#i feel like i have some kind of shoulder demon that everyone can see except me

[funtergeist]

[crushmeeren]

Warnings; Female Reader, Female Anatomy Used, Kissing, Pussy Eating, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex (Double Penetration 😏), Dirty Talk, Praising, Cream Pies! Generally just fluffy and smutty, my personal favorite combo.

Note; Well here it is, my Crowley/Reader/Aziraphae one shot. It’s written with a female bodied reader because I’m female and that’s what I know best. I loved writing this. Once again it became very long and I could not stop the train. Hope everyone who wanted this enjoys it.

AO3 Link; The Devils Hour😈

Word Count; 7.5k

If anyone would like me to write Gender Neutral or Male Reader One Shots, let me know! I would love to do that!☺️

It’s 3 am. You notice after glancing at the red numbers on the digital clock currently sitting on your nightstand. It’s the devils hour. Which is kind of funny considering you’re missing the actual demon that usually occupies part of the bed. It’s completely dark in your shared room, the only other light is from the moon peaking through the curtains, letting you see occasional shapes as you look around the room. You hear the sounds of cars driving down your road once in awhile, and you just hope it’s Crowley, pulling up in his Bentley, Queen music blaring.

You’re halfway laying on your belly and your right side, left leg bent and tucked up beside your waist as you reach out a hand to run it over the soft blanket on the side of the bed that Crowley usually sleeps on. Except right now it’s empty. The blanket feels cool to the touch and it’s unsettling. You grip the blanket tightly, knuckles turning white, before releasing it. The bed’s just too big and it teeters on the line of feeling wrong without Crowley there with you and the Angel.

You start to feel a tug in your chest at the familiar ache of missing the demon. The uncomfortable emotion settles in your heart heavily, sinking into your chest, almost like a lead balloon. It weighs you down and presses you into the mattress a little bit more than before. As you lay there contemplating your misery you hear the blanket rustle behind you and you’re reminded you still have your sweet Angel in the bed with you. It makes you feel a tad lighter.

“Angel,” you breathe out, feeling a warm, steady arm wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you closer. Aziraphale curls up against your back, shifting a knee to get between the soft skin of your thighs. Pillowy lips press a kiss into the back of your neck, over a knob in your spine, which he has access to since your hair’s pulled up into a bun.

“Is everything alright my dear? Why are you awake?” Aziraphale questions, voice quiet and raspy with sleep. You scoot back as much as you can into his embrace and rest your hand on the forearm that holds you.

“I miss Crowley, I thought he would be home by now,” you respond, voice thick with emotion, eyes stinging, threatening to fill with tears. You feel as if you’re being a bit over dramatic but who cares, you miss him. You would miss the Angel just the same if he were gone. You pull the soft blanket up over your shoulder, covering you both.

He brings his hand to the bottom of your large T-shirt. It’s some older, worn one Aziraphale never wears anymore. He wants to get closer to you and he slips that hand underneath, fingers rubbing the skin of your belly soothingly this time as he wraps his arm around you even tighter in comfort.

“I know my love, I miss him too. The old boy is alright. He’ll be home soon. He can’t stay away from us for long, you know that,” Aziraphale says, tone reassuring, nuzzling the back of your head gently. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and it makes you shiver slightly, goosebumps erupting up your arms and legs. An involuntary pulse of arousal makes your pussy clench around nothing. You try to ignore it. Which of course doesn’t work.

“I know, I just, well it’s been awhile since we’ve all been in bed together. I miss being with both of you,” you say shyly, craving the intimacy and pleasure that comes with the three of you having sex together. Missing the way one of them stretches open your pussy as the other presses into your tight arse. The image flashes behind your eyelids and your cheeks burn as your entire body feels too hot. Your pussy clenches again and you squeeze your thighs around the Angels knee for some relief. Aziraphale feels the way you press your pretty little arse into his pelvis, feeling his dick twitch at the sensation.

“Darling,” Aziraphale starts to coo, “You’re missing our demon that badly huh?” he teases, fondly of course, raising up on one elbow to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the side of your neck.

“Yes.” It comes out as a breathy moan. The Angel hums against your neck. He lets his soft lips trail over your earlobe and whispers in your ear.

“Maybe I can help you feel a little better, my pretty little doll.” You breathe in sharply. You can definitely feel your own heartbeat in your pussy. Warmth pools in your lower belly instantly. The Angel presses his knee a little bit further and puts pressure against your aching clit. Just that little bit of contact feels so good, making your limbs tingle warmly. It makes you crave the loving he’s so gifted at giving.

“Please Angel.” Voice on edge, as you squeeze your bare thighs around the knee he has pushed against your pussy. You rock your hips, grinding your clit onto his knee a couple times, groaning softly. Aziraphale watches your movements, feeling your warm pussy rubbing against his bare leg through your panties, a slightly wet sensation. Your sweet noises reach his ears and his entire body flushes hotly, his cock jumping against your arse, filling out steadily. He can’t help but slip his knee free and roll you onto your back, eager to keep going.

You let him manhandle your body and your head ends up resting on a pillow. You look up at his pretty blue eyes. He bites his bottom lip and helps you bend your legs at the knee, placing your feet on the mattress. You only make one short sound of protest at the loss of his touch and he laughs brightly.

“There, there my love, I’ll be touching your pretty body again shortly,” he says, playfully as he makes his way closer between your thighs, pushing them wide open with his hands on your knees. He decides to shove off the fuzzy blanket that was covering the two of you, it had start to just pool around his waist. It gathers at the end of your bed.

You lick your lips and reach out for Aziraphale with a soft pout on your mouth. You grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him to you. His lips pull into an amused smile and he lets himself be pulled. He rests his elbows on either side of your head, gently relaxing his weight down onto you, and you both groan at the feeling of your chests pressing together. His body crushes you slightly and for some reason it turns you on even more. You can feel his warmth through both your shirts and it makes your nipples harden.

You yearn to kiss him, so you grip his shoulders and pull him down to your mouth. Aziraphales sweet, plump lips slotting against yours perfectly. The Angel makes you feel safe, loved, happy and your kiss conveys all of that. He tilts his head as he moves your lips together slowly, intimately. The kiss starts to feel like heated honey, the sweetness of it soothing some of the bitter ache you both feel missing Crowley.

You moan into his mouth and poke your tongue out to run it against his bottom lip. You hear him whine as he opens his mouth instantly letting you in. You twist your tongue with his for a moment just tasting him before sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. You chomp down, biting it and releasing it with a wet sound. He moans low in his throat.

“Oh, you’re such a little tease aren’t you?” Aziraphale tickles your ribs softly as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a happy giggle, pushing at his hands without much force. You let yourself enjoy the feeling of his mouth, melting under his touch in a puddle of warm goo. His hands trail down your sides to the bottom of your shirt. He grips the edge of it and sits back on his calves so he can pull it up and off of you. You sit up a little and let him strip you, tossing it to the side. The cool air hits your chest giving you goosebumps again. As you lay back again, his fingers have already slipped into the waistband of your panties. You let out an accidental laugh.

“You’re so eager Angel,” you say, teasing him. He looks at you and grins, giving you a wink. You bite your lip and tilt your head down to watch him. You decide to be proactive and lift your hips for him. He makes an approving noise as he tugs them down your legs, again tossing them aside carelessly. Aziraphale runs his hands appreciatively over your soft thighs and up your belly. You whimper at the feeling of his warm hands. He smiles at you lovingly and leans forward to nuzzle at the space between your breasts. You feel a sharp pinch, like being stung by a bee and you know he’s sucking a love bite into the skin there. You let out a yelp at the sensation of teeth as your hands shoot up to tangle into his soft, white curls.

“Oh! Oh-hah that feels so good Angel.” Whining as he shifts his head to the left, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Aziraphale wraps his lips around your perky bud and sucks harshly, tongue flicking up and down. A low moan vibrates in your chest and your back arches up into his touch. You’re starting to sweat as your thighs clench around his hips and he presses his pelvis down into your groin. His covered cock spreading the slick folds of your pussy. He releases your nipple with a pop and gasps sharply at the feeling of your warm pussy rubbing against him. He pushes his hips up, grinding against your clit, sending tingles of pleasure and relief up your spine.

“Azi,” you say, whining. You let the last syllable drag out. He knows you’re starting to feel it as you only use that nickname when you’re in bed.He snickers a little bit, moving his hips slowly, letting his cock drag continuously through your folds and against your clit. It’s soaking his briefs.

“Hmm? Is your pretty pussy feeling good my sweet girl?” he whispers, in a way that sounds like he’s teasing but it’s wrapped in a loving tone. Aziraphale doesn’t usually speak so filthily, at least not outside of the bedroom. He pushes through the embarrassment each time because it turns him on so much seeing your sweet reactions to his words.

“Yes! Yes, S’good Azi, want you inside Angel.” Crying out to him, you dig your nails into his forearms. Heavens, that really sets him off. He knows his cock is flushed and hard as steel. He can feel the throb of heated arousal in his groin and how his briefs are sticking lewdly to his leaking tip. He groans your name and leans down to kiss at your collarbone. The feeling makes your eyes flutter closed, tilting your jaw up as you lose yourself in him.

“Well, for hells sake, don’t you two just make the loveliest picture. Couldn’t wait for me to get home huh?” A smooth voice purrs from the open doorway of their room. You and Aziraphale immediately freeze in place at the sound of his voice, breaking apart as you shoot up to sit straight up in the bed and the Angel turns on his knees to face the demon. Crowley flips on the switch to the low light of their room, bathing them all in soft, warm light.

Both of your faces light up like the sun as you recognize the voice belonging to the red head and you’re both scrambling off the bed and shooting towards Crowley. Your foot almost getting caught in the blanket as you tumble off the bed. The demon laughs happily as the two of you wrap your arms around his waist, sandwiching him in between you and the Angel. You not caring you’re completely naked and Aziraphale not caring he’s sporting a raging boner that’s poking Crowley straight in the thigh.

“Miss me did we?” Crowley teases in a smooth voice, as he lets himself be squished, absolutely loving it. Sounding like a cat who doesn’t want to admit he wants affection. The two of them release him as they all smile happily.

“We missed you so much love, I didn’t think you’d be home tonight,” you say, voice full of love, excited now that you are all three together. Crowley slips his glasses off and walks to place them on the side table, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes.

“I wasn’t sure I’d be home tonight either but I couldn’t stand being away for much longer,” he replies, with a smirk.

“Yeah, that’s what Azi said too,” you comment offhandedly, in a joyful tone of voice. You move to sit on the edge of the bed and Aziraphale walks closer to Crowley, getting in his space. Crowleys eyebrows raise up at the nickname as he looks at you briefly before making eye contact with the smug looking Angel.

“Azi huh? Just how good was the Angel making you feel, you pretty little demon,” he says, with a smirk, knowing you only call the Angel that when you’re in bed, when you’re getting all needy and whiny. When you start to feel so good your words slur and you beg the Angel to pound you. Your cheeks turn a bright pink at his words. Aziraphale speaks before you can.

“Oh dear, I was just getting a little bit of a taste of our girl before you came home. I thought you’d enjoy a bit of a feast when you got here. I had a feeling you’d be home late like this…wanting a late night snack my love,” the Angel says, in a teasing voice, sounding ridiculously seductive. Crowley grins wickedly in return and leans down in Aziraphales face.

“You’re such a good Angel,” Crowley coos, as he leans closer and presses his lips against the Angels. Aziraphale sighs happily and wraps his arms around Crowleys neck, melting into the kiss as their lips move together sensually.

You wiggle where you sit on the edge of the bed, belly heating dangerously as the atmosphere between the three of you charges significantly. Crowley fitting seamlessly into the situation, like he was never even gone. Watching the two of them together is bewitching. The way their lips meet and move together with a slick noise. Crowley tugging Aziraphale forward by his hips. Seeing flashes of their tongues disappear in each others mouths. Your pussy throbs repeatedly and you can’t help but let out a whine, wanting their attention. They break from the kiss but not their position, still glued together. Both of them turning their heads to look at you, faces looking way too smug.

“Feeling left out my love? You’re such a needy little demon.” Teasing you, Aziraphale breaks away from his embrace with Crowley. He walks towards you and stops a few inches away from your spread thighs. You nod and bite your bottom lip. You maintain eye contact with Aziraphale as he hooks his thumbs into his briefs and slowly pushes them down his hips. You then watch as his cock bobs free when the waistband of his briefs catches on it. He pushes the underwear the rest of the way off. You can’t keep your eyes away from his pretty pink cock. Thick, but not too long. You reach out a hand to wrap your fingers around his dick but he grabs your wrist. “Not yet my dear. Let’s wait for Crowley okay?” he says, softly, eyes sparkling with amusement at your eagerness. Your lips turn into a small pout and you nod reluctantly as your eyes glance over to see what the demon is doing.

Crowley took advantage of you being distracted and had busied himself with shedding his clothes, leaving him in his briefs and black tee currently. You bite the inside of your lip while you run your eyes over his lanky figure. You notice the Angel so the same. Crowleys lips tug into a one sided smirk.

“Love,” the Angel calls out, gently, to get your attention. You look up at him once again. “Why don’t we get a better view of our gorgeous boy huh?” he says.

“What do you have in mind?” you question, curiously, wondering what’s running through the Angels brain. He pointedly says nothing as he gets on the bed next to you and crawls to the headboard. He props up a couple pillows against the frame and he turns to lay his back against them, letting his legs fall open as he plants his feet.

“Come sit in my lap love, let’s enjoy a show and watch Crowley get undressed,” Aziraphale says, with a sly smile. Your belly flips eagerly as you nod excitedly and quickly move up the bed. You turn around as well and sit in between his legs. You rest your back against his chest as you recline, you can feel his heart beating steadily. Aziraphale maneuvers you until each of your thighs are resting on the outside of his, spreading your legs and pussy open. He wraps his arms around your waist as you watch Crowley move to the end of the bed, standing by the edge. His eyes roam your spread body. As his serpent eyes make their way to your cunt, he licks his bottom lip, forked tongue flicking out, and he palms his dick through his underwear.

“C’mon Crowley, we wanna see you get naked,” you say, feeling amused. You feel the Angels soft breath on your neck as he chuckles. Crowleys head tilts back as he laughs.

“Eager for me?” he jokes. You both nod and Aziraphale squeezes your waist again and rests the side of his face against yours.

“Yes dear, we’ve missed seeing your body,” Aziraphale says, eagerly. Crowley wiggles his eyebrows and he reaches for the bottom of his shirt and in one movement pulls it off, letting it drop on the ground. You both cheer softly. Crowley laughs and hooks his fingers into his waistband, lingering. “Doesn’t our dear boy look so..enticing?” The Angel whispers in your ear. You shiver and nod. The Angel trails one hand from your waist down your belly slowly. He brushes his fingers through the curly hair on your mound. Your heart rate picks up and you feel liquid heat in your belly as he softly places his pointer and middle finger on your clit. You inhale sharply, legs flexing around the outside of his thighs. Crowley watches the movements of his Angels hand and he bites his bottom lip. You see Crowleys cock fill out completely in his briefs as the Angel starts to rub slow, tiny circles into your clit. You feel Aziraphales cock start to harden again against your back. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you moan loudly as pleasure smolders through you, straining to keep your eyes open and on Crowley. “Ah, that’s a good girl, keep those pretty eyes on Crowley love,” Aziraphale praises, moving his fingers a little faster. You began to breathe a little heavier, wiggling slightly and Crowley can’t wait anymore. He pushes his briefs off and steps out of them.

You’re letting out soft sounds of pleasure and you reach out a hand for Crowley, making a grabby motion at him. He smiles and makes his way up to you both before sitting on his haunches. He grabs your hand and squeezes your fingers before letting your hand rest against your belly. He makes eye contact with Aziraphale briefly as you watch them have some sort of mental conversation, before Crowley smirks. The Angel slows his fingers down and you make a protesting noise. He stops and slips a finger up and down through your folds, covering it in slick before pulling it away. You cry out, whimpering his nickname. He giggles and whispers in your ear.

“What do you want my pretty little doll?” Shifting in place, you flex your open legs briefly.

“I- I want his mouth,” you mumble softly, eyes glued to the demons lips. You’d been thinking about Crowley eating you out for a week now. It being the star of many of your recent dreams. The other two snicker.

“I can’t hear you dear, can’t you speak up,” Aziraphale says, in a bit of a condescending tone, teasing you and kissing the side of your neck. You burn with embarrassment, but it just turns you on even more.

“Such a whiny little demon, can’t even tell us what she wants. Angel, I think she wants me to eat her pussy.” Crowley grins, letting his tongue flick out again. You feel the Angels dick twitch against your lower back at the words. He loves watching Crowley eat you out.

“Oh yeah?” he giggles. “Do you want Crowley to eat your pretty little pussy love?” You groan loudly, feeling so unbelievably turned on by the filth that leaves their mouths. Aziraphale holds onto your hips and makes a tsk sound, like he’s disappointed before he speaks. “Now my dear, use your words. Tell Crowley you want him to use his wicked mouth to eat your pussy.” Crowley rubs a hand soothingly up and down your thigh.

“Yeah sweetheart, tell me you hearts desire,” Crowley teases, trailing a finger down the crease between your wet heat and your thigh.

“Fuckk, Crowley please, I want you to eat my pussy,” you say with a whine, feeling too hot in your skin, legs tingling from where they’re stretched open. You hear Aziraphale inhale sharply as the words leave your mouth. Crowleys smile can only be described as hungry. He moves onto his belly in between your thighs in a way that can only be described as a slither. Your breath catches as his face gets close to your pussy.

“Good job sweetheart,” he says, breath fanning over your clit. Your hips twitch upwards involuntarily in response. Aziraphale rests his chin on your shoulder and looks down to enjoy the view. Crowley keeps eye contact with you both as he closes the distance and his tongue pokes out to slide between your folds and up to your clit. He licks stripes into your clit, swirling his tongue in a circle.

“Fuck! Crowley, oh god!” you choke out, moaning lowly as swirls his tongue leisurely. Your hands shoot out to tangle in his red hair, tugging tightly. His eyes flutter for a second and he moans against your pussy. You and Aziraphale watch the demon with undivided attention.

“Heavens, this is beautiful. You’re such a good girl, letting Crowley eat your pussy.” Aziraphale says, voice breathless. His arms tighten around your waist and you feel his dick throb. Crowley wraps his lips around your clit and sucks gently, flicking his forked tongue at the same time. Your thighs tense against Aziraphales, wanting to close around the demons head. Your eyes squeeze shut as your head falls back onto the Angels shoulder. A wail tears from your chest.

Crowley digs his nails into your thighs and he starts to make out with your pussy. He rolls your swollen clit over and over between his lips, using his tongue to help push you closer to the edge. Your slick and his saliva coating his lips. You can feel it drip down to your arse and onto the bed. You feel Aziraphales fingers grip your jaw, squeezing and tugging your chin so your head tilts down to watch Crowley.

“Eyes open, my dear. Be good,” Aziraphale coos. You start to pant and force your eyes open to watch the demon devour you. Crowley takes one hand off your thigh and brings it close to your pussy, dragging it through your folds as he sucks on your clit again. He rubs the flat of his tongue up and down your clit in a steady rhythm.You jolt in slight surprise as you feel a miraculously lube covered finger rub circles over your arse hole for a moment, trying to loosen you up.

“S-shit Crowley!” you say, shakily as his finger just glides into your hole smoothly all the way to his last knuckle. The demon sucks gently on your clit to help ease the ache. The Angel brings his hands up to grip your breasts, after letting go of your jaw.

“You think you can take both of us tonight my love?” Aziraphale asks, gently and noses at your jaw. You nod quickly, arse tightening around Crowleys finger and he pops off your pussy for a moment, starting to pump his finger and kissing your clit once more shortly.

“Oh, she likes that Angel,” Crowley purrs, before quickly pulling his finger back and adding a second. He presses them in gently past your rim, then all the way in. You moan at the familiar uncomfortable sensation of you arse stretching to fit his fingers, insides throbbing dully.

“I know she does,” the Angel giggles. Aziraphale brings one hand off your breasts back down to rub circles into your clit again, using the saliva left from Crowleys tongue to make his fingers move smoother. You cry out his name and your hands grip his forearms harshly.

“Azi! Yeah-yes, want you both, need you both at the same time!” The other two moan in unison.

“Fuck, okay, yes, let me stretch you a little bit more okay doll?” Crowley rumbles, Aziraphale moves his fingers a bit quicker on your clit and your pussy clenches around nothing as your tight heat squeezes Crowleys fingers. Aziraphale takes his fingers off your clit and grips your breasts again, pinching your nipples between his fingers. He sucks bites into your shoulder, letting you enjoy the feeling of Crowleys fingers in your arse. You sigh in relief, clit getting sensitive and moan at the feeling of fullness. The burning ache, dulling to a pleasurable tingle. The demon focuses on stretching you open for a few more moments. You feel your back start to stick to Aziraphales chest, feeling him nuzzle into the back of your neck, holding your waist again. The demon adds a third finger, spreading them in the process.

“Crowley,” you moan, softly.

“What is it my sweet little demon?” he asks, looking up at you.

“I’m ready, please, no more,” you say, breathily.

“You ready Angel?” Crowley asks Aziraphale, knowing the Angel is brimming with anticipation.

“Yes my dear, I want to be inside of her so badly,” he responds eagerly, thrusting his hips slightly, rubbing his dick up against your back. You feel the discomfort of Crowley slipping his fingers free and you whimper. Crowley sits up on his knees and smiles widely. You reach your hands up to grip his cheeks, pulling him forward into a kiss, realizing you hadn’t had the chance yet. He hums softly against your lips and you kiss sweetly, his lips feeling like coming home. It only lasts a brief moment, all three of you too worked up to wait longer. Aziraphale unwinds his arms, releasing your legs and sneaks out from behind you. He sits at your side and Crowley in front of you.

“Doll, how do you want us this time?” Crowley asks, caressing your cheek with his hand. You look between the two of them and your cheeks heat up. Aziraphale is a little bit thicker then Crowley, meaning he’ll stretch your arse out more, which could be uncomfortable. On the other hand you haven’t seen Crowley in a week and want to be face to face with him, feeling his dick stretch your pussy. They wait patiently for your answer. Each of them with a hand around their cocks, aching for relief.

“I think, I think I want Crowley to be in my pussy this time,” you say, as your blush travels to your chest, feeling a little guilty. Aziraphale notices the guilty look on your face and he leans close to press a kiss to your cheek. He leans back and looks into your eyes.

“Love, don’t feel guilty, there’s nothing to feel bad about. You know I love being inside of your tight little arse.” Grinning, he backs off again. You giggle lightly. Crowley smiles at you both and moves to lay on his back on the bed. He bends his knees and plants his feet.

“Well then pretty girl, come sit on my dick,” Crowley remarks, looking all too happy with himself. You roll your eyes playfully and move to straddle his lap. You feel the heat of the Angels chest on your back as he settles between Crowleys legs.

“Azi, will you help me?” Without turning your head you speak to Aziraphale and you watch Crowleys cock jump as you speak. You wink at him. He sticks his tongue out at you with a little hiss. Aziraphale moans into the skin of your shoulder.

“Heavens love, you’re gonna make me cum before I even get inside of you,” he replies, he grips your hips guiding you to lift onto your knees. You obey and stay still as one of his hands snakes under you to grab onto Crowleys leaking, hard cock. You both hear the demon let out a hiss. Aziraphale lines up Crowleys cock with your soaking pussy. Aziraphale teases you both by rubbing Crowleys tip through your folds, spreading them gently and you both whine, you dig your nails into the demons chest. You hear the Angel laugh before he lets the demons cock catch on your pussy and he tugs your hip, pulling you down onto Crowleys cock. When you start to feel the delicious stretch of the demon, Aziraphale stills your descent.

“Wait love.” Scooting back the Angel gets a better view of you two.

“Angel, c’mon stop teasing us, let me inside her pussy,” Crowley all but growls, you make a sound of agreement. Aziraphale laughs brightly, loving to torture you both a bit.

“I just want to be able to see that’s all dearest. You wouldn’t deny me the gorgeous view of you filling her up would you?” he says, voice teasing. Crowley just groans in response. Aziraphale presses a hand to your lower back, tilting you forward a little bit, exposing you more. He grips both of your arse cheeks and spreads them open. “Perfect,” he breathes. “You can let him fill you up now darling,” he says, squeezing both cheeks.

“How lovely of you to let us start having sex Azi,” you say, sarcastically. He hums in response, eyes glued to where you and Crowley connect. You let yourself sink down onto Crowleys cock, letting him stretch your pussy open blissfully. You and the demon cry out simultaneously as you bottom out, sitting fully in his lap. “Crowley, you feel so good, oh god.” Choking on a moan you brace more of your weight on him.

“For fucks sake sweetheart, your pussy always feels so good. You take me so well, yes just like that pretty little thing,” Crowley cooes. You hear the Angel behind you whimper softly at the sight. You feel Aziraphales hands grip your waist as he encourages you to start riding the demon.

“Azi, shit, shit, yes that feels so good,” you cry out, using your thighs to ride Crowley. Every time you move up and down you feel his warm cock drag against the walls of your pussy, creating friction so good you feel heated sparks shoot up through your spine. Crowley talks a big game but now a he’s a moaning, needy mess beneath you, fingers gripping your thighs tight. Aziraphale looks over your shoulder at Crowley as you ride him.

“Oh Crowley, such a pretty mess you make. Her pussy making you feel good dear boy?” he says, voice soothing. Crowley nods and lets out a groan from deep in his chest. All of a sudden there’s hands on your hips, yanking you down onto Crowleys cock, making you sit still in his lap. Your pussy clenches tight around Crowleys cock, and you gasp sharply. The demon curses in return. “My loves, I can not wait any longer. I need to be inside your sweet arse my doll, need to feel my cock caressing Crowleys,” he says, voice trembling, hands smoothing up your back.

“Yes, yes okay Azi, fill me up please, want you both.” Wiggling your hips in the Angels grasp.

“Are you ready dear?” Addressing Crowley quickly, he already has a hand pressing into the middle of your back, forcing you to bend more and you place your hands on either side on Crowleys head, staring into his snake eyes.

“Yes my Angel, please I want to feel you both,” Crowley answers, voice breathy, making steady eye contact with you. “You can do it my sweet little demon, you can take him, we’ve got you,” Crowley coos, framing your face with his hands. You whine and your eyes widen as you feel the head of the Angels thick cock press against your arse. He must’ve miracled more lube onto his cock, because the tip of his dick pops in past your rim easily. You choke on an inhale feeling a flash of stinging pain as he lets you adjust and he rubs your lower back lovingly, while he tries to keep still. Your arse so tight and warm. So slick it’s almost already too overwhelming for him. You let out a strangled whimper, already feeling the burning ache turn up a notch. The two of them whisper sweet nothings to you and massage whatever skin their hands can reach as you take deep breaths.

“Azi, please, move, fuck me,” you almost sob. The sensation pushing the edge of too much.

“Yes dear, doing such a good job, look so pretty taking both of us.” Aziraphale babbles, whispering sweet praises as he slowly fills your arse all the way up, balls pressing against your skin. He waits only a few seconds before pulling his hips back and thrusting forward again smoothly. Aziraphale starts to find a steady rhythm and the pain starts to fade into immense pleasure, making you sigh with relief. Crowley lets out a sound that must’ve been punched out of him as he feels Aziraphales cock start to drag against his through your slick and warm walls.

“Fuck! Angel, your cock feels so good against mine, hah, she’s so damn tight.” Crowley feels white hot pleasure crash over him in waves and his toes curl as he tries to thrust upwards to match a somewhat steady pace with the Angel. Aziraphales head falls back as he lets out a throaty moan.

“Heavens Crowley, you do feel unbelievable.” As they both start to move your arms give out. The sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming to say the very least. You have to rest your chest against Crowleys and bury your face in his neck. You cry out repeatedly into his skin, letting out little ah’s as they pleasure you. You hold onto the sheets by the demons head with a death grip. He murmurs your name lowly in your ear.

“You’re such a good girl, taking us like I knew could. Your pussy is unbelievable, you love this don’t you sweetheart,” he says, hushed and quiet in your ear. You’re so blissed out you can’t respond right now, just writhing in his hold, trying to gulp down air. Crowley grips your arse tightly while Aziraphale keeps his hands on your hips. Both of them pulling and pushing in and out of you, filling you over and over. They stretch you to your limits as they both move a bit faster, finding a faster rhythm now. Never leaving you without one of their cocks filling you up.

You all listen to the wet smacking sounds of wet skin meeting wet skin lewdly. Aziraphales hooded eyes meet Crowleys and they interlace their fingers together on the left side of your hip, fucking into you almost roughly now. Your belly tightens dangerously, heat warring in your stomach. Your pussy starts to flutter around Crowleys cock and you know Aziraphale can feel it in your arse too. You get the strange pressure in your pelvis that signals you might squirt and your heart races.

“Crowley,” you whine, words pressing against his neck.

“I know sweet girl, I know, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” The demon soothes you while pressing a kiss the the side of your head. He pants in your ear as he works to keep up the rhythm Aziraphale set. Aziraphale’s been listening to the demon whisper into your ear and he bites the inside of his cheek, his heart warming at the sight of the two of you. It makes his cock throb as he locks eyes with Crowley.

“She’s gonna cum Angel,” Crowley warns, Aziraphale taking the chance to brace one hand on your upper back, pushing you down into Crowleys chest. He’s still holding Crowleys hand. He breathes heavily as he moves his hips, fucking into your sweet spot through you arse in long, fast strokes.

“I know my love,” he breaks off, groaning. “I-I’m afraid I’m getting close as well. Her arse is just too tight and with the way you feel against me, I won’t last much longer,” he says, whiny edge to his voice. Crowley nods and wraps his free arm around your waist, hugging you tightly.

“I’ve been trying not to c-cum this whole time,” Crowley replies, breathless laughter ringing out as he fucks up into you harder. Just like that you wrap your arms around the demons neck, wanting to be even closer to him as the coil in your belly releases. The unbearably warm pleasure of your orgasm gushes through your limbs, feeling like warm caramel. Your body tenses as you sob into Crowleys neck. Your pussy and your arse clenching suffocatingly so around the cocks currently working you through your climax.

“Oh, oh, hah, so good, pretty girl, doing such a good job, making me cum with your sweet arse,” the Angel spews, words spilling out of him, unable to stop. His hips stutter before he’s pressed all the way in, balls tightening and he starts to cum, filling your arse with sticky, warm release.

Crowleys able to watch as the Angels face twists with pleasure, eyebrows scrunching and his mouth falling open into an o shape. Cheeks flushed pink as his eyes fall shut. He squeezes the demons fingers and your arse with the other hand.

“You’re both so pretty when you cum, fucks sake, it’s not fair,” Crowleys whines, moving his hips harder as Aziraphale holds you still. You’re only able to relax for a few seconds before they hear you suddenly gasp.

“Azi, Crowley! I’m gonna squirt!” You cry out, tone frantic, feeling panicked as you cum for a second time. You squeeze around them both. Aziraphale cries out at the overstimulation and Crowley throws his head back onto the pillow and moans through his teeth. Your body trembles and you hang onto Crowleys shoulders for dear life and pleasure sparks through you again, only this time the pressure in your pelvis releases and you feel yourself squirt all over the demons belly and pelvis, Aziraphale can feel it on his balls, making him shiver. You let out a muffled scream into Crowleys shoulder.

The feeling of you squirting and watching the Angels face as he cums, it shoves Crowley off the edge. Not push, it brutally shoves him. He lets go of Aziraphales hand and presses his palm to the back of your head, tucking your face into his neck as he starts to cum. His other arm squeezes your waist even tighter.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh shit.” Crowley cries out, cumming hard. Harder than he expected and he swears his vision whites out and his ears start ringing as he lazily thrusts his hips upwards. He feels like he’s been bathed in sunlight, blood buzzing. Aziraphale groans through his teeth as he feels Crowleys warm cum through the thin layer separating them, the demons dick throbbing in your pussy.

Your body shakes from the overstimulation where you lay on Crowleys chest. You all take deep breaths as you feel the Angels sweaty forehead on your back. After giving everyone a moment to return to their bodies, Aziraphale pulls out first. He does so slowly, knowing him being in your arse is a big cause of the overwhelming sensations you’re feeling. You whimper softly as his softening dick slips out of you and he flops down on one side of Crowley. You twist your head to look into his blue eyes as Crowley releases you from his iron grip.

“Are you alright my sweet doll?” Aziraphale prods gently, brushing hair off your forehead, as he noticed some of your hair falling out of the bun you put it in earlier. You nod your head.

“Yes, yeah I’m okay, I just feel exhausted.” You smile goofily. He presses a kiss to your forehead and your lips. You hum appreciatively and kiss him in return briefly. You two share a sweet, loving look. You lean back a little so you can look into Crowleys eyes, wanting to check on him.

His cheeks are flushed but his eyes are closed. You and Aziraphale glance at one another and you giggle. Aziraphale props himself up on one elbow to see the demons face. You lean down to kiss each one of Crowleys cheeks and he mumbles incoherently before opening his eyes. “Are you back in the land of living Crowley?” You ask teasingly as you brush your noses together in an intimate gesture, giving the demon butterflies.

“Barely,” he responds with one word, making you and the Angel laugh. Crowley grips the bottoms of your thighs and pulls you up his waist a little bit, letting his cock slip out of you. You wiggle uncomfortably as you feel their releases now start to drip out of both your holes. Not to mention the mess you made of Crowleys belly.

“Can one of you miracle away this mess please?” you request.

“I’ve got it my love,” Aziraphale responds, voice sweet and he waves his hand once, making the mess you all created disappear. You all but purr against Crowleys chest in return.

“Thanks Angel,” you say happily. “Should we make Crowley sleep in the middle tonight?” you ask Aziraphale, who hums thoughtfully in response. Crowley cuts in.

“No no, you two are like heaters, I’ll sweat to death if I sleep in the middle.” You slide off the demons chest and you lay on his other side, feeling sore all over.

“Nope too late, you’re sleeping in the middle, right Angel?” you ask, slipping an arm around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Aziraphale giggles. He sits up to grab the blanket at the foot of the bed and pulls it up covering all three of you. Laying down he wraps his own arm around the demons waist as well, rubbing your forearm softly.

“Crowley you can’t say no, you’ve been gone all week dear. Give us this one thing.” The Angel replies, cheekily. Crowley turns his head to glare at Aziraphale who takes the chance to kiss him, pressing their lips together sweetly. Truthfully, Crowley really can’t say no to either of you.

“Fine! Fine, but only tonight,” Crowley relents, pulling away from the kiss. You use a finger to turn his head by his chin. You kiss the demon as well. Crowley moans softly at the feeling. You pull back and lock eyes with your Angel, who smiles at you both with a look that says he’s in love.

“Come here, kiss me sweet girl,” he whispers. You can’t help but lean over Crowley to kiss Aziraphale just as eagerly.

“Oi, oi! No kissing over me, I don’t have the energy for another round right now.” Crowley says, pouting. You and Aziraphale part, nuzzling noses for a second before each laying back down on your respective sides of Crowley. You all snuggle up closely.

“Welcome home Crowley, I love you both,” you whisper, happily as someone snaps their fingers and the light shuts off, blanketing you all in darkness. You feel the demons arm snake under you and curl around your waist and the Angel tangles your fingers together, letting them rest on Crowleys belly. They both whisper I love you in return. Your heart feels full as you no longer lay in an incomplete bed.

[fairy-writes]

I love your writing so much and I can’t wait to request more :) please could I request dialogue prompt 4 for Akaza from Demon Slayer 💙💙

YOU SET ME FREE

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Akaza x Reader

Prompt: “You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” (From The Corpse Bride) (Dialogue Prompt #4)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Human!Reader

Notes: Literally one of my favorite movies omg

Also changing some canon events for this (spoilers for Akaza’s backstory)

TW for: 

Abuse (not by Akaza)

Brief descriptions of a panic attack

Injuries (again, not by Akaza)

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Your wedding day was the worst day of your life. 

The day you signed away your freedom and succumbed to a life inside a cage. 

Your new husband was a monster in every sense of the word. Not in front of your parents or the public, of course. In their eyes, he was the perfect gentleman. 

Kind. (Cruel)

Loving. (Hateful)

Gentle. (Barbaric)

But at home, within the safety of the four walls you were supposed to call a refuge from the outside world, he was a demon. 

Not literally. But he might as well have been with the damage he causes to you and the house. 

“Can’t you do this any faster? I’m expecting guests.” Comes his harsh, grating voice, and you flinch, looking up at him from where you are scrubbing the floor. Your hands burned from the soap you used, and your knees ached from kneeling for so long. When he glares, you duck your head, hunching your shoulders in an attempt to appear smaller. 

“S—sorry. I’ll finish up right now.” You whisper and start scrubbing again.

Only to feel a foot dig itself into your abdomen and physically lift you a few centimeters off the floor as it dug into your ribs. You gasp and hunch over, retching at the feeling, and some bile is all that comes up. 

You hadn’t eaten yet that day.

He wouldn’t let you. 

Not until the housework was done. 

Never until the housework is done. 

“Get that cleaned up before the guests arrive.” Your husband sneers and, thankfully, leaves you alone to do just that. You manage to get everything spotless and finish your duties just as there is the sliding of the door and your husband’s cheerful voice welcoming in his guests. 

When you are finally called in, you come in to see three children. 

There’s a boy with a scar on his forehead and a box on his back. A yellow-haired boy with a matching haori. And a young man wearing a boar head as a mask. They all carry swords on their belts, and you recognize the uniform. 

Demon Slayers. 

Your husband has a fake smile plastered to his face, and he extends a hand as you come into the sitting area with drinks for your guests. 

“My lovely wife!” He says and introduces you by name. You bow politely, praying they can’t smell the scent of bile on your floral kimono, and offer them tea. The yellow-haired boy and the one with the box take some gratefully while the boar-masked boy takes his and immediately gulps it down. 

They talk for hours. 

The entire time, you stand slightly behind your husband, occasionally bringing in food or more tea for the boys. Every single time you offer more, the one with the box looks at you with such a warm expression that you almost cry. 

His hands are calloused and blistered from handling his sword. (Why does such a young boy have such rough hands?)

But he’s so kind. (Why is he so kind to you? You didn’t deserve this kindness.)

And he approaches you late at night, long after he should be in bed, long after everyone else is in bed. 

Except for you.

Because you still had dishes to wash and the sitting room to tidy up. 

The soft call of your name has you flinching, dropping the plate in hand, and it shatters against the floor. You whirl around, unconsciously clenching your fists to brace yourself. 

It’s only the boy, suspiciously missing his box.

You had since learned his name—Kamado Tanjiro. His companions, Agatsuma Zenitsu and Hashibira Inosuke, are most likely still sleeping.

“Ah… Kamado… What can I do for you?” You ask softly, and his face is no longer the warm smile that it had been when in front of your husband. 

“Are you okay?” He inquires, ignoring your question, and you pause in picking up the shards of the plate. You could only hope your husband had drunk himself into a deep sleep and hadn’t heard your accident.

Or else there’d be hell to pay.

“I’m fine.” You lie, and suddenly, he puts his hand over your wrist, and you stop—his fingers bunch in the fabric of your violet kimono.

“You smell sad. Like you’re in pain.” He says simply, but you don’t say anything else. Because how could you? 

He wouldn’t believe you anyway. (No one ever would. Your husband made sure of that.)

So instead of pouring out your woes to this boy who was much too young, you shrug off his hand and continue to pick up the ceramic shards. 

“I can help you!” He tries, honesty pouring from his mouth. As you stand and dispose of the pieces, you stop by the front door.

“Thank you, Kamado… but I’m fine.” You whisper and leave him behind, sad eyes watching after you as you slide the sliding door shut. 

You see the demon in the shadows of your garden a week after Tanjiro and his friends leave. 

You had thrown the shards of the shattered dish in the outside bin in an attempt to hide it from your husband. 

So far, he was none the wiser. 

You pause in your late-night gardening. You needed space, and solace in your garden was where you found that peace you so desperately desired. 

With powder pink hair and deep navy stripes decorating his face, arms, and torso, he was handsome. But you paused as he stepped out into the moonlight.

UPPER MOON THREE

Upper Moon? Three? What did that mean?

He stops just at the edge of your garden, watching you with those glowing yellow eyes, and not a word is uttered from his lips.

“Did my husband send you? Are you here to kill me?” You ask, and why wouldn’t he be? You wouldn’t put it past your husband to go and make a deal with a demon to have you killed. 

Anything to get you out of the way. 

Anything so he could be with his mistress. 

Because, of course, he had one. He wasn’t exactly keen on hiding that information from you. 

The demon scoffed, turning his head away briefly in disgust. 

“As if I would make a deal with a mewling human.” He spat, and you recoiled at the ferocious tone in his voice. When you open your eyes again, you find him looking at you with a curious sort of expression. Your voice is wavering when you speak next,

“Then why are you here? To slaughter this village?” 

At that, he shakes his head.

“No. I’m here for you. You are the renowned herbalist, aren’t you? The gardener and herbalist?” He says, and you blink. Once upon a time, yes, you had been an herbalist. But then your parents married you off to the monster you called your spouse. 

“I’m not sure about renowned. But yes, I’m a gardener and an herbalist.” You say, and he makes a noise. 

“Do you know about the Blue Spider Lily?” He asks suddenly, and you frown. 

“Of course I do. Any herbalist or doctor worth their salt knows about the flower. What of it?” Suddenly the demon is in front of you.

“Where is it?” He demands, and you bite the inside of your cheek, hiding a flinch. 

He notices. (He’s the only one who does.)

Thankfully he doesn’t say anything. (Because, of course, he wouldn’t. Even if someone does, they never say anything.)

“It’s far away from here.” You say curtly, and his lips curl back to show his fangs. He leans into your personal space until your noses brush together. 

“Where. Is. It.” He says slowly, and you swallow. 

“I—In the mountains. I… I could show you?” You try, and he scoffs, backing away and turning around, his fists clenched tightly. His knuckles would have been white had he not had blue staining them.

“As I said before. I would never make a deal with a human.” He seethed, still not facing you. 

It was silent for a beat. Then two. 

Then…

“Fine. Show me.” He snaps, and you startle. 

He was going to bring you with him?

Would you be able to do it? Leave your husband?

The demon must’ve noticed your expression and narrowed his eyes. 

“You won’t do it?” He said, voice low and mildly threatening. You took a wary step back but shook your head. 

“Give me until tomorrow night. I will leave with you tomorrow night.” You say, and he stares, silent for a moment before he speaks again. 

“Meet me out here at nightfall.” Is all he says before he disappears. 

When you meet the demon again, your eye is swollen shut. Your body aches with forming bruises, and you’re pretty sure you’re missing a tooth.

But you can leave. 

You’re allowed to leave. 

Of course, you don’t tell your husband where you’re going. You just say there’s a family emergency. He can’t even be bothered to come. 

If the demon notices—which you’re pretty sure he does, based on the narrowing of his eyes—he doesn’t say a word. 

Instead, he turns on his heel and motions for you to follow him. You hoist your bag higher onto your shoulder and follow after him. Only for him to stop at the trailhead and gesture for you to take the lead. You pause before realizing he truly doesn’t know where the Blue Spider Lily is. 

So you tie back your kimono sleeves, adjust your sandals, and start walking. 

It doesn’t take long for you to abandon all propriety and hike your kimono hem up to climb over branches or stones that lay in your path. Thankfully, the demon doesn’t mention the indecency and instead follows you in silence. 

“What is your name?” You ask tentatively after an hour of hiking in silence. The demon grunts as he jumps over a bolder that had taken you a solid fifteen minutes to climb.

“It doesn’t matter.” He says curtly, and you huff in annoyance. He really wasn’t the talkative type, was he?

You introduce yourself nonetheless, politely, formally saying your name into the silence, just like your mother had taught you. 

The demon watches you with the same curious expression from the previous night. 

And then…

“It’s Akaza.” He says before leaping ahead, leaving you in the dust as you stare in astonishment before you scramble to keep up.

Things change eight days into your little trip. 

You’ve hiked over countless mountains at this point, Akaza having set a brutal pace during the night when he can actually move. During the day, you sleep deep in a cave you found (or that Akaza created), using your pack as a pillow. He always rests sitting up, arms crossed, and eyes closed as he meditates. He says nothing about your fading bruises or asks where they came from. Though you have a sneaking suspicion he knows. He seems clever like that. 

The two of you don’t speak much. Akaza doesn’t touch you or help you when you’re struggling over the rough terrain. He instead watches from the top of whatever hill you’re climbing with an unimpressed look in his eyes. 

Until everything changes.

“Can you go any faster?” Akaza calls down from a boulder that you had been steadily climbing. 

“Can’t you do this any faster? I’m expecting guests.”

At that, memories of delicate cheekbones crunching underneath a fist flash behind your eyes, and you slip. Your body goes crashing to the ground, and you curl into a ball on your side, fingers digging into your skull as you let out a pained cry. Your eye throbs, and the gap where your tooth had been aches. 

Your entire body hurts, and a rock digs uncomfortably into your side, but you can’t find it in yourself to move. 

There’s the sound of crunching gravel as Akaza jumps down to your side. You are briefly showered with dirt, but you don’t care. All you see is your husband’s towering body looming over you.

Unexpectedly gentle hands pry your hands away from your face, and you look up into the face of your husband. 

With a scream, you back up, scrambling back on your hands and knees as you try to get away.

Away, away, away.

Those same gentle hands grab your hands as you go to grip your head again, trying to protect your face. 

“Calm down.” Comes Akaza’s voice, and you gasp, the vision abruptly fading away. 

Akaza is crouched before you, an unreadable expression on his face. His hands cradle yours, keeping them from digging chunks out of your skull. Your breath comes in great heaving gasps, tears starting to streak your face. 

You can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Can’t—

His hands cup your face, and he looks you in the eye,

“Calm down.” His voice, strangely calming, washes over you like the tide. And slowly… ever so slowly… you manage to slow your breathing and get lungfuls of air into your chest. 

Akaza doesn’t move the entire time. 

Once you’re calm enough for his tastes, Akaza stands, scoops you up, and jumps. You, still panicking slightly, shriek as suddenly the ground disappears beneath you. You have your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of it, and squeeze your eyes shut. 

You don’t land quickly enough, and Akaza sets you down—much softer than you expected, you might add. You hunch over, taking a shaky breath before straightening up and looking at him. He just watches you,

“Thank you.” You whisper, and he smiles. 

“It’s not a problem. Let’s keep going.” He says gently, and you nod, hoisting your bag back onto your shoulders and taking the lead once again. 

Twenty minutes later, you finally ask the question that has been burning your mind.

“Where did you learn to do that? Calm me down, I mean.” You say and hear him hum in contemplation behind you.

“I don’t remember.” He says and leaves it at that. 

Another three days later, you approach him with a plant from your stash. 

He stares, uncomprehending at the leaves in your hands. 

“They’re for you.” You say, and he raises an eyebrow.

“I gathered. What are they for?” He asks, and you slowly push them into his hands. 

“They help with memory loss.” You say simply, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly. His hands are hesitant, but as they brush yours, you can tell he’s… excited?

Is he ready to remember?

Are you ready to watch him remember?

Akaza never brought up his memories until one night when you are almost to your destination.

“I remember everything.” He says, dangling his feet over the cliffside as he stares up at the moon. The two of you had stopped for a break at your request and sat overlooking a ravine. When faced with something like this, Akaza would simply scoop you up and leap across. After the sixth time, you sort of grew used to it. 

You wouldn’t scream anymore, much to Akaza’s delight. 

You sit up straight, nearly dropping the onigiri in your hand in astonishment.

“You do?!” You gasp but pause at his expression. 

He looks tired and old and sad. 

And he talks. 

He tells you what he remembers.

He tells you of Koyuki. 

Of his engagement to her. 

Of his life as Hakuji.

How the feared king of demons turned him into one.

Everything. 

And it breaks your heart. 

So you hesitantly, ever so slowly, put your arms around him and pull him close. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You whisper, pressing your mouth to the crown of his head. It isn’t quite a kiss… but it isn’t not a kiss. He stiffens in surprise but doesn’t pull away. Uncertainly, one of his hands comes up to touch your forearm. A silent acknowledgment and thanks for your words. 

All the while, he doesn’t say a word. 

You finally find the Blue Spider Lily after a month of traveling. 

During that time, your relationship with Akaza grew… complicated. 

He was incredibly gentle with you, treating you with reverence you didn’t know was capable of someone like him. He even held you once or twice when you woke up screaming. 

You could give him nothing in return. He already had supernatural powers. He had immense strength. He had everything a regular man could ever want. Everything your husband ever wanted. 

But things go terribly wrong the day before you find it. 

You are passing through a large village—through the red light district—when you spot him. 

Your husband with a woman on his arm, looking for all the world, like you never existed. 

Until your eyes met and rage darkened and contorted his features. 

Akaza, disguised with a cloak, puts a hand on your arm as your husband shoves his way through the crowd.

“We need to leave.” He says, but you are frozen. 

He was here. 

He was going to kill you. 

You were going to die. 

“You BITCH!” Your husband roars, and a hand cracks across your face, sending you tumbling to the ground. His hands are on your shoulders, bearing his weight down on your body. 

Something is glinting in his hand, something sharp, something painful. 

It cuts into your face, mutilating it, carving flesh out of it. 

You begin to scream, to thrash and writhe, but it’s futile. Your husband had always been larger than you. So you can do nothing but sit there in agony as he permanently scars your face.

And no one does anything. Whispers erupt, but no one moves to stop the mountain of a man. 

Until… Abruptly… His head is gone. 

Hands are at your shoulders, pulling you into strong arms, as screams cascade from mouths at the sight of a demon. 

Akaza.

One moment you’re in the red light district. The next, you’re deep in the mountains. 

You are still crying, able to feel the blood coating your face, and the muscle tissue snaps at the corners of your mouth. 

Akaza’s hands are feather soft on your face as he takes in your disfigured appearance. His brows are contorted with anger, his face darkened with fury, but he doesn’t shout. He doesn’t scream. He just gathers your bag, rifles through it for herbs and pastes for healing, and applies it to your wounds. He tells you it will scar but that you won’t need stitches. Not that he know’s how to stitch wounds, and you are in no shape to do it yourself. 

“We have to keep moving.” You croak as Akaza finishes applying what little gauze you have in your bag. His hands are still, and he has yet to say a word. His shoulders are still stiff with anger, but he can’t take it out on anyone. 

Because your husband is dead. 

Dead. Were you free?

Could you have freedom?

“You need to heal.” He says shortly, and you shake your head. The pain has died down some, thanks to the herbs numbing the wounds. 

“I don’t want to see you hurt on my account because you couldn’t find the Blue Spider Lily. Tonight is the last night of its blooming.” You say, and the two of you argue back and forth—with him wanting you to rest. And you want to make sure he accomplishes his goal. 

You win in the end, and Akaza looks away with a frustrated huff. 

But he doesn’t leave you behind. 

The Blue Spider Lily is stunning.

The moonlight illuminated the royal blue petals, and you are struck by its beauty.

It almost hurt you to pluck it from the ground. 

It blossoms over the grave of someone unknown. You can’t read the faded kanji engraved, not really, at least. You swear that it reads “Tsugikuni Uta.” 

Akaza approaches the flower, and just as his fingers wrap around the stem…

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” Comes a familiar voice, and you freeze.

Kamado Tanjiro?

Turning around shows you to be correct. The young man has his sword drawn, that box at his back, as he stares in a fury at the demon before him.

The demon in question looks unimpressed. A little angry even. But Akaza doesn’t move from his kneeling position at the grave. He moves to pluck the flower from the ground, and that’s when Tanjiro bolts forward, intending to cut off his head. 

Only for you to get in the way, quite literally shoving him by his shoulders and sending him crashing to the ground. 

He hits the ground in a roll and comes up on one knee to face you.

His face pales, his sword beginning to tremble. He calls your name and takes in your bandaged appearance, voice thick with disbelief.

“I can’t let you kill him.” You whisper softly, and his angry snarl twists into something sad. 

“He’s killed countless people.” He tries, and you shrug,

“He saved my life.” Your tone is muddled through the gauze in your mouth, but it’s vehement and strong, unlike any manner you have had since you married your now-deceased husband. 

Akaza stands, the flower in his grasp, as he approaches the young boy. Tanjiro tightens his grip on his sword, though the tip is trembling. You grasp the back of Akaza’s vest just as he raises his free hand, presumably to start a fight.

“You must leave.” You whisper to him, and he pauses in his movements, turning so he can see you out of the corner of your eye. 

“Let me kill the brat first.” He says and watches you shake your head.

“Allow me to deal with him.”

Tanjiro darts forward then, swinging his sword with deadly precision. 

You get in the way yet again, pushing Akaza out of the way and ducking under Tanjiro’s blow. 

Akaza gets to his feet and stares at you with an unreadable expression.

“Why?” He whispers, only loud enough for you to hear. You offer him a watery smile.

“You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” You reply, and he only stares silently before disappearing from where he stands. 

[devldom]

sweet nothing

solomon x gn!reader. 1k words, sfw.

they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something / i find myself running home to your sweet nothings / outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming / all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

a/n: there’s been so much solomon content lately so this is probably nothing new, but i still wanted to write this bc i live for some fluff. set in the nightbringer timeline. inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift.

The Devildom streets were so silent compared to the sounds that tend to fill the House of Lamentation. You could hear them all in your head: Levi and Mammon’s bickering, Lucifer’s annoyed voice as he lectures his brothers, the sound of Satan flipping book pages, and a million more variations of the brother’s shenanigans that you know like the palm of your hand. But all of those sounds would disappear as soon as you stepped outside to walk home.

Home. You let out a sigh, thinking about how the House of Lamentation isn’t home anymore. It feels weird, so much colder and distant, just like the brothers. You still haven’t adjusted to this new life, to being in the past, to having them all be strangers again. It was exhausting thinking about how all that you had before, all the relationships you’ve forged with everyone, none of that matters here. And you have so much love for them, but they’re not your brothers. Not your demons, nor your angels.

You felt as if you were made of glass, and every day that you had to show up to work as their attendant, it was the little things that scratched your delicate surface—like the way Beel doesn’t know what kind of snacks you like, how you can’t go up the attic anymore, the fact that you can’t stay up playing games with Levi, and the fact that Satan is not giving you very specific book recommendations based on what you like— and you know that, eventually, it will all break you.

But it was in moments like this, in which you felt like you were drowning in your own pitiful thoughts, that thinking about Solomon felt like a breath of fresh air. Going home to him after a long day and seeing that look in his eyes that you know so well, a look that is only for you, fills you with so much warmth, familiarity, and hope. Strangely, Cocytus Hall feels like home.

You walked in, quietly closing the door behind you. The building was completely silent, except for the sound of some steps walking towards the entrance.

"Hey," the white-haired sorcerer greeted you, the smile on his face lighting up the room as soon as he saw you.

"Hey," you couldn’t help but smile, too, as you took off your coat and hung it near the entrance.

"How was your day?" he asked as both of you walked into the living room. You let out a sigh as your tired body rested on the soft sofa. "It was fine."

"Are you sure?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at your sigh. Your body language was telling him a whole different story.

“I mean, it was the same as always, I guess. You know how they are,” you explained. Really, nothing major had happened that day, but you were tired. Tired of them not knowing you, of being stuck in an uncertain past, of being around people you love so much but them not loving you back.

Solomon put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, encouraging you to place your head against his chest, which you did without a doubt. You sighed again, this time a sigh of relief as you heard his heartbeat. "You know you can always talk to me, right?" He whispered, his fingers running lightly through your hair, his touch ghost-like.

"I know," you whispered and then went silent for a few minutes. It wasn’t an awkward silence; he respected your space and could’ve been silent for hours if that’s what you needed. But you opened your mouth again, your voice barely there. "I don’t know. Lately I’ve been so tired, everything’s too much. This is too much. I’m starting to think maybe I’m just too soft for all of this."

Solomon was the one letting out a sigh this time. "I see," he mumbles against your hair, placing a soft kiss against the top of your head. As the most powerful sorcerer in the three realms, there weren’t many occasions in which he felt powerless, but knowing that you’re so sad, so tired, he felt useless. He wishes he could take those feelings away from you with magic, but all he could do was sit and listen, and make you feel as loved as he could. "It’s okay to be soft, though. I hope you know that. You’re in a complex situation; it’s normal to feel the way you’re feeling, and you should allow yourself to feel these emotions, but I promise you you’re doing fine. If I were thrown into the past and I had to face you, and you did not know who I was, I would feel the same, too."

"You would?" you asked, looking up at him, his gray eyes looking at you warmly.

"I would. I don’t know how I’ve lived so, so many years without you by my side, starlight. My life would never be the same without you." He whispered, running his fingertips down your back. And you could feel it right now—that fuzzy feeling that only appears when you’re with him. You could feel your face warming up at his words, which made him smile.

"I love you, do you know that?" you asked, your lips brushing lightly against the skin of his jawline, making him shiver. You placed a light kiss on that area.

"I know. And I love you just as much." He murmured back at you, moving his face lightly, his lips looking for yours. You couldn’t help but smile as you lean in for a kiss, his lips warm against yours. In that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered except the love and care you have for each other. He sighed, satisfied, as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Aren’t you hungry? It's kind of late, but I can cook something comforting just for you."

"Actually, I had some snacks before getting home," you said, almost out of muscle memory, as you cuddled up against him. "Please, let’s just stay here. I want to be with you."

The sorcerer smiled as he pulled you closer to him, indulging you. When everything around you felt like it was falling apart, it really was those little moments with Solomon that pulled you back together, reminding you that you were capable of everything. He was your rock, keeping you grounded when you needed it most. And you couldn’t be more thankful.

[morgue-friends]

Evil Dead Rise | Deadite! Ellie x Female Reader

Summary: Being a babysitter for a single mom and her three kids shouldn't be this scary.

(Plotline follows the plot of the movie except the kandarian demon wins, of course.)

Warnings: Very nsfw, a lot of gore, oral sex, age gap, dub-con, multiple character deaths, and the kandarian demon is his own warning.

"See, doesn't this look so much better?"

You put the pink barbie hair brush on the table and handed Kassie her amalgamation of a plaything. Sitting on your lap were clumps of blonde plastic doll hair. The other two children looked at their younger sister and smiled at her profound weirdness for her self crafted guardian, 'Staffanie'.

"If she hurts someone with that, I'm blaming you." Beth took a look at your handiwork and simply shook her head.

"I'm also blaming you!" Ellie's playful voice chimed in from the kitchen. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like forever. Her piercing blue eyes were so beautifully expressive to you. They made every little expression she made for each of her different emotions look so elegant. You could only dream of having eyes like hers.

The eye contact between you two broke when Beth picked up her backpack and started passing around gifts. She handed you a rusty silver keychain that was in the shape of a guitar.

"Sorry, I got caught in the rain with this one. My bag was drenched." She clenched her stomach in pain and hunched over.

"Hey, you good?" You gave her a questioning look, and she offered you a pitiful smile. "Ate some shitty foreign food." You didn't question her further and the conversation moved on to the topic of Ellie's freshly dyed hair. Everyone at the table complimented her on it, but when it was your turn, her children looked at you with knowing faces.

"Oh, I almost forgot! I got this for your dad." Beth pridefully brandished the cheap tourist mug at the table, and everyone's faces fell flat.

"Uh, I'm going to take the kids to get pizza…" You expected Ellie to give you a look of approval, but she only kept her intense stare with her sister. There was a lot of sorrow and hurt within her eyes.

"Danny can do it. You can go home for the night. Thank you." The way she said was completely robotic and monotone, she was clearly upset, and you didn't want to press her on it. She hired you to babysit the kids while she worked, and that's all your job was, nothing more and nothing less.

Feeling out of place, you said goodnight to everyone, grabbed your stuff, and left. You weren't going to debate with her as they weren't your kids, and you've only known them for a couple of months. You had just moved in and needed a cheap enough place to stay that you can balance with your college tuition when she offered you the job.

Ellie couldn't afford to pay you after the first month, but you still stayed and helped out. With not having any kids of your own and barely knowing anyone in the city, you felt like you had a genuine family and a home away from home. You'd be a complete liar if you said you didn't have any kind of romantic feelings for the single mother.

You got in the elevator and watched as the kids came running behind you. They all had somber faces, but it was Kassie that leaned her face into your side and let you hold her until the elevator stopped at your floor.

"Don't fuck the pizzeria up please I like eating there too. Call me when you get back in the house." With that their eyes perked up and brightened and they all had smiles once again. The elevator closed behind you and you let your shoulders slump. You put the key in your apartment door and didn't even have to look in the mirror beside your front door to know your eyes were watery and you were moments from crying.

You felt like such an idiot, she hadn't even divorced yet, she was practically your boss, and she was old enough to be your own mother yet here you were catching feelings like they were sicknesses. You threw your guitar keychain against the wall and buried your face into your couch.

You were going to sleep this off. Yeah, that's exactly what you were going to do. Just get up in the morning and do your online classes while babysitting the kids and hope that this would all be swept over in the morning.

You hadn't even realized you dozed off face down on the couch until the room shaking awoke you. With hair strewn wildly across your face, you got down on the ground and braced yourself for the earthquake. When it was over and you were still alive you almost thanked God until you realized the kids had never called you to let you know they were home and the Earth had just decided to fucking shake a few moments ago.

With shaking hands, you snatched your phone off the floor and panicked when you realized there was no service. This was common after earthquakes but not at all good in your predicament. You left your stuff, and more than likely, your front door unlocked and ran upstairs just to see the kids coming out of the elevator.

"You're alright!" You were practically going to hug them until Ellie took all three of them into a tight embrace. Her black flower tattoo displayed beautifully on her arm as she pulled Danny closer.

Before you could back up, she used her left hand to give you a gesture indicating you to come over and join the hug. She didn't have to ask twice because you were over there in an instant. Her arm wrapped around you, and she pulled you tighter into the hug with the kids.

As the kids headed back into the apartment, they were complaining about the dropped pizza and you were going to go in too until Ellie stopped you. She gave her sister a look, telling her to go inside and give the both of you a minute alone.

"Listen I-"

"Wait. Let me speak."

She interrupted you by putting her finger in the air.

"You need to get some sleep. You look tired as hell. Get some sleep, and I'll call you later, or I'll go down to see you, and then we can have this conversation. Sounds good?"

You were too stunned to speak, so she put both of her hands around the sides of your head and made you nod 'yes' to her question.

"Now go get some rest." The way she leaned in was so close that your lips were almost touching. She was quite taller than you, so if you wanted to let your lips meet hers, you'd have to stand on your tippy toes to compete with her god-given model height.

With that, you went back downstairs feeling like you were on cloud nine without even having to get a kiss. Just the implication was enough for you. It was almost pathetic. You could bet you even had a bit of a skip in your walk as you returned back to your apartment. Once you got in, you took a hot shower and changed into some fresh pajamas. You were going to watch a movie, but there was still no service or cable connection.

You grabbed a couple of your textbooks and dropped them on the bed with a sigh. Ellie told you to get some rest, but you were far too excited to sleep. She told you she'd either call you or come see you after the kids were asleep and that had your all nerves on high alert. For her to think you'd go to sleep after hearing something like that was comical.

After a while you had your phone sitting on your desk far away from you so you could get some work done without having to check to see if you had service or see the time to see if there was still a chance of Ellie coming.

You had no indication of how time was passing unless you wanted to measure your growing anxiety and fatigue. It was getting to the point that it was becoming difficult just to keep your eyes open. They felt heavy, and if you didn't focus hard enough, you were sure you were going to fall asleep right there.

A gentle knock at the door startled you momentarily. That wasn't Ellie's usual knock, so you disregarded it to probably a tenant knocking at the wrong door.

The knock came again, albeit much more forceful this time.

"Ellie?" Your question sounded much more excited than you intended to out loud, and you were hoping she wouldn't think youb being too giddy about this whole thing was obnoxious. You got closer to the door and tried to look through the peephole. Someone's hand was clearly in front of it. There was nothing but darkness in what should have been a well lit hallway.

"I'm sorry I left you waiting, I had to do some laundry, and the kids wouldn't go to bed." Her voice sounded relatively normal, but something was clearly off.

"Are the lights out cause I can't see out of the peephole?" You had to pause for a minute and realize what you've just said. There was no reason to feel like you needed to see out of the peephole to let Ellie in. You two have known each other for months, and you trusted her. All that and yet your gut was still telling you that you needed to see who you were unlocking the door for.

"No, the lights are fine. And isn't it too late to start playing peekaboo?"

Her last remark sounded rather sarcastic, and you began to feel bad about making her wait. Carefully, you undid the door lock and the dead bolt and allowed the door to swing open. You felt too embarrassed about the whole situation and what happened earlier to even look at her when she came in.

She closed the door behind herself, and you plopped down on the couch. You moved your textbooks off the other side of the couch and stared at the black TV screen.

"So, uh- about earlier, I'm really trying not to get involved more than I already am, but -"

You were cut off when you started to smell something odd in the room. You sniffed the air more intently for a moment. Something just didn't smell right. The air smelled rotten if that was even how you'd even describe it. There was also something lingering with it, possibly sulfur. You finally turned around to look at her. She was staring dead in your face, as well as being much closer than you expected her to be.

You quickly got off the couch and your jaw practically dropped. You backed up from the sight in front of you and knocked a glass vase off the living room table. Shards of glass sprinkled themselves across the floor at your feet upon impact. You wanted to scream, but no noise would leave your mouth.

What stood in front of you was not Ellie. It was just wearing her as a costume for the time being... She was soaked in water, and her hair was practically still dripping onto the floor as if she had just taken a shower in all her clothes. Dark red splatters coagulated against her skin. It looked clumpy and uneven in some areas, meaning it was possibly a mixture of blood and scattered pieces of flesh.

Her face appeared gaunt and hollow, and those once beautiful eyes of hers were sunken and looked somewhat swollen. Her face stayed in the same expression you saw while you were sitting on the couch. She had the widest smile you've ever seen her with. It looked utterly unnatural, and like her skin was pulled in that direction.

"What were you saying again?" When she held out her hand to gesture for you to continue talking, you could see that it was visibly coated in blood.

She had a set of uneven black long claws on her fingers. Her nails were nothing like that when you saw her earlier. They looked like they belonged to some kind of feral animal, and they looked abhorrently dangerous.

"Ellie what happened to you-"

"-Finissssh what you were saying."

Her voice was abnormally deep and distorted, just hearing it made you feel like you should have dragged your own nails through your face until you felt bone. Tears began to fall from your eyes, and that only made her smile even wider.

"I was saying t-that, I don't want to get too involved in your life and with your kids." Her fingers indicated for you to go on, and you did.

"It's just- I like you, I always have."

Your hands went to your face to wipe off the assault of tears that were hurdling down. Ellie's smile dropped, and her facial expression fell flat. Her eyes were completely unreadable. It was almost like she was dead. She was silent for a moment, staring at you in an unnatural and unnerving way.

"That's so sweet of you to say… I'll pass the message down to Ellie and her fatherless children in hell."

You could feel your back press up against the wall as you wanted to do nothing more to put distance in between you and whatever this thing was. It seemed like the more you moved away from Ellie, the closer she would get to you, as if you two were moving in sync.

"What the fuck are you?!" That felt like a stupid question to ask as you weren't even sure if you wanted the answer. You could see a box cutter sitting on the window sill to your left, and you slowly moved in the direction while making sure to keep eye contact with this intruder.

"Where are the kids?" Your voice cracked up with a whine as it felt like your heart was sinking. Ellie, not answering either of the questions, caused you to sob and clench your chest. It just stood there and stared at you, as if this was funny to it. Once you were finally in front of the window, you gripped the box cutter tightly and held it behind your back.

The closer she moved toward you, the more of her you could see. Just looking at the open wounds and gashes on her made your stomach clench in disgust. There was a severed finger hanging on what appeared to be a tendon attached to her foot. The finger was small…

"Don't come any closer!" You held up the box cutter and ejected the blade. Ellie was unphased by your threat as she stepped slowly onto the shards of glass from the shattered vase. Her smile remained unwavering as the glass crunched under weight, and the soles of her feet began to bleed.

Her clawed bloody hand snatched up yours in what felt like the pins and needles against your skin from how tight of a grip she had. The grip made your hand squeeze painfully around the silver box cutter. The screams you let out were so loud as you hoped you woke up someone, anyone to come help you.

Involuntarily, your hand holding the box cutter began to move toward her face. All you could do was wince and look away as she made you carve into the delicate flesh of her forehead. The sounds of skin ripping under the blade felt like listening to nails on a chalkboard. You looked up at her and saw she had used your hand to carve a giant thick pentagram into her face.

The cackle she let out was so distorted and broken up that it sounded like she was choking. Her clawed hand wrapped around your neck, making you drop the box cutter, and she lifted you up and pinned you against the window. You shut your eyes tightly and tried to force yourself to believe you were sleeping and that this was all one long bad nightmare.

An impossibly long tongue slipped out of her mouth, and it grazed against the side of your face. Her licking you was only the dreaded reaffirmation you needed to know that this was in the real world and not your imagination.

"You think I can't smell that?" The expression of confusion was evident on your face while she held you up even higher.

Ellie took a long, deep inhale of the air before she exhaled. She did it again before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Droplets of blood from freshly carved pentagram in her face leaked into her corneas and made it appear like she was crying blood. You had no idea what she was smelling in the air other than the putrid, metallic smell of the trail of blood she brought into your home.

"You reek of sin." She used her free hand to drag her claw up your leg and before stopping at your inner thigh. The burning sting of your skin being sliced made your knee jerk into her stomach, and she promptly responded by banging your head against the wall.

She resumed what she was doing prior to assaulting you, and you tried your hardest to stay still.

One of her bloody clawed fingers slipped into your pajama shorts, and you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your legs shut.

"Uh-uh." She shook her finger at you in response, and her smile only deepened until you could see the internal pink muscles of her cheeks.

"You shut your legs now as if you weren't about to spread them for this whore." It would be fraudulent denial to act like you weren't the slightest bit aroused when you heard Ellie at the door, you thought you'd be getting laid not having to be battered around by this blood soaked pretender.

"You're not Ellie!"

"Does it matter?" The tone of her voice switched to its normal sound and depth as if this thing was trying to manipulate you. You were going to protest further until her hand creeped deeper into your shorts while you had your guard down, making you yelp. Her fingers ghosted over the folds of your cunt as you struggled desperately to get away.

"I slit the groupie's unborn bastard baby from the womb of her corpse, and I'll rip yours open next."

Within an instant you stopped moving and remained entirely limp under her grasp.

"See, now you're being good. Remember, only good girls get rewarded."

Your jaw dropped when she said that, as you would frequently tell the youngest child Kassie to prevent her from getting into physical altercations with her siblings with the promise of her favorite candy.

"I don't have any candy, but I may just let you walk away alive to tell their story." Ellie's sing-songy voice made you feel like that statement was a complete lie.

You responded in silence, and that made her giggle. It was Ellie's giggle, but the person holding you against the wall wasn't Ellie. They may have looked and sounded like her, but there was no indication of life behind those glassy eyes.

Slowly, she loosened her grip around you, and you began to slide down the window. You butt hit the window sill, and your back pressed back against the glass panes only to hear the wooden frame creak. This was an old and cheap apartment building, and you both knew that there was no way the window would support your weight being pressed against it.

"Imagine falling from this height." You didn't have to imagine it because your brain had already pictured the hundred different scenarios that could lead to you falling to your death. Her comment sounded more like she was curious about seeing you splatter and turn into a red stain on the pavement of the alleyway rather than a threat.

You were snapped back to reality when your shorts and underwear were yanked down your legs. Ellie sank down onto her knees, and both of your legs were pulled up around her shoulders. There was literally nothing you could do to get yourself out of this. There was no way you could save yourself because it's not like you even knew what this damned thing really was.

Her unnaturally long tongue creeped out of her mouth, and it slowly started lapping at your wet heat. This thing, it was teasing you. You were dripping wet, and it was going to tease you. It banged your head against the wall, crushed your hand, sliced open your thigh with one of its claws, and it was going to sit here and tease you… All while masquerading around in Ellie's body.

You bit your lip to keep a whimper from escaping your mouth and let your head hit back against the window panel. The window frame gave you another warning creak, and you just about sobbed. Ellie paid your crisis no mind as she used her tongue to rub wet circles around your clitoris.

Her tongue appeared incredibly darkened in color to the point it looked black, and the saliva dangling around it was abnormally thick. It was almost like a slime. It had been a while since you'd touched yourself, so your body felt far too sensitive for its own good. This senseless pleasure, unfortunately, did not distract your mind from how you would meet your impending death.

This thing in Ellie's body was just aching to kill you, and you doubted that letting it touch you like this would change its mind. For something so dangerous, she was using her tongue against you rather softly. The lewd noises that your body made in response to her generous licking held a veil of shame over your face. You've just never felt so conflicted like this.

When the tips of her black claws pierced your thighs, it was almost like she was reminding you not to get too comfortable. Your head practically slammed itself against the window when she thrusted her unusual tongue into your pleading hole. Several gasps left your lips as her tongue explored you internally and teased the insides of your walls, making your nails dig into the wooden window sill.

The window gave you another warning creak, and this one was far louder than the others. One of her hands left from around your thighs and relocated to between your legs and resumed the same movements her tongue did around your clitoris just this time, it felt much more aggressive. Her thumb applied pressure around your sensitive bundle of nerves while her tongue danced along the flesh of the insides of your walls.

That dead expression in her eyes never changed throughout any of this, those soulless blue orbs stared at you so intensely that you were worried at any moment she'd change her mind about sparing your life. The pace of her thumb quickened, and that familiar knot began to form in your lower stomach, indicating that you were getting close to climaxing.

Slowly but steadily, you were tetering at the brim of being on the edge of orgasming. Just when you could feel your cunt start to clench up, her tongue poked and prodded at your g-spot and as a response the muscles of your pelvis tightened up and you came brutally with a rocking of your hips. You could feel the gush of your release start to drip down over your puckered hole.

Without a warning, she completely stopped everything she was doing and removed her tongue from your slick heat.

"What did I do -"

A clawed hand tangled itself into your hair, and you weren't allowed to resist when she forced both of your mouths to connect. The pressure of the added weight against the window caused the glass panes to crack. That darkened black tongue slipped into your mouth and forced itself down your throat. It felt like she was trying to suffocate you to death with it. The taste of blood and the juices of your release overwhelmed the senses of your tastebuds.

The taste was intoxicating, and the lack of oxygen was making you feel lightheaded. After that, even your jaw was beginning to hurt. She yanked her tongue out of your mouth abruptly, and you watched the long appendage slowly slide back into her mouth. Those empty eyes stared at you for a moment without saying anything. You feared for the worse and tightly shut your eyes, praying that maybe the window would collapse before this thing could do whatever it had planned for you.

"I think I'll keep you."

[suneeater]

solomon + jealousy

✎a/n: a little toxicity, as a treat! its ok bc solomon is a male manipulator anyways but hes fictional so its hot. also i was going to combine these w the request we got for the same thing but nsfw but that part ended up running a little long and is gonna need its own post so. look forward to that ig!

✰warnings: jealousy, duh

✉: might b toxic of me but 👉👈 solomon jealousy headcanons? 🥺

When it comes to him being jealous, Solomon is of course more composed and restrained than most other characters, with the only exception probably being Simeon or Diavolo. He of course knows how to handle himself in tricky situations, which is convenient considering there is hardly anything that *doesn’t* make him jealous. Someone else is talking to you for too long? Looking at you? You’re laughing because of them? Or even just smiling? He’s already concocting some kind of mischievous plan to steal you back, because he’s almost thoroughly convinced that everyone is out to get him by stealing you away

There are many different approaches that I can see Solomon taking in equal amounts, honestly. He would probably first and foremost try to assert himself in the situation, feeling threatened by things that are seemingly miniscule. He somehow won you over from the likes of seven high ranking demons and the demon prince himself, but now he’s feeling the pressure just as much as he’s feeling inferior eyes on you. So of course, naturally for him, he interferes. He is more than comfortable butting in on situations that he’s unfamiliar with or unwelcome to, so fully expect him to inject his opinion on any friendly conversation you may be having

To other people, Solomon may seem like his typical friendly self, but you know him better than anyone else, and it’s *very* easy to see that he’s competing with unwilling opponents. He’s devious, sneaking in phrases that claim you as his, even trying to dominate the topic so he can make the fact that you’re his partner be relevant. Solomon isn’t the type to threaten other people, but to more so let them know he is in charge, and that he has every reason to be confident. Often, he tries to redirect the situation in ways that may scare his ‘opponent’ off, or make a clear exit for you. He makes his reasons up on the spot because honestly? Male manipulator

He doesn’t necessarily get touchy, but he will engage in more subtle touches like placing his hand on your shoulder to make room for himself when he pops up out of the blue at the perfect opportunity, as per usual. Sometimes it’s just to show people how comfortable the two of you are with each other, but other times it’s more firm, like he’s giving you some kind of warning

Other times he just observes from a distance, because he knows that he doesn’t need to be as jealous as he is and that he should just trust you and let you live, but he’s always looking over his shoulder to see if he needs to intervene

Overall, Solomon is a fairly jealous partner, but he’s doing his best to not let it interfere. If things go too far, though, he tries to make himself and his position with you the center of attention if he doesn’t just remove you from the situation entirely. He’s all about establishing dominance and status, rather than making any kind of scene. However, he isn’t afraid to tease and fluster you as long as it means you’ll start paying more attention to him

find the nsfw version here

find the same scenario for:

simeon, diavolo

[blackberryshortcake]

I Can Get To Hell Much Faster Than You

This is the First and only fic I’ve ever written tell me if I should write more or not

“Corvus” I breathed.

The name rolling off my tounge as though it hadn’t been uttered in the later half of a couple hundred years. I stare at the man before me with watery eyes. Although on the surface one might see a man in his late 20’s or early 30’s with ebony hair and a amber eyes but not me. I see beyond that facade to the daemonium that is lying beneath.

“Fictor” The name falls from his lips as a tear rolls down my cheek.

“Call me (y/n)”

“Then you may call me Sebastian Michaelis, My Lady” he bowed slightly at the end of his sentence.

“Cut the shit” I bite back. “Why are you here of all places?”

His facade drops slightly. If you were naive you would have even thought he was human.

“I’m currently contracted”

“Oh-okay?”

“Fictor what exactly are you doing here?” He asks mater of factly

“I came here on a deal and I-I’m stuck. It’s like they’re something tethering me here…like I’m back to square one.”

“Come with me.” I draw my eyes from the ground to his face searching for some sort of malice yet none is found.

“Okay” something tell me to trust him. I always have trusted him he found me when I was most vulnerable and built me from the ground up. He was actually the one who taut me to trust no one. Snapping back to reality I realize he’s leading us through the busy London street. All the noise and the chatter it’s all to loud it’s like I can everything and everyone.

It’s just all so incredibly loud.

He stop’s suddenly I nearly fell into him. I wanna hear what he’s saying but my ears are ringing at this point. My eyes dart from face to face before landing on the boy he was apparently talking to. He’s looking at me as though he’s waiting for an answer or excepting me to say something. I feel a heavy hand on my shoulder. My eyes dart up to meet Corvus. When did he get behind me?

“Huh?”

“Sebastian do you truely have to waste my time with this stray” gesturing loosely to me.

“Who the fuck you callin’ stray” the words falling from my mouth like a knife hitting a wall.

Corvus’ hand grips my shoulder tighter. The boy seems shocked by my response and so do the mortals passing by us. Whispering their remarks.

“I beg your pardon”

I ignore him and draw my attention back to the creature next to me

“Is this your contract?”

“Yes. Now I suggest we take this conversation off the street. My Lord” he gestures to the carriage that seems to just have appeared although I feel as though I heard it pull up but can’t quite remember. The boy sighs and Corvus helps him in. He then turns to me

“Fictor” he’s says pointedly

I climb inside mentally noting that Corvus chose to sit next to me rather than the boy who was his supposed master. The boy side and leaned his head on his hand.

“So who exactly are you?” The question was jaded

“Fictor, somnia daemonium”

He look did not change as he waited for an answer, Corvus beat me to it.

“My lord she is Dreamer, Dream Demon.”

“Somnia Daemonium” I repeat.

“And how do you know my butler.”

“Is that what you’re pretending to be Corvus?” I ask amused.

“I’ve known him since my beginning” technically not a lie.

“Why do you call him that?” The boy asked.

“Corvus, Corvus Daemonium…Crow, Crovus is crow. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed is he”

Corvus chuckled

“You jest”

“So is that your real name Sebastian” the boy seemed pleased to know that fact.

“No” he simply stated

I continued “Humans have names we barrow them.”

“Hmmm, what exactly are you doing here with him.” Before answering I look to Corvus almost like asking him for permission to tell. He nods slightly exspression unreadable.

“I was on a deal and I got stuck. I’m stuck.”

“A deal? Like a contract?”

“No his kind have contract, mine don’t.”

“What’s the difference?” He’s skeptical.

“He has a leash. I don’t.”

Corvus knock my knee with his. I grit my teeth in response. I continue “I don’t consume souls.”

“You dont? Then what kind of demon are you?” Amusment in his voice.

“The cosmic kind. I came here on a deal but it’s like something’s tethering me here like I’m back to the beginning.”

“The beginning? Of?”

“Of me. I’m back where I started.”

The carriage jolts and I peak out the window to see a large manor. Corvus exits first, then the ashen hair boy, then me.

“Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor”

Phantomhive where have I heard that name before?

…continuandum…

Ps. A link to Pt. 2

[airbendertendou]

i know almost nothing abt demon slayer but have some thoughts abt douma

you wake up in his little cult w no memory of who you are right

the woman taking care of you grins and tosses the wet rag she used on your forehead to the side

nd with this widened almost terrifying smile, she says "our lord has come to visit you himself! what a blessing~"

the first time you see douma you just feel like somthing is. off

hes pretty - stunning, honestly - in this mystical, dangerous way that should lead you away from him instead of bringing you closer. but, its the opposite for his followers - they hang onto every word he says and believe him so earnestly its kind of sad

douma immediately thinks theres something wrong w you. you dont have that foggy, starry-eyed gaze everyone else does when hes near. you look cautious - aware. it makes him hungry

he leans down to face you, "hello, stranger! stay as long as you need to, hm?"

your skin crawls but you nod anyways

staying in paradise is odd. again, everyone hangs on douma's every word and trusts his every action. they devote themselves to him. but youve noticed -

people are going missing, women specifically.

his followers are v obviously in lust w him, bragging abt the nights spent alone w him and begging to be the next chosen one

"it'll be me," one girl says as she dries the freshly cleaned dishes. she perks her chest up smugly, "i've got his favored assets."

"he's been spending more time with me," another argues, "asking for me personally."

"don't act so mighty-"

and then the man himself appears in the doorway with a soft, barely there smile. "[random name], we have some things to discuss. see you tonight?"

everyones attention shifts to the smallest one in the kitchen, eyes large and timid. her hands shake so hard the plate shes holding falls to the floor and shatters. douma tilts his head, "everything alright, sweet? should we have our session a little earlier?"

"shes going to die."

it comes from your mouth before you can stop it. multi-colored eyes snap to you, his nose crinkling slightly. you simply stare, "when they disappear with you, they vanish. die."

douma hides the way his eye twitches. the bustier girl stammers, shoving your shoulder roughly. "you shouldnt say such things! apologize to lord-"

"its okay," doumas eyes twinkle, "curious cicumstances, hm, [name]?"

she doesnt die. its as if douma is proving a point to you - proving you wrong. she lives that night - only to vanish the next. "a personal trip," douma speaks. he dismisses everyones concerns except for yours.

and when you start speaking up more - predicting everyones death - he begins to punish you

the water you wash dishes with is either scalding hot or below freezing. theres a new night shift to the sanctuary that you take care of, staying awake for days on end. cleaning the entirety of paradise by yourself. watching as every other member feasts heartily while your portion is forgotten or unavailable.

douma even tries to throw you off his trail. he speaks to numerous people - has those secret conversations with men and others out of his normal type. but you always seem to know the exact one hes going to consume - the one who will die.

as if you predict it

and that makes him so curious! youre such an annoyance ; a hazard to keep around. but what if you could predict the future? what if maybe you were just that observant?

it doesnt help that you arent afraid of him. most of the time, you simply stare and blink at him, like youre bored

and that starts his obsession with you

the women he takes to his room are reminescent of you. your eye color ; hair color ; height ; the way they speak ; the letter of their name - any similarity to you and theyre done

starts calling you "precious" , "chosen" , or "blessing" to make sure you know hes keeping an eye on you but to also make the other followers hate you

i think youd catch on but but this is where my thought stopped lmao

[lancermylove]

24-Hour Assembly Hall Job (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: None. Featuring everyone with hints of (y/n).

Warning: None

Prompt: The chaos that ensues during the 24-hours job.

A/N: SWD gave part of the reason why Beel acted the way he did, but I wrote this fic before they released that chapter. ><

Word Count: 3,810

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Hour one. The meeting begins at 6 am, and almost everyone dreads their decision to join a 24-hour Assembly Hall meeting, but they all have reasons to be there.

Diavolo, Lucifer, and Barbatos are in it to fulfill their duties as the top three leaders.

Mammon and Asmo are in it for the money.

Satan joined out of curiosity.

Beel is there to help his brothers.

Belphie shows up since Beel is there.

Solomon wants to keep an eye on the demons and find out their plans.

Simeon is there to help out of the kindness of his heart.

Luke follows Simeon, not knowing what is in store for him.

Everyone settles in. Diavolo takes his place on the highest chair in the hall while Barbatos stands beside him. The brothers, angels, and Solomon sit at the desks across. The prince announces the first topic of discussion - what classes to offer at RAD?

--

Hour two. No one is complaining yet, but Mammon is slightly bored. The rest are paying attention to the debate between Mephistopheles and Lucifer regarding the classes.

Diavolo approves ideas from both sides, but some of the brothers are bothered by Mephistopheles's behavior towards Lucifer. Simeon feels terrible for the brothers and wonders just much discrimination they have faced since their fall. He prays that one day they will be accepted into Devildom.

--

Hour three. Beel is starting to feel hungry, and Belphie is trying not to doze off. Mammon is doodling caricatures of Mephistopheles while Levi is trying not to laugh at the doodle of the aristocratic demon hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Luke wishes he stayed at the House of Lamentation but doesn’t want to upset Simeon, so he tries to pay attention to the boring meeting.

--

Hour four. Everyone, except Diavolo, wonders how Mephistopheles can still go on after 2 hours of nonstop talking. Satan can't put up with this much longer but tries his best to control his anger by thinking about cats. Solomon is amused.

Beel is near his hunger breaking point, while Belphie can barely stay awake. Luke looks like he wants to cry.

Noticing the atmosphere in the room, Barbatos suggests moving to a different topic, but Solomon asks, "Why? The debate is rather enjoyable, wouldn't you agree?"

Barbatos shoots him a nasty glare.

--

Hour five. Mephistopheles leaves the meeting in frustration but not before criticizing Lucifer for the last time. Diavolo apologizes and dismisses the meeting for a much-needed 30-minute break.

Barbatos brings refreshments for everyone, but Beel nearly eats all the snacks in one go. Lucifer lectures his brother, but Diavolo stops him and compliments Beel on his hearty appetite.

Asmo takes selfies with the assembly members and uploads them to his social media accounts. Belphie sits beside Levi, rests his head on his brother's shoulder, and doses off. Asmo makes a video of this and posts it on Fab Snap.

Satan gets something to eat and drink and sits back down, not wanting anything to do with the others. Though Luke is scared of the Avatar of Wrath, he sits beside him and tries to start a conversation. Satan doesn't care much for it until Luke mentions seeing a cute cat sleeping outside the House of Lamentation five hours ago and adds he left some food/water for the feline.

Mammon takes Lucifer's overcoat and covers his sleeping baby brother with it. Diavolo sees these events unfold and experiences a rollercoaster of emotions. First, he is touched by the brothers' care for the youngest. Then, he is moved by how much the brothers care about each other. This tugs on his heartstrings and makes him realize just how lonely he feels. Ultimately, Diavolo concludes that he at least has Barbatos by his side.

The prince isn't the only person who riding the rollercoaster of emotions. Simeon feels content to see the strong bond of the brothers, but somehow he feels left out. If only he had joined the war on Lucifer's side, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be lonely.

Once the break is up, Barbatos shares the narrowed-down class ideas for RAD and thanks everyone for their input. Diavolo announces the next topic of discussion, management.

--

Hour six. Belphie is still asleep, but no one has the heart to wake him up - except Barbatos, but Diavolo stops him.

The younger brothers lose interest in the discussion until the prince says, "I would like the seven of you to join the student council and lead the school along with me."

Lucifer doesn't support the idea but carefully weighs the pros and cons in his mind. Asmo, Beel, and Levi look unsettled. Mammon inaudibly mumbles under his breath, while Satan chooses to remain silent.

Solomon notices their reactions and asks, "Are you sure that is a wise decision? Many demons in Devildom have yet to accept the brothers as their own."

"I am aware of this, but...this is my decision, and they will have to respect it," Diavolo attempts to sound confident, but his voice falters.

The remainder of the hour is used to discuss the roles of the student council members.

--

Hour seven. The entire hour is used to create rules and regulations for RAD and the code of conduct for the students, teachers, and council members.

Belphie wakes up halfway through and immediately regrets it.

--

Hour eight. It's 2 pm. Everyone is starting to get hungry, and Solomon suggests cooking for them.

The color from Levi, Asmo, Belphie, Simeon, and Beel's faces drain. Satan grits his teeth while Luke and Mammon vigorously shake their heads.

"What a wonderful idea!" Diavolo exclaims, and in return, Lucifer and Barbatos yell "NO" in unison. Before Solomon forces the prince to allow him to cook, the butler quickly calls a restaurant and places a take-out order.

The entire hour is dedicated to lunch. Every so often, Barbatos shoots a glare in Solomon's direction.

--

Hour nine. For a while, Levi has wondered why Diavolo is not bringing up the most essential matter for a new school. He doesn't want to speak up, so he asks Mammon to question the prince.

"Yo, Diavolo, Levi's been wonderin' why you ain't bringin' up the topic of uniforms?"

Levi hits his brother's arm and pouts, "The whole point of asking you to bring up this question was...never mind."

The prince laughs and says, "The uniforms have been decided and designed."

Asmo squeals, "Are they cute? Oh, or are they sexy? Can we see them, please?"

The fifth brother continues to fan about the uniforms for a few minutes. Though Diavolo is amused by Asmo's excitement, Barbatos says, "Asmo, your concerns regarding the designs are needless. A beautiful demon shall remain beautiful regardless of their attire."

Asmo blushes and stops asking questions. He sits in silence for a while and internally fans over Barb's comment.

More rules and regulations are added to the existing list.

--

Hour ten. Another uneventful hour filled with Barbatos, Lucifer, and Diavolo selecting the class teachers. The rest of the meeting attendees are dozing off, staring into space, on their phones, or scribbling in their notebooks.

--

Hour eleven. Diavolo brings up the topic he has avoided for a while - exchange students. Demons, angels, a Grim Reaper, and a human-but-not-human sorcerer studying under one room.

"What about humans? You can't leave them out of this."

The prince hesitantly looks at Solomon with a small smile, "You can represent them."

"You say I am no longer a human, so how can I represent them? It is unfair to leave them out."

Mammon sighs, "Yeah. You gotta be fair with everyone, y'know?"

"But...," Diav glances at Lucifer for help.

"Their point is valid," the Avatar of Pride says. "(Y/n) can represent humanity alongside Solomon."

Asmo claps his hands and squeals, "Which means...(y/n) can stay in Devildom! Diavolo won't get into trouble for allowing a human to stay either."

"Kindly grant the young master time to consider this matter. Such crucial decisions cannot be taken in a hurry."

Barbatos manages to halt the discussion, but Diavolo knows the brothers and Solomon will only stop once they make him agree to let you stay in Devildom.

--

Hour twelve. It's 6 pm. Luke wants to cry; his mind and body are exhausted. Simeon requests Diavolo to allow Luke to return to the House of Lamentation. The prince readily agrees, but the young angel is afraid to walk back and stay alone in the house. Simeon accompanies Luke to the HoL, but not before apologizing to everyone for leaving the meeting halfway through.

Lucifer notices some of his brothers' expressions and quickly warns them, "Don't even think about it. If you choose to abandon your duties, I shall punish you the entire day tomorrow."

The brothers sink back into their chairs, but Satan glares at Lucifer for being inconsiderate.

--

Hour thirteen. After hearing from you about the 24-hour job, Thirteen checks on everyone. She laughs at the state everyone is in, but she feels a bit bad on the inside. Then again, it was their choice to suffer for a few Grimms.

"Whatcha laughin' at?"

"A greedy bunch who is desperate for money? And here I thought the Avatar of Greed was the only greedy one."

"Hey. Whatcha pickin' on me for?" Mammon grumbles.

"Diavolo," Solomon glances at the prince, "Thirteen is an exchange student, correct? Why not ask her to join the meeting? She can bring fresh ideas to the table."

"Why, you little-"

"That's a great idea! Thirte-"

Before Diavolo can finish, the Grim Reaper shakes her head, "Gotta go! Sorry!"

She runs out of the hall like her life depended on it. The meeting goes on as usual with a new topic - grades and exam structure.

--

Hour fourteen. Mephistopheles returns to check on Diavolo, to thank him for his hard work, and to deliver a letter from the House of Lords. He can't help but feel jealous of how lucky the brothers are. They get to work directly with Diavolo and help him make his RAD dream come true. What does he have to do to get the prince to notice him? What do the brothers have that he doesn't?

After he leaves, Diavolo nervously opens the letter, but to his surprise, the lords just want to update him on their current affairs. With a smile, he asks Barbatos to bring in the assignment. The brothers see the butler walk in with a stack of papers.

"These are the applications for the students in Devildom who wish to attend RAD. Please review the applications and sign the first page."

--

Hour fifteen. The brothers and prince breeze through the stack, but Barbatos walks in with two more stacks - that too with a teasing smile.

"He so did that on purpose," Levi mumbles, only to find the butler staring at him with an emotionless smile. With an "eek," the third brother hides his face behind his stack of applications.

Solomon uses his magic to sign off on papers, earning a glare from some of the brothers.

--

Hour sixteen. Break time! Solomon teasingly says as the brothers stretch their aching arms, "Ah, my hands are so sore."

"Sore? You didn't even touch the pen!" Asmo pouts while massaging the area between his thumb and index finger. The sorcerer chuckles in return.

"Excuse me, can we come in?" Simeon walks into the room with Luke following him. Beel's head immediately turns in their direction as he sniffs the air.

"We...b-brought...f-food...," Luke says while half-hiding behind the older anger.

Beel hurries towards them and sniffs their basket, earning a squeal from Luke. A warning from Lucifer is enough for the Avatar of Gluttony to back away.

"How thoughtful." Diavolo laughs while Barbatos excuses himself to help the angels plate the food for everyone.

"Luke, would you happen to have baked these cakes?" He asks, to which the angel nods slowly. "You are quite talented."

Though the boy fears the butler, he can't hide his happiness and smiles. Simeon chuckles, "Your practice is paying off. Can you help me bring in the other items?"

Simeon returns to the room in a minute, carrying a bag of neatly rolled blankets while Luke is behind him, struggling to drag a large bag of pillows. Everyone chuckles at the young angel hauling a load twice his size.

"Here are some blankets and pillows," Simeon starts but notices a look of disapproval on Barb's face. "I am sorry if we shouldn't have brought these, but staying awake 24 hours can harm your health. Please allow everyone a little rest. Let's get going, Luke. It's past your bedtime."

At the end of the break, Diavolo asks Barbatos to bring in the assignment. The brothers fear he will bring in more stacks of paper, but the butler drags in a large sack of letters filled to the brim.

--

Hour seventeen. Asmo is excited to open what he assumes to be fan mail, but much to his and his brothers' horror, the letters are filled with complaints. Complaints about them.

Mammon comes across a letter from a shopkeeper asking for permission to permanently ban the brothers from entering his shop. How is their situation still the same? They have the title of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, so why can't the demons stop seeing them as outcasts?

Satan finds a letter with the complaint the outcasts will ruin Devildom. Why were they grouping him with them? He was never an angel, to begin with, so why is he receiving the same treatment? The second, third, and fourth letters state the same thing. Noticing his agitation, Solomon swipes the letter from his hand and replaces it with a letter about a lost kitten.

Belphie reads a few letters from grocery store and restaurant owners complaining about how Beel ruins their businesses. How is he destroying their businesses? He pays for everything he eats. If anything, his twin's appetite is increasing their profits. The Avatar of Sloth crumbles those letters and places them out of Beel's reach.

Lucifer comes across a complaint asking Diavolo to step down for permitting angels to enter the realms. Cowards. These demons are using them as an excuse to get the prince to relinquish the throne. If they have an issue with Diavolo, why not bring it up with him? Stop using him and his brothers.

--

Hour eighteen. The torment continues.

"I can't do this anymore," Levi whispers.

Mammon glances at his younger brother and switches letters with him. Lucifer watches their interaction and exhales silently. Did Diavolo and Barbatos do this on purpose? They could have left these letters for another day and given them to him only. Slowly, Lucifer's mind spirals towards the decision he made long back. This is all his fault. They would have been suffering if he hadn't dragged his brothers with him.

"Lucifer...I know what you're thinkin'," Mammon muttered without looking at him. "Stop. Will ya? It's not your fault."

He chuckled, "Mammon...thank you."

--

Hour nineteen. It's 1 am. Asmo worries about his beautiful skin and can't stop complaining. Levi does his best to block out Asmo's voice but gets irritated. Belphie gets up and sits beside Satan near the table's end, as far away from Lucifer as possible.

"Asmo, would you like to take a nap?" The prince asks out of concern.

"My lord," Barbatos says in disapproval.

"It's alright. They have worked hard. A nap won't hurt."

Asmo gets a pillow and pink blanket and hurries to the back of the room. Belphie takes the opportunity and joins his older brother. In a few minutes, the Avatar of Sloth is fast asleep on the top of the last table, while the Avatar of Lust is asleep with his head resting on his folded arms.

--

Hour twenty. Mammon nearly dozes off, but a weight against his shoulder wakes him up. Levi smiles in his sleep and murmurs, "I love you...Ruri-chan."

Beel is fast asleep on a stack of opened letters on the other side of the table, dreaming about a mountain of food. Solomon notices a string of drool in the corner of his mouth and tries to pull the letters from under Beel's head in vain. Soon enough, the letters are coated in saliva, and the Avatar of Gluttony even ends up eating some of the letters.

Satan does everything he can to stay awake - slapping his cheeks, drinking caffeine, pinching his skin - but drifts to sleep anyways.

Barbatos disapproves yet again, but considering their efforts in the meeting, he lets the brothers sleep. Solomon grabs a handful of letters and reads them while walking around the room to stop himself from sleeping.

--

Hour twenty-one. The butler notices the prince fighting to stay awake and excuses himself to prepare tea for his master. Diavolo stands up to stretch but stops when he sees Lucifer walking toward the bag of blankets.

The Avatar of Pride grabs a red, green, and orange blanket. He covers Beel with the red one and sighs at the paper sticking out of his brother's mouth. "Beel, refrain from consuming inedible objects..."

He covers Levi with the orange one only to hear his brother say, "I love you." A warm smile tugs on Luci's lips, but Mammon grumbles, "Don't get too happy...he's sayin' I love ya to Ruri-chan...not us."

Lucifer exhales loudly, makes his way to Satan, and lays the green blanket over him. He closely examines his sleeping face and reaches a hand to his head but stops short. "I am aware you dislike me, but I harbor no ill will towards you."

He gently strokes Satan's hair and whispers, "I do hope you can forgive me... someday. I shall wait patiently until then."

"He will. Don't worry," Diavolo says from behind. "Would you care to join me for a cup of tea?"

Barbatos arranges tea and snacks for almost everyone awake. As he approaches Mammon, he chuckles, "I was not expecting such dedication for you."

"I ain't fallin' asleep without gettin' my payment. 'Sides, only three hours to go," the Avatar of Greed says while forcing his eyelids to stay up.

"I see. Do keep up the good work," the butler chuckles. Though the brothers are a handful, Barbatos enjoys being in their presence. There is never a dull moment when they are around.

"Barbatos, did you forget my tea and cake?" Solomon calls out as he sees the butler returning to his work.

"I do believe your hands and feet are in working condition. Prepare it yourself," the coldness in his voice doesn't faze the sorcerer; instead, he laughs.

--

Hour twenty-two. Barbatos's tea helps them stay awake, and the remaining five get through all the letters in the sack. Just as Solomon is about to grab a blanket and pillow to nap, the butler appears behind him and drops a stack of papers on the desk beside the sorcerer. "We are not finished."

Solomon sighs, "Of course not."

Mammon also receives a stack of papers far smaller than the one given to the sorcerer. Barbatos returns to his place and continues his work.

--

Hour twenty-three. Diavolo finishes his work and asks Lucifer to join him outside the meeting hall for a walk.

"Thank you for your help," he starts off. "The meeting was rather productive..."

"Diavolo, would you tell me what you wish to discuss?"

The prince tenses up but chuckles a moment later. "Of course. The...complain letters...I apologize for them. Had I known the content, I would not have handed them to you or your brothers."

Lucifer stays silent, but Diavolo urges him to speak. "What is on your mind? Would you tell me?"

"I am aware our presence here has the residents of Devildom on edge. I am also aware our status as ex-angels will remain with us for as long as we live. My brother can be a handful - I know firsthand, but," Lucifer speaks sternly, "that does not give the demons a right to use their name to target you."

"Use them to target me?" The prince stops walking and faces him. "What do you mean?"

"As you are aware, many wish you would abdicate the throne. Some will go to any level to make this wish a reality. Considering their every attempt has failed thus far, your enemies have developed a new strategy to use my brothers against you."

"Your brothers...against me? They will hold me liable for everything your brothers do?"

Lucifer nods, "Precisely. Your enemies would go as far as to hurt my brothers for their gain, even casting a curse to alter their personality."

The red-headed man stays silent, carefully picking apart his words. "Lucifer. Do you mean to say the incident with Beel destroying my castle was a ploy?"

"I do. Initially, I assumed Beelzebub grew hungry and lost his temper due to the lack of food, but the majority of my brothers believe Beel is incapable of that, including Belphegor. The twins have a special connection; hence, I am inclined to believe Belphie's words." The Avatar of Pride pauses and meets the prince's eyes before continuing, "I appreciate that you forgave Beel, but Diavolo, would you look into this matter?

"I will," Diavolo smiles. "Your well-being, as well as your brothers, is in my hand. Rest assured, I shall not let anything happen to them.

"Thank you. Shall we return? Barbatos will lecture us for neglecting our responsibilities," Lucifer chuckles while Diavolo laughs.

--

Hour twenty-four. Mammon, Solomon, Lucifer, and Diavolo count down each minute, while Barbatos urges them to continue working without paying mind to the clock.

As the clock ticks 6 am, the prince applauds them for staying awake and requests Barbatos to transfer the payment to their bank accounts. "Kindly also pay those who are asleep. Also, transfer half of the original payment to Simeon and Luke - their efforts cannot be left unpaid."

After ensuring he received the payment, Mammon rests his head on top of Levi's head and passes out from exhaustion. Solomon grabs a pillow and blanket and prepares to sleep.

"Are we all sleeping here?" Diavolo laughs. "Then we shall have a sleepover."

Barbatos hands the prince a blanket and pillow, smiling, "I prepared beforehand in case you would say that."

Lucifer doesn't bother to get anything, plops into his seat beside Mammon, and closes his eyes. His heavy responsibilities and tendency to overwork have taught him to sleep anywhere, even in uncomfortable positions and places.

Barbatos scans the room with a smile before moving his eyes to Diavolo. "You are no longer lonely, my lord. My wish to see you genuinely happy has finally been fulfilled. Rest well, young master...and the rest of you."

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Fuck it Friday + Last Line Tag Game

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here’s more demon!buck/angel!eddie with the last little scene i wrote

A few days later, Buck confronts Taylor about her expose.

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“Do what on purpose?” Taylor tosses her red hair over her shoulder, and she’s trying not to smirk at him. She knows what he’s talking about, she just wants him to say it.

“The brownies. Did you make us all eat the brownies?” That day is still a little fuzzy. Back in ancient times, Buck found that the only way he can get high like humans is if he takes harder drugs. He hasn’t taken LSD since the 1960’s, a time he barely remembers except that he helped make a lot of people feel good during quite a few orgies. Although he knows Taylor didn’t put the LSD in the brownies herself, if she somehow knew about it, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out that she tempted everyone to have a piece to make her expose on the 118 more interesting.

“You really think I need to tempt you to eat a brownie? Come on.” When Buck keeps glaring at her, Taylor heaves an annoyed sigh. “No, I didn’t. If I did I would make sure everyone had a brownie. That one human – Chimney wasn’t it? – didn’t get dosed, remember?”

Vaguely. All he remembers is suddenly feeling like more of a giant then getting handcuffed. The most concerning part was seeing Eddie freak out. Trying to calm him down as they were put in Athena’s patrol car. He thinks he might’ve offered to tempt Eddie into becoming calm? He also thinks Eddie agreed. If Athena heard or saw, hopefully she thought it was just nonsense produced from the drug.

“But you did something. There’s no way you simply did this without trying to do some kind of temptation.”

“I tempted,” Taylor admits. “But don’t you worry about it. In fact, if I were you, I’d worry about that little angel you’re working with. If you’re not careful, he’ll smite you.”

She leaves in the news van. Buck scoffs at her advice. Eddie’s never going to smite him. He has no reason to. He’s seen Buck’s power and deemed it safe. He even thinks it’s funny sometimes, the things he does. Buck has nothing to worry about.

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[cipheramnesia]

Hi! How’re you? I love your blog and never know how to write asks.

Any chance you’d be willing to dish out a quick (or long) list of your favorite techno horror/techno punk movies? Don’t know if those are the right terms.

If not thank you anyway for reading and I hope you are having a good night.

Full disclosure, I wasn't familiar with these terms, beyond what I could figure out intuitively, which turned out to be correct, as far as I can tell! Which is not very far so you know, bear with me. Nervously looking over my shoulders for a bear. OK.

After a crash course, I think it's safe to call Tetsuo The Iron Man and Tetsuo The Bullet Man the quintessential technohorror technopunk type movies. They are lean and mean structured around shocking violence and jaw dropping effects on a budget. In the same vein, but which you might not have heard of, is Tokyo Gore Police. It's, y'know, not for everyone, look it up and you'll have a pretty clear idea what you're in for. If you're on the bubble, let me just say "sexy crocodile vagina legs," and leave it there.

It looks like David Cronenberg is big in the subgenre and what can I say except good call. Kind of a horror pioneer across quite a few subgenres including splatterpunk and body horror, his fascination with permutations of the flesh and technology makes him a no-brainer. Obviously you should know about Crimes of the Future and The Fly, and potentially the lesser know but exception Videodrome and Existenz. However, also consider checking out his adaptation of Crash (an essential movie for anyone intrigued by trans humanism) and his adaptation of Naked Lunch. For all purposes, virtually everything in his oeuvre prior to Naked Lunch in some way invokes body horror and some degree of technohorror, so you may as well sit down and take your time with his filmography. Then follow up with with everything Brandon Cronenberg, his son, has released because that specific apple is not far from the tree.

Also mentioned is Terminator, which I guess is sort of horror and punk(ish) and techno, which sort of throws Alien and Aliens in but honestly those feel more like science fiction horror personally, whatever you know them already. And you're not here for stuff you can pull in any online search so lets get down to the weird shit.

I've mentioned it before, but Death Machine (1994) is an absolute joy to watch. Magnificent use of practical effects, tongue in cheek but never boring, if you want to see an absolutely gorgeous murder robot, this is a must-watch. Kind of the western answer to Tetsuo Iron Man with a less manic pace and heavy handed satire. Think RoboCop on a worse budget using the plot of Aliens but inside an office building. This one and a similarly impressive work of practical effects called Hardware (1990) are both difficult to unearth. If you see them anywhere, grab a copy, drop everything and watch.

There's this whole collection of AI movies that range between hard scifi and gloppy horror, but I'd like to direct attention to somewhat over looked Automata (2014). For me it has just the right blend of real world trash and futuristic dystopia, with a plot that's part mystery and part big ideas. It rides this lovely line that drew me in by featuring robots that do not feel human at all, disappointingly blocky and clunky, and led me into feeling the necessary empathy for the story to succeed. It is by turns abstract and violent, and feels almost as if it could be a precursor to Blade Runner in its visuals and story design.

Now let's rewind back to 1977's Demon Seed. It's been quite a while since I saw the original, and it's by no means the best movie out of the 70s but it is a buckwild, extremely fucked up AI gone haywire film. Content warning for an extremely disturbing sexual assault by a robotic shape shifting dodecahedron. It belongs on a technohorror list because it's the kind of movie where you'll say "wow, it sure went there." I can't tell you if it's good, only that you'll probably wish you could forget some scenes. And if you want to keep the ball rolling with slow paced science fiction movies about killer robots obsessed with sexual assault, you can check out Saturn 3 (1980).

But enough about robots, let's talk about zombies with Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead (2014) and Wyrmwood: Apocalypse (2021). Both of these have punk vibes, very in line with most Ozsploitation movies, and the gimmick is that, as a zombie apocalypse begins, a group of survivors discover the zombies belch up methane - and they can rig up their engines to run on the stuff. The pair of movies escalate continuously in their excess and weirdness. If the first leaves you wanting more, the second will leave you absolutely demanding it. Frankly anything low budget and vaguely weird from Australia tends to be over the top of over the top. See also SheBorg (2016) about an evil alien cyborg who comes to Earth to eat puppies (very unrealistic stuffed animals) and turn people into more evil cyborgs. The only hope is punk loser teenage girls. Is it badly made? Yes. Offensive? Pretty much. But it's evil alien puppy eating cyborg versus punk rock teenagers so like you gotta see it.

Not gonna sugar coat this - quite a lot of the "best technohorror" recommendations lists I'm turning up in searches to job my memory aren't great. Seems like mostly it's more "hey here are some movies that use an technology" versus anything that gives me a real sensation of the movie being either intrinsically about the interaction of the human, the horrific, and the technological, or where the tech aspect is a kind of break-out rogue element, getting away with something daring or weird or simply grotesque through having the sort of budget and distribution (or lack thereof) that keeps sticky fingered producers from leaving notes all over the script. Anyway this is kind of a prelude to suggesting Frankenstein might be the original technohorror, and to check out Depraved (2019), a take on Frankenstein with a fascinating direction, where the titular scientist is an ex-army field medic with PTSD and his monster is made from soldier parts which, themselves, are not entirely free from the memories of their own traumatic pasts. It may only loosely follow the original story but it's a hell of a gut punch and I think exactly the sort of filmmaking that you want from any genre appended with "punk."

Lastly of course we all know the recently released M3gan, but I'm going to suggest a second Frankenstein movie, which I have not seen as yet so this is a blind recommendation, The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster, directed by Bomani J. Story. If the title alone doesn't give you a frisson of anticipation about what might be in the movie, the trailer should have you hooked. I'm dying to watch it, personally, but saving it to watch with one of my partners.

[with-love-from-hell]

Melancholia

{part Nine}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: ~3.8

CW: Kidnapping!, bugs!, Injection!, anxiety, descriptions of deceit, fear-based content and lots of tension, angst, depression, allusion to past sexual violence in Vermillion Skies, nightmare mention, vague illusion to torture, bullying mention

A/N: SURPRISE! I had time to write today, and my interest in writing this series was reignited after reading through it and remembering how much it meant to me. Here you go! 😊

Music Accompaniment (Circles thru Paranoia)

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology and clinical training in treatment for mental health, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

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You can find more of this series by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog!

“The celestial realm just hasn’t been the same without you there.” Luke sighed sadly, taking another slow sip of his tea. “The other cherubs in training have been being jerks, and Michael has just started making me run errands for him...and I don’t really feel like I have anyone to talk to except Raphael.” 

Simeon nodded empathically, relating to the feeling of loneliness since his fall. “I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t think my lack of presence would make that much of a difference.” 

Luke furrowed his brow. “Why wouldn’t it? We were brothers- and you were, like, the second closest person to Michael other than father!” 

Simeon shrugged, finally taking another gulp of tea. “I just thought everyone just sort of...moved on? Especially given their reactions to my judgement.” 

Luke cocked his head. “I mean, everyone was so upset...I don’t understand what you mean.” 

“Upset?” Simeon blinked, trying to understand Luke’s perspective. Perhaps he could see it that way, but remembering back to how the other angels screamed insults at him and hurled stones as he was dragged to the edge of the celestial realm...to him it seemed more like hatred. “I suppose many individuals were, yes...but I suppose what I saw was more like they no longer wanted anything to do with me.” 

Luke blinked a few times before nodding. “I mean, I guess that’s half true...But most of what I hear people talking about isn’t you- it’s Lucifer and Diavolo...and mostly Mc.” 

Simeon’s ears perked up at her name. “Mc..? Why her?”

“Well...” Luke’s facial expression turned into a scowl. “They’ve been saying it’s her fault that you fell, and that she somehow corrupted you...And they think that her connection with the demons is proof of that. Some people have said that they don’t want anything to do with humans at all any more...They’ve also called her some upsetting names, and some have said she’s a demon in disguise.” 

“Oh...” Simeon’s shoulders slumped, his frown deepening at the realization that his actions had not only impacted the Celestial Realm’s relationship with the Devildom, but the Celestial Realm’s impression of humans all together and their impression of an human only 3 of angels had even met.

“...But I don’t believe all that.” Luke took a large bite of a popover, a proud smile decorating his face as he chewed.

Simeon looked up to him, watching quietly as Luke swallowed and brushed the crumbs off his pajamas. 

“There’s no way Mc is all the things they say about her.” He continued. “She’s so kind and caring and innocent. And the proof of that is she’s able to tolerate all these rowdy demons and still show them kindness.” 

A weak smile pulled its way up on Simeon’s lips. “I definitely agree with you there. Sometimes I wonder if she’s too kind for her own good.” 

Luke giggled. “Yeah, sometimes I think that too. She sometimes seems like more of an angel than either of us-” 

Simeon’s eyes softened as Luke immediately snapped is mouth shut after the words left his lips. He saw the somber look on his face as he dropped his gaze away from Simeon. 

“Oh--I mean...more of an angel than...I am...” 

Simeon set his tea cup down, taking a deep breath. “I really am sorry, Luke.” Simeon paused, watching the small angel rub the tears from his eyes. “I wish things could have been different, and I know this whole thing is...complicated, to say the least...But I really am sorry for hurting you the way I did.”

Luke stayed silent, not looking at Simeon at all. He merely sipped his tea with slightly shaking hands, trying to hold back tears. 

Simeon’s chest burned at the sight. He felt terrible for making Luke feel this way; for leaving him all alone again in the Celestial Realm. After Luke’s creation, it was expected that a mentor take him under their wing...the problem with that was that every mentor who had taken Luke on had passed him off to someone else, claiming that he was too emotional to be a guardian to humans, too hyperactive and restless to be on guard duty, not strong enough to be a soldier... Angels who were apprentices like Luke bullied him relentlessly, and it was as if he didn’t have a single friend in the world- that is, until the council reviewed his problems and determined he was either going to be moved to a lower position in another area of the celestial realm, or to be taken under one of the council’s wings. Simeon was the only council member to chime in, finding it almost cruel that no one would give the small angel a chance. He was young, but had so much potential. Just because he wasn’t robotically compliant and physically fit didn’t mean he was useless. 

Over time, Simeon grew to view Luke as almost like a son to him. Michael even took somewhat of a liking to him too, but Simeon figured the reason was Luke fed into his egocentric nature. Whatever the reason, Simeon brought out Luke’s true potential, and enjoyed his company in the process. But after his fall, he assumed the other’s treatment of Luke worsened, since he wasn’t at his side to defend or guide him, and also since his mentor had become so corrupted, he assumed that the other angels were worried he would follow suit...

He didn’t mean to ruin Luke’s life. 

“...Anyways...” Luke breathed out after awhile, having managed to control his emotions. “I was super mad at Michael for sending me back here at first.”

Simeon blinked, jerking back out of his thoughts. “Oh..?”

Luke nodded. “I didn’t want to come back. I didn’t want to see you, or the other demons for that matter...” He paused, tapping the side of his cup with his index finger. “But...I’m glad I did.” 

Simeon’s posture straightened. “What changed your mind?” 

“Well, I...” Luke paused. He chewed his lip, as if he was trying to decide what to say next. “Michael never has time to bake with me, so I forgot how much fun baking with Mc and Barbatos is. Plus, the class work here is really interesting, and definitely beats than running tons of errands for the council. And even though the brothers tease me, they always make a point to include me in stuff. Plus, it’s fun having Beel as a taste-tester for new recipes- No one wants to hang out with me while I experiment with new ingredients! And speaking of that, The devildom has so many interesting foods...I still have so many things I want to try out in my recipes!” 

Simeon smiled as Luke listed off all the things he liked about the Devildom. If he wasn’t so infatuated with Michael and didn’t have such a strict adherence to the rules of the Celestial Realm, Luke probably would have understood Simeon’s fall better. 

“And...” Luke finally paused on his list, dropping his eyes downcast. “...even though I was mad at you, and I was confused and hurt and didn’t want to see you...I did miss you a lot.” 

Simeon’s eyes softened. “I missed you too, Luke.” 

Luke glanced up at him, finally able to recognize the demon before him. Simeon’s attitude had been much more sarcastic, cutting, and out of character. Hearing his voice take on the same softness and compassion made Luke’s heart swell with happiness. 

He’s still Simeon.

They chatted for hours, time seeming to pass endlessly as they caught up on everything they’d missed from each other, and anything they could even think to talk about. Eventually, the conversation shifted back to Mc, and Luke’s concerns over Michael’s directions to him.

“He asked me to keep an eye on her and report back to him on what she’s doing...” Luke sighed, resting his cheek in his palm. “Why though?” 

Simeon shook his head, trying to press back the anger he felt at information Luke had provided to him. “I think Michael is having a hard time letting this go. Like the other angels you talked about who said it’s her fault I fell- I think he agrees.”

Luke puffed the air out of his cheeks in exasperation. “But it’s not though!” 

“I know, but they seem to think that I’m incapable of making my own choices.” Simeon shook his head. “This is why I didn’t repent. I was tired of decisions being made for me. I wanted to have my own life, not the life they told me I needed to have.”

Luke nodded sadly, finally understanding what Simeon meant by wanting to be free. 

Simeon sighed. “I don’t expect you to agree with my decision, but I wanted you to know where I’m coming from. And Mc’s existence may have impacted that decision, but that doesn’t mean it’s her fault.” 

Luke nodded. “Besides, they’ve never even met her! If they did, they’d see for themselves that she’s not a threat to the angels!” 

“A threat?” Simeon's eyes widened. His mind drifting back to the dream he had earlier that evening, and anxiousness began rising in his stomach. “What do you mean? Has Michael said he views her as a threat!?” 

Luke was taken aback by Simeon’s sudden display of panic. “Uh...well, not directly to me...But I’ve heard him talking to the council about it before. That’s why I was so surprised that he agreed to let angels come back here. The decision seemed to be out of left field.” 

Simeon felt his heart beat quicken. “Luke...why did Michael send Raphael with you?” 

“He said that Raphael would be able to protect me if...” He trailed off, face growing pale. 

Simeon stood quickly, his chair thrown back to the floor as he rushed to the other side of the table. He gripped Luke by the shoulders tightly, shaking him gently. “What?? Protect you if what?!”

Luke swallowed, his eyes wide with fear. “...P-protect me if his plan went south.” 

“What plan!?” Simeon was nearly shouting, terrified to think that his prophetic power remained despite losing his status as an angel. 

Look shook his head, now crying. “I-I don’t know! But since he told me to watch over Mc...” 

Simeon loosened his grip on the angel before he was able to finish speaking, quickly running to the room assigned to the other angel. He silently begged for his dream to be only that- and nearly prayed that his gut feeling about Michael’s plan to bring some sort of harm to Mc after learning information from Luke was wrong.

 Luke scrambled from his chair, following closely behind. Without knocking, Simeon burst through Raphael’s bedroom door, only to be met with what looked like a room that was untouched. Raphael was no where to be seen, and nor were any of his belongings. Luke gripped Simeon’s hand tightly, tears clouding his eyes. 

“W-where’s Raph?!” He squeaked, looking up to Simeon for an answer. 

“Call Diavolo.” Simeon instructed, turning and running to his room to change his clothes.

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The room you awakened in was not where you remember falling asleep. 

You rubbed the side of your head and groaned as you sat up on the concrete floor. There was a large bump with dried blood caked over it just above your right ear, and you hissed when your fingers gently grazed it. You tried to remember how the hell you got here, but the last thing you could recall was getting ready for bed while Lucifer was in the shower. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you assumed you must have, since there was no other memories beyond that to cling to.

Your vision spun as you tried to adjust to the dark, damp place you now found yourself laying in. You shriek as you felt a cockroach skitter over your hand, trying your best to maneuver away from where the bug had crossed you. You were stopped by the pull of a chain on your ankle, almost causing you to trip over yourself. Your eyes widen as you sit back and try to release your ankle from the chain locked around it. You glance around the empty room, trying to find something- anything- to ground yourself in where you were. You call out a hello, but get no reply. Your blood runs cold, and fear consumes you, causing you to begin hyperventilating. 

“L-Lucifer!?” You nearly sob out the yell, trying your best to see in the dark around the dimly lit room. You desperately wanted to know where he was. Whatever was happening would still be terrifying, but at least you’d have your lover here with you. Instead, you were met with silence. The only sound that could be heard was the sound buzzing from bugs flying around the cell, and occasionally what sounded like an air conditioner springing to life, but you weren’t sure what it was, since the cell was hot and humid. Clearly there was no air conditioning here. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath and calm your raging heart, that felt like it was going to completely explode from your chest.

You were alone.

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Lucifer hummed to himself as he stepped out of the shower. He stretched before reaching for a towel to dry himself with. After a few days worth of arguing about Simeon and your bull-headedness about rekindling a relationship with him, you both had finally calmed down enough to return to your normal intimacy. He had hated fighting with you; it made him feel horrible when he felt the urge to raise his voice. But you both finally came to the agreement that you wouldn’t spend time with Simeon alone, though you did want to involve him in more areas of your life. Despite Lucifer’s continued discomfort, he did have to admit that Simeon’s behavior had gotten slightly better as the days went on. 

Maybe he was finally starting to get the hint that you weren’t changing your mind about your relationship. 

Lucifer threw on some briefs quickly before calling out to you, asking if you could bring him his robe that he had left draped over his dresser. He needed to go down and finish some paperwork, after all, and he wasn’t about to go down in just his underwear. He paused, awaiting your reply...but it never came. 

He sighed, figuring you may have fallen asleep already. While you had basically healed fully from all you had gone through, and it was rare that you felt random waves of fatigue like you had in the past during your treatment, he figured it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that sleepiness had taken over you.

Residing to grabbing his robe himself, Lucifer made a silent reminder to remember to hang it up in the bathroom when he was done. He stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a cool wisp of air brush against his bare skin. 

Lucifer shivered. Hadn’t he lit a fire before his shower? He glanced around the dark room, squinting to try to find where you were. 

Something didn’t feel right.

“Mc..?”

Lucifer felt anxiety begin to crawl its way up his throat, making it hard to swallow. He mumbled a spell and snapped his fingers, allowing a roaring fire to be lit in the hearth once again. The moment light flooded through the room, Lucifer gasped, immediately closing his eyes and shaking his head. 

No...No, this couldn’t be happening.

Not again.

He snapped his eyes back open, darting his gaze around the upturned room. A sconce was torn clean off his wall and shattered on the floor, and the adjacent wardrobe door was left hanging by only one hinge. Multiple items had been swiped off of the nightstand on your side of the bed, scatted haphazardly across the floor. One of which was a photo of you and his brothers- the glass shattered and frame contorted, as if it had been stepped on. The duvet seemed to have been gripped and dragged halfway toward one of the corners of the room, and what appeared to be splatters of blood marked up a few areas on the floor and the bed sheets. 

Lucifer felt his heart jump into his throat. He had to be dreaming...Diavolo, please...this had to be a dream. His eyes, now wet with tears, frantically darted around the room, trying to find his phone. He spotted it on the floor, having been kicked just under the bed. He dove for it, shaky hands trying to dial Diavolo’s number. 

The line began ringing, but before anyone could have the opportunity to pick up, Lucifer felt a large hand clamp over his mouth and yank him backwards. He struggled against what felt like the firm grasp of 3 individuals, wriggling violently in their grasp. The individuals struggled to keep him still, until a sharp pain rippled through his neck. He roared into their hands, the noise muffled from the tight grip they had around his mouth. 

“Lucifer..?” Diavolo yawned into the phone, curiosity piqued in his voice. “Why are you calling so late?”

He tried to make loud enough sounds for Diavolo to hear and continued to writhe, trying desperately to get out of their grasp. One of the individuals picked up the phone, hanging up the line before turning their eyes to Lucifer. He glared at them, nose turning in  a snarl as they locked eyes. 

Uriel. 

“Give him another dose.” 

Before Lucifer could process what they had said, another sharp pain was sent rippling through his neck. He tried to yell- to call out to one of his brothers for help- but his ability to speak began to fade as he felt his face go numb. The other hands dropped from his mouth, feeling that he would no longer be able to use his voice. His vision blurred, distorting the image of Uriel gripping his cheeks. 

“Your compliance in this process will make it less painful for you.” 

Another sharp pain was sent through his neck, causing Lucifer to whimper. He blinked, trying desperately to keep his eyes open as his brain begged him for sleep. He was dropped to the floor with a thud, and his legs were taken up as the other individuals dragged him back toward a portal in the corner of the room where the duvet had been dragged toward. He was uncertain how he hadn’t heard them open the portal, or walk through it at that rate, but at this point he couldn’t even focus on how or why the Seraphim had gotten into his room.

All he knew is that they had taken you, and he needed to protect you. 

He gritted his teeth, pushing his demon form through in desperation. He tried to beat his wings against the floor, trying to make as much noise as possible to alert his brothers to what was happening. 

A final sharp pain went through the muscles on his neck as he tried to yell out for Mammon. The noise only came out as a breathy whine, as his eyes finally drifted slowly closed. 

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As he shuffled out of his clothes and worked on rapidly putting on his jeans, Simeon dialed Lucifer’s number.

The line rang, but there was no answer.

He dialed again.

and again.

and again.

The line continued to go to voicemail on every attempt. Simeon cursed under his breath, not knowing if Lucifer wasn’t answering because it was him, or because he couldn’t. 

He switched tactics, checking his watch to see the vibrant numbers spelling 3:33AM shining accusingly back at him. He shook his head. There’s no way any of his brothers would be awake right now, so he better try all of them. 

First he dialed Levi, who was the most likely to have been awake at this hour, who’s phone rang a few times and then went to voicemail- likely having just collapsed with fatigue. Next he tried Mammon, who’s phone went straight to voicemail, probably as a result of the phone being dead and him forgetting to charge it. He then tried Satan, then Asmo, then Beel- all having rung and went straight to voicemail. 

He swore aggressively, kicking over the nightstand in his room. Were all of these fuckers able to sleep through anything?!

He finally sighed, dialing Belphie’s number. He had given up before the phone even finished ringing, figured he’d have to go directly to the HOL and wake them all up himself. To his shock, he picked up, and Belphie’s gruff, sleepy voice groaned through the line. 

“Whaaaaaat?” 

“Belphie!” Simeon nearly screamed in the phone, causing the sleepy demon to groan again. 

“Hey, take it easy.” Belphie yawned through his words. “Don’t you know what time it is, Simeon?” 

“Yes, I know! But please, just listen!” Simeon snapped, his frantic voice finally making Belphie pay more attention. 

“What’s the matter?”

“Can you check on Mc and Lucifer?” He panted, twisting his body through his shirt while trying to keep the phone pressed to his ear. 

“What?” Belphie’s voice was more alert now, anxiety becoming apparent in his tone. “Why? Did something happen?” 

“Just do it!” Simeon snapped, trying to balance on one leg as he pulled his boots over his feet. He shifted to the next one as he heard Belphie hurriedly pull himself out of bed and speedwalk down the hallway. 

There was a pause after he heard Belphie knock on Lucifer’s door. Simeon gulped freezing in a position with one boot on. 

“Lucifer? Mc?” Belphie called to them, knocking again. 

Another pause. 

“Simeon, It’s nearly 4am. They’re probably sleeping. Can you please tell me what’s-”

“Go in. See if they’re there.” Simeon rasped out, not realizing how close he was to a full-blown panic attack. 

“Simeon, come on-”

“JUST DO IT.” He yelled into the phone.

“Jeeze, Alright!” Belphie snapped back, then mumbled grievances about Simeon’s volume under his breath while he jiggled the handle on the door.

Simeon heard a creak in the floor as he awaited Belphie’s response and snapped his attention toward the doorway.  Luke was standing there anxiously watching him. 

“I-I called Barbatos. He told us to come to the castle immediately and that he’d wake up Diavolo and call Solomon.” He squeaked out through tears. 

Simeon gave him a weak smile. “Good job. Now go get dressed, we’ll be leaving in a moment.”

“Mc, Lucifer..? Simeon’s on the phone and- W-what the fuck!?” Belphie’s panicked yell from the other side of the line jolted Simeon’s attention back to the phone. 

“What is it?” 

“Simeon, what’s going on?!” Belphie’s voice was firm and laced with worry.

Simeon swore under his breath, realizing that he was already too late. “Get your brothers and come to the castle. Now. I’ll explain when you get there.” 

Belphie attempted to ask another question but Simeon hung up on him, finishing lacing his boots and rushing to Meet Luke, who was haphazardly dressed and waiting by the front door. 

[solarishashernoseinabook]

Solaris reads The Great Zoo of China, by Matthew Reilly

The only way I'm going to be able to get through this book is by memeing it, because I'm 50 pages in and the number of times I've rolled my eyes is mind-boggling

Also I forgot who everyone was approximately two pages after they were introduced so this'll be fun

Spoilers will be unmarked below so block the #solaris reads the great zoo of china tag if you don't want to see them

The premise: Stop me if you've heard this one before...

A group of some of the top minds in their fields are invited to preview a first-of-its-kind zoo, a zoo featuring great animals no one thought they would ever see. The zoo is set to be a major tourist destination, so the stakes are huge. Nothing can go wrong, our main characters are assured, but the creatures escape their enclosures and come after the guests...

Yeah, this book is Jurassic Park, but with dragons, because it takes place in China and nothing else exists in China except pandas and dragons, apparently (that was sarcasm)

And with that, on to the book!

[Transcript: But the head didn't move. It was eerily still. In silhouette, the creature's high pointed ears looked like demonic horns.

The giant reptile took a step forward. It bent its head low, sniffing the ground. /end]

Page 4 and the illusion is already broken. Reptiles are quite notable for their overwhelming lack of external earlobes. If someone can think of a reptile with visible, pointed ears, do please let me know, I genuinely can't think of one

[Transcript: Once a renowned herpetologist–a reptile expert–these days CJ worked as a vet at the San Francisco Zoo. At thirty-six, she was a petite five foot six, with piercing amber eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair. /end]

...I'm sorry she's how tall?

[Transcript: CJ was fit, athletic, and pretty in a sporty kind of way. Men often approached her, only to turn away abruptly when they came close enough to see the grisly scars that dominated the left side of her face.

The scars stretched all the way from her left eye to the corner of her mouth, looking like a sequence of poorly aligned Xs. The ophthalmic surgeon had saved her eyesight. And the plastic surgeon, one of the best in America, had managed to reconstruct her jaw, but the slashing wounds to her left cheek had proven to be too much even for him.

CJ didn't care. For vapid men or for herpetology, not after the incident. All her life she had been something of a tomboy anyway. She didn't bother with makeup and she didn't mind getting her hands dirty. She lived outdoors: hiking, camping, horse riding. A keen horsewoman, she sometimes preferred the company of horses to people. /end]

Okay, so she's a literal Barbie doll with one absolutely horrible flaw, oh no, oh dear /s

I always feel like people who write descriptions of women like that - pretty except for one thing that totally ruins their looks and makes them utterly unpalatable, but which their love interest will graciously be able to overlook - are telling on themselves more than they think.

Also, she's not like the other girls! She has interests which are actually very common amongst women!

[Transcript: Around her neck she wore a leather strap, hanging from which was a three-inch-long saltwater crocodile tooth: a gift from Bill Lynch. /end]

This is petty, but I feel like the tooth should have been mentioned first, or maybe Reilly should have chosen a different word than "strap". Every time I go back to this sentence I expect it to be about some antique binoculars or something and have to mentally rearrange my expectations in my head when I get to the tooth part

[Transcript: CJ's considerable success had not been reflected in her personal life. While Hamish had gone through a swathe of girlfriends over the years, CJ had not had many serious boyfriends, just the one in fact, Troy, and that had ended badly: immediately after the incident that had destroyed her face. Only Hamish had stayed by her side, her ever-loyal brother. /end]

We're on page 12. Since this book began we've learned about two mentors CJ has had who looked after her, begged her not to leave her position at the university after the accident that gave her the scars, and who generally looked after her and recommended her for good positions. But yeah no one stayed by her not at all no-siree-bob

Also contrasting her brother with her boyfriend there strikes me as pretty dang weird

[Transcript: a series of lines from the book combined into one image:

But the head didn't move. It was eerily still.

It growled. A deep angry sound.

Once a renowned herpetologist–a reptile expert–these (the rest is cut off)

She had always been a good observer, a close watcher of things. It (the rest is cut off) /end]

At the very least, Reilly can be content knowing his book has some value as a dictionary, provided you only want to know random words in no semblance of alphabetical order

[intrepidradish]

Media: The Good Place

Year/my age: 2020-22/30-32

What drew me to the media:

I heard it was good! In 2019, Neil Gaiman was talking about how he really enjoyed it in comparison to Good Omens. I'd seen some gifs around. It was lighthearted and the episodes were short. It was a terrific binge show. You could eat a lot of episodes in one quiet night alone at home (pandemic).

Somehow the first season also wasn't spoiled for me! And more seasons were coming out that year! :0 Huge!

What made me a fan:

Towards the end of the show, Shawn, the Bad Place head honcho, pulls Michael, the once Bad Place now Good Place architect, aside and says something akin to 'I enjoyed our dynamic. You made my existence exciting, which I didn't think was possible. I'm going to miss that.' And as I often do while watching shows, I said "wow that's gay" aloud.

I like Shawn too. He's so... corporate, but in a impish horn, giggling kind of way. He's also so dry and his humor is childish, like a four year old discovering the word 'penis' and 'butthole'. He's also very ancient, and he has a tired quality to his character that I always appreciate.

I also like Michael, who is optimistic and anxious and high energy. He's one guy, not a very good one, that learns to love his friends and that motivates him to change a lot. That's beautiful. That's a character I can stand behind.

So at the end of the show, with me feeling the dulling warm glow of the last episode fading, I decided to write some porn.

Have I written fanfiction for it? Why or why not?

Yes! Sticky Fingers was AMAZINGLY well received. It was originally a one shot. I was trying to grab at the show's humor, which is verbose and goofy and a bit icky. Shawn/Michael was also very uncommon, but I didn't mind. I was just doing a one shot! I was in the middle of writing Predators, yaknow, and Exceptional! This was just going to be a quick experimental jaunt.

Well, it wasn't.

Sticky Fingers apparently scratched an itch for folks in the fandom.

Surprising to me, the most popular ship in the Good Place fandom is Michael/Eleanor (I really thought it'd be Chidi/Eleanor, but *shrug* Michael is a hottie and people are still...ahem... maybe a little racist. OR, big or, it could be that the Chidi/Eleanor relationship was explored to exhaustion and not the Michael/Eleanor one. Who knows. I don't. I'm just judging and a hypocrite.)

Anyhoo, what is also popular to do in the Good Place fandom is AU the Good Place with another fandom. Like "ooooh what if these characters from this other fandom were sent into a heaven/hell situation what would they dooooo?" I have no interest in crossovers.

Shawn is also...hmm... kind of treated like an 'ugly' character because he's 'bald' or something. I have no idea. If you look up Marc Evan Jackson you'll see that he has a fucking gorgeous gay mustache and piercing blue eyes. He probably works out given how that suit drapes on him too.

Everyone knows Michael is hot though. Ted Danson is the oldest man I've ever written porn for, because he's a hottie.

(I also want to pull back for a second. It's so strange that I wrote the genre known as 'old man porn' because I don't have the hots for guys above fifty in my day to day. I find them pretty annoying when I have to interact with them. They always have a chip on their shoulder about being right. I think my least favorite demographic in the entire world is 60+ white men. They are impossible to talk to.)

I'm not going to unpack what I said above in brackets, AT ALL. :)

With the hottie definitions cast in my mind, I expanded Sticky Fingers into 5 chapters and I created a second story called Easy Peasy.

Easy Peasy has less appeal than Sticky Fingers, but that's sort of what I wanted. I made Shawn a human. He's grappling with being a bad demon and a sort of lackluster shitty human. I finally finished last year.

Unfortunately, I feel like I let a lot of people down with it's conclusion. The reason is because...unbeknownst to them... there is another story after Easy Peasy! I probably won't write it! I don't have the time or interest!

One of the issues of writing a rare pair is that I felt like I had to normalize what I wanted to write. Since its the only one in it's ship, I couldn't like... go full hog and make it REALLY KINKY. Which for a time, I really wanted to.

Shawn, a demon with a confusing almost Vulcan hangup of being bad feels good, is so fucking kinky. But I just didn't think the fandom was ready for me to write like CBT without cumming, whipping leathermen. A shame really.

Opinion on the fandom:

I think I said my piece above, but I can't find the fandom really. They aren't present on twitter from what I can see. Maybe I should follow the tag on Tumblr? But I'm not very motivated about it. Sometimes I want to write a story, and just not...interact with a community at all. The end.

Would I read it again?

Dunno. Maybe?

[husbandohunter]

You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: Fainting HCS

FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE. 

Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.

Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.

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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.

Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.

He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.

It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.

Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.

She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.

Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.

Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.

Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.

Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.

When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.

“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down. 

“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.

“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.

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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.

When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.

Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.

Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao. 

(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)