ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ { Yandere Obey Me Oneshots }

💙 Angelic Wings {Yandere Lucifer}



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I hope you enjoy!

This chapter is gender neutral! Remember my requests are open!

TW: Violence, Gore, NSFW, Rape?

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Lucifer always hated how angelic you were, it made him feel all the more sinful, dirty, and corrupt in day to day life when beside you. 

The actions taken since meeting you has helped in no matter whatsoever. The amount of times he'd watch as a splash of crimson, splashed across your cheek, makes the guilt eat away at him easily. Lucifer wasn't entirely delusional, he knew it was wrong, he just didn't give a shit, whether morals, or humanities spoke to him. The black haired demon, had sent an angel to eternal damnation, chained to the dark, murky, and cloudy lands of Devildom. However in a way he feels closer to pure rays of white light to you, then any substance. Nostalgia washing over him like a wave, he drowns yearning for the bright rays of Celestial light against his skin, to be the angel he once was. In truth your presence held him still in a rut of sorts. The feelings of inferiority to you, for those pure white wings that sprung from your back, that would flutter oh so delicately, that looked so easy to just pluck piece by piece from your vertebrae. 

The red eyed demon couldn't help himself, as his gloved hands slipped delicately, from the nape of your neck, trailing the indent where your spine held your form up in its mass. Lucifer's gaze lowered, thoughts quiet, as he slowly slipped his hands out of his gloves. The demon caresses your wings, folding, and extending it out like your arms, its mannerisms following that of a part of you, soul, mind, heart, and body. Red nails graze your skin, sharp contact, and you wince, as it suits your flesh, crimson liquid, slowly sliding down your back, to the ground. You hold yourself still, the scars, saying all that it needs to, you bite down on the inside of your cheek. Holding your voice back. Lucifer presses himself into your back, nose dug into your shoulder blade, as he takes a sharp inhale, then exhales, he sighs. 

Fingers trailing all along your flesh, paying special attention to your wings, as they flutter softly with the added attention, and delicate detail. Lucifer slowly strips down your body bare, in full display to his hungry eyes, he caresses your form beautifully. The demon stoops to the ground with you, continuing the previous ritual, he pulls your face to him, a hand gripping the sides of your face, he locks his lips with yours. 

"You're wings are such a pure delicate white" the demon's spoke softly inches away from your lips, he hums as he readies to speak again. "Like the lands of the Celestial Realm, a pure first snow of winter" Lucifer speaks, grazing his bare hands, along your spine, and your wings. His affections felt kind, so you didn't even pay any mind to the nails that began to bloody your back. Slowly he pulls himself to your ear, time for a deep inhale and exhale. Lucifer speaks in a hushed whisper, like it was all a faint secret only he and you could know, "I plan to have them look just as they did after the Celestial War". The demon speaks, and your eyes widen, you instinctively pull away, retracting yourself from him, knowing just what he had in store for you. However he grips you by the nape of your neck, pushing it down to the wooden flooring of his room, a harsh contact is made. Tears run down your cheeks, the wood of the ground consoling you better than him, you begged, and pleaded to him, as loud as you knew you were going to be in pain. Lucifer is silent, which edges you on further, however his silence fades into laughter, of your weeping pathetic state. Maybe if you beg loud enough, he'd stop? As if. The demon was cruel, slow, and enjoyed your fear to the point of lust. 

Lucifer gripped you by the neck, pulling you to your knees, he springs out his lustful self. Forcing you to suck him off, as he tentatively plucked each wing, he saw how desperate you grew, with each motion you took. How your breathing would hitch, and your lips tighten around him, with each pluck. Your tears fell to your neck, which he had a safe hand on, as an always knowing threat. Lucifer coos. However as he finishes down your throat, seeing your sobbing delirious face, he smiles one last time, a smirk inbedded in his voice.

"A bird in a golden cage doesn't need wings," Lucifer utters in a soft growl. In a singular motion, the pain is embedded into your very spine, you screamed, as blood ran down your flesh, your vision blurring,  and the last thing you see, a coy smile on Lucifers thin lips, he mouthed the words.

"Goodnight Angel"

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Word Count: 1034

Song of The Day: Trunk - Phonk Killer

Hello Angels! I hope you enjoyed todays update! Sorry if it was a bit grimm. Also! I recently published a Leviathan x Camera Girl Reader! If you're interested check it out :D.

Remember Requests are open! Look at the Introduction for more elaboration on requests, you can still request things involving NSFW/Smut/Lemon, yet unless I'm interested in it I won't, actually write it. Everything else I will in fact write, and their is no such thing as too specific. Be safe! Make sure to be taking care of yourselves! If you haven't already please get something to eat, something to drink, maybe some rest! And if anyone hasn't told you this yet today I'm proud of you! I hope you all have a lovely day/night/ morning/ afternoon! I love you all!