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augustghosts · 2 years

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Mary On a Cross - Eddie Munson

Eddie has befriended the town priest's daughter and manages to convince her to sneak into the church one night.

Is this an overused title now? I wrote this like a month ago so idk.

Warnings: Female reader. Eddie and reader are both adults. Blowjob. kinda inexperienced reader. This isn't very detailed or very long lol but I like it. Breaking into a church but not really because they have keys but they definitely aren’t supposed to be there. Not proofread so probably got mistakes, just ignore em.

Word count: 2.7k

“Forgive me Lord, for I am going to sin.”

“Shut up, Eddie.” She whispered to him. His heavy boots crunching in the leaves behind her were already making enough noise. She didn’t need his booming voice, in whatever accent he had just put on to mock her father, to add to it

Her father, the well known and well respected priest of the town. The kind and humble man whom she had just stolen from. The keys to the small church jingling in her hand was a harsh reminder of what she had just done. But Eddie’s big, warm hands resting on her hips and they stopped in front of the big wooden doors managed to erase any and all of the guilt she had previously felt. The only light surrounding them was the single bulb above the church door.

She didn’t realize that she had been staring at the door until he spoke up. “For someone who doesn’t want to get caught, you seem very insistent on standing right underneath this very bright light.”

She glared at him over her shoulder, and started fiddling with the keys. “Fuck, i don’t think i even know which one it is.”

Eddie’s gasp rang through the air, “What did you just say? Did you just swear in front of the lord?”

He laughed loudly as she turned around to slap his chest, shushing him. She finally found the right key, putting it into the keyhole and turning it slowly. The creaking sound made her cringe and look around. It was almost 2am, Eddie had parked his van by the woods and walked on foot to her house before throwing sticks at her window until she agreed to come out. He’d been suggesting this for weeks, ever since they had started this thing that they had going on. She still wasn’t sure why Eddie liked her so much, though he never failed to assure her and she genuinely believed him. She was convinced at first that he got some sort of kick out of it. Out of being the town's supposed metalhead cult leader and seducing the priest's only daughter who had never had a boyfriend before.

The door swung open and she swore the whole town could hear it, was it always this loud or was it just because she was terrified right now? Either way she walked inside with Eddie right behind her, them both stopping as she realized it was pitch black inside.

“We can’t put the lights on, someone will see.” She whispered. Suddenly feeling very small and the building she knew so well suddenly feeling very big.

“Yeah,” He agreed. “Keep the door open a sec.”

The bulb above the door being the only source of light in the building, a sliver of it lighting up the path to the altar opposite them. She started to feel kind of sick, her hand that wasn’t holding open the door clutching the cross necklace around her neck. This was bad, this was so very bad. She watched Eddie in his boots and ripped jeans and denim jacket walk up to the altar her father usually stood behind. He fished a lighter out of his pocket and lit a few of the candles around the altar, just enough to light up the space around it.

“You can close the door now, might wanna lock it too.” He smirked and gestured to the candles, “This will have to do honey, any brighter than this and someone will come looking.”

She took one last look outside before easing the door shut, locking it behind her and running up the path between the pews to join Eddie at the front. She practically jumped into his arms, holding onto him and looking around. Surveying it as if she was in an unknown place and not a building she spends hours of her time at every week. He studied her face and wrapped his strong arms tightly around her, placing a kiss to her forehead before whispering against her skin.

“Hey, we’re safe, you know? No one’s gonna come in here. I promise.”

“You don’t know that.” She whispered, looking up at him. He looked beautiful in the candle light.

“I do.”

“How?”

“Because I always do, have you forgotten that I know everything?” He was trying to make her laugh, ease her nerves, and she appreciated that. She giggled before pressing a kiss to his lips. He always let her make the first move, another thing she appreciated.

He was always so kind, so so kind. Nothing like the rumors the church folk had spread about him and his friends. He held her tighter as they kissed, her fingers curling into his hair. She had never kissed anyone before Eddie, but she swore he was the best kisser in the world. He kissed her in a way that made her never want to kiss anyone else. The way he gripped her so tightly but touched her so gently. His soft lips are a welcome juxtaposition to the way he dressed and the music he listened too.

She pulled away from him to unzip the jacket she had been wearing, revealing the top she had put on just for him. It was so simple, but she usually never wore things like this. The top paired with Eddie’s favourite little skirt that barely covered her ass and her bra that she had to hide from her mom had him staring, wide eyed and mouth open.

“Fuck baby,” He reached for her, his hands cupping her tits through her shirt. “‘All for me?”

“Of course.” She reached for his face, pulling him down to kiss her again. Rougher and more sloppy this time. Their chests pressed together so he could feel her hardened nipples against his skin.

“What do you wanna do?” He asked, his lips finding her jawline and neck. His breath against the sensitive skin there made her gasp. “We can do whatever you want, even if that's nothing. Or just kiss. I’m cool with it all.”

“Uh- i,um” She hesitated as she pulled away from him, suddenly remembering where she was. Her nerves are building back up again. He sensed her anxiety, his hands reaching down to squeeze her ass, making her smile.

“Look at me,” He whispered. “We can leave if you want.”

“No, no I don't want to leave. I just, um - I mean what do you want to do?” She asked.

“I just want to be here with you. Coming in here was bad ass. It was hot as fuck.” He said, she blushed and looked away from him again. “We can do what we did last time, if you want.” He suggested, the blush on her cheeks growing as she recalled him making her come on his fingers in her dark room, after he had snuck through the window. How he had covered her mouth and shushed her and told her not to wake her parents. How he had kissed her as she came, swallowing her moans and how he had called her a good girl. It had embarrassed her at first, the way he had looked up at the cross on her wall and grinned as she had reached down between them to touch him, asking him to teach her.

“I want to touch you again.” She said, a strange confidence coming over her when she remembered how he had moaned her name and told her how good she was doing, and the face he made when he had spilled into her hand.

“Alright, i-if you’re sure.” He stuttered as she went for his belt. Kissing his cheek as she played with the handcuff shaped belt buckle. Suddenly, a horribly nasty idea came over her.

“Go sit down.” She said, pointing to the first row of pews. The specific one she usually sat on with her mother and siblings on Sundays. He looked confused, breathing out a laugh and opening his mouth to question her.

“Go.” She cut him off before he could ask, smiling as sweetly as she could. “Please.”

“Uh, okay,” He laughed, making his way down the stairs. “But only since you asked so nicely.” He joked as he sat down. He slipped off his jacket and watched her as she made her way down the steps. How beautiful she looked with the candles behind her. His jeans tightened as her tits bounced when she walked. He held out his hands to her, expecting her to climb onto his lap. But held them up, as if surrendering, when she dropped to her knees in front of him.

“Woah,” He said as her hands came to rest on his thighs. His hard bulge is now visible in his already tight jeans. “Now this- this is definitely sinful. Baby, you’re gonna have to walk into the confession box after this, shit.”

He was already worked up from just the thought of her like this, on her knees in front of him. But the fact that this was happening inside a goddamn church, that fact that she was wearing this goddamn outfit and the fact that her goddamn cross necklace she always wore was sitting perfectly between her tits. Fuck, he had dreamed of this. Her nimble fingers came up to his painful erection and began to palm him. Ever so lightly and gently, he had to resist putting his hand over hers and pressing down.

She noticed the way he tensed up and balled his fists when she undid his belt and the fly on his jeans. He pushed his hips up to help her pull them down but stopped her before she could touch him again.

“Shit honey, are you sure? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want too and um- i didn’t fuck, i didn’t bring you here thinking something would happen, i just thought it would be fun and-”

“Shut up.”

His mouth snapped shut at the sound of her voice, doing as he was told.

“I know you didn’t,” She continued, “I never thought you did. I want this Eddie. I want to, I love touching you. I love making you feel good.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this, here? We can go back to my van or even my place if you want. I know i make fun of all this God shit but i know it actually means something to you and i would never-”

“I want to, Ed’s.” She pulled out his achingly hard cock as she spoke. “Are you turning me down?”

“Fuck no. No way, I'm just- I'm just saying.” He stuttered again, suddenly feeling stupid. She was always the one stuttering and whining underneath him, he never expected the tables to turn like this.

“Okay then,” She said, pumping him a few times and observing the way his mouth fell open and his eyes shut. “I think I know what I'm doing, but you’re gonna have to help me. Let me know if I do something wrong.”

An evil idea suddenly popped into her head for the second time that night as she remembered Eddie’s words from earlier.

“Forgive me father,” She said, in the sexiest voice she could muster. Eddie’s head shot up from where it had fallen back onto the seat and his eyes were wide as if he knew what was coming. “For I am going to sin.”

She finished her sentence by wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. He let out a delightful moan, she had never heard him sound like that before. She loved it.

“Holy fuck that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. Oh my god, oh my god. I’m gonna remember that for fucking ever.” He rambled as his hand came to the back of her head, trying his hardest not to tangle his fingers in her hair and push her head down as her tongue swirled around his head. Her free hand pumped along his shaft.

“Just a little more, baby. If you can.” He said, breathless. Now using his hand to apply pressure to the back of her head, but not too much. She could tell he was holding back. She hummed around him as he pushed her softly to take more of his cock.

“Shit, good girl.” He whimpered. That was it, that’s what she loved. And he knew it. She moaned around him, his cock twitched in her mouth and she felt his hand tighten in her hair. He was helping her now, tugging on her hair slightly when she pulled up and pushing her back down again, holding her at the base for a few seconds before letting her come up to breathe.

“Are you okay?” He asked, when she pulled off of him completely and took a few deep breaths.

“Yeah, I just needed a second.” She smiled at him and that alone made him squirm. Her mouth was red and swollen and her eyes were teary and blown out.

“Take your time baby.” He said through gritted teeth as she made her way back down again. His hand hesitantly hovering above her head again. She kissed the tip once before pulling back again and using her hand to jerk him off.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Eddie.”

“Yeah? Shit.” He groaned, “I’m fucking close, Honey. Don’t stop.”

He groaned again when she took him back into her mouth, her hand working what she couldn’t take. He was breathing heavier, quicker now. He looked so gorgeous. His face flushed, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut. His stomach tensing and his hip thrusting and squirming.

“Fuck, i’m gonna come baby. I’m gonna come so fucking hard. Are you sure you want it in your mouth?”

She moaned around him and looked up at him, the best version of a yes she could give him right now. She was enthralled by the way he looked right now. This was a lot more intense than the hand jobs he had taught her to give him. She thought it was funny how unusually quiet he was right now compared to his usual self. His brows furrowed and mouth open. She thought that this was the most beautiful he had ever looked. Here in a fucking church, her church. Nothing but candle and moonlight surrounding him.

She could feel the heat between her own legs growing the longer she looked up at him, the feeling in her stomach that Eddie had just recently made familiar to her beginning to grow almost unbearable. All it takes for him to spill into her mouth is one short glance down at her, the love that remained in her eyes as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. He was a goner.

“Fuck, baby. Oh shit, uh- you’re so fucking perfect. Oh my god.”

His hand that isn’t in her hair is gripping his own thigh to stop himself from pulling her hair too tightly, definitely leaving a mark. Part of her was proud of herself, that she had reduced him to such a mess. Her usually eccentric and confident man was babbling her name and groaning as he came into her mouth. It’s so dirty, she thinks. To be doing this in general, but especially to be doing it here. She kept suckling until he physically pulled her off of him. She swore she heard him whine, but he quickly tried to gather himself.

She giggled as she looked up at him, still on her knees, which had already started to hurt. He joined her in laughing as he grasped her shoulders and helped her up to sit beside him.

“Holy shit.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Did you like it? For real?” She replied, they were both whispering again now.

“Baby, that was the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He smiled, he was still breathing heavily. She reached down to help him buckle his jeans back up.

“We should go.” She mumbled, kissing him again. “We’ve been here long enough.”

“Shit, I never thought I'd say this but I don't wanna leave. This is my new favorite place in the goddamn world.”

#did this suck? I think this might suck #pun not intended #reminder that this is a side blog so if you comment I can't reply without exposing my main <3 #Eddie munson #stranger things #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x female reader #Eddie munson smut #smut

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welcome-to-clouds-cuckooland · 3 months

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about my story, "ryan: sins of the father"!

this is a story about a boy named ryan, finally facing the crimes of his father. for so long he idolized his father, saw him as perfection, but slowly that image will unravel. along the way, he'll unravel himself, as well. can ryan ever forgive himself? can ryan ever be a good person? can ryan be a good brother? can ryan be a good lover? let's find out!

note: this is a multi-fandom fic, where characters will be from and travel to various movies/shows/games. the main characters are undertale aus/headcanons; ryan himself and his brother are sans and papyrus aus respectively, and their father is gaster. they're not meant to be entirely accurate (i mean, for one, it's unlikely that canon sans and papyrus are fallen humans at all.), they've always just been my own interpretations of the characters. with heavy projection. with that in mind, i should also state that this has been in the works since 2015-2016 or so, so it's pretty self-indulgent and cringe but i like it that way!!! i've projected too heavily onto this and i'm constantly brainrotting it so i can't just abandon it!!!

the star of the show, my behated /neg, it's ryan gallagher! the 23 year old manfailure, whose personality i would describe but it's almost 7,000 words long what the fuck ryan!!!! (writing him was a pain holy shit) but to sum it up he's a little messed up lying bitchface (explodes him with my mind) i will insult him a lot but i also projected onto him extremely heavily so idk if that says a lot about me or not. um. it's a semi-joke and it's been long-running that i hate him (i have extremely strong feelings about him /neg) but it's (mostly) not really serious. this guy needs therapy but he's terribly in denial and he is committed to destroying himself and all of his relationships before that happens 🙄 like just stop lying lmao (i am a hypocrite) his backstory is not written yet because. i'm fucking terrified of how long that's going to take and how long it's going to be because i'm planning for all of the stuff that felix and wiley's backstories missed (they're kind of written from their perspective but also not because third person??? idk man) and holy shit. if you thought his personality was bad. or if you thought it wasn't as bad as the trigger warnings made it seem. they're mostly for the backstory. as a sans au he fucking lost it and killed frisk, but that exploded his timeline so he panicked and absorbed the souls, and he's here now ig do not go to his toyhouse i am begging

aaaaa it's him!!!!! felix gallagher!!!! the bestest ever <333 i love him sm /p this is ryan's younger brother, 22 years old and loving life!!! he's optimistic, loves to help, and totally doesn't have any sort of anxieties rooted from his brother manipulating his life!!! (he does) he seems quite confident and independent, but he feels like ryan's babying can undermine his individuality. at the same time, he doesn't like to think such things of his brother, surely ryan knows what's best for him? as a papyrus au, he befriended flowey and gained the courage to fight back against frisk and absorb the seven souls to fix his glitched timeline, but that backfired, so here he is now! felix toyhouse :]

aislinn gallagher, felix and ryan's mother, dearly missed ;-; she may be gone, but her absence has left a void in many a heart, and her short-lived presence in the gallaghers' lives has affected them deeply. visit her in the garden?

this is wiley gallagher, he's 43 years old and i might joke about how much ryan is a terrible person but i'm serious when i say this man is literally AWFUL. like. i'm not kidding. he has not a single redeeming quality and not in the "haha silly" kind of way i mean. i hope literally nobody likes him because actually. what the fuck. i wrote him to be an irredeemable disgusting piece of shit and he's staying that way. there are sympathetic aspects to his story because otherwise it'd be a bit boring y'know but like. straight up. he's not a good person. he's the villain for a reason lmao uhhhh ramble aside he's a scientist who hates his sons and wants to reach the edge of scientific possibility, whether or not that destroys the universe he doesn't really care (great guy). he just wants to be the smartest dick to have ever lived, and hold all of the scientific knowledge ever or something like that. egotistical with an overinflated sense of what he's capable of. writing his backstory actually made me sick like /srs i took "gaster is associated with the devil" and ran with it i'd advise only to go to his toyhouse to send him hate.

so r:sotf was originally not even a multifandom story, it was just an undertale multiverse story, which is why there's such a focus on undertale characters. so here's chara, flowey/asriel, and frisk dreemurr, and the other fallen children (noah, icarus, and madeline)!!! i've never liked how the fandom interprets chara personally, like the whole "chara is an evil demon child" or "chara is abusive and hateful" like. this is a ten year old. what the fuck. like yeah most of the ut fandom especially back then were children but why do children hate children lmao anyway. chara and flowey have issues to work out but they're getting through it!!! i believe in them. read more about my interpretations of chara, flowey/asriel, and frisk on deviantart (since i can't upload them to toyhouse)!!!

meet ginger clair and jacinta bardales, two rivals who are some of the first people that ryan meets once his (dead) timeline kicks him out!! the girlypop and gamer goth girl hate each other oh no :[ the 19 and 20 year olds have a bit of a history with each other and ryan's getting caught between the crossfire ginger is glittery pink mr beast and jacinta is matpat if he was a goth lesbian (i'm so sorry) i'm very normal about women here's pink toyhouse and purple toyhouse yeah

this isn't hello kitty, it's oisin kelly, silly!!! i saw hello kitty goth fashion once and knew that i needed to make an oc that was just. that. and here he is!! ryan meets the 22 year old in the world after ginger and jacinta's, where he also finds felix and flowey. oisin is hiding them from the government!!! yippee! oisin likes baking and cake decorating, and sees a lot of potential in ryan (i don't see it but you do you) and bow's trying to support him which is nice :] not worth it though me when hello kitty on toyhouse????

yes that is the ok ko character base, because edward chen is an ok ko oc!!!! (ok ko is such a silly show you should watch it NOW!!!!) his hero name is multi-magician and this 23 year old is very chill, maybe even stoned. (you know those characters where they're ambiguously high. yeah) yes ryan and felix go to the ok ko universe and there they meet edward who is very cool and just wants to make sure these two sillies don't hurt themselves. (particularly ryan because he's very concerning holy shit) the scar on his face he got from climbing a fence and subsequently falling. he tells a different story every time and he thinks it's cool and funny edward toyhouse be upon ye

last but not least!!! here we have elara samson, from the world of the spectacular spider-man. she's the 18 year old vigilante, who thinks spidey is immature and naive, and they're quite jaded and vengeful in general. sometimes they're on the same side as spidey, sometimes she's against him! just depends on the job. elara toyhouse moment

that's all, folks!! as i said in the beginning of this post, this has been in the works for like. what. 8 years now??? time is such a fucked concept wtf :[ and it's still being worked on!!! can you believe it??? but this is definitely the story i'm most passionate about, and i'm excited to finally be posting about it!! i'd love to see what you guys think :0

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limbobilbo · 9 months

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Cringe lyrics I wrote for some of the ultrakill songs:

The Fire is Gone:

Here I stand

Isolation, the end

Nothing above, nor below

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last,

the fire is gone

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last the fire is gone.

The voices, the screams

The blood and the gore

All silent

The fire is gone

In silence I ponder

Alone with my thoughts

At last, the fire is gone

Mankind is dead

And blood is my curse

At last, the fire is gone.

Hell has gone quiet

I know that for sure.

And at last, the fire is gone.

Take Care (the terminal song):

Everything so loud

Just want to pipe right down

So take a rest now

The Fight for your life

Is causing you strife

So stop

And take a rest now

Weapons and Creatures galore

Gaming and Shopping and more

Keep the lights on

I’ll keep singing this song

So stop

And get some rest now

Screams all around you

In their home they’ve found you

Forget

And take a load off

Rest for a while

You can’t even smile

But I know

Its what youre thinking

All that blood and that gore

Isnt here anymore

Forget all about it

Pay them no mind at all

Let’s have a break now

You’re just a machine

Unable to dream

But I know

You can take a break now

And once you are gone

I’ll stop singing my song

Once more

But then again I know

You’ll come back for one more show

And I’ll be right here

And Ready to cheer

You up

and so

I see you depart

But know in your heart

Or whatever

You have

Inside you

That I am drunk

On the love that I feel

Towards you

And only you

And I know once again

You’ll come back to me and then

I’ll sing me song

And you wont stay for long

But you’ll know

To rest now

Everything so loud

Just want to pipe right down

So take a rest now

Versus:

no matter what

you think you are

no matter what

you think I am

We are the same

[chorus]

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM YOU

YOU ARE ME

WE ARE THE SAME

I AM- (WE ARENT ONE)

[chorus]

What are you

Going to do

I’ll succeed

And you’ll be through

So take your gun

Shoot at me

No you missed

You are not

On par with me

You’ll never be

You’re just a poor

Reflection of me

I will break you

[chorus]

Take your shot

I know you’ll miss again

This is your test

Single Combat

You and me

No holds barred

So step on up and fight

Versus V

What do you think

Will come of this

Break apart

You heap of tin

And then you’ll come back

Try to best me

I kill you one more time

You’re no match for

Im your adversary

Shadow on the wall

A reflection of you

To bring your downfall

[chorus]

Everything you do

You do poorly

Even following my lead

You’ll just mess up again

YOU DISGUST ME

[chorus]

Your plan

Is just a charade

No matter what you do

We’ll still be caged

So try again you pathetic construct

The only way you’ll best me is through luck

Im your foe

your greatest adversary

Now die for V!

Divine intervention (Gabriel act 1):

Everything before

Faced beyond that door

Was just a test

Infernal Machine

Slumber in eternal rest

Father

In your light I walk

Before me it glows

Grant me thy strength

To vanquish this foe

Pray to god

And hope that he

Chooses to forgive

Your trespasses

Upon this ground

If not

Then I

Shall rend thy flesh

Bow before

The Father above

Grant me strength

Grant me that my work

May be simple and clean

Make your last stand you foul machine

I am in gods light

Following order

Grant me this fight

Nothing matters before now

Now face The might

Of an angel!

Nothing matters before now

Now face The might

Of an angel!

Damned machine

Being of steel

Mankind is dead

Blood is not yours to steal

Blade in hand and

Faith in heart

Let will be done

Now that would be smart

Everything around me is

Quaking in its death throes

Blood and Gore

Everything around me is

Quaking in its death throes

Red and Black

Feel my blade

Rend thy flesh

Fall into darkness

Return and then Depart.

Altars of Apostasy:

Heresy

Apostasy

Blasphemy

Burn now

Heresy

Apostasy

Blasphemy

Oh lord

Burn in the fires of hell

Repent all your sins

Your soul is damned

Pray for forgiveness

Oh lord

Grant me strength

And mercy

Oh God

Forgive me

Oh lord

Oh happy day

Save me

Please lord

Is there no end

To this

Oh please

Save me

Dear lord

Help me

Please

Death of God’s will (gabriel act 2):

(I didnt do this one in full only got a bit)

My mind is clear now

All around me, red and black

Blood and hatred galore

I see the truth now

Call me apostate

Now face my sword or bow down

I am in hatred now

This is thy fate

Die beneath my blade!

#196 #196 campfire #ultrakill #ultrakill soundtrack #ultrakill lyrics #lyrics to songs without lyrics #these are probably shit

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iftitah · 1 year

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where are u bb did u sleep all day or catch up with friends and bcg all day or study all day why do i know nothing about your day this is unacceptable and homophobic

you're asking about my day after ages so okay i arr8ved hostel at 8:15 the train was running late it was scheduled for 6:50 and the station was so fucking huge to walk out with our heavy suitcases omg and then we had classes from 9 am so everything was not slow motion love potion actually very opposite then i had 11 to 1 free but i had clothes to wash and this girl called for gossiping and she won't cut off call then i had osteology practicals and the professor is literally so hot you wouldn't believe ive never been attracted to teachers but damn he's so railable yk then we fucking had to shift hostels because we were living in post graduate girls hostel until now so now we had to rush and pack and carry all our stuff to the other hostel for which a bus came in two rounds and then we reached this new room and we arranged it. we as in three of us now in a room it's a little small to accommodate and we hate it as well but okay. then because of shifting we were allowed to roam free in campus late which we can't because hostel timings are 6 pm so we were taking a walk and bcg came and damn im sorry for my language father forgive me for the sins ive wanted to commit and thoughts thunk but he looked so fucking hot like so smexy words aren't enough he has never looked this perfect under nightlights and moon right above him omg omg thank god for the long fucking tiring day because at the end i get to see him and it's enough remedy wow i sound so cringe but obviously im in my cringe girl era what can you do about it and so now we're almost arranged properly in room and im writing this. today felt like two weeks together anyways ive such a busy day tomorrow i won't have enough sleep but let's see also what about you how are you lady twinkle what's up tell me about your day

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meetmeinthemeadowmylove · 2 years

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Regrets. 6/22/22

Since I cant talk to him, I’m going to write. I’m going to get my thoughts out here instead of doing something I'll regret. Maybe in 10 years, when all of this is past us, I’ll show him this. For now, this is only for me.

He seemed impossible when I first met him, not because I couldn’t poke my way through his shell and meet the real him, but because I just didn’t have the energy to after my last relationship. I told him in the beginning that people are formulaic and archetypical, and I knew which archetype he fit into. I already had him figured out, and I also figured out that I didn’t care to prove myself right. Or at least, I thought I didn’t care. He was so resistant. He was certain he was different. He was certain he'd never let anyone in again. I wanted to leave him be, let him sit there a few years and realize I was right. I should have. I should have just left him alone, but there was something there. A draw. A pull. I knew he was just hurt even then. I knew he was no monster, just a wounded boy. I knew there was something underneath the pain him kept himself trapped in. So I chased. I let him hurt me. I let him use me. I chased because I saw something in him, and it called to me like a siren.

We got through it in the end. We got through him using me. We got through him leading on other girls for validation. We got in a committed relationships. Had the cute texts I wanted and the sweet dates. The memories of how he used me hurt me for months and months and I took that out on him, but we did get through it. After his walls came down and he allowed himself to love me, I met the real him that I knew was waiting underneath.

That real him was stunning. He blinded me. He was everything I fantasized about towards the end of my last relationship. Patient. Open. Forgiving. Affectionate. Passionate. He was what I thought was impossible. When I set out to take down his walls and know him, really know him, I expected to find a clueless boy underneath with good intentions but no sense of direction. I was right in some ways. I was right about the good intentions. The rest I was wrong about. He was so brilliant, so eager to learn, so willing to take in different perspectives and ideas. I felt so listened to, so loved. He was affectionate in the way I needed affection. He wanted to spend every moment of every day with me, and I could not be happier to oblige. His love was everything I wanted, and I took it for granted.

I wish I realized that before it was too late. I wish I still had time to correct the course of our relationship. I was too angry, too wounded from my last relationship and too upset by being slighted by him in the beginning. Of course, there were incidents with other girls. That was to be expected. It was a new relationship between two young people. They were small betrayals, but when I went to my friends for advice, they planted ideas in my head. I don’t blame them. They all had their own experiences, their own heartbreaks. They wanted the best for me. It’s my fault for applying their opinions to our situation. I tore at him for all his little sins. They were small, really, but I didn’t care. Despite how much I loved his love, I told him he wasn't capable of it because he hurt my pride. (I regret that so deeply. I should have never tried to convince him he wasn't capable of love. His love is the best thing about him.) Then I tried to control him, because I am my fathers daughter, and the only love he ever showed me was control. I told him I knew the greater good, I knew what was best for him. I tried holding his hands in mine to guide him, and even though he allowed it, in my anger and trauma my hands became manacles around his wrists. In trying to control him, I lost control of myself. I let my decisions be informed by my trauma and fears and nothing else.

I was afraid he would leave me, so I broke up with him over and over again to see if he would fight for me. It makes me cringe just to type out. I’m so sorry. That was monstrous of me, and I have no excuses. I couldn’t ask for reassurance. I’ve always been taught that asking for anything was weakness. So I extracted it from him instead. I hurt him to look for reactions. I left him in hopes he'd chase me. He did. He did every time. But I was never satisfied. My manipulation was never enough for me. How could it be? I was being abusive. I was being unhealthy. That can never fulfill a person, but I tried. I knew his biggest fear was being abandoned, and I abandoned him—all to convince myself he wouldn’t leave me when he wasn't going to in the first place. I should have just asked for reassurance. I should have just communicated my fears.

My ex did the same thing to me. The exact same thing. I hated it. I resented it. It terrified me. I wish I had 5 minutes, just 5 minutes to tell him I'm sorry. I regret so much. I regret letting my ex back into my life and adopting his methods. I regret not finding a more helpful therapist. I regret letting my trauma make my decisions for me. I regret hurting him. I regret my choices. I regret it so much.

I hurt the kindest boy I've ever met. I hurt the man that changed my mind about men. I wish there was anything I could do. Anything at all. I miss him so much. I love him more than anything. I had the love I'd always wanted, and all I did was twist and corrupt it until I became the mirror image of the people who abused me.

I didn't break the cycle. I didn't break the cycle. I didn't break the fucking cycle. I was abused, and I abused in turn. I abused the kindest, gentlest, most brilliant person I ever met. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. All I can do now is pray that he does. I hope every day that he does what I couldn't.

I know he can. I know he has what I don't. He has strength.

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letterstotheflre · 3 years

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forgive me, father, for i have sinned

summary: your mother takes you to see father lupin to help with the strange thoughts and urges you've been having

warnings: sacrilegeous, religious themes, possible religious innacuracies, implied demon posession (??? lmao), manipulation, power imbalance, dubcon (from previously stated manipulation), loss of virginity, very innocent reader, (rough) oral sex, remus is kinda mean :(

THIS IS A DARK FIC. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY

18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT

word count: 3.7k

a/n: tumblr deleted this fic the first time i posted. i was (still am, actually) really sad about it, i'm just posting it so people can still read it (and also so they'll kinda stop pestering me about it lol). if you could show it the same love you showed to it the first time, it'd be greatly appreciated :)

The air is cold, the marble floors and stone columns not letting any warmth remain in the building.

Not that you deserve it.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you sit next to your mother in the church pews, waiting for James to finish talking with the priest. You keep your head down, too ashamed to look up to the carved figure of your saviour in front of you, and your mother’s hand squeezes yours, her nails digging themselves on your skin, but you don’t complain. It’s not punishment enough.

“Don’t worry, honey,” her sweet voice says. “Father Lupin will help you repent, and He’ll forgive you. You know what Euphemia says about him; he’s the best Father this church has had in years. He’s helped Jamie so much, too.”

You gulp nervously. “I’m scared, mom.”

Her dainty fingers gently grab your chin so you can look up to her. “Everything will be alright,” she coos at you.

A soft patter of shoes hitting marble catches your attention, and you turn your head to the left. Tall and proud as ever, James makes his way down the left wing of the church, and you quickly rise to your feet, scrambling to meet him halfway.

When you reach him he takes your hand, his big ones cradling your much smaller one. “He’s waiting for you,” he whispers.

Nerves that you didn’t know you still had left inside you rise. “Thank you for trying to help me, James,” you say. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess, I didn’t know it would end like this.”

He shushes you, one hand now cupping your face and resting his forehead against yours. Your noses touch. “It’s not your fault,” he assures you. “That—that thing inside you… none of us could’ve known. But Father Lupin will help you, he knows what he’s doing.”

You shiver at his word choice. Thing .

“I’m so sorry,” you cry softly. James envelops you in a hug, your shoulders shaking as he cages you in between his arms.

He lets you cry it out, even though he can feel his shirt getting a little wet, and he knows Remus must be getting impatient. He rubs your back and pets your hair until you calm down, and once you step away from his embrace, he brushes your tears away.

“Everything will be fine,” he reassures one last time, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Then, he walks away, leaving you standing alone in the hallway. A mosaic of the Virgin Mary holding her baby looks down on you, and you shiver.

On shaky legs, you make your way to the confessional. The silhouette of Father Lupin is visible through the latticed partition. You sink to your knees, the wood of the step digging itself on your skin, but you keep quiet.

This is barely the start of your repentance.

You take a deep breath. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” you exhale.

“Tell me what it is you ask forgiveness for, my dear.” His voice is rich and deep, more melodious than the hymns the choir sings.

“It’s— my— I,” you’re too nervous to confess your sins, scared that once the truth comes out, your church will turn its back on you.

“I’m not here to judge you,” he reminds you.

You cringe and close your eyes. “I’ve been having… unholy thoughts.”

“What kind of thoughts?”

You can see a tuft of chocolate brown hair through the partition, so you decide to focus on that. “Sexual thoughts, Father,” you say apologetically.

Father Lupin hums, but you can see a slight tenseness in his posture. “Just thoughts?” You stay silent. “I cannot help you if you don’t tell me the truth,” he says.

“It’s too shameful to say, Father,” you quiver.

“Nothing could ever be so. You can trust that I will do whatever it is necessary to help you. Trust me .”

You consider. You don’t really know him, this being one of the few times you’ve spoken to him, but you can’t help but believe him. After all, he is James’s mentor, and his family can only sing his praises. Your mother wouldn’t let you be so vulnerable with someone you couldn’t lean on, so you open your mouth and the truth spills out. “I’ve had… urges. Strange feelings inside me that I couldn’t get rid of on my own. I asked James, your altar boy, for help but— but he couldn’t help me. I’m so sorry, Father, I tried to corrupt one of your servants, but I didn’t know . Please, forgive me. I am truly sorry for all my sins.”

Father Lupin doesn’t speak for a few seconds, but when he does, his voice is stern. “I’m afraid that this is not something you can be so easily forgiven for.”

Your heart stops beating for a second, tears in your eyes the moment he finishes uttering those dreaded words. “Father, please, I’m so sorry. Is there really nothing I can do to apologize to Him? I’ll do anything, Father, anything .”

“Your situation is truly unconventional, but the Lord has granted me extensive knowledge that allows me to purify you for His forgiveness.” The door of the confessional opens and a beautiful man steps out. He takes off his cassock, revealing grey slacks and a white button-up that hugs his shoulders perfectly. The strange feeling is back, a humming rising in your veins when you see his tense posture as he scans your face. “Follow me,” he orders.

You rise quickly, stumbling a little from the ache on your knees. Father Lupin walks quickly down the hallway and up the short steps that lead to another hallway with many doors next to the altar. You’ve never been on this side of the church, and you scan the area with interest.

There’s a room full of books— Bibles and other religious books if you had to guess. The door to another room is closed, and you turn to the right as Father Lupin steps into what seems to be an office. Once you’re both inside, he locks it and walks to the barren desk, sitting on the cushioned chair. He gestures for you to the same on the other side. “He tried to take it out himself, didn’t he?”

“I’m sorry?”

“James. Instead of forcing it out, he tried to take it out himself. He used his tongue, didn’t he?” When you nod, Father Lupin tsks. “He still has so much to learn. Don’t worry, I know exactly how to fix you.” He stands up and stalks towards you, almost like a beast hunting its prey. “But first, you must repent, show your saviour you are sorry for your indiscretion with my altar boy. Get on your knees.”

You have to crane your neck to look him in the eye. “What do you mean, Father?”

“In order for the creature to leave your body, you must be clean of all sins. Given the abhorrent nature of your sin, I’m afraid a normal penance won’t be sufficient. But don’t fret, my dear,” his hand cups your face, and a sense of comfort washes over you. “If you repent to a holy man, blessed by the word of God, then the mark of the Devil will be washed away, and you’ll be clean once more.”

The way he speaks to you, with so much knowledge, hypnotizes you. You stare into his eyes, resembling the greenery of the Garden of Eden. It’s almost like you have no control over your body, and suddenly you find yourself kneeling on the hardwood floor, your hands resting on your thighs as you wait for further instruction.

Your head, which was previously bowed down obediently, rises when you hear a clinking sound. You watch, confused, as Father Lupin undoes his belt and unbuttons his slacks. He doesn’t look at you as he takes everything off, including his underwear. Quickly, you cover your eyes as your face heats up. “Father! What are you doing?”

Calloused palms cover your hands as he uncovers your eyes, but you keep them closed. “ Look at me ,” he hisses. “If you had the nerve to let my altar boy sink his tongue inside you, you could at least look at a holy man in the eye as you repent.”

You cower at his tone, no longer warm and inviting. But, deep down, you know he is right. If this was the only way you could apologize to God and have that… thing taken out of you, then you would do it. Father Lupin knows what he’s doing , you recall James telling you just before you entered the confessional.

Slowly, you open your eyes, coming face to face with what your college friends constantly refer to as a “cock”. But you’re not sure if this one fits their descriptions. Hours of listening to them complain about how small, not thick enough, ugly or foul-tasting they were tainted your expectations. But Father Lupin was not short by any means. In fact, you’re pretty sure your girlfriends, who were much more experienced than you in this area, would faint at the sight of him. There’s a few veins all over it, the tip a faded red that would get darker the longer you looked at your priest with those wide, fascinated eyes.

Father Lupin grabs you by the back of your head, holding your hair tightly. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” You do as he says, a smirk playing on his lips. “Lick it until it’s hard. You have to work for His forgiveness.”

Hesitantly, you lick a little at his tip, feeling something salty stick to your taste buds. When you hear Father Lupin groan lowly, you decide to move your tongue down to the base, your eyes still focused on his face.

You repeat your movements for a few minutes, even licking his balls when Father Lupin told you so until his dick stands tall. You close your mouth and wait for further instructions, only to receive a “Keep your mouth open” from the priest before you’re suddenly pulled forward by the hair and his cock is forced down your mouth. Your noises of surprise and discomfort are muffled by his tip hitting the back of your throat, turning them into choking and gagging sounds. Despite his rough treatment, you can’t deny the way your underwear gets considerably wetter, and you have to clench your thighs to keep the strange feeling inside you at bay.

Your hands start to flail around, hitting his thighs as your eyes water to the point you have tear tracks on your cheeks. Father Lupin pushes your head down and keeps you still, relishing in the way your chest heaves as you struggle to give your lungs their much-needed oxygen. When he’s sure that you’ll pass out if he keeps up, he pushes you off, watching with dark fascination as you pant and sputter noisily, copious amounts of spit dribbling down your chin and onto your pink polo shirt.

He tsks, annoyed, and takes it off you. “You stupid thing, you’ll get it all dirty,” he scolds as he throws it against his chair.

You blink repeatedly, trying to form words. “S-sorry,” you croak out, your voice broken from the abuse your throat just endured.

When you’ve calmed down a little, the preacher takes a hold of your hair once more, and you can’t help but whimper. “I won’t be able to help you until you make me cum. It’s the only way your soul will be clean of your sin.”

And with that he’s forcing himself down your throat again, his hips no longer remaining still. He thrusts into you while at the same time he pushes you up and down his cock. Your jaw and knees ache, but you can’t even complain because, after a few more thrusts, you feel something warm and thick hit the back of your throat. The previously stoic man groans and snarls as he shoots his load inside your mouth, “Take it all, swallow it down like a good girl,” he grunts.

You don’t have much of a choice, seeing as your mouth is still full of his cock, so you swallow everything he gives you with a strange sort of grimace on your face. Once he knows there’s nothing else to give you, for now, he slides out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe once more.

If you thought he’d give you some respite, you were wrong. He grabs you by the arms and places you on top of his desk, then bunches up your pleated skirt and spreads your legs. You gasp when you feel his finger on your clothed sex. “I can see the creature is still inside you,” he chuckles. “Look at how wet you are, aren’t you ashamed?”

You look at him wide-eyed, nodding your head dumbly. The priest curls his lip in disdain, pressing down on your clit as he starts to rub circles on it. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer,” he snarls.

The friction of the cotton cloth against your heated core is so good you have to force yourself to think. “Yes, Father,” you breathe out.

Father Lupin pulls your underwear aside, using his tongue to flick your already swelling button while his finger circles your hole teasingly. “Don’t worry, little dove. It’s a good thing you can still feel shame, it means the Devil hasn’t corrupted you completely.”

Slowly, he pushes one long finger inside you. The intrusion is so foreign to you that your face scrunches up in pain, a small whimper falling from your mouth. The priest keeps playing with your clit, sucking on it to distract you from the painful experience. “F-father,” you gasp. “It hurts.”

“Good,” he grunts against your pussy, slurping on it before raising his head to look at you, his finger still moving in and out of you. “If it hurts it means the creature is being forced out.”

Reassured that everything was okay, you try to relax; the dexterous way he plays with you allows the pain to turn into pleasure quite easily. He sucks on your clit, moving his tongue around and letting his pearly whites graze your burning flesh. He adds another finger and you mewl, your legs shaking when he curls them perfectly, hitting spots inside you that make you see stars. He even scissors them, making sure you’ll be able to take him with ease.

He can feel some of your wetness make its way down his wrist, and he smirks in satisfaction.

Your hips roll against his face and hand in a broken rhythm. “Father, I feel strange. S-something inside me… it feels like it’s about to snap.”

“Just let it happen, dove,” the beautiful man kneeling in front of you says. With his permission, you allow the coil inside you to break, a loud moan ripping out from your throat when he pushes his fingers deep inside you. Your inner walls cling to them, keeping them snug inside you as you experience your first orgasm ever. You’ve never felt this way before, so light and at ease, your mind quiet for the first time in days.

Wet fingers clutching your chin bring you back to the present, your dazed eyes looking into those green ones. “Come back to me, we’re almost finished,” he speaks softly, his tone resembling the one he used at first during your confession. A part of you, the one that was afraid he would still scorn you after this, settles when you hear him talk to you like this.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Father Lupin asks, pushing his cock between your soaked folds to coat it, your spit having already dried off a little.

“Yes, no one’s ever touched me,” you say, moaning when the tip of his cock taps your clit.

He finally pushes inside you slowly, groaning at how warm and tight you are. You hiss, your back arching from the very painful burn. He begins rocking against you, not letting you adjust to his size, “No one except me,” he grunts. “And that’s how it’ll remain, is that clear? No one but the holiest of men will ever touch you, only James if I give you permission to let him.”

Your mouth hangs open, feeling like he’s quite literally splitting you in half. A rough hand squeezing your throat makes you gasp, your back no longer resting on the wood surface. “I said, am I clear ?” Father Lupin snarls right in your face, his eyes no longer green but rather jet black.

“Only you, Father, only you,” you manage to squeak out, falling on your back once more when he lets go of your neck. Splinters get caught on your naked shoulder blades as your body moves against the table, the crash of the priest’s hips moving you in tandem with him.

At your words, his pace quickens even more, your nails grasping his arms and digging little crescent moons on the skin. Small red rivers drip down to his elbow, a pleasured hiss reaching your stuffed ears.

“Y’re so fucking tight ,” he groans. “At least I know you’re not a liar.”

Your breasts spill out of the bralette you’re wearing from all the movement, a downright filthy moan ripping from your throat when he pinches your nipples and tweaks them around. The previous feeling is back, the one that makes your stomach tighten while it also begs for you to let go.

You grab your priest’s wrist, hazy eyes looking into his as your mouth falls open. “Father,” you manage to get out through moans, completely delirious. “It’s going to happen again. Oh God, it’s going to happen again!”

He leans over you, caging you in between his arms as his still clothed chest. “Let it out, dove,” he coos at you. He feels you squeezing the life out of him as your walls flutter around his cock, and he sees your eyes falling close as your sounds get louder, “That’s it, good girl, making a mess on my cock.”

You shake as you feel the waves of pleasure wash over you, your nerve endings sensitive to the smallest touch. You whine when you feel Lupin’s hands hold your waist tightly as he pounds into you, snarling. “You’re gonna let me fill this filthy cunt? Gonna let my seed clean you from the inside?”

Your mind is so fuzzy that it’s impossible for you to understand the depth of his statement. “Yes,” you say breathily.

With a deep grunt, Father Luping sheathes himself completely until his tip hits your cervix, making you tremble from the overwhelming sensation. He groans as he paints your insides with his cum, rocking back and forth slowly to help him ride it out.

With a deep breath, he pulls out of you, making you whine. He watches as his cum drips from your quivering hole, using his thumb to scoop some of it. Standing straight, he looks at your spent form, sweaty and completely dishevelled from his manipulation.

He begins the prayer of Absolution, and you listen to him with rapt attention. Once he’s done, he signals for you to open your mouth, feeding you his cum covered thumb like it was the communion wafer.

You lick it clean, humming at the taste. “ Amen ,” you say.

With a dark smirk on his lips, he plays with your bottom lip. “Give thanks to the Lord for he is good.”

“His mercy endures forever,” you respond.

Father Lupin helps you sit up straight, aiding you in getting dressed since your limbs feel like lead. He pulls down your shirt, tucking it inside your skirt. “Your sins are forgiven. Go in peace.”

With a deep and shaky inhale, you end the confession. “Thanks to be God.”

You stay silent for a few minutes, looking into each other’s eyes. “It will come back,” Father Lupin finally says while tugging your underwear back on. “But this time, we know how to fight back. I want you to come to me whenever you feel these urges. It’s better to fight them once they start than to let them stew, otherwise, they’ll grow stronger until they take over you. But only come to me , no one else can help you as I can. Do you understand?” He makes sure to slap your clothed and sensitive pussy once more, to make sure his point is made.

“Yes, Father,” you gasp.

“Good girl. I can see the demon is gone for now.” He sits back on his chair, relaxed but somehow remaining the image of sternness. “Remember to pray a full rosary before you leave.”

You get down from his desk, making sure your skirt covers everything it should. Hesitantly, you lean forward to kiss him on the cheek, “Thank you so much for your help, Father.”

You leave the office and walk back to the pews where your mother remains sat as she clings to her rosary. When you reach her, she looks at you with wide eyes. You reach for her hand, “It’s okay. Father Lupin has gotten rid of it, and he said I had to say a prayer for each bead of the rosary and my penance was done.”

Your mother gasps, tears in her eyes and her lip wobbles a little as she kisses your cheek. She gives you her rosary, the red beads infused with a rose fragrance, then gets on her feet. “It took so long! I was so worried you had been lost,” she pets your head. “I have to thank him,” she says as she stands, clutching her chest.

When she’s gone, you sink to your knees once more, the pain barely there this time. Your fingers hold the first bead as your other hand does sign the cross, and you close your eyes. The moment you begin your prayer, a thick pearly drop drips down the inside of your thigh.

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tinaotaku · 2 years

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Oh my that needs to be a fanfic where reader gets abused by her father (Muzan) and then gets revenge by finding the blue spider lily and conquering the sun! Omgggg

By the way your writing is beautiful!

Note: OMG YAAAAS. Nice idea :D btw thank you *blushes*

(T/W!! 4buse, and stuff! If y'all aren't comfortable with this, I suggest you guys to leave)

"Stupid child!" Muzan yelled as he stomped his foot on my stomach. A huge glop of blood went out of my mouth as I tried my best to hold my scream. "How dare you ruin my experiment?! I worked hard for that, and it's gone now! How do you think you can repay me for your sins?!" More stressful screams came out of my mouth.

"Forgive me, father! Forgive me! It was my mistake. I'll make sure t-to stay away from your lab! AAAAA-"

"Shut the hell up, you stupid bitch! Cursed you for living in this world! I should've known to kill you the moment you came out!" Muzan screamed for the last time before he kicked my body away. His face was red with anger, and I could see his veins under that pale skin. As hard as I could, I tried opening my bloody eyes, reaching my arm to his legs.

"F-father. I a-apologize. Please, please do not get upset..." I whimpered, probably looking really hideous right now. My vision quickly blurred, but I will never forget his hateful glare towards my body. Not long after that, my eyes closed, as well as my heart and empathy to him.

***

How many years ago was it? I don't know. (If yall know those references then, hello :D) But I intend to find the Blue Spider Lily. If I found the Blue Spider Lily and gave it to him, would he be happy and treat me as his daughter? Similar thoughts quickly came to my mind.

He will, won't he?

I shooked my head and slapped my skinny cheek. Of course, he won't. Stop thinking stupid things, Kibutsuji (Y/n). He isn't worth your time anymore. You've done enough to please him. If he doesn't want to acknowledge your own effort and work, then you should leave his pathetic self and move the hell on. Now, where am I?

I looked around and found myself in a small village. There are not many people here. I can feel some humans sleeping in their own house and some walking from a nearby forest.

"Have you heard about this flower? It is a rare flower that only blooms 2-3 days a year! Not only that, but it also blooms during the day! How much money do you think we can get from selling this weird blue flower?" A voice not far away from me was heard. My eyes widened as I felt like I knew what they were talking about.

Rare flower...

Blooms 2-3 days a year...

Blooms during the day...

Weird blue flower...

All of that words connect to the Blue Spider Lily! After decades of torture and abuse, I finally found the flower Muzan wanted for so long! I turned my back and went back inside the forest. This time, you decided to get that flower.

With force or not~

***

"What should I do with this flower?" I asked myself/ After a few minutes of 'negotiation' and 'agreement': I finally got the flower. I stacked their corpse on top of each other and sat on top of it. Looking at the flower on my hand, I mumbled, "So, should I eat it, or do I need to conduct those stupid experiments as he did?"

Noticing the sky is getting lighter, and I have nothing to lose, I bit into the petals and cringed at its bitter taste. This is a rare flower, and I expect nothing from this. I ate all of the petals and made sure to eat the stem. Though I hate the bitter taste, I swallowed them all.

Now, what? Should I wait-

A scream was soon heard echoing through the forest.

Yep, that's me.

And you guys won't believe what happened.

***

"It's been a long time, isn't dad?"

Muzan gasped as he saw me. "(Y/n)... what are you doing here? I-I thought you were dead," Tears threatened to fall down from his eyes. "You shouldn't be here, (Y/n). I'll make sure Nakime will bring you to the fortress safely. We have a lot to talk about,"

He started to walk in my direction. His eyes never left mine as he reached his arms, trying to get closer to me. I could see tons of emotions in his eyes.

Anger, sadness, guilt, and regret.

Why are you feeling this, dad? You never felt this before, right? And why are you doing this now? Especially after I swore to them that I would end this myself. You played a big part in my life... and I need to kill you.

For them, of course.

Yes, this is for them.

Totally not for my mental health.

I pulled out my sword while he opened his mouth, trying to grasp what he was seeing right now. He stopped in his track. "Muzan, it's been too long," I said with a raspy and unconfident voice. "I'm afraid this will be our encounter as I am no longer an ordinary demon,"

"What do you mean an ordinary demon?" Muzan asked, finally going back to Earth. "In my eyes, you are nothing but perfection, so please, go back to my arms. I'll make sure to end this, and we'll be happy!"

I bit my lips as I said, "Are you sure that we're going to be happy?"

"Yes!"

"... I doubt that, Muzan,"

"What- stop calling me Muzan. Go back to what you did before and call me Dad-"

"This isn't the time for dealing with small details! What I wanted to say is you had your chance, and I had had enough of your tactics! Enough with the bullshit, I'm going to kill you right here!"

With that being said, the war had begun.

***

"I'm happy right now, (Y/n),"

"Me too, Muzan,"

"Call me Dad, (Y/n),"

"Never again. I don't like that word so stop,"

"Hahaha... I can't believe I'm going to die in my daughter's hands,"

"Yes, you will,"

"..."

"The sun is almost up,"

"Yes, I can see that,"

"Aren't you going to leave me under the sun and go back to hide? You knew that demons would die under the sunlight, right?"

"Yes, I knew that, dad,"

Muzan couldn't believe his eyes. He saw countless things in his life, and he swore that seeing his daughter smiling under the sun was one of the prettiest things in this world.

Wait... his daughter UNDER the sunlight?

"How-" Muzan realizes what is happening in front of him.

"I found the flower, dad. Are you proud of me now? I finally achieved your dream, which is to walk under the sun," You asked with a sickly sweet smile.

After all of the torture, seeing your shocked dad's face was worth it.

Then, he was gone.

#muzan x reader #muzan #demon slayer #kibutsuji muzan #kny #muzan-kibutsuji-x-reader #muzan x daughter reader #demon #xreader #x demon reader

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bi-disaster-artist · 2 years

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Don’t Get Too High and Mighty, Preacher

Eli Sunday x Reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: religion, religious trauma, language, boot worship, exhibitionism

A/N: this is also up on AO3, I am Teeny_Fluff on there, I promise this is mine lol. That being said, have fun fellow sinners :)

You stood in the doorway of the church, listening in on the sermon. The preacher spat his words out to the feverish crowd, begging God for their forgiveness. You’d seen him “throwing the spirit of the devil” out of an old woman’s hands once, a while back.

His shrill voice made you cringe. It wasn’t like he held any different feelings for you. You hated his pushy behavior, constantly trying to convince the poor people of Little Boston to join his church, join his sermons.

Eli Sunday was the bane of your existence, and you his.

Staring at him as he gestured wildly, loudly asking the crowd if there was a sinner who wanted to be cleansed of their sins, you raised your hand high.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw your arm, raised up high above your head. “Well, then! Thank you, thank you for giving yourself this opportunity,” he smiled, without kindness or sincerity.

Your boots thudded as you strode up to the platform, right into the glow of the cross above it. Eli’s smile never faded as he touched your hand, grasping it to raise once again.

“This brave one has volunteered to cleanse themselves in front of our lord!” His loud words made you flinch, but you stood still. Up until he got into your face.

“Now what sins would you like to confess and be clean of, friend?” Slimy prick. You moved back a tiny bit, tilting your head and giving him a saccharine smile.

“I am confessing to the sin of being a voyeur, Eli,” came your measured response, as he fell into your own little trap. His green eyes opened wide as he dropped your arm to spread his own.

“Go on then! Say ‘I am sorry lord, for being a sinner!’!”

Your voice cracked on the first word.

“I am sorry lord for being a sinner.”

“Louder!”

“I am sorry, my lord, for being a sinner!”

Eli lit up as you flushed, his breath coming fast and quick as he got worked up.

“Good. Now what was your sin?”

Your face split into a grin.

“I am a voyeur, but not of my own volition! I stopped by the church last week to ask for some godly advice, and I stumbled upon Father Sunday. In the pews.”

Silence. Your grin got sharper as you turned to Eli.

“I saw Father Eli engaging in sin. I saw Father Eli engaging in the sins of the flesh. In the sin of lust.”

Your words rang out over the stunned congregation as Eli began hyperventilating. You touched him on the shoulder, gently, as he looked at you in confusion before you shoved him to the ground.

“Now that’s not very holy, is it. Preacher.”

His pathetic gasps for you to stop talking were drowned out by your soft voice ringing in everyone’s ears. He sat kneeled at your feet, hands clasped in a silent prayer as you knelt to touch his face.

“You are the one who tells all of these good, holy people here, that they will be punished by God if they engage in the sins of the mortal flesh, yes? And here you are, below me, having committed a sin of the flesh, and not stopping despite having seen me.”

His face blanched, but you saw a tightening in his trousers. How pathetic.

“No, you, Father Eli, kept going as you saw me in the window. Now you say it. Sinner.”

His eyes filled with tears as he shook his head, whimpering like a dog.

“No, no, no, I can’t, I can’t, you can’t make me!” He wailed, grasping at your trousers.

You kicked at him, causing the whining man to sprawl onto his own church’s floor.

“Yes I can, Eli Sunday.” You grabbed his hair and dragged him upright, forcing him to look at his shocked people.

“Look at your flock, my dear friend of God. Look at how they stare at you, you pathetic, meek, insolent child.” You threw him down again, hearing a thud and a groan, then standing back up.

“Now, my dear servant of the Lord, repent for your sins. Confess your blasphemy.” The words that came from your mouth were calm, quiet. Everyone was staring at you, and him.

“I- I cannot-!“ he shrieked, then coughed as you slapped him across the face.

“Try again. ‘Oh Heavenly Father, please accept my confession. I am a sinner.’ Like that, Eli,” you teased him, relishing in his suffering.

His tears were starting to drip onto the wood, staining it. You wanted to take his face in your hands and lick them, just to taste his misery. Another day. Today you would be satisfied by his humiliation.

He mumbled what sounded like words, and you sighed, yanking his head back and slapping him again.

“Louder, Eli!! Your flock can’t hear you with your head down!” You looked up at the ceiling, forcing his head up as well. “God can't hear you!”

“Oh Heavenly Father, I am a sinner!” His voice broke as he sobbed into your pants, finger gripping the fabric uselessly. “Oh Heavenly Father, I am a sinner of the flesh! Please forgive me,” he cried out to whoever was listening, you, the congregation, God.

The stunned quiet was broken by his quiet crying into your leg, and your patronizing shushes as you brushed his hair.

“Now that wasn’t too hard, now was it, preacher?”

The formerly energetic and proud man sat slumped beneath you, breath coming in short, hot pants. You noticed the tent in his trouser hadn’t gone down, and smirked. Your own trousers stretched over your knees as you crouched down to his level.

Repeating your question in a stern voice, you lifted his head again, digging your fingers into his soft brown hair.

He whimpered pitifully and opened his mouth.

“N- no.. no. Please..”

You cocked your head as your free hand grazed his jaw, tilting his head up to look you in the eye. His pupils were blown, there was barely any green left. He was enjoying this.

Your boot nudged into the space between his legs as you stood once more, pressing down on his crotch while you spoke.

“Here is your preacher, your prophet, your voice of the lord on earth, cowering below me. This is just a man,” your voice echoed through the holy room, bouncing off the walls, scorning Eli as he tried to shift his hips.

You pressed down harder and he squeaked, yelping like a little bird.

“I am more holy than thou, preacher. I have come from dirt and am able to make you cower below me like a common dog.” You patted his head as he tried to subtly move his erection into the only source of friction he could get, while also trying to move away from you. Pathetic paradox.

You scoffed and looked at the crowd, mouth set into a hard line. “What say you about his lies? What say you about his deceit of his flock, of you?”

Most of their faces were blanched, pale as ghosts. Some stood and left, the sight of their “prophet” left kneeling below someone too much to handle. Maybe they’d return in a week, just to see what has become of him.

“Well, then. I’d say this Sunday’s meeting has come to a close. May the lord give you all safe travels. Amen.” Your cold gaze slid down to Eli, as more people turned to leave, his tear streaked face stayed hidden in your leg, hips moving up to grind on the soles on your boot. You rolled your eyes and removed the shoe when the church doors had closed, leaving him to whimper softly and hang his head.

“Now what, Sunday?”

#eli sunday x reader #eli sunday #paul dano

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fw00shy · 3 years

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The Blue Bag

This is the a friend tries to convince her phone on the merits of cutting out all sugar except sugar-babying scene from my 10:47 am microfic. Pansy and Draco have a chat about bad choices and forgiveness.

"You don't need the money."

Pansy huffs into her Porta-Floo, and the flames shift, tickling her ear. "No, of course not. That's the bloody joy of being rich, isn't it? That I can do whatever I want and it's all my choice. But I don't need to tell you that."

"My father was the richest man I know, and he still placed himself at the mercy of the Dark Lord."

"Yes, well." Draco could deny it all he wanted, but Lucius did that to himself. "Men are stupid. Oh, I didn't mean you, baby." She winks at the man across from her. His eyes are blue, and he's a bit of a paunch on the belly. Cute.

"Are you on the tube again?"

Pansy stamps her foot over an imaginary cigarette. "You've been so bloody judgemental since you started dating Potter. It's like you sucked the sanctimonious straight out of his holy saviour cock. What happened to the Draco who jerked Theo off right under McGonagall's nose during Transfigurations? Now it's all come with me to Loony's book reading and bring ice to my dinner party and stop hooking up with old geezers who buy you Birkins; it's beneath you. I miss the old Draco." She sighs, the nostalgia escaping her in a long, whistling breath.

"Yeah? I fucking hated him."

"Don't say that."

"I fucking did, alright? You can make fun of Harry all you want, but he's just — just. He makes me feel good about myself."

"Yes, yes, I know. Saint Potter forgave you for all your sins, yada-yada—"

"Give me some fucking credit. Potter doesn't go handing out forgiveness like some sort of clemency Robin Hood. I bloody earned it. Maybe he showed me things that I hadn't considered before, but all that unlearning, all that change came from me. I had to do it! And it was fucking hard! And you can do it too, but you just bloody won't."

The train jerks to a halt. Pansy follows the people out and up the stairs of the underground. The sun is settling on the horizon, purplish as a bruised orange.

"Pansy?"

"Sorry, love. Had a bit of a connection drop getting out of the tube. You know how flaky Floo powder gets underground."

"I'm just." Draco sighs. Pansy can practically see him running an agitated hand through his hair. She's tickled over how much he cares about her, however misplaced.

"I'm two blocks away," Pansy says. "Your neighbourhood is so quaint."

"You're not the same girl who gave Harry up either," Draco says.

"I should bloody hope not. Just thinking about that bob makes me cringe."

"I thought all my mistakes had ruined me for life. But Harry and his friends taught me that people just keep moving forward. I guess what I'm saying is that Harry doesn't hate you anymore. Nobody does. They can change as much as you. But you can deal with that when you're ready."

Blood. Loyalty. Vengeance. Slytherins act with permanence, as though every cut will scar. Was it Draco's choice when he shed his skin, or did Potter trick him?

"How much ice did you want again?"

"Are you at Mi Pueblito?"

The door jingles. A woman sitting behind the cashier looks up from her magazine and waves.

"Yeah," Pansy says.

"Get the blue bag, then."

Pansy dumps the bag on the counter and counts out her coins. She can hear Draco breathing from the other end of the line, but she's back on the pavement before he speaks again.

"Do you really miss the old me?"

"Shut the fuck up. You know I'll love you forever."

She looks up to see Draco leaning over his balcony. He throws a key down, and she catches it, still warm from his palm.

#drarry #drarry squad #fwoosh writes

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grimessbitch · 3 years

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Can you do a Daryl Dixon x Hispanic reader where she doesn’t know much English and daryl learns the best he can and helps and they slowly fall for eachother

I’ve literally been so excited to do this one! Although if I get any translations wrong please forgive me, I’m using what I’ve learned in my Spanish class and what Google tells me. Again my Spanish isn’t that great because I’m still only in Spanish 1 but I tried my best and I really really hope you like it.

Warnings: language, soft! Daryl, Merle being a racist dickhead

Word count: 1.6k

“Daryl, te juro que eres el hombre más estúpido que he conocido, y he conocido a Merle“ You snapped as you watched the man who was in your group crawl through the window of the store, it was giant and of course the idiot just had to break the biggest window the loudest way possible. “I dunno what you’re saying” he grumbled watching Merle walk in front of him. You were forced to team up with Shane Walsh’s group after you had managed to make it back into America from your abuela’s house, you were originally paired up with a few others from your town but once you got to Atlanta your group was attacked by another group of survivors leaving only you and your little cousin to find Shane’s camp. You yanked Daryl’s vest meeting his glare with yours “you. dumbass” You snapped walking ahead of him starting to pull the blankets and other camping supplies down and shoved them into your bag. “Swear shoulda just left the bitch to die. they’re only good for kinky sex” You heard Merle grunt under his breath, you couldn’t understand most of what he was saying, only understanding ‘good for sex, and bitch die’ You marched over punching the older Dixon watching blood pour out of his nose “Crazy fucking bitch!” He yelled in pain pulling his arm back ready to hit you back but Daryl’s hand wrapping around his wrist stopped him “Don’t fuckin try it, she’s a woman you ass” He growled before shoving you both forward towards the food section where you’d scavenge that for the next two hours.

The next run you would have with Daryl wouldn’t be for the next few years, he had told Rick and Shane that you made the runs harder because he couldn’t understand you, you would’ve just thought that Daryl hated you if it weren’t for Rick translating the best he could, you were grateful for Rick, Carl and now Michonne, who recently joined the group, you were also grateful that Merle had disappeared, he hated your guts and you hated his, not to mention after Merle left Daryl changed for the better.

Whenever you finished the run you sat against the prison walls looking at Daryl “Hola... usted hizo un buen trabajo” He mumbled a little confused trying his best, you giggled at his attempt to speak Spanish although secretly your heart swelled “tú-..You..too?” You said smiling at him, and you could practically see his face light up in pure joy whenever he realized you could understand what he was saying and that you replied in the best english you could. You smiled back at him standing up glancing at your left hand that was now wrapped in a bandage “You okay?” He asked raising his eyebrows nodding towards your hand “estoy bien” You said nodding making an okay symbol with your good hand before walking inside, Daryl walking over to Rick probably to talk about what you two found. You stopped in front of Daryl’s little hut type room, you knew you’d be in deep shit if you got caught snooping but you were curious. Slowly peeking inside of the box smiling brightly whenever you saw a small book you’d pick up at a gift shop ‘Spanish to English translator’ So Daryl really was trying to learn. Hearing heavy footsteps and Rick and Daryl’s voices you darted out and to your own cell sitting on the bed smiling.

It had been months after you found Daryl’s book, You laid on your bed staring at the empty top bunk that had no mattress, Your body felt weak and you were so tired, staying outside all day trying to clear the horde of zombies that broke through the gate, and boy did you know Daryl was pissed off that you managed to speed past him to help Rick and Carl. Speaking of who Daryl stood in your doorway with his arms crossed glaring at you “usted podría haber muerto, y/n” He grunted, you wanted to be angry at him for treating you like a baby but everytime Daryl talked to you in Spanish it made your heart swell and you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up. “ Pero no lo hice, y debes entenderlo. No tengo cinco años, no necesitas cuidarme todo el tiempo de mierda, soy un adulto, gracias Daryl por querer protegerme, pero no lo necesito. Puedo manejar por mi cuenta” you explained sitting up as you groaned looking at him.

“por favor, Y/n, solo escúchame por una vez” He grumbled, his spanish wasn’t great but you could actually understand him pretty well “I was fine” You snapped sitting down straight against the wall glaring at the opposite wall, You felt the bed dip as Daryl laid down on the bed next to you “I know you were..but I couldn’t live with myself if something bad happened to you..’ He said looking at you sadly “I’d estar bien“ You said not remembering the english words Rick and Michonne taught you for ‘be okay’ “not the point” He grunted looking at you “I care bou’ ya..so..stop doin stupid shit” He said joking a bit so you knew he wasn’t actually angry at you. Now it was time, to put what Rick taught you to the test, your mother always told you to wait until you find the perfect guy, who gave you the time of day and gave you anything you pleased, and well, Daryl did what he could, especially during the apocalypse. “Daryl..-” Fuck! what the fuck were the words? goddamnit, being in the moment and being afraid of Daryl rejecting you made you brain into putty, fuck it, you’ll say whenever you remember. “I understand” You said looking at him, your face heating up whenever he gave you a gentle hug. Daryl and you sat in the room for what felt like forever that night talking about what your lives were like before the whole walker thing happened, he held you while you cried talking about how much you missed your family and you held him whenever he opened up about his past with his brother and father.

You walked outside smiling at Daryl, he was covered in sweat in oil while he worked on his bike, you thought it was hot, the way he only wore his vest in the hot weather, the way his arms and biceps moved whenever he’d tighten or loosen something on the bike. You nervously walked up smiling at him stopping whenever you saw Carol walk up to him and start talking, whatever she was saying made not only her but also him laugh and smile, and almost like that all of your confidence faded away almost as quick as it came. You didn’t have anything against Carol considering she was the sweetest woman you ever met but it kinda felt like you two were jealous of each other, both competing for Daryl’s love and attention. Walking back into the prison you slumped next to Beth, someone you had grown close to over the years. “¿Qué dijo él?” She asked smiling excited to hear about what Daryl said “Carol La Puta diosa llegó a él primero“ You grunted hearing Daryl and Carol walk into the prison talking and chuckling “I’m lo siento mucho“ Beth whispered, and oh boy you shouldn’t of been so cocky about Daryl and Carol not understanding you “Simplemente duele, ya sabes, porque lo sigo y soy básicamente su perra y, sin embargo, cada llamada de Carol, él está allí y yo estoy en el polvo y duele porque creo que realmente me gusta Daryl ... Me encanta eso Cabrón, Beth.” You ranted not looking whenever Daryl looked at you closely, you also didn’t realize Daryl’s shitty excuse to go to his room alone. You sat and talked with Beth for another hour before pulling on your coat grabbing your gun and both of your knives, you walked to the gate nodding at the two people on guard, Rick and Glenn. As the gates opened and you trudged out into the woods you heard hurried footsteps chasing after you, turning quickly you aimed your gun firing it into whoever was chasing you, you cringed whenever you heard the bullet hit metal “Shot my crossbow, woman” Daryl grunted while you rolled your eyes “What’re you doin out here?” He asked jogging up walking next to you. “Necesitaba aire fresco ... ¿por qué me seguiste? podrías haberte matado” You grumbled glaring at him as you walked. “I heard you say my name in the hall..along with a few other things about Carol” He said, your breath hitched and you felt your face heat up so much you almost started to sweat. “¿De acuerdo? ¿Qué quieres que haga? Te amo, est�� bien. I fucking love you y tu cabeza está demasiado lejos en el culo de Carol para notarlo, pero sabes lo que no voy a enojarme porque no soy un adolescente enfermo de amor que va a perra y llorar porque Daryl Dixon no tiene sentimientos por mí, me voy a poner mis pantalones de niña grande y lidiar con eso. Me quedaré y ayudaré a Rick y a mi grupo porque no arriesgaré mi vida y dejaré a mi familia solo porque quieres estar con otra persona, así que no arrastres esto a Daryl y solo dime la verdad, porque he terminado de mentir y de puntillas alrededor del tema. Así que si quieres estar con Carol, por favor sé mi invitado porque solo quiero verte feliz y si esa felicidad no está conmigo, que así sea.” You snapped shoving him back, but he just stayed in the same place staring at you processing what you said, you huffed loudly about to walk off before Daryl grabbed the back of your neck turning you around before pulling your body closer kissing you softly “Te amo, pendejo” He whispered, once he left you pull away you hugged him tightly trying to catch your breath.

Translations-

Daryl, te juro que eres el hombre más estúpido que he conocido, y he conocido a Merle: Daryl, I swear you're the stupidest man I've ever met, and I've met Merle.

Hola... usted hizo un buen trabajo: Hey... you did a good job

estoy bien: I am okay

usted podría haber muerto: you could have died

Pero no lo hice, y debes entenderlo. No tengo cinco años, no necesitas cuidarme todo el tiempo de mierda, soy un adulto, gracias Daryl por querer protegerme, pero no lo necesito. Puedo manejar por mi cuenta: But I didn't, and you must understand. I'm not five, you don't need to take care of me all the fucking time, I'm an adult, thanks Daryl for wanting to protect me, but I don't need it. I can handle on my own

por favor, Y/n, solo escúchame por una vez: Please Y/n just listen to me for once

estar bien: be fine

¿Qué dijo él?: what did he say?

Carol La Puta diosa llegó a él primero: Carol the fucking goddess got to him first

I’m lo siento mucho: I’m so sorry

Simplemente duele, ya sabes, porque lo sigo y soy básicamente su perra y, sin embargo, cada llamada de Carol, él está allí y yo estoy en el polvo y duele porque creo que realmente me gusta Daryl ... Me encanta eso Cabrón, Beth.: It just hurts, you know, because I follow him and I'm basically his bitch and yet every call from Carol, he's there and I'm in the dust and it hurts because I think I really like Daryl ... I love that motherfucker, Beth.

Necesitaba aire fresco ... ¿por qué me seguiste? podrías haberte matado: I needed fresh air ... why did you follow me? you could have killed yourself

¿De acuerdo? ¿Qué quieres que haga? Te amo, está bien. I fucking love you y tu cabeza está demasiado lejos en el culo de Carol para notarlo, pero sabes lo que no voy a enojarme porque no soy un adolescente enfermo de amor que va a perra y llorar porque Daryl Dixon no tiene sentimientos por mí, me voy a poner mis pantalones de niña grande y lidiar con eso. Me quedaré y ayudaré a Rick y a mi grupo porque no arriesgaré mi vida y dejaré a mi familia solo porque quieres estar con otra persona, así que no arrastres esto a Daryl y solo dime la verdad, porque he terminado de mentir y de puntillas alrededor del tema. Así que si quieres estar con Carol, por favor sé mi invitado porque solo quiero verte feliz y si esa felicidad no está conmigo, que así sea.: Okay? What do you want me to do? I love you, okay. I fucking love you and your head is too far in Carol's ass to notice it, but you know what I'm not gonna get mad because I'm not a love sick teen who's gonna bitch and cry because Daryl Dixon has no feelings for me, I'm gonna put on my big girl pants and deal with it. I'll stay and help Rick and my group because I won't risk my life and leave my family just because you want to be with someone else, so don't drag this out, Daryl and just tell me the truth, because I'm done lying and tiptoeing around the issue. So if you want to be with Carol, please be my guest because I just want to see you happy and if that happiness isn't with me, so be it.

Te amo, pendejo: I love you, asshole

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#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead #twd #Beth the walkingdead #Carl Grimes #Carol twd #Rick Grimes

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vecnawrites · 4 years

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A Sister’s Temptation, Chapter 1

Knight Jaune Arc is in desperate need of solace, so goes to the local church for confession. Sister Pyrrha of the Sisters of Beacon has always felt for the blonde knight, can she resist temptation?

(Posted on AO3 (same name as here) with art from Owl_pie!

Knight Jaune Arc made his way into the church, heart heavy with worry and anxiety. Even though all of his training made him one of the most skilled knights in the village of Ansel, he still worried about the Grimm. They never made things easy. Fortunately there had been no losses in several weeks.

But the last...had been saddening. An elderly woman, one in her seventies. While everyone said he should feel no guilt, having been helping the neighboring town when the attack happened, he still felt like it was his fault for not being there, like he could have done something…

That’s why he was going to the church. He knew confessing and getting advice from the priest or the sisters would help. It always did.

Inside the church, Sister Pyrrha Nikos’ eyes brightened as she saw her favorite blonde enter the church. She had always held a flame for him since they had been children, but unfortunately, never had the courage to confess before she had been asked to join the sisterhood. But the feelings remained, and indeed, only became even stronger as the years passed and he grew into the strong knight she knew he could be.

Oh, she knew it was wrong to lust, so wrong, and pleaded to God for forgiveness nightly as she committed the sin of masturbation, her fingers running through her folds as she instead imagined her strong knight’s fingers, tongue and even cock exploring her sacred garden, spreading her slick wetness around, moaning into a pillow as she brought herself to shameful completion, imagining herself wrapped in his arms as she drifted off to sleep.

“Careful, sister,” she heard a voice distantly chastise her, and turned to see Sisters Sustrai and Politan looking at her in amusement. “Get any thirstier and we’ll have to pour holy water on you.” Pyrrha flushed, but knew that the two wouldn’t inform Mother Superior Goodwitch and get her into trouble. After all, both Emerald and Neo had been taken in from the streets, both having been stealing and selling their own bodies in order to survive. “But it looks like your man wants to confess...you’d better hurry, otherwise Schnee or Rose will get him!”

Leaving her giggling sisters behind (curse their traitorous mindsets), Pyrrha hurried up, concern filling her breast as she saw the tired, almost haunted look on the face of the man she loved. But she smiled sweetly at him, hoping to ease his heart a bit. “Hello, Knight Arc,” her heart twisted in bitter sourness at being forced to address the one she loved in such a manner, but there were too many people around.

Despite the heaviness of his heart, Jaune couldn’t help but smile as Sister Nikos, one of his oldest friends, come up to him, although he would admit it did sting to hear his formal title come out of her mouth. “Hello, Sister Nikos...is Father Ozpin or Mother Superior Goodwitch in?” his heart sank as she shook her head.

“No, I’m sorry, but they’re on pilgrimage to the neighboring towns, performing weddings and last rites...perhaps there is something I can help you with?” Pyrrha asked, hoping that her love would allow her to sooth his worries.

“I...I wished to confess to one of them, but I don’t wish to bother you with my troubles…” Jaune began, only to blink several times as Pyrrha grabbed his right hand in both of hers, looking at him intensely, her emerald eyes staring into his cerulean.

“There’s no need for that line of thought, Knight Arc! Please, follow me. I will gladly take your confession and ease your burdens.” Pyrrha began to gently lead her oldest friend along the path to the confessional, trying desperately to ignore the rapid fluttering in her breast.

Jaune himself, was fighting the heat that wanted to rise within his cheeks. He knew that it was wrong to lust, especially after a sister of all things, but he couldn’t help himself. He had known most of these sisters since they were all small children, but Pyrrha...Pyrrha was special. She was his first real crush, and he had hoped to court her...but she and most of his and her female friends in their age group had been chosen to join the “Sisters Of Beacon”.

Unbidden, his eyes drifted down, pants tightening as the nun’s robe Pyrrha wore was rather...flattering, to say the least, clinging tightly to her full backside, the round swells of her rear jiggling lightly as she walked.

His pants began to strain as he watched, making him tear his eyes away in a panic, his blue eyes darting back and forth, praying that no one caught that. He could not be seen lusting after a sister! He groaned mentally. That was another sin to confess, and to the woman he was showing lust to, to boot!

Coming up to the confessional booth, Pyrrha turned and smiled sweetly at Jaune. “Here we are, Knight Arc. Please enter.” she tilted her head as she saw the flush on his face, wondering what that was from, before entering and closing the door behind her.

The small stall surrounded her, the must of pine and incense filling her nose, the only two fixtures a small latticed ‘window’ (more for aesthetic than anything) and a circular hole to allow the confessor and the priest or sister to communicate easier. Hearing the shuffling and muffled clanks of Jaune’s armor as he sat down, Pyrrha placed her hand on her breast and tried to calm her rapidly pounding heart. “Speak, and tell me of your sorrows.” she said, placing her hand on the wall and imagining what the man she loved looked like on the other side, his downcast eyes, his pinched brow, the twitching muscle next to his mouth. Her heart ached at the thought.

Jaune swallowed, lacing his hands together as he imagined Pyrrha sitting down on the bench, looking so much more beautiful than any nun should, the robe she wore tight around her body, stretching around her bust and her bottom, those full lips...he shook his head forcefully to get those images out of his head, but to his dismay, he was fully hard, his erect shaft pressing against the inside of his pants, tenting them outwards. He would have to stay in here until it softened.

Hearing Pyrrha’s words, he jerked in place, fumbling through his thoughts. “I...forgive me, Sister, for I have sinned.” he began with the traditional confessional greeting. And god, had he just sinned not moments ago. But he would start with the problem he had initially come for help with: dealing with the guilt.

“I...I feel guilt over the last Grimm attack. I know people say I shouldn’t-” he heard a soft sigh from next to him. “And they are right...you shouldn’t.”

Pyrrha placed her hand on the wall again, desperately wishing that it was her love’s face, but she would make do with her words for now. “Miss Calavera lived a very long, very happy life. It is true what happened was tragic, but I was there to give her last rites. She told me that she had lived a very long life, and wasn’t afraid. She was happy that it was her, rather than one of the children, and that she would get to see her own family once more. Please, June, do not feel guilt over not being here...Maria wouldn’t want you to.” Pyrrha desperately wished to reach out and hold Jaune's hand, but the blasted wood prevented her.

Jaune sighed softly, feeling his spirit lift as he heard of Maria Calavera's final words. His lips tweaked upwards. "T-thank you, Sister Nikos...I...I guess that's all I needed to truly hear."

But that relief was ruined by the second part of the confession he would have to make...that he had lusted after her. He hoped that she wouldn't think him a filthy deviant and never want to speak to him again.

Pyrrha smiled, happy that she had eased her loved one's heart. "I'm so glad I was able to help you...is there anything else you need to confess?"

Jaune grit his teeth. This was it. "I am dealing with problems concerning...lust." he hated the fact that he practically growled the last word, but god, his cock ached! "Particularly when I am desiring someone I truly shouldn't."

Pyrrha gasped, bringing her hand up to her mouth. Jaune was listing after someone? Who? The shock retreated to reveal a nasty pang of pain and the burn of jealousy, but she tempered it and forced it down. Jaune needed her. "When did you first notice these feelings?" her voice was soft, as though making sure she didn't scare a frightened animal. Her tone also served to cover her own feelings.

"I...I think these feelings have always been there...but I only noticed them very recently...and only acknowledged them today."

Jaune squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. This was it. "I have been lusting after you, Pyrrha." there. He said it.

Pyrrha's eyes were wide, her mouth open in a silent 'o'...her thighs rubbing together from the sudden influx of heat between her thighs from this knowledge. She roughly swallowed. This might be the chance to actually get what she fantasized about...

Before she could speak, Jaune continued, his voice becoming more panicked. "I know it's wrong, so wrong, you're a Sister, and I shouldn't dare-"

"Jaune." Pyrrha spoke firmly, knowing that she had to take control of the situation, before it got too out of hand.

The knight cringed at the firm tone, but stopped speaking, knowing she deserved to say her piece. "You are correct, this lust is a problem…" he winced more, "So we are going to take steps to mitigate it." he blinked. What did Pyrrha mean?

Taking a deep breath as she rubbed her core through her thick robe and panties, Pyrrha licked her lips and said, "I want you to open your pants, and show me the effects the lust I have stirred within you caused."

Jaune's eyes bulged as he heard Pyrrha's words. "B-but Sis-sister!" he stuttered. He shivered as he heard a firm noise.

"I have caused lust within you and forced you to sin, Jaune. It is therefore my duty to fix it. Open your pants."

Swallowing, Jaune rose to his feet and turned, unbuckling his belt and loosening his trousers. Lowering them a bit, his erect shaft sprung out, and despite himself and the situation, he groaned in relief. His cock was angry, his balls heavy and hanging beneath.

"I heard that, Jaune! It's getting worse, place yourself through the hole so I can help cleanse you of your pent up lust!"

Jaune swallowed, and taking a deep breath, moved towards the hole and slowly slipped his cock through it.

Pyrrha watched with bated breath as Jaune’s shaft entered her side of the confessional, her heart pounding hard and her breathing getting fast and shallow as it moved further and further in, the thick pillar of flesh arching slightly upwards, the veins prominent, the head an angry dark red. It was bigger than she had imagined in her head, and she slipped off of the bench, kneeling before it, her nose twitching as she smelled his powerful, enticing scent, a rich musk that filled the small area. Placing her left hand on the wall next to the hole, Pyrrha gently reached out and grasped the thick flesh.

Both gasped in unison.

Jaune fought not to buck his hips against the wall and alert anyone outside, biting her lip and grunting as Sister-as Pyrrha’s ever-so-soft hand cupped his erection, her slim fingers curling around his swollen flesh, his fingers rolling and curling against his palms, making fists against the thin wood. “Sister, please forgive me…” he gasped, eyes rolling back in his head.

Pyrrha, on the other hand, could feel herself soaking her undergarments as she gently held the hot, almost burning, flesh in her palm. She felt a rapid beat against her hand, his heartbeat, she realized, slowly beginning to stroke it. A soft, but throaty groan met her, making her smile.

“Don’t worry, young knight...you just need to trust me...I’ll get all of that pent up lust out of you, I promise.” Pyrrha smiled softly, her cheeks flushed and eyes hooded. She began to stroke gently in earnest, watching in amazement as clear fluid began to bead at the tip and weep, her palm catching it and making the glide of her hand smoother.

She knew what it was. Precum, Jaune was aroused by her actions and responding. How did she know this? The resident reformed thieves/prostitutes, of course. They had given her far more information than she had ever wanted to know, but in this moment, she found herself grateful for the knowledge.

She stroked him further, with more energy, her own breathing and the heat between her thighs growing as Jaune’s moans grew louder and longer in intensity. “Pyrrha...oh, God, Pyrrha…” she squirmed as Jaune’s voice, the voice of the man she loved, said her name with such passion.

“That’s it, Jaune…” she gently encouraged as she rubbed his flesh, “Let it all out...cleanse yourself of your lust.” she murmured. ‘Not for me, though, never for me…’ she never wanted Jaune to stop desiring her, even if she was a Sister. Recalling more of Emerald and Neo’s talks, she knew that Jaune would cum, and it would be messy, especially depending on how long it had been since he had ‘gotten off’, and it would have to go somewhere.

Blushing brightly, Pyrrha took her free hand off of the wall and reached to her waist, brining her top up slowly, exposing the smooth expanse of her belly and with a forceful tug, her large breasts, her nipples already stiff as she bared her upper half to the small room. She liked to imagine Jaune could see them, his eyes looking at her body in lust and awe.

As she placed her hand back on the wood, she continued to stoke Jaune, she recalled one final tidbit of ‘advice’ from Emerald and Neo: that men loved it when lips and tongue were involved, but that it usually tasted horrible. She looked down, nervously licking her lips, before leaning her head down…

Jaune rested his forehead against the confessional wall, taking deep breaths to keep himself from breaking too early. On some level, even though he knew that this was only meant to be of help for his lust, he couldn’t keep himself from trying to impress Pyrrha with his stamina, even though, like her, he had never done anything like this before.

He closed his eyes and imagined Pyrrha kneeling before him, gently holding his cock, looking up at him with those beautiful green eyes-his balls churned, wanting to release everything they had backed up within them, but he couldn’t do that. That would cover Pyrrha in his cum, and she would be ruined when the other sisters either recognized what it was on her, or got too inquisitive and asked-his eyes snapped open and nearly popped out of their sockets as something warm and wet touched the head of his cock.

Pyrrha smiled as her tongue moved away from the head of his shaft. 'That wasn't bad at all!' she realized. It didn't taste bitter, or any of the other unpleasant things that Emerald and Neo had described. In fact it was rather...sweet?

She licked his head again, getting that same taste, as well as that same intense gasp from Jaune. God, she squirmed in place, this was so sinful, but she couldn't stop!

She began to kiss and lick the leaking tip as she pumped the pale flesh, the moans and whimpers she received music to her ears.

Jaune wanted to hold out, he truly did, but this felt too good! He scrambled, he needed to at least warn Pyrrha. "Pyrrha, I'm...oh, God...cumming!" he gasped, his world going blank as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. “A-AAHHH~!”

Hearing Jaune's desperate warning, Pyrrha straightened and began to stroke Jaune's shaft fiercely, aiming the tip for her bare breasts.

She shivered as the flesh within her palm throbbed mightily, before spitting out stream after stream of hot, thick, sticky fluid onto the swells of her bosom. Even then, some hit her face, coating her cheeks and dripping down her chin as well.

Her core throbbed with want beneath her skirt, the air around her legs hot and humid, the perfume of her own desire becoming noticeable in her booth. “Aahh…” she could hear Jaune’s relieved gasping through the thin wood, making her smile. “All sins are forgiven…” she murmured.

Finally as the spurts of fluid lessened and became mere trickles, Pyrrha leaned forwards again, gently licking away the excess, kissing the head as the shaft of flesh began to soften.

She smiled. "The first stage of treatment is complete." she said happily, carefully pulling down her top and shivering slightly as the 'cum' (as Emerald and Neo called it) smeared across her breasts. She then used her fingers to wipe her cheeks and chin off and after a moments thought, licked them clean, smiling at the fact that he did taste sweet, far better than she envisioned.

Feeling his cock finally softening, Jaune's mouth dropped, not only as he fully registered what just happened, but Pyrrha's words. "F-First stage?" he whispered, slowly pulling his cock back and tucking it into his pants.

Pyrrha smiled. "Of course! With lust as powerful as yours, you can't expect one treatment to cure it! From now on, whenever you feel lust, I want you to think of me, and at your soonest convenience, come and find me for another confession. I will happily do my duty as a Sister to help cleanse you of your sins."

Jaune and Pyrrha walked to the front of the Church in comfortable silence, Jaune taking furtive glances at his oldest friend, the girl he had come to love.

Smiling at her love as he stood at the door, Pyrrha waved lightly as he smiled at her before leaving through the door with a lighter heart.

Pyrrha smiled softly, glad that she had helped the man she loved...but for now she turned, feeling her soaking wet undergarments shift against her core. For now, she needed to go and help herself.

"Ahh!" Pyrrha moaned into her pillow as she lay naked, chest first onto it, her rear in the air as her fingers rubbed and delved into her wet, sticky core, her viscous essence coating her slim digits as she brought herself to the height of pleasure. "Yes! Jaune, please! EEK!" Pyrrha trembled as she reached the crescendo of pleasure, her naked body going limp on her bed, hand still cupping her core.

As she relaxed, a wicked thought entered her mind. She was helping Jaune relieve his lust, shouldn't he be kind enough to do the same for her? It wouldn't do for a sister to fall to temptation, after all…

A sultry smile formed on her lips and her hand began to twitch against her core again. That was a wonderful idea...one she would bring up when Jaune came for his next 'treatment'...

#Jaune Arc #Pyrrha Nikos #Arkos #Emerald Sustrai #Neopolitan #Glynda Goodwitch #Ozpin #Nun!Pyrrha #Knight!Jaune #cross posted on AO3

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Hello love I just got a idea from the cookies dough where Kai said What I say gos can you do one like were his like I’m the man of the house and you have to listen to me after his s/o dose something he doesn’t like and she gos on a mum rant like almost all mothers and is like no im the man because not only do I put up with your bs but Ipushed 2 annoying but lovable parasites out of my vagina so you show me respect brat you know General angry mum stuff with fluffy ending but If you can’t do it ok

Oh shit angst where parents fight not cool

The moment the room went silent and you and Kai just glared daggers at each other was enough to make shivers to appear in both of your childrens bodied... Kaito was still with his face serious as ever but his tiny muscles and whole body in general were tense and frozen, while Kin just weared that wary look on her golden eyes.

"Kaito, Kin." You said more serious than normal, not daring to look away from your husband threatening eyes "Is better if you two go to another room."

"Agreed." Growled Chisaki, not even blinking as he stared you down.

"But mo-"

"Are you deaf Kaito Chisaki?" Asked bitterly Chisaki, looking at his son with only anger in his eyes, but voice still calm "Out."

"You don't need to talk to him like that." You said sternly, trying not to flinch when he directed his threating golden eyes at you again abruptly.

You made again a signal for your kids to left the room, and thankfully this time both obeyed and left, Kaito looking at the scene one last time before closing the door.

"What's going on here my favorite brats?" Said the elder as he notice the faces of his grandchilds.

"Mommy and Daddy are fighting..." mumbled the four year old girl while her older brother glued his ear in the door.

"Is that so? Is rare seing these two fighting..." spoke in worry now Pops before his ten years old grandson mentioned him to do the same actions he was doing.

"Maybe is better to let your parents be Kaito... why not both of you come with me instead..." hesitantly the kids complied, praying that you two wouldn't get serious with this argument.

"Wait wait so I am the wrong here? Seriously?!" You spoke in disbelief as he sighed in annoyance while massaging his temples.

"(Y/N) you don't have any earing or mental problems so I don't have to repeat myself again like a fool."

"Just because I let some of the damn dishes to wash later you doing this?! Ah yeah I forgot! Because apparently I didn't do a good job on cleaning both of OUR kids room is that it?!"

"I could do better in my sleep than that." He growled, oppening his eyes threateningly "You already know what I am and what I wish for."

"Listen. I'm tired of you always complaining about those... those IDIOTS AND USELESS things of yours! I thoughf that whole germophobic thing had at least settled down for once! For God's sake you changed Kaito's and Kin's diaper!"

He never did complained until now, you knew that his anger was just because of a probably a bad day, and you knew that, but you were just surrounded by anger that you didn't think too much on what you were spilling in fact.

"Idiotic? Lets see who is the fucking idiot in here when one of us get sick." He growled "Then who is going to be the one to blame for?! Answers me (Y/N)!" He shouted this time making you flinch.

Chisaki never was one to raise his voice, childhood trauma leaded to that, so you it was a understatement when you got scared at it and lowered a little bit your own tone of voice.

"Hey don't need to raise the tone of voice, Kaito and Kin might be-"

"So what?! Is not like they need to hear how SICK OR CRAZY THEIR FATHER IS or HOW USELESS THEIR MOTHER IS!" He shouted and immediately regretted, getting a deja vuu at saying those disgusting words himself directly to his dear loved wife.

The way you widened your eyes and some tears were stuck on them felt like a shot to his heart.

"Useless..? I'm sorry, could you repeat that again? Chisaki..." you said coldly and bitterly his name while you holded back your tears.

Ah shit. You used his surname... you were pissed.

He knew he had cutted all of your pacience...

"Can you repeat that again to me? Repeat that to the person who loved you to no ends for years already? The person whose you called 'angel' countless times until the current days? The person who always was by your freaking side and hold your crying self when no one else would because you're too FUCKING PRIDEFUL AND ARROGANT to accept that you need help BECAUSE YOU'RE SICK?! THE PERSON WHO PASSED THROUGH HELL TO GIVE YOU TWO LITTLE TREASURES IN YOUR GODAMM DARK LIFE?! I'M THE USELESS THEN CHISAKI?! ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?!" you yelled while some of tears fell to the ground.

Chisaki didn't answer due to his own shock surrounding him... he didn't mean it to let out those words, he sweared to God that he didn't...

He hesitantly extended his hand but you took a step back.

"What happened with the 'no touch'?" You whispered angrily which he only lowered his head.

Both of you stayed silent and frozen until you regained your compusture and went in the direction of the door. You stopped to say something.

"I'm going to take a walk... both of us need to cool down our heads apparently."

He nodded numbly before he heard you closing the door... He dropped on his couch with his hands burried in his dark brow hair in anger at himself, shame and sorrow.

You left the room and breath in slowly to calm yourself as you went towards your shared room.

Both of kids were already in bed, and Kai thanked Pops for the help. The elder noticing his boy's discomfort placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the way he tensed and cringed at the contact.

"Kai, was the fight that bad to let you on this state?" Chisaki merely lifted his eyebrow, giving the answer Pops needed.

"Look my boy, it's normal to have fights with their significant others, but what is not normal is to sleep through it without a damn apology from both of your sides. I could hear (Y/N) and your screams from afar..."

Chisaki still weared that numb expression as he looked down in thought.

"I was the one who fucked up the most honestly..." he mumbled monotonously as he felt Pops's hand leaving his shoulder.

"Then why don't throw that arrogance of yours away and go apologize? Its at least the advice I'm offering you..." he left to his own room.

"Night Kai. Wish a good night for my daughter in law for me, will you?"

He sighed while massaging his temples... That is if you were still accepting to be his wife...

He oppened the door slowly and thanked internally that you haven't locked it. He immediately catched your figurine messing around in your cellphone while he noticed that the bedroom was far more organized and clean than usual.

As much as he was pleased with this he felt a knot forming in his stomach, already knowing why exactly you did that...

Your eyes found each other and you immediately looked down at your phone to turn it off and lay on the bed to sleep. While him was still preparing too.

He after layed down and notice you were too far away for his liking.

"You're going to fall from the bed.." he stated while looking at you, who was with closed eyes.

You didn't respond, causing his heart to clench a little.

"(Y/N), I know you're awake..." he said, again with no response.

"... I'm sorry angel." He murmured sadly, surprising you when he got closer and higged you tight.

"I'm sorry... words can't express how regretful I am for saying those words to you... I was completly out of my element and even dared to say something that my... that I once heard... I know an apology can't fiz how hurr you must be now... you can retribuit all the things I did with me if that's mean you will feel better again..." he let go of you and stared at your now open eyes.

You stared for a couple of moments before lifting your hand to caress his jaw, your heart clenching at the way he flinched at first, probably thinking you were going to hit him...

"I own you a apology too... I called you things and yelled as well, even knowing how you hate it... guess we both fuck up."

"Apparently..." he whispered still looking everywhere but your eyes.

You two stay in silent until you took the courage to grab his gloved hand and rub little circles on his palm.

"You're not even a bit useless... you had to atture me for ages now..." he said, breaking the silent "After all... who takes more than two months to show their face to their loved one...? you maybe be right about me being the sick one..."

"You take that back." You squeezed his hand gently, finally getting him to look at you.

"You aren't that, neither I am... we both said things we didn't mean to at the heat of the moment... it's fine." You smiled at him which he only scoffed.

"Why do you do this? Forgive me this easy...? I don't... I don't deserve it such a angel like you... my only worth is-"

"Stop that." You said gently, hugging his torso and burring your face on the crook of his neck, noticing how his muscles fir a second tensed but instantly relaxed.

He slowly bringed one hand to carry your hair while his other arm holded you firmly pressed to him.

"Forgive me my angel?" He whispered in your hair.

"As long as you forgive me too my devil..." you hugged him a little tighter when he muffled pressed a kiss in the too of your head.

"Thank god... no more fights like this... it gives me a sick feeling on my stomach..." he pressed you on the bed as he got up on you staring you down.

"Can you really forgive me that easy?"

"Look what love does to us right my handsome husband." You giggled when he breathlessly chuckled before taking his mask off and started to shower you in kisses. Every part he could reach his lips were pressed on it.

"I still think I own you though." He said nibbling on your ear lobe "So I guess I will."

"... Are you serious?" You asked smilling up at him, seing already his dark lusted look.

"My angel, this is my punishment." He pressed his lips against yours gently but the kiss itself was enough to leave both of you breathless.

"And I'm happy to pay for my sins..."

"Hmm... you were the demon of lust this entire time I knew you then?" You started to laugh at the mortified and disgusted look he gave it to you.

"I am not. How dare you?" He said darkly but offended as well.

Your laughing didn't collaborate for his red face... but he was still trying to contain his own smile growing at seing you happy with him again.

Well, nothing better than a bite to quiet this angel down.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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The Rescue: Danny’s Mom, Part 2

(since everyone wanted Danny’s Mom, Part 2, here you go! I give you Ryan Michaelson’ s first major protective outburst on Danny’s behalf post-rescue! CW: serious parental emotional abuse/manipulation and certain coping mechanisms common to children who spend time in foster care are referenced here in a big way. Danny’s parents/background actually feeds heavily into his difficulty in recovery. Also referenced/implied non con/abuse/torture while he was with Bram)

Tagging @spiffythespook, @special-spicy-chicken, and @bleeding-demon-teeth - ask to be tagged if you want! After this I’m going to start working on Bad Things Happen Bingo

Continued from The Rescue: Danny’s Mom, Part 1

“How could you let that happen to your face?”

There’s a half-second, in the little break room, where the only sound is the soft humming of the vending machines and the low chatter of other people speaking down the hall. Even that soft sound is nearly drowned out by the simple rhythmic rush of the blood in Danny’s veins.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Corrine murmurs, turning his head from side to side to take a better look. Danny is so good at holding still, now, for touching he doesn’t want. He is so, so good at it. He takes a deep breath as silently as he can, holds it for five counts, slowly exhales.

Her eyes trace the line of his scars, noting the way they perfectly echo the shape of the metal, the tiny pockmarked spots where the jagged edges were designed to dig in and hurt worse. Danny is a good boy, there is no lesson from Abraham he has not learned, and he holds himself still under her touch.

Hands there are always more hands

Please stop touching me

Please stop

Stop

He keeps all of it, the disobedience, the pleading, the rebellious wrong thoughts, behind his teeth. Abraham would be proud of him, he thinks, and hunches himself over just a little more, until he is nearly down to Ryan’s height, his shoulders up near his chin.

Corrine’s mouth twists, just a little, as she notes where the wounds have covered over the freckles that she once told a very young Danny, with an impish sort of smile, set him apart from the crowd. Oh, honey, don’t be ashamed of your freckles. It’s good that you look so different from us in the photos. “What did you do?”

Ryan freezes, his mouth open. Corrine’s expression isn’t new - the memories Abraham trained out of him flash past, half-glimpses and moments of a life he barely remembers living now. He’s not supposed to remember, and he tries to remember Abraham instead, but he can’t quite force Danny all the way back down.

She has always looked at him this way.

Oh, Danny, did you get in a fight again? Well, ask yourself - what are you doing to get those boys to pick on you so much?

(now, little Red, I want you to tell me what you did to deserve what I’m about to do to you)

Your father found the stash you’ve been hiding in the treehouse, young man. Shouldn’t you be over this by now? How long exactly do you need to be out of that group home before you stop hoarding food?

(you did such a good job cooking our dinner tonight, didn’t you? oh, no, you won’t be eating it. you haven’t been good at all tonight. maybe you’ll be feeling a little more well-behaved by breakfast, hm?)

Honestly, Daniel Michaelson, what were you thinking? How could you be so stupid? It’s like we don’t even know you!

(I know you so well, sweet thing, I have cut open all your mysteries and made them mine)

Oh, Danny, of course we care deeply about you, it’s just…

(nate and I are the only ones who could ever love you now)

Clearly, this was your idea, once again. You're the bigger brother, you were supposed to be smarter than this! I swear, sometimes I regret ever adopting you-... oh, Danny, darling, I didn’t mean that, I swear… you forgive me, right?

(what a good, good boy you are for me. you’ll be my good puppy and forgive me everything)

"I don’t know what I did,” He answers, honestly. After four years, he still doesn’t know what sin he committed, what grievous error, that meant he had deserved this. “I’m so sorry."

His lips almost don’t move, air barely turns to sound. Her fingers on his face are too much like Abraham’s - the ends are cold, although her palms are warm. In one of the pulses of memory he isn’t allowed to have (there is no life before Abraham) he suddenly knows Corrine has a circulation problem, her fingers are always cold, have always been cold.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Corrine says gently to him, with real affection and concern. “We’ll make sure no one gets any shots of this on the way out to the car.”

Ryan stares at Corrine with his mouth hanging open, his hand out to grab her by the arm to pull her back. “Jesus Christ, Mom! You think he gives a shit about that right now? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Danny’s eyes swing to Ryan, blinking away the tears that had tried to protect him from the look on Corrine’s face, and he nearly quails before the righteous anger on his little brother’s. Sometimes Nate gets angry like that, but Abraham always makes him so very sorry he ever tried to fight back.

Don't argue, Red and Daniel think simultaneously, for once the beaten puppy and Corrine Michaelson's broken son agree. It only makes it worse. Please, he likes it when they fight back at first.

(you’ve got a mouth on you. I’m going to fix that)

“What?” Corrine turns to look at her younger son and her hands finally - finally - drop from Danny’s face, but he can still feel them, still feel the imprint of fingers along his skin, the slight scratch of the long nails, the chill of her fingers. “What did I say? He won’t want anyone to see his face like this, and the last thing we need is photos out there circulating-”

“What did you… you have got to be kidding me. You are literally the only person in this room who gives a shit about whether or not some dumbass takes a cell phone shot of his fucking face. Mom. You know what you just said is shitty!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Corrine snaps back, the first hint of real temper breaking her perfectly calm, I-am-the-best-mother façade.

Danny flinches, then catches himself, balling his hands into fists until the pain of his nails digging into his palms helps him keep himself still.

Never flinch.

(good boy)

“All I did,” Corrine says, her voice suddenly dripping with exaggerated patience as two of the police walk past the breakroom door and glance in on their way, “was ask how this happened.”

“No,” Ryan says coldly. “That’s not what you said and you know it, Mother.”

Please stop fighting, please stop, please don’t argue

(what the fuck, Nate? I took him because I love you!)

B-Bram, please, d-don’t say you’re h-h-hurting him because of me-

(I did all of this for you! Isn’t this what you wanted, a real house, a real family? I forgave you for killing mine, and I gave you a new one, and this is how you thank me?)

“Oh, don’t you Mother me, Ryan Michaelson-”

“And don’t you Ryan Michaelson me! I’m twenty-four years old, Mom, go ahead and pull out the middle name, you’re about to see that that shit doesn’t work anymore.” Ryan’s voice is too loud, too full of fury. Danny cringes away from them both, taking one step back, hoping no one will be angry with him for breaking a rule, even this much.

“Patrick, be a dear and close the door,” Corrine says coldly, and her husband glances up from his phone, apparently unbothered by the familial conflict taking place right in front of him. He moves to the door, closing it until it clicks.

Danny’s breath catches.

Don’t lock me in, don’t lock me up, I’m sorry, whatever I did, I’m so sorry. I swear I won’t do it again.

“Oh, yeah, can’t let the Canadians see you being like this, can we?” Ryan rolls his eyes. “One of them might start calling American newspapers from the sheer scandal, huh? Like police officers don’t have more important shit to think about!”

“Ryan, you need to calm yourself down. I don’t know why you’re so upset with me, but look, you’re scaring your brother-” Corrine gestures towards Danny, who stares down at her hand as it moves, terrified she’ll touch him with cold fingers again. “-and it’s been four years since we’ve been together, so let’s try and make this reunion more pleasant, hm?”

“Okay, first off,” Ryan yanks a sweater and jeans out of the plastic bag he brought in with him, all but throws it on the table, and rounds on his mother. “First off, you haven’t seen him in five years, or did you forget you basically threw him out of the house when he said he wouldn’t work for the company?”

Danny’s eyebrows come together in confusion. He doesn’t remember this. Is this a true thing? Sometimes his memories aren’t real, any longer, and he loses too many of them to tell the difference. Sooner or later Abraham cuts them out again.

Corrine puts one hand up to her collarbone. “Ryan, how dare you. We never did any such thing-”

“And secondly, and no you’re not going to stop me, Mom - he didn't let anyone do anything! I can’t believe I’m explaining this, you are my mother, if anything you should be the one explaining it to me!” He moves to step in front of Danny, who steps just as quickly back and away from him, hugging the blanket around himself.

Never pull away

(never pull away from me)

But they're not you, Abraham, is it still true if they’re not you?

“Well of course that’s not what I meant,” Corrine replies, and the distantly angry chill in her voice is too much like Abraham when he disobeys, when he’s a bad dog. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Ryan.”

“Mom. It's not 'putting words in your mouth' to repeat the exact thing you just said. What the absolute one hundred percent fuck? I genuinely cannot believe you can’t find it in yourself to be nice to him for five minutes, today of all days!"

“The boy’s got a point, Corrine,” Patrick rumbles, slipping his phone back into his pocket. Danny knows he uses the phone for business - he was probably checking on a deal or something, Daniel Michaelson thinks - and knows, the same sudden way he remembered about Corrine’s hands, that Patrick was the one who told him not to come back to the house until he agreed to work for the company and stop wasting his time being anything but a Michaelson boy. “Ryan did tell us to give the poor boy some space, for God’s sake.”

Danny’s eyes flicker to his father - or as close to one as he’s ever had - and there’s sympathy in Patrick, faded and by no means guaranteed, but even the amount he sees is a surprise to the man Danny used to be.

“Stop victim-blaming my big brother, Mom!” Ryan sounds exasperated. "I just. Seriously, this is why you should have spoken to Dr. Laurent before you came in here to see him. You obviously shouldn’t-... I shouldn’t have called you." Ryan glances over his shoulder at Danny, who tries to settle his face into calm acceptance, submission, whatever Ryan wants to see.

I can be good, I’m being good, this isn’t my fault, please don’t punish me.

“I’m so sorry, Dan,” Ryan says, and there’s no anger in his voice, no hint that Danny will be in trouble for causing a fight like he usually is. “I’m sorry that they managed to turn this into an argument when you haven’t seen everyone in so long.”

"You’re the one who lost his temper, and she is not victim-blaming him." Patrick glances sidelong at Corrine with an isn’t that just like our boy? expression, and Ryan looks nearly ready to explode. "Honestly, Ryan, the dramatics."

“I’m not being-... look, can you guys just step out and talk to the cops? We need to get Danny and Mr. Vandrum out of here so they can go back with me to the hotel.” Ryan turns back to Danny, giving him a slight smile. “The room has two beds and a fold-out sofa, so there’s lots of space for everyone, okay? I told you when I saw you before that I’d bring Mr. Vandrum back with us for now, and I meant it. Okay, Danny?”

“Oh-okay,” Danny whispers, looking down as Ryan pushes a folded sweater and jeans into his arms. Somehow, Ryan manages to do it without touching him even once, and Danny feels a nearly-painful spike of gratitude. "It's Red, though."

And I sleep on the floor, puppies don’t sleep in beds unless their owners say it’s okay, and Abraham’s in a hospital, he can’t tell me it’s okay.

Maybe if Nate says it’s okay? Maybe I can sleep with him?

(nate, you have to understand how it works. I took him because I love you, because when you’re like us, you need to have someone ready and perfect until you can make them on your own)

"What?" Ryan blinks.

"My name is Red and I belong to Abraham Denner." Danny points at his neck before he remembers that the police took his collar away and his hand falters, drops nervously back to his side, his other arm clutching the new clothing tighter to his chest. “Thank you for new clothes. Am I allowed to wear them?”

“Yes, sure, Red, of course you are, sorry I got your name wrong, okay?” Ryan’s eyes search his, and Danny hopes whatever he finds in them is enough that he doesn’t regret that Danny is alive, doesn’t think maybe he’d have been better off dead.

Sometimes Danny thinks it might have been easier if-

“We’ll get you changed,” Ryan says gently, speaking in a low voice. His hands go out as if to take Danny by the shoulders, and when Danny steps back, Ryan’s hands drop. “S-sorry, man. I’m kind of a hugger... you remember right? I’m trying to remember not to, I just...”

“I remember you are,” Danny says. “I remember. Please don’t, though.”

(you keep saying you don’t like this but we both know you do)

No, I don’t, please, I don’t-

(good boy, you know you don’t get to choose, this body doesn’t belong to you)

“I won’t, D-... Red. I won’t, I promise.” Ryan looks over his shoulder. “Can you guys just go, maybe? Just go on. I appreciate you bringing his clothing and everything, but… but I don’t think this was a good idea.”

“Ryan, we are his parents!” Still, Corrine’s protest seems half-hearted, and the part of him that is still who he used to be thinks she looks relieved, not upset.

Danny, what is wrong with you? Taking your brother with you to see those delinquent friends of yours? Bringing him home drunk and claiming it was his idea? I don’t want to see your face right now, young man!

(show me your face, puppy. god, you’re so beautiful now. has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?)

Sweetheart, I don’t want you thinking about a career outside of the company. Don’t you think three years is enough wasted time after graduation?

(don’t worry, sweet thing, I would never let you die, I want to keep you forever. there could never be enough time for me to be finished with you)

Mrs. Verona was cleaning your room and found this. Care to explain to me why you have a backpack in the back of your closet? Are you planning to run away, young man?

(go ahead, try to run away. we’re thirty miles from the nearest anything. you won’t get far, and I’ll come for you, and you’ll regret that you ever, ever tried)

This is a family business, Daniel Michaelson, and if you want to be welcome in this house, you will be a part of it! Walk out that door and you may as well not be part of this family at all!

(this is your family now, little Red)

“... at least go talk to the trauma expert first, okay?” Ryan is still talking, and Danny tries to focus on him, the hunger in him buzzing and buzzing around his mind with the memories he’s not supposed to have. “Like I did? She said it’s going to take a while, maybe a long time, for him to feel comfortable with us again, and you-... you’re…” Ryan sighs, and Danny feels an urge to reach out and hug him, and the terror of the thought locks his muscles in place. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh, God,” Corrine whispers, and when Danny looks at her, there are tears in her eyes. “Oh, we’re not, are we? I’m sorry, Ryan. We’ll go see if Dr. Laurent can be reached to speak with us, and we’ll meet you at the hotel tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” Ryan says, visibly relieved. “Okay. Thank you.”

You’re not sorry, the snide voice in Danny whispers. You just noticed the doorknob turning and remembered someone might hear you. Can’t look bad in front of people, can we? No, we’re just a wreck in private like every other family-

Stop it, these are wrong thoughts

Stop having the wrong thoughts

Sure enough, the door swings open, but it’s not the police, or detectives.

It’s Nate.

Corrine and Patrick turn to look at him with confusion, but Danny is already moving, and Nate is only looking at him. Nate is always only looking at him.

From the moment Danny came back to himself in the truck, Nate looks at him the way a man might look when given water in the desert, and he is moving too. Danny buries himself into Nate’s side, his knees shaking, lightheaded from hunger and fear and worry, but here is something he knows, here is the man who still smells faintly of gasoline and smoke, sliding an arm around him, and Danny fits easily against him the way he always has.

“I assume,” Patrick says, with a note of confusion, “that this is Mr. Nathaniel Vandrum.”

“Th-that’s me,” Nate says, his eyes scanning Corrine and Patrick thoughtfully - his eyes are always thoughtful, calculating, analyzing. Danny tucks his head into the crook of Nate’s neck. “I’d sh-sh-shake your hand, b-but my right h-hand doesn’t work. Pleased to m-m-meet you.”

“Of course we should thank you for saving our son,” Corrine says, suddenly warm and relieved and every inch the image of the perfect mother. There’s a hint of distance even to her act, though, and Danny thinks Nate isn’t fooled.

“No n-n-need. Only wish I c-could have saved him s-s-sooner.” There’s real pain in the words, and Danny closes his eyes, his ear against Nate’s collarbone, feeling the vibration of his speech through his chest.

“I thought you said he doesn’t touch anyone now,” Corrine says, softly, to Ryan.

“Just Nate,” Ryan replies, bitterly. “Just him. Go on and ask about Dr. Laurent. I’m going to get these two changed and see if the cops’ll let us go back to the hotel for the night. I know they want us back in the morning. Dad, I’m sure you’ve got company business, just let me handle it.”

“You’re twenty-four, are you sure you’re capable-”

“Dad. I got this. Just go.” There’s a pause, but Danny doesn’t open his eyes. He listens, instead, to Nate’s heartbeat, to the sound of his breathing. He’s listened to it so many nights, crying into Nate’s shoulder praying Abraham won’t wake up at the sound, sleeping curled around him to get as far from Abraham as he can without breaking the rules on the nights he is told to get into the bed, the nights he is sick and Nate lays with him on the floor next to his mat until his fevers break.

“Just go,” Ryan says again, more heavily. “I’ll call you when they dismiss us. My room number is 218, and there’s only the one hotel so I can’t imagine you’ll struggle to find it. Mom, can you start looking for a therapist, I think he’s gonna need-”

“I’m sure he will, dear.” Corrine is quiet for a second, and then she says softly, “We’ll see you later, Danny, okay, darling?”

Why call me ‘darling’? It’s not like there are any cameras here

Shut up stop it

(no one else will ever love you now)

Joke’s on you, they didn’t love me then

“Red,” Danny mumbles against Nate, whose arm tightens just a little, warm and solid around his back. Nate is safety - Nate is certainty - Nate hasn’t ever hurt him without being forced to. “My name is Red and I belong to-”

“She knows, buddy,” Ryan says quickly. “Good night, Mom. Night, Dad. I’ll call you later.”

The door closes, and Danny feels they are gone, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He just lets himself rest against Nate, trying to remember that he is safe, that Abraham is locked to a hospital bed, tied down the way he used to tie Danny down, voiceless the way he used to make Danny voiceless.

“Th-those are your p-p-parents?” Nate asks, and Danny luxuriates in the simple safety of his low, deep voice.

“Yeah.” Ryan sighs, heavily. “I left you some clothes on the table. I don’t know how well they’ll fit, I mostly just kind of guessed, but the cops want what you were wearing when you set the fire, so… you’ll have to change. Look, I got us a hotel room. They’ll want you back tomorrow, but the last person I spoke to said it looks like you’re good to come back to the states after that.”

There’s a silence. “I d-d-don’t have anywhere t-to go,” Nate finally says, a little heavily. “M-my... everything is g-g-gone. I don’t-”

“Yeah, you do.” Danny hears the door open again, Ryan’s voice a little fainter with distance. “I’ve been living in Danny’s apartment, so he still has it.” There’s a long pause.

When Ryan speaks again, he sounds like he’s being forced to eat something he hates. “You’re coming home with us. With... with Red and I. I don’t know what the shit happened to him, but I can already tell I can’t do this by myself and trust me, my parents will only make it worse. I don’t like it, but… you’re coming with us. Get changed. I’ll go talk to the cops.”

The door closes, and the two of them are alone. Danny enjoys the silence, this time. It’s the silence he wants. He’s so hungry, but he can tell Nate about it later and Nate will give him permission to eat. Right now he just wants to breathe, to feel Nate’s warmth, to have something he knows here with him after it’s over.

Someone who is safe to talk to, to have wrong thoughts with. Someone who has wrong thoughts, too.

“R-Red?”

“Hm?” Danny finally pulls back, just enough to stand up at his full height, looking down a little at the older man. The self-protective coldness he holds himself with is gone now that they’re alone, his jaw softened, his mouth lifted in a half-smile right where the scar cuts slightly into his top lip. Danny loves him, he is so good for him, he will always be so good for Nate.

He belongs to Nate, now - now that Abraham is not his owner any longer, it has to be Nate, who saved him.

“I don’t th-th-think your b-brother likes me very much,” Nate says dryly.

Probably because he knows I’m yours, now, instead.

(look at you, puppy, I’ve made you so perfect for my Nate)

Danny huffs a nearly-soundless laugh.

Abraham is right, he is always right, about everything.

He is so perfect, for Nate.

He is so good.

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lilithsgayadoptednephew · 4 years

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Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

Chapter List

Chapter 16

Lucifer opened the broken front door with a bang.

"Boys!"

No answer.

"They're probably still too weak to move" Acacia suggested.

"What?" MC was surprised but still going along with it.

"The boys are really weak cause the humans are giving up sinning out of fear."

"Then how come you're still standing?" MC gestured to Lucifer.

"Naturally, as the oldest I am the strongest and can withstand much more than my brothers." He shifted Satan's weight over his shoulder as he spoke, not looking at MC.

"Or maybe pride's just a worse sin that's harder to give up." MC said coldly. Lucifer didn't respond. "The angels will find us here in no time, we have to get your brothers up."

"Yeah but we can't move 6 full grown men all by ourselves!" Acacia argued.

"I'm not leaving my brothers here, we'll just have to think of something."

Their spat was interrupted by someone approaching behind them. Lucifer spun around, claws bared and ready to fight. MC stretched an arm protectively in front of Acacia and summoned the bow from it's earring form. It glowed brightly and appeared in their hand, though it didn't look a whole lot like a bow.

It looked an awful lot like a 9mm pistol.

Staring down the barrel of the gun they scrutinized the intruder. Even across the large room they recognized the pristine white shawl and dark hair.

"I thought you were our friend Simon, what are you doing here?" They snarled.

Simon simply stared, he asked very carefully. "Is that…?"

MC kept the gun on Simon as Lucifer caught their eye. He was no longer threatening the intruder in favor of staring at the weapon MC had summoned.

"MC...where did you get that?"

"Does that really matter? Simon! Answer me!" They deflected.

"Yes it does matter! That is a Celestial weapon and--"

"That is my sister's weapon!" Lucifer snarled.

"She gave it to me ok, I'll tell you about it later!" MC yelled, baffled that this is what they were choosing to focus on. Lucifer stewed for a moment before training his attention back on Simon.

"You'd better leave before I tear your wings from your shoulder blades." He articulated. Simon raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"I'm here to apologize" he said sadly, "I really did want to stop this but I can't disobey Michael and I didn't get the locusts in time and…" he trailed off.

Lucifer seemed to relax, he cringed remembering how he used to follow orders like that.

"But look!" Simon took a horn out of his satchel and held it up with both hands. "I called the locusts away from Earth, you and your brothers should have enough strength to leave and lay low for a while."

No one said anything for a moment before Acacia chimed in.

"Well that solves that." She turned to head down the hall and wake the brothers.

Lucifer set Satan down on his feet and lightly slapped his face to wake him. MC kept their weapon on the angel who betrayed them, just for a moment more. Then they slowly lowered it to point at the ground. Sensing it was no longer needed it turned back into an earring and returned to its place.

Simon carefully put the horn back in his satchel and looked pleadingly at MC. "I really am sorry, I never wanted you or your sister to get mixed up in this."

"Yeah? What about them?" MC gestured to the quiet house. "They were your friends too."

Simon just looked at the ground. "Please understand it's for their own good."

Lucifer scoffed but said nothing.

MC thought about Simon, his job and his beliefs. Of course he only meant the best with his actions. He couldn't understand why the brothers could be hurt by going back.

"Ok" they said simply.

"You forgive me?"

"Yeah, I do, but I'm not whose forgiveness you should be looking for." With that MC turned to join Acacia. They didn't have much time.

0Watching from the alleys and streets of the greater Devildom, the brothers saw the angels invade their home. They only had what they could carry, which wasn't a lot given their dwindling strength and that some had to carry each other.

MC and Acacia checked bags making sure the essentials were there. Apophis sat on MCs shoulders, his enclosure had to be left in the house. Chester snuffled at Belphegor where he leaned heavily on Beel. Levi sat on the sidewalk trying not to cry, Henry 2.0s travel bowl in his lap.

Spirits were low as they took in the reality, their home was gone, they couldn't stay in the Devildom or they'd be found. The only thing they could do was return to the Celestial realm with Michael.

Who knows what punishments awaited them for their crimes. Not just during the war, but the millions of years of sin that came after the war. There was a chance he'd take them all apart and start over. Lucifer shuddered at the thought of crawling back to his creator, only to be told he had to be redone to make him better. To make him the angel his father wanted.

Lucifer was tired. He was so tired after months of almost no sleep and constant building stress. He was tired after the emotional turmoil he'd been through in such a short period of time. He sat on the pavement amongst the brothers that counted on him and he hung his head. He was so exhausted so utterly worn out and now he still faced his biggest challenge yet.

How to fix this.

How could he possibly save his family from returning to their life of oppression? How could he somehow make this better and pull everyone through this? The sad fact was that he couldn't. He couldn't do it, he was too tired and he had failed . Sitting on the ground without a home or an ally…

He wept.

So quiet no one noticed at first, he couldn't control it as every single thing he'd worried about came to fruition. It felt awful, so much worse than he'd imagined it would. He wept almost silently on the ground like a child, and he felt the worst he'd ever felt in his life.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Drying his tears quickly on his glove he glared daggers at whoever dared touch him in his moment of weakness. MC didn't look at him as they sat beside him, one hand on his shoulder. They didn't mention his state, and he was grateful because it let him pretend that perhaps they hadn't noticed. They let him collect himself before they spoke.

"You and your brothers will come with us back to earth."

He was silent as he rolled the words around in his head. Testing their weight and trying to decide what they meant. But they just sounded garbled to him, like static, meaningless.

They stood from their spot next to him and started speaking to Simon, but he didn't listen. He was too tired.

Some time later Simon knelt in front of him. He said something Lucifer was too tired to hear before helping him to his feet.

The angel placed a hand to the side of Lucifer's face, and everything went mercifully black.

0"You're sure he won't wake up?" MC spoke softly to the angel.

"Yes...he's so exhausted it's unsafe to change him while he's awake. He'll sleep for a few days at least" was Simon's forlorn response.

Mammon was visibly shaking from what they were going to do. He took MCs hand in his for support. "Do we have to be human?" He almost pleaded.

"Yes," Simon said quietly, "only humans may inhabit the Earth. If you are to seek shelter there you must undergo the change."

Mammon swallowed heavily, but nodded.

"Don't worry Mammoney, we’re not that bad" Acacia tried to comfort him. He smiled a little at her.

"Ok" MC announced "everyone ready?"

There were murmurs of reluctant agreement around the group. What other choice did they have?

Simon went from brother to brother. None of them really noticed a difference, but they were all shaken nonetheless.

"This is all I can help you with MC, this and my silence. The rest is up to you."

"Thank you Simon. We won't forget this." They said sincerely.

"Godspeed, little lamb" was his last reply.

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #Holy Hands

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softspots · 5 years

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commission fic for @ari-trash, who asked for demon!Anti and a very lustful Chase (inspired by this twitter thread)! I hope you enjoy!

(Read it here on AO3!)

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Chase slipped through the curtain of the confessional and sat down quietly, making the sign of the cross as he waited for his priest to speak.

It seemed like the silence stretched on longer than normal - or maybe it just felt that way because of his shame - but eventually his priest began. “May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust in his mercy,” he said in his warm, kind voice.

Chase nodded at the man’s slightly shadowy figure through the screen between them. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” he recited. “My last confession was nine weeks ago and these are my sins.” He took a breath and lowered his eyes, guilt rising up in him as he listed off all that he’d done. “I’ve let myself be… lustful. Promiscuous. Six times this month I’ve gone home with men I met in bars and had sex with them. I’ve been drawn to pornography, I watch it often at home; even in public a few times, on my phone with earbuds, if I think I can do it without being caught. And I - I posted a video of myself masturbating on an adult website because I wanted others to - ” He swallowed hard, his face hot with embarrassment. “I wanted others to see my body and post lustful comments so I could read them and enjoy them. In addition to all of this, I have allowed lust to cloud my mind too many times to count; I think about engaging in obscene acts almost constantly. That is all I remember, Father.”

He tried not to shift or squirm as finished speaking, every inch of him filled with shame. Why, why had God given him this to struggle with? Sins of the flesh were the most humiliating of all to confess, and he should know, considering how many times he’d been in this exact situation before seeking forgiveness for similar transgressions. Why couldn’t he get a hold of himself? Why did he have to be so - so damned insatiable?

“Describe your sinful thoughts to me, my son,” his priest said. “What is it that rises up in your mind in these moments of weakness you have?”

Chase shrank into himself. His blush must be up to the tips of his ears by now. He didn’t want to admit to the dirty details, they were so embarrassing; but his priest was only trying to help him, right? He was a good, kind man. His voice was soft and soothing as it floated through the thin screen separating them. He was a man of God, he could be trusted. And his voice was so gentle, drawing the truth from his tentative lips like a kiss. His voice could be trusted.

“I… they aren’t moments of weakness, Father,” he said. “It’s all the time. It’s nearly every minute of the day. I’m always, always thinking about sex. I think about - I specifically think about being taken by other men. Letting them… use my body as they please.” He squeezed his legs together tightly as a new wave of heat spread over him; this time it wasn’t shame. This time it was excitement.

He began to panic as he realized. Oh no, please, no, he couldn’t be like this now! Not in front of his priest, not in the middle of his confession! He had to stop, he needed space to breathe and calm down, he needed -

“Go on,” his priest prompted tenderly. His voice was so strangely wonderful. Chase had never known a voice to sound so nice. Hearing it calmed his racing thoughts immediately, though the heat within his body remained.

He didn’t need to leave, he thought, all the fear draining away. He needed to keep talking. He needed to confess, confess to everything. Just like his priest had told him to in his lovely, lovely voice.

“I fantasize about being fucked hard,” he said, not even giving a thought to how he’d just used vulgar language in church. “I want to be bent over and spread open so huge, fat cocks can shove inside me. I want to be a whore, I want to moan and drool while I’m pounded by dick after dick and filled with cum. Nothing is ever enough for me, I always want more; even after I let the men I meet in bars take me home and fuck me I’m still not satisfied, I have to use toys - I have so many toys, I ride them until I can’t even walk. That’s what I posted online, a video of me fucking myself with one of my dildos. People said it was so hot, they called me a slut in the comments… I loved it.”

“Are you becoming aroused as you tell me this, my son?” his priest asked. Chase realized foggily that he’d taken off his t-shirt; he was holding it loosely in one while his other hand was fumbling with the button of his jeans. When had he started to take his clothes off, he wondered, his mind feeling distant. And when had it gotten so hot in the confessional? It felt like someone had lit a fire, his skin was shiny with sweat and he swore the air in front of him was wavering with the heat.

“Yes, Father,” he said through increasingly heavy breaths. His heart was thumping loudly and his cock was hard and aching in the pants he was struggling to take off. “I’m very aroused, I’m - I’m so horny, Father. I want to be fucked right now, I want a cock inside me right now!”

His priest spoke again and now his voice was deeper, darker, different, but no less beautiful and every bit as compelling as before. “Touch yourself, child,” he purred. “These thoughts and desires of yours are overwhelming, aren’t they? You must satisfy them. Touch yourself.”

He stopped trying to shove his pants and underwear down and just pulled his cock out to start rutting into his hand mindlessly. Everything just kept getting hotter and hotter and this whole thing was wrong but it was making him feel so good. “I want you to touch me,” he whined. “I want you to fuck me. Will you? I want it so much… you’ll be rough like I need, right? You won’t be like everyone else I’ve let have me, I know it, I know you won’t; you’ll make me a slut like I wanna be. You’ll fuck me right here in church and make me scream so everyone here’s and knows I’m being a little whore in the house of God. You’ll do it, won’t you? Right?” His hand was pumping up and down his cock so fast it was nearly a blur. He tried to work his other hand down into his jeans to finger himself, but they were too tight and his skin was too sticky with sweat and the desperation to have something, anything inside him was driving him insane.

“Please fuck me,” he begged, pressing his forehead against the delicate screen keeping him from his priest. “Please, you - you did this, you made me so horny, you have to help me! Your voice…” He trailed off, trying to catch his breath in the intense heat of the confessional. “I love your voice, it takes everything away… everything except this. I don’t know why I came here, I don’t care but please, fuck me! I’ll do anything!”

“Anything, boy?”

Chase gasped. He was there in front of him, his priest - but he wasn’t his priest. He looked like his priest, he had the face and body of his priest, but… his eyes. His eyes were pitch-black and searing as they gazed down at him in amusement.

It wasn’t his priest. It was a demon wearing his priest’s flesh. And Chase didn’t care.

He threw himself at the demon, wrapping his arms around its too-hot body and grinding his cock against the stolen robes it wore. “Yes, anything!”

“Will you give unto me your body?”

“Yes!”

“Will you give unto me your mind?”

“Yes!”

“Will you give unto me your soul, child?”

Chase all but sobbed, overcome with lust. “Yes! All of it! Everything, anything! You can have it! Just fuck me, please!”

The demon placed a hand under his chin and tilted his head up, directing Chase to look at him. He’d changed; the face and body of his kindly older priest was gone and now the demon looked… like Chase himself. But sharper, leaner, far more dangerous. His eyes were still a glittering black and now a horrible, gaping wound had appeared on his throat, oozing dark blood onto his collar bones and bare chest. Somewhere in his clouded mind Chase understood that this was a terrifying creature and he needed to run for his very life.

But he needed it to fuck him. So he squeaked but didn’t struggle as the demon slammed him against the wall of the confessional with one hand, using the other to tear Chase’s jeans and underwear to shreds with a gleaming knife that materialized in his palm. Chase felt the blade ghost over his skin as it destroyed his clothes and shuddered at the ice-cold touch; it was a drastic contrast to the suffocating heat all around him.

“Good boy,” the demon rumbled in his ear, lifting Chase up by his hips like he weighed nothing and pulling his legs around its waist. “Your soul is a lovely little thing, I’m quite pleased to be its new owner. Now, I believe there was something you needed?”

Every last trace of air was snatched from his lungs as the demon rammed its cock inside him, burying itself to the hilt.

Somehow it didn’t hurt; there was no pain aside from the usual semi-pleasant ache that came with being filled. The demon gave him no time to adjust to its - truly massive - size before beginning to thrust hard, using its grip on Chase’s waist to bounce him up and down like a toy.

“You’re all mine now,” it said over the flood of moans and cries that spilled from Chase’s lips. “Every little piece of you belongs to me. You’ll be a treat to have down in Hell, I’m sure of that. If you’d care to know the name of the one you now serve, I am the demon - ”

It spoke a word that clashed within Chase’s ears and made him cringe. He didn’t understand the name at all and he knew he could never hope to repeat it, but the sound of it was horrible.

The demon laughed at his reaction. “But you could have no use for such a name. You may call me by the first part of it: Anti. Or better yet, simply call me Master.”

Chase gasped as the confessional caught fire - bright green fire. The flames overtook the walls and the curtain, burning them away and surrounding Chase and the demon Anti. Instead of crackling and popping, the fire shrieked and cried like tortured souls. Anti kept fucking him, slamming against Chase’s prostate over and over as the fire rose up around them. Chase could do nothing but wail in pleasure as the blaze consumed them.

“Look at where you are, my pet,” Anti said, letting his cock slip out of Chase’s opened hole so he could turn him around. He manhandled him effortlessly and once Chase was arranged how he wanted - his back to Anti’s chest, facing outward - he dropped him back down onto his enormous cock and continued making Chase ride him. Chase whined at the sudden emptiness and moaned loudly at the return of Anti’s cock - his Master’s cock, his demon Master’s huge perfect cock that filled him up so good - but didn’t forget the order Anti had given. He looked out at all that stood before him and his eyes widened in shock and awe.

He was in Hell. It was everything and nothing like he’d imagined it to be.

“Welcome home,” Anti murmured with a hint of a taunt in his voice. He wrapped his hand around Chase’s throat for a moment and when it fell away something hot, heavy and metal appeared in its place.

A collar. He whimpered, cock twitching and dripping.

“Consider that your uniform, little concubine. Although it’s still missing its final touch.” Anti began to fuck him even harder, even faster, even rougher. Chase howled, back arching and eyes rolling back in his head as he was totally, utterly ruined by his Master’s cock.

“You begged to be filled with cum, didn’t you? Well, fear not, pet; your cup runneth over.”

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