Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Oneshots/Imagines

Promised - Lucifer Morningstar *Smut

By: cherienymphe - Tumblr

Warning: the following one-shot contains CNC and may be triggering to some readers.

Fog twisted around your feet as the rough grass tickled your skin. Your hands were outstretched, but you couldn't see past a foot in front of you. Your steps were slow, unsure, and you looked around you. You were alone.

"Hello?"

Your voice echoed, confirming what you already knew, and nervousness overtook you. You slowly began to recognize these woods, and you frowned. You knew these trees, you'd grown up playing in these trees. You took another step forward, and a root suddenly took hold of your foot.

You stumbled back, only to fall as another root wrapped around your other foot. A scream tore from your lips as you reached out, hissing when more roots slithered around you, biting into your exposed skin. You tried to push yourself forward, but they pulled you back. One snaked around your head, forcing itself into your mouth as your screams became muffled.

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You rolled your shoulder as you descended the stairs, a frown on your face as you walked into the kitchen. Your roommates looked up at you in concern as you reached for a mug, letting out a contented sigh at the smell of coffee.

"Another bruise?" Maya asked, worry filling her dark eyes as she eyed you.

"Yeah," you sighed as you poured the steaming liquid into your cup.

"Did you ever go to the doctor?" your other roommate asked, his deep voice accusatory.

"I did, actually," you said, cutting your eyes to him with a small glare. "Just like you suggested. She said that its clearly something I'm doing in my sleep, probably the result of nightmares I just can't remember."

Damien scoffed, approaching you, shaking his dark hair out of his eyes.

"She's an idiot. How could you possibly be doing this to yourself?" he wondered aloud as he pulled your shirt down your shoulder.

Both of them hissed as they eyed the dark coloring along your skin.

"Jesus," Maya gasped, getting a closer look.

"Is it worse? It didn't look that bad before I took a shower this morning," you mused.

"This is ridiculous, Y/N. There's no way you could be doing this to yourself. This has been going on, for what, months now?" Maya questioned, outraged.

You brushed past her with a shrug, wincing as you did so.

"I'm considering getting a sleep study done, because I don't know how much longer I can deal with this," you complained.

Damien snorted from behind his own mug, and you eyed him. You glanced at Maya to see that she was doing the same.

"What?"

"You know my thoughts on the matter," he murmured.

"For Christ's sake, not this again," Maya mumbled as she left the kitchen.

You stared after her before resting your gaze on him, his hazel eyes studying you.

"Look, Maya didn't grow up in the kind of households we did. She doesn't believe in this stuff, but you do, and you know just like I do that something strange is going on here, Y/N," he whispered.

You shook your head. You'd had this conversation with Damien before, and while Maya simply wrote his words off, you couldn't. The both of you had grown up in religious households, and even if you wanted to stay far away from any of your parents' beliefs, they'd been ingrained into your brain for years.