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the way you do the things you do / angus tully x reader — part one

summary / chaos is only natural when barton's resident misfit strikes up a bond with the middle child of the school's most despised instructor.

warnings / none

word count / 1,300+

hii! this one goes out to the very wise anon who suggested a plot revolving around angus and mr. hunham's kid, which, i must say, is an utterly brilliant concept. however, it turned out to be a lot longer than just a mere one-shot like my first one had been, so it'll probably end up being two or three parts. i hope that's okay, lovely anon. thank you for sharing your brilliance with me!

Moreso than anything else, the relationship between the two of you started as an agreement. Well, an unspoken one, but an agreement nonetheless. Somebody had to look out for the two of you, on equal footing as outliers, as social rejects, as the odd men out. No one could be better for that role than you yourselves.

To your utter dismay, ever since your parents made the decision to ship you off to Barton Academy in order to get you “the best education available” for high school (which was made possible by your father’s half-off tuition staff discount), you found yourself under a level of scrutiny that you never once faced at your old public junior high. It was not your intention to be perceived as the offspring of the most hated man there, either, but word travels quicker than a deer crossing the road at Barton. A concept introduced to the dean on a Sunday morning ends up widely-understood knowledge by a Monday evening. You’d already been written off as the ‘spawn of Satan’ before you even started your first class. Tough fuckin’ luck.

On the other hand, Angus’s isolation was entirely self-imposed. Following several years of what his mother had promised would be a “short-lived maintenance phase,” he became fed up with the entire process — the constant shifting and forced socialization and paperwork and meetings with headmasters. Lather, rinse, repeat, over and over until he felt utterly insane. He grew to resist society’s forced conditioning of him, lashing out the only way he knew how, through acts of adolescent rebellion. Due to how much you contrast from your stickler father, you eventually saw eye to eye with Angus on this. Once you had finally worn him down to the point of dragging a tragic backstory out of him, you understood why, because, of course no teenager could possibly be interested in the art of befriending their peers and engrossing themselves in a community at their third consecutive school.

But it didn’t start off too swimmingly.

He entered your life on the strangest day of the week, during the least-interesting possible time of year — a Thursday in late February. You learned of his arrival through the grapevine, mere hours before you first saw him. Perched at a seat towards the very corner of the dining hall, you had become increasingly intrigued by the nearby nonstop chatter from a group populated by Georgie Jackson, Philip McNamara, Billy Wolfe, and Teddy Kountze, a rare sight in the seven o’clock breakfast setting, which was typically chock full of half-dead, completely exhausted teenagers.

“You wanna bet it’s gonna be another freak?” Teddy had grumbled, shaking his head dismissively at something optimistic Georgie must have said. “They’re half the school, at this point.”

He not-so-transparently nodded towards you, earning him in-sync laughs from the more agreeable Philip and Billy, and a halfhearted head shake from Georgie. “Christ, dude. And you wonder why we’re the only kids who tolerate you.”

Teddy threw his hands up defensively. “Hey, I’m just sayin’! We could benefit from someone actually cool and fun.”

“God, could you imagine how cool a girl would be?” Billy daydreamed, practically drooling.

The shaggy-haired blonde smirked. “You’re telling me. That’s all I wanted since I first enrolled here. Would be nice if old man Woodrup would do what the student body actually wants, for once.”

“Instead,” Philip piped up, wearing a dejected pouty frown. “I’m hearing this guy got kicked outta three different schools.”

Your curiosity piqued, you finally jumped in, against your better judgment. “What could possibly get a teenage boy tossed from not one, not two, but three schools? That sounds utterly ridiculous.”

The energy sufficiently changed as Teddy shot you a poisonous glare, you watched the trio of his small-time henchmen sink into their seats, seemingly anxious at how angry you were about to make him. His scrunched-up face twisted into a confident smirk, like he was one-thousand percent confident he could ensure you would never speak to him again. “What’s it to you, Walleye Jr.? You think I’d lie about some shit like that? Would you tell your daddy if I did?”

A scoff escaping your throat, you leaned back into your seat, slightly dejected. “Well, no, but-”

“That’s what I thought,” Teddy said, his lackeys chuckling in unison, practically on cue. “And you wonder why you don’t have any friends, loser.”

Just like that, enforced unnecessary social hierarchy had left you right back where you were before, with more questions than you could ever get proper answers for.

Once lunch period rolled around, you figured you may as well not try your luck again.

Wrapping a gentle fist against the surface of your father’s door, you barely had to stand by for more than a few moments before he greeted you, the smile that he saved for you and the rest of your family plastered across his cheeks as he slung an arm across your shoulder, pulling you into a casual hug. Due to the academy’s policy of teacher’s children not being allowed to take their parent’s classes to avoid favoritism, you no longer spent time with him every day as you typically did with your mother back home. The reunion was definitely something you had been yearning for since you last saw him, even though it must have been no less than a week ago last Sunday. For the first time in far too long, something at Barton brought joy back to you.

“How have you been, sweetheart?” your father asked, his reading glasses bouncing slightly on the bridge of his nose as he sat back down at his desk. He pointed to the chair on the other end of it, offering it to you. You gladly accepted, tugging the seat out and sliding into it.

You shrugged at the question, trying not to pay Kountze and his gang of blockheads too much mind. “Fine. Haven’t really done anything too notable or special.”

“Well, hey,” he offered, sliding a sheet labeled roll call across the desk to you. “Maybe this’ll brighten your spirits, despite how much the prospect of it annoys me.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, you instantly know what he was referring to, your eyes catching on the highlighted name sandwiched between Neil Sweeney and Todd Wedderling, bearing an emboldened word next to it — Angus Tully (NEW). And then, like it were on cue, the door behind the two of you swung open, revealing the sight of an instantly-enrapturing bearer of deeply brown eyes.

“Ah, Mr. Tully,” your father remarked, rising from the desk to greet him. “What a coincidence. I was just introducing them to you.”

Angus snorted. “All good things, I hope.”

“You’ve yet to prove us otherwise,” the older man quipped, before quickly turning toward you. “This is my middle child, the one Dr. Woodrup told you about. They’re a sophomore like you, so even though you won’t be in my class together, I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

Picking up on the hint, you offer the other teenager a hand, which he casually shakes. “Pleasure to meet you, Angus.”

The brunette offered a crooked half-smile, enough to draw one out of you, too. “Nice to meet you as well.” Everything about him seemed natural — the way he didn’t force his grin, the warmth of his palm, the distinct waviness of his mud-shaded curls. This school left you perpetually surrounded by well-off jackasses, standing where they were currently placed via generational wealth, rather than strength and perseverance, working off of their own merits as your father had. Not to say that Tully was dissimilar in that manner, but he just felt so distinctly different, like he was not even trying to cultivate a phony persona in the effort of impressing others. If only everyone were like him. Maybe Barton would be bearable after all.

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midnight-vixn · 1 year

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I like to imagine the demons going into heat/rut or whatever, and you use a potion/spell to make your clit a dick so they can breed and be bred whenever the mood switches for them 🥰 I’m also just genderqueer so I love the idea of having both properly working worlds

*slams fists on table* I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS!!! God I’m am SO glad you sent this ask!!!

💋 Rut Season & Heat Cycles

Reader has the ability to have a dick or pussy thanks to the power of ✨magic✨ literally. All brothers included.

Cw: MAJOR breeding kink, somnophilia (consensual), cockwarming, marking, pegging, exhibitionism, cum lots and lots of cum, cream pies, possessive/territorial behavior, collars, threesomes, demon form fucking, sex toys tons of sex toys, free use/poly relations, marking, demons being demons (a little death/death threats)

Pre-Rut

Before actual Rut begins there are major changes in the demons around you that signal the upcoming season. The brothers will argue more often, occasionally shoving each other and knocking things out of their hands, unusually rude behavior coming from all of them that differs from the norm. They dote on you a little more though, trying to give you small gifts, asking for alone time more often. The closer to Rut you get the more aggressive and territorial they become, you start finding your clothes (not just underwear) covered in their scent, marking you and trying to claim you before the season starts.

Rut Season

Rut season occurs during the early spring in the Devildom and last about three weeks; all demons are affected by it. Thanks to the intense hormones running rampant, demon forms are taken and fights break out constantly between dominant males fighting for a piece of ass, because of this Diavolo makes the decision to shut down RAD during Rut. You and Solomon are prime targets for any demon that’s ever had a thing for you, so naturally Solomon is locked away at Purgatory Hall for the time being and you reside inside the walls of the HoL…lucky you💋

The Twins

Beelzebub and Belphegor normally have no issues, they rarely fight, they spend most of their time together, they share everything including you. Not during Rut though…

Beel is the gentle giant of the family and though he’s one of the youngest (therefore weaker) he has the most testosterone flowing through him which makes him deadly during Rut. His usual soft demeanor is gone and a low growl stays in his chest the entire month, especially when other demons get too close to his things, specifically you. His brothers avoid him at all costs, the only ones who dare enter the same room as him are Lucifer and Satan who would gladly get into a fight during Rut.

Beel will challenge anyone and anything that annoys him but is still sweet on you. Well…as sweet as he can be. When he gets ahold of you don’t expect to leave or walk anytime soon. Beel has a breeding kink that lies dormant normally but during Rut that’s all he can think about, even if you can’t get pregnant that won’t stop him from pumping you full. Mating press yes, but honestly he loves fucking you from behind even more so he can watch his cum leak back out of you after the seventh load. His mind is completely blank except for breed. There’s no sweet kisses or praises like usual just rough animal like grunts and growls as he rails you into next year. Beel loves to fuck you in his room or the kitchen so his brothers know he’s marked you recently.

Belphie ditches his usual laid back attitude and adopts a rather possessive one, if you spend time with him he wants no one else in the room. He doesn’t want them to look at you, talk to you, think about you or even be in the same room. A lot of it stems from being isolated for so long, the rest of it stems from him be the weakest demon in the house. He wasn’t graced with the bulk of hormones his twin was and knows that if one of his brothers really wanted to fight for you he would lose. Which is why he makes you spend time with him in the attic, the only brother who wanders up there is Beel and even that causes issues at times.

Belphie does a 180 on his normal “you do all the work and I’ll provide the cock” approach to sex. His somno kink kicks in big time during Rut, if you aren’t already sleeping with him at night you can expect to wake up to him fucking you/giving you head in your room. He absolutely loves when you ride him in reverse cowgirl so he can watch your ass and pull your hips down harder but he also loves to have you pressed deep into the pillows while he fucks you senseless and you reach up to choke him a little (or a lot). He’ll mostly fuck you in the attic to keep you away from his brothers but he’ll also fuck you on the couch in the main living room or the observatory.

The first Rut you experienced was terrifying, a simple afternoon with Belphie in the attic— who was busy sucking on your neck and feeling you up— quickly turned violent when Beelzebub showed up wanting you for himself. The first real fight you had ever seen the twins get into, actually yelling at each other and locking horns as they fought over who would have you. If you hadn’t suggested the threesome Belphie would’ve been pinned into submission pretty quickly by his brother who was already towering over him while growling low enough to make your stomach flip. After that you learned pretty quickly how to avoid another fight. Beel would never hurt you, even if he had his horns locked with his brother, so if you could calm him down by running your hands over his chest and asking him to share then you could deescalate the tension. The sheer force in which the two of them fucked you however, you could not avoid.

Asmodeus

If you think Asmo is normal you’re sadly mistaken, he’s a fucked up guy really. You forget his demonic side pretty quickly but boy does it show back up during Rut. Asmo gets plenty of sex year round so he’s not as horribly horny as his brothers but he becomes very territorial over you. He’ll take you out to lunch or go shopping (secretly so Lucifer and Diavolo don’t find out) because he knows you need some time away from the house. May the Demon King himself help the poor bastard that tries to get near you though, Asmo is quick to put them in their place, threatening to disembowel them and sell their body parts for shoe money, all while wearing a beautiful smile on his face.

Asmodeus has never been one to shy away from a good time. He’ll gladly please you whenever and wherever, in his room, under the table at dinner, in the dressing room at Majolish, in a back room at The Fall, literally anywhere he can sneak off with you. You can go to his room to escape his insatiable brothers but you have to pay the price, which is letting him finger you/stroke you off while you sit between his legs and he praises you for what a good little human you are. Asmo always makes your legs weak when you fuck but during Rut it’s like you forget how to walk altogether.

Satan

Second in line right under Beel for “Avoid at all Cost” during Rut. His temper and hormones clash to create one very aggressive dominant male. The normal hopeless romantic who tries to keep his sin in check is now a raging beast set out to pick a fight with any one who crosses his path. The fights that have occurred when Satan and Lucifer bump into each other in the hall have cost more to repair than Mammon has ever racked up in credit card debt. Once you arrive Satan tries to stay in his room for the most part during Rut, hoping to eliminate the possibility of you being hurt from one of the fights.

You’re too good to him though, you stop by to check on him and that’s where you mess up. You barely get a “hi” out before Satan has you pressed against his door, stripped naked and his cock rutting against your thighs. His hands travel over your body and a deep growl fills your ear right before he buries himself inside you, fucking you hard enough that you’re almost certain the door will give way at any moment. Satan develops a breeding kink the first Rut you spend with him, his preferred position to breed you in is face down ass up so he can mount you and bite down on your shoulders when he cums. Satan makes sure to fuck you hard enough to make your screams reach every corner of the HoL knowing that Lucifer is bound to hear it.

(If you’re brave enough and think you can survive the fuck fest, Rut is a good time to try a threesome with Satan and Lucifer. The odds improve surprisingly)

Leviathan

Rut turns Levi into an entirely different demon. Much more confident and a lot bolder than usual, this is where you see his “Admiral of Hell’s Navy” side shine. He spends less time in his room mainly because he’s looking for you, he hates when his brothers have already beat him to the punch and have you in their lap or on their lips. Normal Levi would back off and wallow in pity, Rut Levi gets overly jealous and claims what’s his. If it’s one of his younger brothers (minus Beel) he’ll pull you off and steal you, if it’s Lucifer or Mammon he’ll challenge them for you in a horns locked dominance display. If he loses then he’ll sulk in his room until you finish and find him later.

You can’t enter his room without his dicks being in you somehow, be it one or both. If he’s gaming then you’re cockwarming one and stroking the other until he’s done, if you try to watch tv he’s got you flat on your stomach while he fucks you senseless so you can still see the screen (not that you can focus when he has both cocks in your hole). Levi has a HUGE human kink that he’ll deny with all his power under normal circumstances, but during Rut he’s got zero shame and will fuck you with his tail while he tells you how defenseless you are against a demon like him. Levi is overly possessive in Rut and will only fuck you in his or your room, but he loves to fuck you against the door so your moans and screams bleed out into the hall for his brothers to hear.

Mammon

Everyone forgets how powerful Mammon actually is until Rut comes around. He’s still sweet on you, he’ll still make sure you’re happy and in the 20 minutes between rounds he’ll be goofy like normal. But the minute anyone tries to get close to you, his eyes go dark, he growls and his wings spread out to appear bigger. You remember all those times Mammon referred to you as “his human”? Yeah…he meant it. You’re his! That lower demon who made a pass at you a few months ago? Mammon spots him around town and beats the life out of him. The asshole who made you feel bad about yourself last week? Dead. Corpse brought back as a trophy/present for you. His brothers aren’t all that safe either. They get a little too close? A little too handsy? Make a comment he thinks is out of line? He has them shoved up against the wall, growling and baring his fangs, telling them to back the hell off. The only one he won’t straight up deck in the face is Lucifer, but he’ll still butt heads and bow up at him.

If Mammon is the only brother you’re partnered with that’s great because you basically live in his room the entire month. If you’re poly then you’re in for one hell of a fight the first time. Mammon goes from clingy to territorial very quickly, his arm is always around you, his lips always on your neck, he’s ready to fuck you anywhere at all times. And he does. No room or surface is safe or off the table, he does not care who sees or walks in, in fact he’ll bend you over and fuck you in front of his brothers just to show who you belong to. If the two of you are relaxing (or trying to) and another brother starts talking to you for too long or his eyes start to wander over your body Mammon will slip his hand down your pants and start fucking with you as a dominance display. His brothers know to fuck off real quick, Beel and Lucifer are the only two who will stay and try to fight over you.

Lucifer

First born, Avatar of Pride, strongest of his brothers…boy does he show it during Rut. His well composed attitude and strict love of rules and behaving is decimated the instant Rut begins. He’s the strongest and he knows it! He holds his head high because he knows none of his brothers can top him, Beelzebub may try to challenge him and Lucifer will entertain it before putting him in his place. His brothers typically avoid him, keeping close eye when he enters a room and backing off when he approaches you. Lucifer has no problem interrupting you and one of the others even if they’re balls deep in you, he wants you, he’s taking you and no one puts up a fight…except Satan. This is where that threesome can come in to play, leaving you stuffed full while they hate/jealous fuck you.

You were warned about Rut Season long before it happened, but no one warned you about the danger that is Lucifer Morningstar himself. Pride going into full swing in an unexpected way leaves you flustered and helpless every time you leave your room. See, Rut Lucifer knows he’s the best mate in the house so he walks around shirtless, showing off his normally well covered chest and arms, and the loose sweatpants he sports give you a perfect view of his constantly rock hard cock. You think you’d be less flustered going by his office so no one can see you staring but you’d be wrong, if Lucifer is in his room or office he’s completely naked and masturbating but don’t let that stop you. He’ll happily invite you in, reveling in the way you watch him fuck his fist while you talk, very quickly pinning you against the wall and ripping your bottoms off. Normal Lucifer would only fuck you in his room or office at home or RAD, Rut Lucifer will fuck you anywhere he pleases. Bending you over any table or counter he finds, fucking you in the hallway against the wall or hell even on the floor. He leaves you full of his cum every time and loves to watch it run down your thighs as you walk down the halls of the house.

Heat Cycles 💋

Demons typically go in to heat twice a year and it’s completely different for each demon with some going in to heat up to eight times a year. Heat lasts about five to seven days and during this week the affected demon becomes incredibly submissive and is consumed with the desire to be bred even if unable to produce an offspring. Much like a menstrual cycle in humans, demons who spend a lot of time together can have their heats sink up which leads to some very…unusual events at the HOL.

Aide from your local Shady Sorcerer

The brothers love you the way you are, but if you’re willing to help them out to the fullest they’ll gladly accept any changes. If you weren’t born with a certain sex then Solomon has an easy remedy to fix that! A spell that allows you to switch between your choice of genitalia at will and allows you to use and feel everything like normal, nothing comes free though he definitely has an ulterior motive up his sleeve ;)

Lucifer

Lucifer hates going into heat, his pride literally makes him feel sick over it because typically the only way to satiate the burning feeling in his stomach is to find a mate or similar. Before your arrival Lucifer would lock himself away in his bedroom the entire week, phone turned off and door cursed so no one could contact him…and no one could hear him fucking himself. Lucifer ignores his urges on the regular but when in heat they become far too strong to ignore, he fucks his fist desperately hoping to alleviate the knot in his stomach but to no avail. Hunched over on his bed, face red with frustration and desire, his sheets covered in ropes of cum, Lucifer curses his sin for not allowing him to just find a random demon to fuck him, for needing the perfect mate. Then you come along.

The first heat Lucifer has during your stay he’s morbidly embarrassed, praying to the Demon King himself that you don’t notice the change in his behavior. He won’t ask for your help the first time, he needs time to trust you before showing you that vulnerable side, but he acts different around you. His tone is softer, he walks a little behind you instead of beside you in the halls, he tries to keep eye contact with you but will turn away when it’s too much. Once he lets you help him he becomes so helplessly wrapped up in you. He asks that you take it slow— this is his first time having a partner during such an intense feeling— he’ll lay on his side and make out with you while you prep him with your lubed fingers, moaning softly when you stretch him just right. His cock is throbbing and leaking all over his stomach and yours, he gets impatient and reaches down to stroke yours, moaning at the thought of having you inside him. Turn him over and smack his ass, his face is bright red while watching you over his shoulder, spread his ass apart and tell him how hard you’re about to fuck him. His heat is the one time he prefers degrading over praise, call him your slut, tell him his hole was made for your cock, tell him he’s yours! Leave hickeys all over his throat and hand prints on his ass, he wants to be claimed as yours for everyone to see. Lucifer only had two heats before you arrived but now his body goes through a extra one every year and if it lands when you’re in the human world he throws a fit! He’s calling you for phone sex every night and sending you very horny and needy texts all day. Once he comes out of heat do not mention his behavior around his brothers! You can mention it in privacy but only if you’re wanting him to fuck you and show you his dominant side~

Mammon

Mammon has the libido of a teenage boy already, but his heat makes it even worse! Mammon has a hard time expressing his actual feelings but he has no issue finding a one night stand or something to help him through his heat, before you show up he goes into heat four times in a year and each time he shamelessly goes searching for some dick. When I say shameless I mean shameless! Mammon doesn’t care who finds out about his random flings and he really doesn’t care if he gets caught doing the walk of shame, he got fucked the way he wanted and that’s what matters. He also has no shame in telling you he’s in heat the first time it happens with you around.

Mammon becomes even more clingy than he already was, following you everywhere and holding onto your shirt for comfort, he steals your jackets/hoodies so he can smell you on him all the time, he sleeps in your room the entire week unless he can convince you to sleep in his. He’s so incredibly horny the entire week, he wants you to fuck him constantly. He has major wet dreams about you and wakes up just to give you needy kisses while reaching between your legs and whining that he wants you. If you buy him a gold collar with your name on the tag he’ll wear it every day while in heat! In fact, that’s how you know he’s going into/just gone into heat, he’ll come down to breakfast with his collar showing under his uniform and give you a very loving and timid kiss on the cheek hoping you’ll reward him for being a good boy. He loves wearing it in public so people know he’s yours, he loves to feel owned. He’s so bad during his heat that the only way to get him to focus on anything besides your cock is to make him wear a butt plug while in class, it scratches the itch just enough to get him through the day, but once he’s home he’s on the floor begging for you. Mammon will do anything for you, he just needs you to fuck him. He’ll suck you off and give the sloppiest head, drool all over his face while he fucks himself on a dildo, he’d cry if you let him 69. Grab the back of his head and face fuck him, he’ll moan with tears in his eyes, his cock steadily dripping precum on the floor. Strip him down with just his pretty collar on and watch him play with himself, he loves watching you get hard while he teases himself and he’s quick to roll over and stick his ass in the air for you. Mammon doesn’t care where you fuck him, he’s in your lap constantly trying to feel you pressed against his ass, fuck him on the hood of his car though and he’s in love while screaming your name. He wants you to fill him with your cum, don’t stop until it’s leaking back out of his ass and even then give him more, he wants you to breed him until his legs are numb. Once he’s out of heat he’s quick to act like he did that all for you, obviously you needed to know what it was like to fuck him, not the other way around. (He’s full of shit and is in your lap blushing so hard later that night thanking you for taking care of him)

Leviathan

This kinky bitch. Levi is the ultimate 5,000 year old virgin and his heat cycle reminds him of that constantly. Levi goes into heat 3-4 times a year and there’s no way of knowing when he’ll have that extra week. Since he spent all his time locked up before you arrived anyway his brothers never knew when he was in heat and would knock on his door during the worst moments unknowingly. Being a shut in he of course had to satisfy his needs on his own, but it always felt unfulfilling, no matter how many dildos, butt plugs, cock rings, or vibrators he used he just couldn’t get the fire to die down. He would watch the filthiest porn or hentai while fucking himself in hopes of achieving that satisfied feeling but it still didn’t work. He’s so shy about telling you, but the first heat he goes into with you around he creams himself just from hearing your voice.

Leviathan is horribly shy about asking for sex normally (until you have an established relationship) but once he goes into heat he’s a little more upfront about it. He follows you everywhere, he wants to be with you constantly (just like Mammon which leads to different events), he’ll bring you his box of toys and let you pick what to use on him. He’s a slut for degradation anyway but during heat you could step on him and he’d cum. Make him wear a vibrating cockring and turn it up during class, whisper in his ear that he looks pathetic trying to grind into the feeling, hug him from behind and palm his cocks. He’s another one that wants to wear a collar with your name in public but he likes the embarrassment it causes him, he loves when you tease him about being your toy, he fidgets with the tag all day and can feel himself throb when you call him your fleshlight. Levi loves to cockwarm you, let him sit in your lap while the two of you play video games, let him solo and thrust up into him whenever he wins a level. He’s quick to drop the controller and watch as you stroke both his cocks and fuck up into him, his head falling back against your shoulder but eyes staying focused on your hands. Levi has dreamed about having someone breed him for years so when you pin him against the wall and pull his hair while you fuck him his eyes roll back in delight. He forgets how to speak, just a string of curses and whimpers, quickly reaching his climax but don’t stop, fuck don’t stop! He wants you to keep going until you’re empty, he wants to feel used and full, he’ll curl up next to you on the bed while you catch your breath and tell you how bad he wants you still, he’s your kinky little otaku to fuck stupid. Once out of heat Levi is overly embarrassed by how he acted, turning red anytime you mention how he begged for you or how he would sit at your feet and whine, it won’t stop him from doing the same thing again next time though.

Satan

Satan is so frustrated by going into heat, he wants to be fucked so badly but he doesn’t trust anyone enough to be vulnerable and submissive like that. Luckily Satan only goes into heat twice a year, otherwise he’d be a mess. He tries so hard to suppress his feelings, not wanting to look weak compared to his brothers who aren’t experiencing this intense sensation. He has a few toys to help satiate his lust but he desperately wants the real thing, he wants someone to fuck him ruthlessly, to be rough and harsh while they tell him what a pretty boy he is, he wants to be fucked until he can’t think. He’s so glad he’s built enough trust in you before his first heat comes around~

Satan’s wrath takes a back seat and instead he gets jealous, not in an aggressive way but a whiny brat way. He’ll pout if you give his brothers attention when he’s sitting there dying for you to touch him, he wants you to focus on him, he wants to be good for you. Satan loves when you put him in a mating press, you watch his eyes gloss over when you bottom out and he holds onto your shoulders for dear life. His mouth hangs open and his tongue sticks out a little, no words form just moans and whimpers. Satan only has two requests: fuck him hard and fuck him fast. He wants the whole bed the shake when you rail him, his cock smacking against his stomach and coating it in slick while you fuck him, it makes him dizzy. Make him beg for you, Satan will gladly sit on the floor between your legs and watch you stroke yourself, drooling at the sight and whimpering while he ruts against the floor or your leg. Because of his fear of looking weak in front of the others he only lets you fuck him behind closed doors, the fact that they can hear him scream your name along with “fuck yes, harder! Harder!” never seems to register with him. Once his heat subsides Satan is willing to discuss it with you more than you thought. He wants to know if you enjoyed it just as much as he did, if he should do something different to signal for assistance, he’s such a curious cat.

Asmodeus

No one can ever tell when Asmo is in heat except Solomon. Asmodeus is always ready to go so it’s difficult to pin point what’s heat behavior and what’s just normal horny Asmo. Solomon knows however because he gets to see the side of the fifth born no one else does, the whiny pouts, the thigh rides he gets when they make out, the texts begging for him to come over after class, the remote that controls the cock ring and anal plug that Asmo wore to RAD. Solomon has been assisting Asmo with his heat cycle for years and he’s thrilled when you become a new pact mate for the insatiable Avatar of Lust.

Asmo has no problem telling you he’s in heat, he’s never been shy about telling you when he’s horny so why start now? He’ll become very handsy, he’ll sit in your lap and run his fingers up and down your arms, he’ll give you a look that screams “make me yours”. His favorite thing is to invite Solomon over and have you both use him, taking turns filling his ass with cum, making him suck on one cock while the other fucks his ass once more, having him suck on both of you at once while you and Solomon make out. He loves all of it, there’s no such thing as overstimulation for him in this state, he just wants more. Remember when Solomon taught you the spell to change your body so you could help the brothers? Yeah well here’s where you pay the price, Solomon has spent years satisfying Asmo’s Lust so now he (with your permission) wants you to satisfy his. He uses the spell to change you mid session so he can keep you on edge, Asmo is thrilled having a new toy to play with, watching you and Solomon rile each other up only to spit roast him in the end, making him gag and choke while he cums for the sixth time that night. Asmo loves to talk about his heat, asking you if he looks prettier when he bottoms or tops, asking if you’ll try a new position on him next time…or tonight if you want~

Beelzebub

Our big sweet boy never understands when he goes into heat, the feeling is similar to Rut so he tries to satiate the feeling the same way he would during Rut season but it never works. He’s had flings to try and fuck the feeling away but even after he cums a fourth time his body still runs hot and his stomach still aches. It doesn’t help that he goes into heat four times a year, each time he’s just as upset because the feeling won’t go away. He’ll hump his pillow at night to try and stop it but he’s just left with wet pants and more frustration, it gets to the point that he’ll rut against anything for relief, the kitchen counter, the couch, his bed, the shower wall, he just wants the burning to stop. You’re the only thing that’s ever helped him.

Beelzebub didn’t tell you he was in heat because he didn’t really know himself, but you could tell from the way he humped against the kitchen counter one night after walking around with a massive boner all day. You stood behind him, slid one hand down his sweatpants, started to stroke slowly and felt his precum coat your hand instantly. Beel’s quick to pull his pants down and watch you work, for the first time ever the fire in his gut was finally subsiding, he cums fast and in copious amounts while moaning and bucking into your fist. He’s so grateful…but he needs more. Beel isn’t used to being a sub, he’s always on top or the power bottom, so giving you full control is new for him but he wants it so bad. Be gentle when you fuck him the first time, it’s uncharted territory for him, prep him, give him kisses, stroke his cock, tell him how pretty he is and make him feel comfortable before you slide in. Once you’re in he’s hooked, grabbing at you to be closer to him as you thrust into him over and over, fuck him from behind and he’ll move his hips to fuck himself on you, his moans are so loud the whole house knows what’s happening. He’s quick to stroke himself while you fill his ass, letting your thrusts push him into his fist faster, he loves the way you feel balls deep in his ass. Once he’s out of heat he’s happy to return the favor, he loves the way you spoil him so it’s only fair that he does the same to you, it’s not his fault you can’t walk straight afterwards.

Belphegor

Belphie’s heat is a nuisance to him, mainly because he goes into heat 13 times in a year before meeting you. That’s what happens when you get locked up, away from any social or physical contact, and left only with yourself. While trapped in the attic with no help from a mate or toys Belphie became aggressively needy, his heat making him an absolute mess, sheets stained with cum and sweat. His eyes full of tears while fucking his fist or slipping fingers in his ass, he’s so full and needs relief bad but he can’t seem to do it on his own. His nipples become extra sensitive when he goes into heat, he’s been known to lactate even with the right touch. Belphie actually goes into heat shortly after meeting you while still trapped in the attic, he hates you for doing this to him…or so he tells himself.

With most demons there’s not really a way to know what sends them into heat, it just happens, but with Belphie it’s a little different because it happens so often. The first time you kiss him he knows what’s happening soon, his whole body runs hot and his mind goes wild, he can feel that familiar warmth in his stomach building. He tries to ignore it but he can’t, he’s so hard it’s painful, he wants you so bad he can’t sleep. So he’ll come to you on his knees begging, big wet eyes looking up at you, cheeks a bright pink, he’ll whine and beg and tell you to use him how you see fit. Belphie is a whore when in heat, he wants you to use him constantly. Shove his face into the mattress, hold his horns while you fuck his ass, pull on his tail. Sit him in your lap while you fuck him, press his back against your chest, pinch on his sensitive nipples with one hand and choke him with the other, call him your slut, call him the filthiest names possible and watch his cock spurt out precum when you do. Of course this is Belphie so he loves when you fuck him slowly in his sleep too, stroking his cock and making him cum without waking him. He has zero shame so he’ll let you fuck him wherever, the bedroom, the kitchen, the planetarium, the library, anywhere as long as you cum in him multiple times. Luckily once you two start messing around he goes into heat less often, dropping down to only six times a year but he’s still just as bratty. If you’re in class when he goes into heat you can expect tons of explicit pictures, some with him using toys, other of just his hands doing their best, always captioned with some desperate plea for you to come home. When you do get home Belphie is already face down on his bed, stripped completely and ass covered in lube thanks to the various toys he’s been using all day, he’ll moan watching you undress and then spread himself open for you impatient to have you fuck him dumb. Once he’s out of heat he’s an even bigger brat than usual the first few days, acting out and trying to get your attention but it’s just because he feels vulnerable after being so submissive.

Three’s Company ✨

• Beel & Belphie normally love sharing you but when they go into heat they absolutely refuse. It’s a very sensitive time for them and they would rather have you one on one, which can be difficult when they synch up. Because the twins spend so much time together it’s not unusual for them to go into heat around the same time, they love each other and will make sure the other is safe/comfortable but they do get fussy about time with you. It can be a pain at first but once you figure out a routine they’re very easy to deal with.

• Leviathan & Mammon for some reason synch up quite often and surprisingly don’t mind sharing you. They both love to have you put their collars on and degrade them, make them sit on their knees and watch you play with yourself until they’re begging to touch you, make them fight over who gets fucked first, see who will moan the loudest for you.

• To their absolute dismay, Lucifer & Satan occasionally go into heat at the same time. They get so grumpy about it, neither one wants the other to know how weak and submissive they are currently but they can’t resist the way you tease them. Calling them your bad boys for always fighting, telling them that if they got along better you might reward them…well, maybe they could…if it’s for you. The fire in their stomachs and their throbbing erections from how much you tease them far out ways their petty arguments. They’ll agree to share you…if they both wear blindfolds and can’t see the other’s blissed out face when you fuck them.

#obey me smut #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer smut #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me mammon smut #obey me satan smut #midnight thirsts #obey me leviathan smut #obey me asmo smut #obey me belphegor smut

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azirafuck · 10 months

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GOS2 Spoilers Masterpost (ONLY EP. 1-2)

alright, you read the title, you know what's under here - gonna tag everyone who helped this if I know them, thanks to everyone for their contribution and for being agents of chaos the way satan intended. love you all

[Last update/edit: 24/07 - 14:10CET]

first of all, we got some amazing posts from @incorrectquoteswwdits mostly about the first scene in heaven with crowley as an angel:

angel!crowley creating stars and aziraphale thinking he's calling him beautiful

more on that

aziraphale's lies make the lesbians have problems, apparently

communist aziraphale be like OUR CAR

isolation and doubts

THEN we have a detailed recount of the first episode by a kind anon! again, thank you @incorrectquoteswwdits for sharing <3

@goodomens-hints posted a lenghty and detailed recount of the first episode as well with some little hits at future episodes (nothing too big on the post itself, but BE CAREFUL, the blog is actually posting some other spoilers from episodes past the second one!)

@goodomensjail gave us a detailed recount of the first scene, with angel!crowley starting to question stuff and eventually shielding aziraphale with his wing

@mikubinders gives us SOME GOOD GOURMET SHIT by telling us that:

"Beelzebub kidnaps and threatens Crowley, tells him that ze could put a price on his head but ze doesn't want to. After that Crowley comes back to the bookshop and Good-old-fashioned lover boy plays while he drives there. "I'm back" happens. Aziraphale makes Crowley do a silly little apology dance so he forgives him and so they work together"

after thinking this last spoiler was fake, an anon came through and confirmed its real! we also have new context! (sent by an anon to yours tuly)

anon came through with some details about the Everyday record, told us Queen is actually tied to CROWLEY and not to the Bentley, and gave us more context to the OUR CAR and OUR BOOKSHOP bit (sent by an anon to yours tuly)

as for what happens during the Job flashback, after which the sitting five feet apart on a rock in front of the sea happens, a bunch of different versions of what actually happens are going around. @thesherrinfordfacility kept up with the madness surrounding it, so im gonna post here the last two versions of events/details.

first one:

In the Job section, Aziraphale is questioning gods decision of punishing Job. Then u see him in heaven w Muriel here and they are looking thru a long scroll that has instructions from god and he's trying to make sense of it. Muriel is telling him that god and satan made a bet about what Job would do and that's why they are testing him. And az is like whatttt why would god do that that's mean!

When Az finds out they're going to kill Jobs kids, he goes down to Earth to save them while using his angel voice until he realizes he's speaking to Crowley. He sees Crowley about to enter the kids room and tells Crowley "I know you, you wouldn't do this" and Crowley tells him he doesn't know him really. (

AND TY TENNANT IS SASSY AND FLIRTS W AZ??!??!? (*) And THATS when crowley goes "well he seems nice" from the clip. He wasn't jealous tho, like he thought it was funny since they are literally there to supposedly kill these kids and one of them is flirting lol.

The moment of 'weird-beard Crowley' was actually more focused on azi and him questioning God. Crowley tempts Azi w food and u see him struggle but then he gobbled it down and he cries bc he thinks crowley is going to bring him to hell (that's the scene where they are sitting on that thing with the pretty horizon) Crowley tells him "you're just an angel who follows gods as will as much as he can" and Az says that sounds lonely, and Crowley agrees, which is a callback to when he asked Crowley if he was lonely being on what Crowley calls "his own side", and Crowley said no. Crowley then tells him "i'm a demon. I lied"

(*): it was told this isn't actually canon canon, it's up for interpretation - some reported Ty's character is just the classic bratty teenager UPDATE: NOPE anon cleared it up and apparently it DOES read as flirty because ty's character is a little bitch, love that for us

and then we have the second one:

"Episode 2 is half present day things [...], and half the Job story/flashback. Crowley is the demon sent by Satan to torment "God's favorite human" Job to see if Job will curse God, in one big bet between God and Satan. Aziraphale comes to try to stop him, discovers they recognize each other but haven't seen each other since "the flood" and that Crowley seems to have changed since the flood, because he is willing to sacrifice the goats, and ruin Job's house. Crowley says he "has a permit" to torment Job FROM GOD. Aziraphale brings this up to the archangels that gleefully explain that yes it's a bet with Satan and that Job will suffer, but he will get everything back 3-fold by the end. And he will get NEW children. This disturbs Aziraphale, he does not want the CURRENT children to die, he understands the familial love that the archangels do not. He goes to stop Crowley not with power since he has the permit but to reason with him. Aziraphale says things to the effect "I KNOW you don't want to harm them I KNOW you and you don't want to kill children" and Crowley is defiant, but then…. It is revealed that he never killed any of the goats either, he transformed them into pigeons to hide them. And he is hiding the children away in the basement but destroying the house to make it look like they died. He transforms the three kids into lizards to hide them, then when the Archangels descend to give Job his rewards and tell him his wife will bear 7 new children, Job and his wife are in despair because they love their children. Crowley comes in pretending to be a human doctor and he and Aziraphale LIE to the angels faces about how babies are made and trick the angels into thinking Jobs three original children are NEWLY BORN children. Which fools Gabriel, who has only ever seen God make Eve fully grown from Adam's ribs. Crowley then meets Aziraphale at the rock. Aziraphale is crying and says "im ready for you to take me to hell" because he has LIED to angels and foiled God's plans. Crowley is gentle and comforts him that he is still an angel and "I won't tell anyone if you won't" and they reminisce that it's lonely being a different kind of demon and a different kind of angel that sort of do what they feel is right. Heavily implying that they are the same and have each other now. The end of episode 2.

that's what's going around for now, but ill add stuff if we find anything new - also feel free to add to this yourself or send me stuff!

#good omens #good omens spoilers #its not much but its honest work #TY TENNANT IS MAKING ME LAUGH SO MUCHHHHH

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still-a-morosexual-help · 11 months

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Can I just say that I love Satan and MC's relationship? I'll read fics (romantic or platonic) and just sit there. "Huh."

Yes! Yes! Yes! They have such an underated friendship and they're probably the most similar to each other in the family?

• They're the two newest members in the family

• Neither of them were accepted by the others in the beginning and there was a lot of friction between them and the others

• Neither of them were present in the Celestial Realm with the others and didn't live through two wars with the others

• Neither of them really knew Lilith even though she's an important part of their family

• Both of them only witnessed the past through the eyes of another (MC through Lilith and Satan through Lucifer)

• They're the only two in the family who are more or less related by blood to someone else within the family (Satan to Lucifer and MC to Lilith)

• Physically they're both pretty unique. As far as we know Satan is the only demon created from the anger of an angel. MC is blood related to someone who had the soul of an angel

• They can both be mistaken for "the normal ones" within the family but truthfully they're both just as chaotic as everyone else and are just better at hiding it

• They both like cats and reading

• They both initially had a pretty bad relationship with Lucifer and now though that relationship is better they still like getting on his nerves

• They're both social and have a lot of friends

• They're both good at cooking

• They're both hardworking and responsible when they want to be

• They both look out for the others

• They're both softer with Luke than they are normally with other people

• They're both pretty calm but when pushed to the limit they have an explosive temper - though obviously it takes a lot more to reach MC's limit and a lot less to cool them down

• They both found their perfect place within the family dynamic to the point that you can no longer imagine what it would be like without them

What I'm trying to say is they have a lot of similarities and the biggest one is being the newest members. Imagine how hard it is to be tossed into a tight knit group without your consent and to be expected to just fit in with no issues, specially when it's clear that, at least initially, the others don't want you there? Plus the fact that neither of them went through the same trauma as the others which would have helped the others bond or had to deal with the grief of losing Lilith. It would have been hard having to deal with that on your own, specially with the feeling like you're an outsided who didn't fit in, and didn't deserve to fit in because you didn't live through the same problems as the others. I imagine because of that Satan and MC would have had a lot to bond about and a lot of reason to seek each other out and lean on each other and take comfort from each other.

And we do get to see this in canon as well.

We see in S2 how supportive Satan is of MC and how much he goes out of his way to help them.

We see in S3 how much he trusts them and relies on them. How they silently sit next to each other and hold hands when Satan is upset. How he looks to them for confirmation that he isn't just Lucifer's clone, even after Lucifer himself already said he wasn't.

Also, I might be remembering this wrong, but I'm pretty sure Satan's the only one who apologised to MC for trying to kill them in S1?

We see in Nightbringer how Satan is even more isolated and out of place after only being truly alive for one year. And how much he values MC's opinion and abilities. I could actually write a whole essay on how Satan in Nightbringer seems to look up to MC - (unknowing to him, because they have experience) they seem to fit in with the others in a way that he can't, despite being newer than him, but also in a take charge + competent way that he can respect. MC's attitude probably seems like an ideal to him that he should be able to achieve. They also know how to treat him in a way that makes him feel seen and respected - they don't talk down to him or walk on eggshells around him.* So when they compliment him he takes it more to heart than when the others do and gets flustered and blushes. Their dynamic in Nightbringer really reminds me of a younger kid with a crush on their cool upper-classman.

* I worked with this kid with anger management issues who was refusing to cooperate or work with any of the others and how MC's interacting with Satan in Nightbringer is a great example of what should be done. They listen to him and take him seriously and talk naturally to him instead of talking like they're constantly trying to placate or baby him. They offer him suggestions and alternate perspectives on how to get the cat to approach him, an activity that would make him want to keep his anger under control because he'd need to be gentle to interact with the cat. All of this is something Simeon and even Luke does with Satan too.

Edit:

This is giving such sibling energy - like a little sibling (younger than 10) with an older sibling (at least late teenage years) wanting to do something new and failing and geting advice from their older sibling and being so proud of learning how to do it and wanting to impress their older sibling so they excitedly share it

Also it's killing me that in Nightbringer MC is technically older than Satan

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books-and-catears · 4 months

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I need to cry, my suicide tendencies are at there peak, can you help me with something with the Obey me brothers?

Like please I want to cry my eyes out

Okay hon, you really need to talk to someone about this okay? Please make sure you're not alone. I'm so sorry this is happening to you. I don't know what's wrong but things always get better...You will get through this. Again please talk to someone and don't isolate yourself okay?

It's been a while since I've received this ask, I apologise deeply for the delay, and I sincerely hope you're feeling better now.

TW: Suicide ideation

Cry Your Heart Out

Lucifer doesn't like the way your eyes look as you sit in on another RAD council meeting. Your mind is far, far away. Like you don't want to be here. He ended the meeting early so you could go home. But you look the same.

"MC." He knocks on your door after dinner. You open the door. Somehow your eyes look worse. His gut screams at him to not leave you alone.

"I feel particularly tired today. Would you like to listen to some music with me?" He asks. You shrug and say, "Sure." You almost seem like you're on autopilot.

He takes you by the hand and leads you down. The music has a strange melancholy that stung your heart. Like it understood you. Like it was screaming your misery out loud. You didn't know when your face flushed red, steaming tears falling off your cheeks. In the next second, you're buried in his chest.

"I- I can't-"

"You don't have to say anything. Just stay here for as long as you want."

❄️

Mammon didn't like the way you were avoiding him. It's not like you were ignoring him, but you seemed so distant. So...disheartened. Why? He couldn't even bring himself to ask.

There was something he dreaded deeply about the answer. Because he'd seen a semblance of those eyes before and it never ended well. And the long rope just resting on your desk brought forth more worry.

"Oi Lucifer, I have a favor to ask." He muttered into his phone. That day, after school, you found him hanging upside down from the ceiling in your room.

"Mammon what-"

"What's wrong with ya lately?"

"Me? I'm fine-"

"I can't get down unless you tell me the truth. These ropes are enchanted and everything! So if you want me out of here, you better spill okay?!"

Why do you care? The question died in your throat. And you spilled tears before words. He was down in seconds, cooing in shock and distress. "Oi, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

But you held on tight to his jacket. He cared. That was all you needed really.

❄️

Leviathan was sitting straighter than usual as you entered his room. Alert and eager. You almost felt bad coming all the way to his room to tell him you don't feel like gaming today. But the console wasn't even plugged.

"Hey Levi-"

"Don't do it. Don't you think about it!" He sounds around. He was trembling, on the brink of crying.

"O-okay I won't say no to gaming with you I'm sorry I didn't know-" You bent down to his level. He caught you offguard, throwing his arms around you.

"You're thinking of leaving again, aren't you?" Levi's voice cracked, muffled in your shoulder. "You're thinking of going away and never coming back."

"Wait...Levi, when did I even say-"

"I thought you were just spending less time with me, I just assumed you finally got tired of me. But then you weren't with my brothers either... you're tired of ALL OF US."

You were tired of yourself, you wanted to reassure him. But he wasn't going to stop wailing anytime soon. In your heart you were just a little bit glad to have someone want you.

"Please don't go... we'll be better. I'll be better. I'll be even better than my brothers! I'll try my best to be! So don't you dare thinking of going anywhere!"

❄️

Satan seemed to be extra wary of you during all the magical classes. Potions, Charms, Curses and hexes - everywhere the demon of Wrath followed even tricking teachers if he needed to.

"I'm not trying skip my classes or anything, Satan." You said one day, turning to look at him. It was the last class of the day and everyone had left the room except the two of you.

"What I'm worried about is much worse than that and you know it, MC. Now let's go home."

He reaches out his hand. You don't take it, just sighing and glancing at the potion on your desk.

"Everyday I wake up hoping that all these bad feelings were a nightmare. But every morning, it's real. I'm tired."

"What is it that worries you so?" He leans down to cup your face, turning your eyes to meet his earnest ones.

"It's a human problem."

"I don't need to be human to understand your pains. Just give it a chance, won't you?"

You left the classroom holding his hand, the vial of the Sleeping Draught potion you'd concocted lay smashed, a mess on the floor. Satan apologized for his clumsiness.

❄️

Asmodeus had the unfortunate timing to barge in the middle of your breakdown. He gasped and fell to the ground watchin you curled up in bed with your eyes red and puffed up.

Immediately on his knees he crawls towards you, his gentle touch nudging you back to some resemblance of reality. "Darling..."

"I'm fine. Just need some more rest." You shook your head and tried to brave a smile. "Need to be alone and relax a bit."

"Oh MC, if it's relaxation you want, there's noone but me that can provide you the best!" He promptly tucked you in the sheets with him.

"Asmo I don't need-"

"Shhh! Give me a chance, won't you? If you don't like within 10 minutes, I'll leave you alone."

You closed your eyes and sighed, wanting to get over it. But then Asmo's fingers ran through your hair, soft and cool, gentle and slow. For once, all the horrible voices in your head fell asleep before you did.

"How do you feel MC?" He coos as he brushes some hair off your forehead. You only murmur in hia name in response, he chuckles and pulls you closer. His heart beats easier seeing you at peace.

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orphicrose · 2 months

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The Co-Host (Alastor x FemReader) VIII

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Summary: You are Alastors Co host in life, perhaps more. But are separated by a sudden death. When you are finally reunited in the under world, it is up to Alastor to figure out why you don’t remember him.

Warnings ! ! Mentions of Death and Bl00D

@cannibalcoyote @kahlan170 @sugxryratz @multifandom-superlover

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Heart full of feelings that felt as if didn't belong to her. She felt like the shell of a person, not truly existing anymore. Having a constant out of body experience.

While he, he grieved. Grieved a relationship that never had the chance to fully blossom. Grieved what could have been, grieved who he used to be or had the chance to be. Oh, what his mother must think of him now. He never even had a chance to think about what everyone still alive thought of him, his little secret having an audience to witness. Lose ends ruining his reputation as a beloved media presence, turning him into a notorious serial killer. He knew he belonged down here, he knew he deserved everything that came his way. But the question still begged, why was she down here. Was it because she sold her soul to th devil? Or was it for a reason far to unruly to share to the light.

His hands sweat as the journal stay to close grip between his fingers. Never leaving his side. There was far more to read in a safer environment. His path was obstructed by a tall figure, appearing out of the thin air around him.

"So we finally meet, Alastor" Satans demeanor cold, as usual, and his stance meaning one of business. Hands tucked neatly into his trouser pockets.

"Satan, I assume?" Alastors smile gleamed in the light of the pentagram. Baring his sharp teeth like a predator. "How do i deserve this honor?"

Satan began to move towards the wendigo, towering over him. "As I'm sure you're aware, y/n works for me" He hummed, circling Alastor like he was going to attack at any second. "And you..." He paused to give out a deep laugh "Well, you are disrupting my line of production. You see, millions of sinners on Earth call my name daily. Wanting to make a deal. And the more souls I have, the more power I have. But y/n is the only one i trust far enough to have the duty of collecting said souls. and you" He leapt forward, holding Alastor's chin upwards with the tip of his cane. "You meddeling with her is distracting . You're costing me money, radio demon"

Eye contact was held strongly between the two, not wanting to fault to show weakness. "You want the closure of knowing your little pet isn't the saint you want to believe?" Alastor wanted to say no so badly, wanted to stay ignorant. Wanted to hold onto the belief that there was still hope for y/n to not be the same at him. He didn't want to be the Clyde to her Bonnie, he wanted to be the story she'd tell to friends in heaven. To her mother, or her father.

"She's just like you" His voice taunted, leaning closer into his ear. The words he oh so desperately never wanted to hear.

Y/n strolled through the lit up streets of hell, admiring the buildings towering over her. Something she had never really done before. Casual sinners in the streets cowering at the sight of her, leaving her a free path to walk in as they fled. Slamming doors behind them. What a skill to have, but how lonely it made her feel.

She arrived at the doors of her place of work. At first, hesitating to open the doors. Afraid of what might wait on the other side this time. But when she did open them, she found nothing. Silence and isolation filled the chambers of the rooms. It was eerie. Usually tensions built with high stress levels as soon as she walked in, demons bouncing off each other as they run from room to room. But the haunting recent history of this workplace made it seemingly abandoned. Of course, they wouldn't get away with holiday for long, for as long as Satan breathed. But for now, she would revel in the periodic silence of the structure.

Her office, the only untouched room in the building, brought her some comfort. Nothing having changed. Just as soon as she started to loosen up, her door flung open. The tall red demon appearing in front of her eyes. The same fear she felt the first time they encountered returning, sinking into her chair as he moved through the doorway and shut it behind him. "What do you want?" Her eyes showing a slowly boiling rage building up inside her. Seemingly, he was experiencing the same feeling.

He took a seat opposite her, hands sat on the desk. "I want answers, miss l/n" She stood from her seat abruptly, moving backwards. His eyes turned from frustration to a saddened look. Confused as to her shift in temperament towards him. Had he missed something?

"When were you going to tell me we knew each other?" Her question caught him of guard, looking up to her and waiting for more. She relived the memory, him covered in blood. "What is this?" She slammed down the leaflet on the desk. Alastor let out a loud sigh, he must have forgotten to put it away yesterday. She spoke loudly, halfway to shouting at him. Tears welling and dropping slowly to the floor in a rhythmic pattern.

"Are you the reason I'm down here? Did you murder me?"

"No!" His tone enraged by the accusation, rising to his feet to share her eyeline. "I think you'll find you're the reason I'm here, y/n"

She stood in silence, tears picking up there pace as they dampen her cheeks and collar.

"When you left, I struggled. I lost myself along with you. I turned into someone I regret heavily" Alastor's voice cracked, dropping any radio sound effect he may have had. Struggling to maintain an effortless smile. "But it seems you weren't so much of a saint either"

"What? What do you mean?"

"You still don't remember?"

The two stared at each other. Not truly understanding the wants or intentions of the other.

"I- Only a small fragment. I remember coming back to Earth to see you. That's how i got this" She calmed herself down, seeing that miscommunication between the two would make the situation worse. "We were close?"

"Very"

"And I did something to hurt you?"

"You died, y/n" Alastor rubbed his temple, suppressing any tears that dared to gloss his eyes. "I don't care, as to why you're here. We both did terrible things. Things that you may or may not ever remember. But..." A deep breath was taken to help steady his shaky words. "But for you to go to the lengths to forget everything, it must mean I was never held as dear to you as you were to me"

Alastor knelt to pick up the microphone left astray on the floor, brushing off his tie when he came back to his feet. Then turning to leave.

"I made myself forget because it hurt" She shouted, desperately wanting him to stay. "The pain of losing everything was to hard to deal with. I'm down here because of my own actions, that's on me. But I never excepted anyone I care about to follow me here"

She moved closer to him, needing more answers. Or some sort of closure. "What if i remembered everything? Then what? We continue where we left off?"

"No!" He turned "If you remembered me, and then realized what I am, you wouldn't even want to look at me" His face solemn. "I'd rather you only remembered one version of me, not both"

"So what do you want from me?"

He looked down to his feet. "Closure"

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luci-is-a-bitch-x3x · 6 months

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Obey Me! Brothers react to: Mc turning into their sheep form to comfort the brother when he's upset.

Lucifer's, Mammon's, Leviathan's (you are here), Satan's, Asmodeus's, Beelzebub's, & Belphegor's reactions.

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Leviathans's reaction:

Leviathan definitely cries often. In game he cries a couple of times. He may cry over an anime, manga, or a video game. Or Levi may cry because of his self loathing. Catching Levi crying is the hard part. Levi self isolates, yes he's in his room normally but he'll self isolate even more when he's feeling upset. Levi's won't answer his door or tell whoever's knocking to give a secret password when hes feeling upset, he doesn't want to be bothered, but he also does want to be bothered if that makes sense. Levi's door will sometimes even be locked when he's upset. If someone manages to get into his room he'll be hiding under his blankets in his tub/bed. If someone approaches the bundle of sadness Levi will likely let out a hissing sound, and the person may even see him bare his fangs if he's that upset. I think Levi would naturally go to his demon form when he's upset, so his tail would likely thump not happily more like an agitated movement. If Levi and Mc are together his reaction may appear the same but Mc has a higher chance of being able to comfort him. Even if they aren't dsting Mc has a good chance because their Levi's one true friend.

The first time Mc finds Levi crying Mc isn't that suprised. Levi had accidently played a cursed game causing everyone in HoL to be trapped in a game world, again. Even though everyone successfully got out of the game world, Levi was self loathing. Lucifer even said he wouldn't punish Levi this time! But Levi was being Levi, and Mc wanted to cheer him up! So Mc marched over to Levi's room and broke their way inside, koolaid man style! The door was unlocked no breaking and entering took place. Mc took a look around Levi's room, everything looked normal, but Levi wasn't in his gaming chair. Mc looked towards his tub, to be greated with a very unhappy Levi. Levi was sitting up in his tub, he had a blanket over his body, the only parts of him Mc could see was his angry glare, and part of his tail. Mc instantly realized Levi was in his demon form for his tail to be out, Mc also noticed that his tail was tapping on the edge of his tub in an annoyed manner. Mc stepped forward slowly, while talking quietly and gently to Levi hoping that would calm him down. Levi started hissing, and part of his blanket moved to show him baring his fangs. Mc realized that he perceived them as a threat, just as Mc realized that there was a sudden *poof* and they were in their sheep form.

Levi seemed suprised to see Sheep Mc, the suprise causes him to stop hissing, but he still glares in Sheep Mc's direction. His glaring quickly stops after he watches Sheep Mc's third failed attempt at trying to climb into his tub. Sheep Mc was just to small and cute to be angry at. Levi gently scoops Sheep Mc into his arms, helping them into his tub of a bed. Sheep Mc gently wraps their tiny arms around Levi, who is still in his blanket burrito. Sheep Mc hugs the burrito blanket of sadness for a couple of minutes with the only response being quiet sobs and sniffles coming from inside the blanket. Eventually Levi opens the blanket enough to pull Sheep Mc inside, the blanket closes back around them and Levi pulls Sheep Mc into a proper hug. Sheep Mc lets Levi nuzzle his face into their soft wool, and lets him pet their wool to comfort himself. Sheep Mc mutters gentle reminders that everyone makes mistakes and whatever else Levi needs to hear. Eventually Levi calms down and will sheepishly- ha pun intended I'm sorry man idk -thank Sheep Mc for comforting him. Levi will offer to watch anime or play video games with Mc, Levi doesn't mind if Mc stays in Sheep form or goes back to human Mc, he just wants to hang out with Mc a little while longer. Please stay with him all night.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Sorry I'm having a little writers block for Mammon's but I will eventually post Mammon's reaction, I swear! The other brothers reactions will be coming as well, and other Obey Me content is coming soon too, so stay tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay cool!

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koolades-world · 19 days

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Words cannot express how much I adore your writing, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Satan, like hands down one of the best Satan writers🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ but besides that- I would really love to see how the brothers react to MC who is… well… sensitive. As in- they care a lot about the brothers, and would obviously never even dream of hurting them let alone in reality. So I picture MC being extremely upset of the power they hold due to the seven pacts after the first time they use ‘stay’ (lesson 26-15). Then cue the events that result in MC getting the ring of light. Them being borderline horrified of their strength and tries to isolate themself thinking they might be a threat to brothers, even though at the back of their mind they know that the brothers could never actually be fatally injured because of them.

hello! of course :)

thank you so much for the satan writer compliment GAH he’s just my little guy and I’m glad people like my take on him. my sweet satan. hes the flame, and i am but a tiny moth drawn to his character potential and literally everything else about him

also, thank you for specifically requesting what you wanted!! usually I have no clue what people want and just guess haha. it's a little longer than a drabble would be so idk what it is anymore lol

hope you like where I went with this! did both satan and luci. enjoy <3

Sensitive Mc who's afraid of hurting the brothers

Satan

Satan was alone in his room, reading, when he was suddenly hit with a concerning thought. He had been meant to gift you that human world book he'd managed to find a second hand bookstore. Coincidentally, the two of you had been talking about that same book just yesterday, so he had to pick it up for you. He'd actually been hoping the two of you could read it together because he'd never read it. He could already imagine reading it aloud to you, how you’d be cuddled up in his lap, arms around him and using him as your personal pillow.

After he finished the page he was on, he grabbed the book. He'd probably have to reread everything he read before thinking of you, but that was alright. He’d learnt to treasure every moment he could with you. You were the only thing that could truly cause him to temporarily lose interest in a book.

With that, he set off, book in hand, to find you. First he check your room. It wasn’t unusual to not find you there. His brothers often dragged you elsewhere. Next he checked the library, his brothers’ rooms, and the attic, but it was to no avail. That was when he started to get worried. He started to call you and text you. He could see that you were reading his messages and the calls were ringing all the way through, but you didn’t reply once.

That's when he started to freak out. Every bad thing that could've possibly happened ran through his head. He stopped, and took a deep breath to clear his head to try and think more rationally. He knew he needed to find you, and while he knew telling his brothers was the best course of action, he figured he'd check your room one last time, just in case he managed to miss you somehow. As he stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, he caught sight of you. You were seated away from the door, head down on the table.

"Mc! There you are. I've been looking for you." He stepped towards you and put his hand on your shoulder. You jumped very suddenly, and whipped your head around to face him. The expression on your face wasn't one he'd ever seen you make. You looked deeply fearful, more so than when facing one of his angry brothers, or himself for that matter. The two of you made steady eye contact for a moment, before you suddenly stood up.

"Mc?" Satan was confused and concerned. You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as you could before running to the opposite side of the room. "What's the matter?" He recovered quickly from his minor stumble.

"Stay back! I'm a monster. I can't hurt you. You mean too much to me." Satan got deja vu. He swore he'd said something exactly like that in the past. Your hands shook as you held them out in front of you, urging him to stop his advances towards you. You seemed to be struggling to hold them up, as your arm began to fall and your fingers could hardly stay upright. He saw himself in you in that moment. Afraid, alone, and confused, just like how he felt when he first came into being. While he wanted nothing more than to go comfort you, he found himself frozen mid-step towards you. This sent you into another fit of tears.

"See? I can't do anything right." You sobbed.

"Mc, please unfreeze me. I promise you, you can't hurt me." He could hear the desperation growing in his voice, and he was sure you could too.

"What if I hurt you on accident though? I don't know what I'd do. I care too much about you to do that to you." You tried to avoid eye contact, since looking into his eye was too painful.

"It's going to be alright. It'll take a lot to drive me away from you, because I care. If it ever gets to the point of you hurting me, I won't be upset with you because I know you didn't mean it. I trust you no matter what. Everything you just said proves that. Now, please, let me hug you. You need one." You eyed him skeptically.

"I don't trust me." You swiped away some of the tears with the back of your hand, but they kept flowing.

"You've already done so much for this family, and for me. Please, let me return the favor. I'll always be by your side. If the situation ever arises, we can work through it together. I'm not afraid to do what it takes to remain by your side." He silently implored you to meet his eyes, and when you finally did, he knew he'd gotten through to you.

"Alright. Come here." You smiled a little through the tears, and let your arms fall to your side. Like magic, Satan was able to move again and he quickly rushed forward to scoop you up. He held you close to him, gently wiping away your tears.

"I hope you can sense how much I care about you." He rubbed your back and sighed as you began to hug him back.

"Thank you." He knew that hurting him was probably the thing you feared most. He understood that, and promised himself that the two of you would work through that fear together. You changed his life, and wanted to really make sure you knew and didn't undermine how impactful you actually are to him.

Lucifer

It was late. Lucifer had already completed his nightly rounds and was doing paperwork, as usual. He'd made it through about half his stack, and had resolved to finishing it by morning.

He heard the the quiet footsteps of someone walking by his room, down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. With a sigh, he got up and followed whoever it was. He was too late to catch whoever it was, but he decided he'd let them get to the to top of the stairs before he went up after them.

He stood there for a moment, thinking. The only people who went to the attic were the twins, and occasionally you, if one of the twins happened to be up there. Really, only Belphie liked to be up there, and Beel and you just followed him, because he'd never seen either of you up there of your own volition. He wasn't sure why whoever it was needed to be up there at this hour. Belphie and Beel are usually knocked out at this hour. As he passed Levi's room, he heard the sound of a videogame and an angry sigh. Soft music was coming from Asmo's. The rest of the house was dead silent. Lucifer heard the stair at top of the staircase creak, meaning they'd reached the top landing. With that, he set off after them.

Once at the top of the stairs, he initially didn't see anyone and he quickly questioned if he'd been hearing things. Then, he spotted you sitting next to the window, hugging your legs and chin resting on your knees. Before he could speak, you beat him to it.

"Hello." You didn't turn around, or move at all.

"Mc. What are you doing up at this hour?" He stayed where he was, hoping that your conversation together would be quick.

"I could ask you the same thing." Usually, you'd say that with vigor, or some sort of enjoyment in your voice, but, your voice was flat.

"Very funny. Now, answer the question." He crossed his arms. While you were behaving a little strangely, he hoped it was just because it was late and continued as he usually would.

"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to bother anyone." You sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You are welcome to join me in my room tonight, if that might help." He felt a little sympathetic after you'd told him what was wrong. It would be nice to have them in his room as company, and a motivation to work faster.

"I've just been... thinking, is a good way to put it." All of your thoughts seemed jumbled, because everything that come out of your mouth, despite seemingly thinking hard about it, came out strangely.

"That's oddly vague, Mc." He took a few more steps towards you, but you still kept yourself turned towards the window. You remained silent, so he took the final few steps until he was right behind you.

"Lucifer. Will you make me a promise?" You turned to him slowly for the first time that evening. The little bit of moonlight streaming in through the window half illuminated your face. He could tell you hadn’t slept at all that night, maybe longer. The circles under your eye were very telling. The way you looked back at him unsettled him. That in itself spoke more words than he could ever say. There was a far off look in your eyes, like you were staring right through him. He never thought he'd be afraid of you, but the way you were behaving was scaring him.

“Of course, my love. Anything.” You turned back to the window, but he could tell you kept looking at him through the corner of your eyes.

“Promise me you’ll stop me if I ever do anything that might hurt your or your brothers. At any cost.” That sentence sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. It was an accomplishment to say that you could make a chill wrack through the body of Diavolo's right hand man, but this moment was anything but joyous or celebratory. The implications of your statement were grim.

"What are you talking about?" He stumbled on his words a little, unsure how to approach what you just asked.

"I'm not really sure how to put how I feel into words. But, that's what I do know." You glanced between him and the view outside the window.

"If you could, please try to enlighten me." He sat beside you

"I'm unsure of the power I have. I feel like I shouldn't have this. I'm unworthy and afraid of what I might do. You saw what I did on accident. I didn't mean to really make all of you stop like that. I know it didn't hurt too bad but... I just don't know how I feel." You sighed again.

"I understand how you feel, I believe. You're more than worthy to wield the power you do. It's not easy to quell the seven avatars of sin, but, you are, aren't you? Do not discredit yourself. I'm sure you know you could never hurt any of us, right?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

"I'm not discrediting myself, I'm just afraid is all, alright? Sorry if I've felt distant lately. It's just been on my mind for a while." You snapped to face him again.

"I see. Please, do not isolate yourself like that from us again. We can work through this together. I know you're afraid of hurting us, but the day that happens is the day the Devildom freezes over, alright? We care." He paused. "I care."

A gentle smile made its way across your face. "Thanks. I think I'll always be a little afraid, honestly. But, I trust you, and I know you mean what you say." Lucifer remembered what you'd said earlier. He hoped he'd never have to follow through that.

For now though, he hoped to treasure this moment with you, and hopefully help you get to bed with the little nugget of peace he'd given you.

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2smolbeans · 7 months

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I am OBSESSED with your Obey Me writings. Would it be possible to something where one of the brothers (or others) disguises themselves as someone else in order to sleep with their darling? Imagine if you tried to run away and they're still trying to make you love them so they know they can't just force themself onto you, but at the same time they NEED your body. Maybe it's even a continuous thing, imagine the horror if every new lover you take on turns out to be them. Over and over again you try to run away but end up running right back into their arms. The gaslighting potential is perfect for a yandere who wants the more subtle approach.

ANONN THISSS 💖💖 Also sorry this took so long to finish 😭

A Demon Inside The Church

Yandere Satan x Antro/mythologist reader

Tags: Religious themes, gaslighting, manipulation, minor nsfw depictions, stalking, impersonation, minor character death, deception, body marking, paranoia, attempts at escaping, Mc has a crush on someone, branding pact mark, possessive behavior, isolation.

*This is unedited and long

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You weren't always a superstitious person. In fact, you were a person of science, an atheist. However, you were always fascinated with what stories life had to offer, its history, and, as of recently, its beliefs. Mythos, urban legends, and religions- it had caught your eye when your philosophy professor had mentioned them in his typical lesson. A one-off mention, but you decided to look more into it. For some reason, it had unlocked a childhood memory of when you used to read Greek mythology back in middle school.

As of late, you started going to the church near your university campus. You weren't Christian, and by no means did you believe in an afterlife. But you were curious about Christianity and its beliefs. In the beginning, you weren't fascinated with the repetitive worship music that sounded the same. If anything, you had a hard time staying awake as the singers kept repeating the same words and phrases over and over.

But it was worth staying as the sermons would begin after. Each sermon teaches a new belief, a new lesson, a new verse. You were in awe with how the pastor would passionately preach his words, the things you'd learn about the people in the church.

It made you curious about what it would be like to study and record the cultures, religions, and traditions of people around the world. After all, if just learning and investigating your typical local church from an academic point of view was enjoyable, imagine the possibilities of branching out! Maybe perhaps becoming an anthropologist wouldn't be so bad.

You balanced it out, your school, and then your church. For once, everything felt like it was in place, you had reconnected with your old passion, recognizing faces, making acquaintances. You were truly happy.

Funny enough, you even met this guy who happened to be around the same age as you.

Brown eyes, brown hair. He was an average looking guy, nothing made him stand out. You didn't know his name, or if he went to the same university. But every Monday at exactly 3am, he'd show up and read at the library. It was interesting- he was interesting.

Like the bored nerd you were, you started speculating in your head. Why did he always appear at 3am? Was he perhaps a ghost that would only appear in the witching hours? A vampire that walked amongst the earth when it was dark? A low ranking angel who liked to relax in the church?

Of course these were all just make believe scenarios. You had a tendency to make up backstories or scenarios about recurring people. You weren't much of a talker or socializer, you didn't have a lot of close friends, but for some reason you had a bit of courage to go up to the man and talk to him. Though funny enough, the moment you approached him, he was already smiling at you, patting a chair next to him.

Awkwardly shifting your way towards the brown haired male, not expecting him to even acknowledge you. You sat down, trying to muster up any words. But soon enough, you calmed down as he spoke, his warm eyes comforting you as he let out a chuckle.

"Hey, no need to be nervous! I'm just chilling here"

He pulled out the chair for you, his chin resting on the palm of his head as he had a small grin on his face.

"Nono- uh, I'm not nervous..Just uhhh- sorry I don't know..”

You trailed off, unsure of what to do in the small talk.

"It's fine, no sweat! Anyways It's kinda nice talking to you for once"

"Sorry? Wait, do I know you?"

You let out a chuckle, feeling your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment that began to creep up.

"Well, I mean I dunno? I mean if you're wondering how I know you, I just see you around class here and there"

You perked up, accidentally raising your voice from your excitement, immediately covering your mouth with your hands as you apologized.

"WAIT SO YOU- Oh shit sorry..Wait so you also go to Morninghaven?!"

"Always have~"

The two of you talked for hours. By the time you both parted ways, it was already six in the morning. Little by little the two of you got closer, eventually getting each other's numbers and sitting together during each lecture. Apparently, he just liked going to the library at 3am because of how empty it was.

It was funny how the both of you had so much in common.

Damien was his name. That brown haired geek, Damien. It had been at least 5 months since you've known him, and you hated to admit it, but he was the first close friend you've ever made in a while. He indulged in your hyperfixations, listening to your rambles while he also returned the favor. He was talkative, always sure to give a long answer to something so small. Even if you were to ask him about his favorite color, he would somehow turn the conversation about the meaning and ‘biology’ about colors.

“Why do you do that?”

You suddenly asked him, sipping at your drink as he sat across from you.

“Do what?”

You swayed your legs back and forth, the height of the bar stool keeping your feet from touching the ground. Listening to the jumbled up conversations that warmed the cafe, you stared at Damien. Smiling while feeling flustered, eyebrows perked up, your voice perked up - you let your mind speak as you put your drink down.

“We always talk about something small, and somehow it devolves into a whole essay of a conversation about big things!”

You exclaimed, gesturing your hands, hoping that it would help aid your poor choice of words that you thought you made.

“Oh sorry..My bad…”

“Nono! It’s not bad! I’m just wondering why? I thought it would just bore you..Or that I was boring to talk to..”

You deflated, sinking down to your seat as you sipped your drink. Damien leaned forward out, ready to retaliate.

“What?! What are you saying?”

“..Do you just ramble because I don’t bring much to the conversation..?”

The both of you stayed in silence. You were trying to hold back a laugh as you purse your lips, while Damien had a deadpan smile.

“....Stay still. I’m gonna slap you”

Immediately, Damien began to reach for you from across the bar table, nearly knowing it down as you slapped away at his hands from touching your face. You were laughing hysterically while Damien muttered to you to “stay still damn it!” and “This is what you get for being such a dumb dumb!” while he continued his efforts.

“What! Gahh! Stop!!”

“Fine, fine! But y’know, have you ever thought that maybe I like rambling to you because I want to talk more with you?”

…Being around him was one of your favorite things throughout the day. He was just so warm..So comfortable to be around. He made you feel wanted, something that you haven't felt until you met him.

"Are you an angel?"

His voice pitched from the other side of the call.

"Pfft what?! That's so random! What is this all about?"

You playfully rolled your stomach onto the bed, your feet up in the air while your legs kicked up and down slowly.

"I'm serious. Are you?"

Rolling his eyes, Damien let out a smug smirk.

"I dunno, depends on you"

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't have some sort of attraction towards Damien. Sure, it was a small crush, but you were happy with the friendship you had with him. You didn’t care if he had gotten another partner or if he didn’t share the same feelings. You were just happy being with Damien who liked talking to you.

Though, you were wrong about that. Ironically, after a week of not seeing Damien. He had actually opened up to you about his feelings towards you. Telling you how he needed a break from spending time together, how he had realized he was slowly falling for you - how he didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you. He was scared to see you once he realized how strong his feelings were towards you. After that, the two of you started dating. The relationship felt strange at first, but you weren't complaining. Whatever you needed, Damien was there. When you were sad- Damien was there to comfort you. Whenever you walked to class, he was always right by your side.

It's always been like that, even when the two of you were just friends. But didn’t Damien also have friends to hangout with as well? He'd always go out with them every now and then, and you'd be left on your own whims.

But now?

There wasn't a time where Damien wasn't by your side.

Another thing you've noticed about Damien was that his temper sometimes got the best of him. When it came to the smallest of things- an ant crawling on one of his books, when you would hold your bible close to your chest, how you sometimes looked at other people for ‘too long’. He would either scoff or nearly pop a vein on his head.

How possessive he was towards you, always kissing you and holding you close. Sweetly convincing you to come back to bed, to always look at him, that he adores you too much for you to leave so soon. Bad mouthing the acquaintances that would take up your time from him. Jokingly wishing that they would drop dead or fall ill so that you could focus on him more.

The way he was prideful and rough he was whenever the two of you would be alone and intimate. His hands all over you, his teeth nipping at every inch of your skin. Almost as if he was in a hurry to get those marks all over your body. How he’d mutter those words into your ear, repeating it like a prayer while he shoved your face to whatever surface there was. How beautiful you looked to be ‘finally his’. How sharper his nails would feel whenever he grabbed your hips. The way he would rhythmically pump into you repeatedly, always in a trance with the purpose of cumming inside you. Always lovingly belittling you whenever you cried from the overstimulation, out matching your stamina in an inhuman amount.

It was weird how he never let you look at him whenever the two of you were doing those sorts of things..Was he trying to hide something?

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How come you never let me see you whenever we do it?"

"...I don't want you seeing something you might not like.."

"Aww.. You know I love every part of you.. "

He hugged you, resting his head against the crook of your neck.

"If only.."

He was controlive over the little things you did.

“Why don’t you wear this? I don’t want people staring at you..”

“You have some time, right? So why don’t you just come with me instead of them?”

“Are you asking me to lock you up in this room? No? Then why are you making it so hard to just listen to me?”

He was always demanding to know where you were and what your plan for the day was. Making sure he had tabs on your daily activities.

Now that you noticed it, Damien was more..Dry. Sophisticated. Calculative. Sure, he would be somewhat expressive, smiling, and softly speaking. But, back then, he was more loud, more..Different. You felt so alienated from him at times. What happened? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

Was Damien always like this?

Damien even stopped going to the church. You found it weird since Damien loved going to church with you. It was the place you first met each other. He loved how you would study the pastor's words, making serious notes about the lessons. Sitting right next to you as he also made notes regarding the philosophy of Christianity. You were a church duo, even though the both of you weren’t religious.

But now..Damien hated it. Often complaining how annoying the pastor was with his scriptures. The thing he onced loved became the thing he despised the most. He was once friendly with the pastor. Now, you only find him staring eye to eye with the pastor, stoic towards his words.

"Be weary of the sweet temptations of the world. For Satan is cunning, speaking with honeyed words, luring you into damnation."

"But folks, we have to remember this. There is no need to fear him! He is dethroned, casted away by god. We must always declare his defeat. That is how we remove the authority of the enemy.”

You swore from the corner of your eye, and you saw Damien grin from that statement - as if it was personal to him. The next day, the pastor fell severely ill, according to his wife. You were worried, of course. You talked with the pastor here and there, and you wanted to at least send some medicine or soup for the poor man. Damien, however, just laughed at your attempts, hugging you as he pushed his face against your chest. Calling you adorable for ‘wanting to bother the old nut’.

You had a dream a few days later. You were in the church library, alone. Everything was distorted, books meshed together like liquid, people’s faces blurred out. But, Damien was there, waiting for you. The sweet angelic Damien you knew from the past, smiling and patting a chair that was next to him.

“I missed you”

Before you could say anything, you woke up. You couldn’t place on why you were feeling the way you were feeling, but you were incapable of holding back the tears from flowing. It was like you were grieving over a dead person. But, really- you were sad over nothing.

You were slowly getting paranoid over the small things that were starting to recur. Whenever you walked outside, there was always an owl there- it’s neck following your movements. The small whispers that you swore you could’ve heard calling out to you. The hands that would wrap around your waist whenever your back was turned. Your bible and church notes trashed or missing. The bite marks that would appear out of nowhere when you would wake up. Your mind pulled into a trance whenever you would stare too long into Damien’s eyes. The dreams..How your memories were vaugely replaced little by little with someone else you’ve never encountered.

The worst part was, your mind accepted it as normal - your body seemed to relax at the thought of it. But it wasn’t normal, you knew that.

You had a slight theory in your head, a terrifying thought that brought you shaking whenever you questioned its validity. Was this even Damien? He was acting so fucking weird ever since he disappeared for that week. Everything was just so odd. Like you were cursed by an unknown force. What if this wasn’t Damien? What if Damien was missing and you were dating some skin walker? When you knew Damien, he felt so warm and comfortable to be around. Now, if anything- it often felt too possessive, lustful- intense when you were with him.

It didn’t help when you found that mark behind your back.

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“Hey..Babe, what is this?”

"Oh that? Yeah, you're weird. I told you going to that party was a bad idea, but you didn't listen. You should've seen my face when you showed me it! Why did you think getting that tattoo was a good idea?"

But it wasn't a tattoo. The more you looked into the strange mark on your back, the more concerned you got. It was green, almost glowing. A demon marking.. A ritualistic mark that bonds you to the demon who claimed you as their own. You've read about this. The mark was equivalent to a proposal, promising an afterlife full of happiness in hell. What party did you even go to?

When did you get this?

"I don't know hun..You just showed up with it"

How the fuck do you get rid of it? Fuck, did you have to get laser surgery?

"Honey, calm down. It's not that bad. It's just a tattoo. Plus, I think it looks wonderful on you"

Nonono, you don't want this. Why was there some fucking satanic pact mark on your body?

"Maybe you should stop reading those books..Or maybe just take a break from the whole demons and angels church thing."

Why was this on your body?

"Honey, you know there’s no harm in it right? I think those books are starting to get into your head.."

Maybe...But still it was fucking creepy! But nonetheless, the constant studying and fixation of demons and hell were starting to tire you out. Maybe, you should focus on your assignments more..

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Time passed and it had been at least a year since you and Damien were dating. You were in your final year until graduation, and surprisingly- things were going smoothly. Though your paranoia worsened. You had tried to remove the mark behind your back, even paid for laser surgery to remove it. Explaining to the dermatologist that it was an accident tattoo. Though when the mark was removed, it appeared the next day- as if it completely healed over the treatment.

The relationship hadn’t changed..Damien was still possessive and greedy for your affection. However, Damien was somewhat back to his old self…Somewhat.

Thinking about the past, the stalking, the mark behind your back- it had brought an old familiar feeling back. The church, you wanted to go back and attend it. To at least say hi, for old times sake. To get some answers- some comfort about your fears. You contemplated on bringing Damien, but ultimately heavily decided against it. So you went at night, opening the doors to be greeted with the warmth you were once familiar with.

You smiled as you saw the pastor on the stage, cleaning up and checking up on the instruments for the worship band.

“Sir! How are you? It’s been so long”

The pastor walked towards you, extending his arms out to you as he smiled.

“It’s been so long! What happened? I thought you moved!”

You chuckled, hugging him close as you embraced him, enjoying how cozy he felt.

“Nono! Of course not! Things just got in the way. But I’m glad you’re still here”

The pastor stepped away, eying you up and down, wanting to say something before holding back as he motioned you to follow him. Walking behind him, you both ended up in the office that was located in the basement of the church.

“Sit, I want to talk to you about something”

He sat down behind the table, rummaging through the wooden desk, looking for something as you sat across him.

“I’m a bit worried for you. You disappeared for a while..Something seems off about you..Is anything bothering you?”

You sat quiet for a bit. Should you mention the mark? You wanted to, but you were scared with the answer that would come out. So you didn’t mention it, but you mentioned the other instances you felt when something was wrong.

“Well..I felt paranoid. Whenever I’m not looking it felt like someone was there, touching and whispering in my ear..There’s always there..Like-”

“An unease? That the room feels a lot heavier?”

“Yeah..Exactly like that..But it’s no longer like that! Sure it’s here and there, but it’s really nothing”

The pastor just stared at you. Biting his lip before handing you two things. Anointing oil, and a bottle of holy water..

"I think you should take these. The anointing oil will help protect whatever room, person, or thing of yours"

You took it, examining the items as he continued speaking to you.

"With the oil, you just take a bit of it on your finger and draw a cross on it. It's best that you say a prayer before it"

You nodded your head, smiling as he continued.

“I plead the blood of Jesus Christ over this room. I pray and demand that any spirits in this room be gone in the name of the lord. That this oil that is anointed with the holy spirit will shield and protect me from Satan.”

"Like that?"

Smiling, he gestured his hands, telling you to hold the items close to you.

"Of course! And with the holy water..Well I'm assuming you've watched a bunch of horror movies haha!"

Thanking the pastor, you eventually made your way back home. Promising that you would keep in touch with him as he ushered you outside the doors. When you finally arrived at your dormitory, you let out a scream as Damien stood in front of you.

“Jesus! Damien! Don’t just stand there!”

“Where were you?”

Oh right, you didn’t tell him..

“I was just out running some errands, walking around, sorry I forgot to tell you..”

You felt more worried about him finding out about going back to the church rather than his concern for you.

“Are you lying?”

You exclaimed as you dropped your bag, patting his shoulder as your lips stretched out to a thin line.

“Damien..I would never lie to you..”

You almost felt guilty for deceiving him, but you didn’t want him to know.

“..Well, let’s go back to bed okay? The bed felt cold without you..So please?”

He pleaded with you, turning off the lights, guiding you to the bed short after as his hands grabbed onto yours.

“Haha, of course.”

“I love you so much..”

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You’ve been thinking about it, using the oil and holy water. When Damien was gone for an hour to do an exam, he needed to pass. You, who were free from all of your work, decided to open the anointing oil. Putting a few drops of the oil on the tip of your finger, you anointed the room. Drawing a cross, as you said a small prayer.

Maybe one or two more would be best? You thought of nothing of it. It was just a gift, something that you wanted to try. Something that would perhaps ease your fear. Nothing would come out of it.

But something did.

Damien had a severe headache and reaction the moment he stepped in your room. Groaning in pain as he nearly fell to the floor. Clutching his head in pain as the ungodly sounds of wheezing came out of his throat. You were terrified as you saw Damien try to get ahold of himself. Whispering to himself while you stood there, frozen.

Adrenaline rushed through your body as a million thoughts went through your head. He was just stressed, right? He just came back from an exam, maybe he's tired. You tried to rationalize your extreme theories to calm yourself down. But even then, a few words had slipped out of your mouth - unconsciously wanting to test out your theory.

"Get behind me Satan."

He knelt as he stared at you in disbelief.

".......What?"

Your voice shook in fear, your eyes furrowing as you stared at your boyfriend.

“You heard me. Who are you?”

Fixing his composure, Damien looked at you concerned. Cautiously approaching you while also keeping a safe distance.

“Honey, what are you talking about? Calm down okay? Take a deep breath, I was just a bit stressed from staying up all night”

You sneered as you were quick to grab the holy water from your cabinet, loosening the cap as you raised your voice.

“Cut the shit. G-God..What did you do to Damien?!”

Tearing up, you shouted as you splashed the holy water at him. Making sure to throw a large amount towards his face.

“Honey what are you talkin- FUCK!”

He sneered in pain, cowering down as he tried to cover himself. Now you were panicking as your theory was confirmed. You had almost felt bad, stupid, delusional even. But now? Your fight or flight senses were triggered.

“W-Why did that hurt you?! HUH?! T-TELL ME!”

You waved the bottle frantically. Your eyes widening as you saw his skin burning in agitation from the water that hit his skin. He tried to excuse himself, to save whatever grace he had. But you weren’t having it. Screaming out scriptures, dousing him in holy water- you had eventually revealed him for what he truly was.

Blonde hair, curled horns protruding out of his head, the sharp tail that moved side to side swiftly. He wasn't human. This wasn't Damien.

“This hurts you! You’re..A demon..In the name of the holy-"

But before you could finish your sentence, your prayer, your last ditch effort to handle the situation, he interrupted you. Rushing towards you he pinned you against the cabinet that you were standing behind. His hands gripping onto the edges of the wood, your body sandwiched in between the hard surface and his chest. With nowhere to escape, you tried screaming- but he was quick to wrap a hand around your throat, threatening to squeeze deathly tight, warning you to keep quiet.

“Are you finished? I could kill you right now and take you with me for all eternity. But I would rather take my time and not hurt you... So just be good for me, okay?”

You nodded your head frantically, trying to speak as your words were whispered. He eyed you, loosening his grip around your neck.

“Why? Why are you doing this? Who are you?”

In awe, his lips softly kissed your cheek, trying to comfort you as you teared up from fear.

“Aww..Love..Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? Satan, that’s who I am. I know this is a lot for you but, I want you to know that I love you. Okay?”

Satan.

Satan?

The demon that replaced Damien, the one who made you breakfast everyday. The one who was jealous whenever you dared speak to anyone. The one you gave your virginity to..?

Satan himself was in love with you? Satan, the prince of darkness, one of the rulers of hell- was here professing his love to you. How long has he been using Damien’s face for? Where was Damien if he was taking his place?

“Where’s Damien then? What did you do to him?”

You asked, your lips shuddering as you thought about him. If he had disappeared, then..

“Don’t worry about him, he's fine. Better than how he was wasting his life away before”

A surge of panic coursed through your body, your hands instinctively shoved Satan away with all of your strength.

“YOU KILLED HIM?!”

Unfazed, he sighed as if you were overreacting. His palms reached out towards you, telling you to calm down from your outburst.

“Now, he wasn’t in any pain. He didn’t even see it coming, so don’t worry about him. Afterall, he became the sweet angel you always thought of him as. So either way, everyone benefits in this situation”

Your jaw clenched as your eyes wavered at the demon who stood in front of you.

“I’m not going to hurt you...I’m not doing this for the sake of destroying your life. In fact- I’m doing it for the sake of making it better! I love you, you don’t understand - I need you. You fascinate me - you're the only human on this earth I deem tolerable!"

"I had to do it, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but Damien was just a nobody in your life. There are lots of people like him out there in the world. So please, just think for a moment."

You recoiled as you felt his sharp nails softly outline the curves of your face. Cringing as you stood there fear, hearing his insane ramblings.

“You’ve read about me. Studied me. Talked about me. You were just as interested in me as I was for you. Don’t you think that's special?”

Bitterly, you spat at his face.

"I want you gone. Out of my life. I will never love you- you'll never have me. Get out."

He looked at you, almost remorseful as you glared at him- only to then smirk and roll his eyes..And with that, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. For a good year, even until graduation- you never saw him again. It was almost as if he never existed.

All the messages, the call histories, everything- they were gone.

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It had been a few years ever since he stopped approaching you, only deciding to watch you from a distance. Hiding in the shadows, lurking in the small corners of your home, he admired you.

It drove him mad when observed your cute little attempts at avoiding him. Always wearing that small cross around your neck, never interacting with anyone outside of the church. Praying everyday on the edge of your bed before you go to sleep, hoping to ward him off forever.

You were such an adorable little sheep. So desperate to keep him away, not knowing it only made him want you more. Every night he watched you, hungrily devouring your body with his eyes, enjoying how meek you've become. He wanted to take you right then and there, surprising you with his presence when he would emerge from the shadows. How would your face look in fear? Would you scream at him? Attempt to perform an exorcism?

Would it be enjoyable watching you break down from the spot? Hearing you whimper when he would corner you. Watching you plead for him to leave you alone. The slow burn of you fearing him, only to reach out to him out of desperation when he's hovering over you.

You're starved aren't you? Lonely, and starved for an ounce of emotional attention. You haven't been talking to a lot of people lately, even when you're in the illusion of safety when you're in the church. He felt so bad for you, yet so eager for you. All vulnerable and alone..You're still sad about that human boy weren't you?

That's okay.

There was nothing a new face couldn't fix.

Sooner or later, he'll have you forget about him. He'll have you wrapped up around his finger. You'll live your perfect minuscule human life with him until death do you part- temporarily. After all, heaven wouldn't allow an angel with the mark of the beast into their pearly gates, would they?

A new face, a new name. He would meet you again at the church. Charming you with his words, coaxing you with his sweet voice that was hard to resist. Making you smile again, hearing that angelic laugh of yours, feeling your warmth when you cuddled underneath him.

He missed how good it felt to be with you. He loved every bit of it. How it gave him an excuse to act out on his pent up urges towards you. To have your legs so nicely wrapped around his torso, drowning in pure lust from those sweet sounds you'd make. To finally have your body all to himself.

It wouldn't last for long though.. You were smart- too smart. You always somehow found out a way to identify him through the smallest of ways. Through the subtle gestures he'd make, the appearance he decided to appear as, or even from saying an old ancient spell against him just to see his reaction. You even went as far as spraying him with holy water like some sort of cat at one point.

How intentive!

That's why he loved you. You were so intelligent, brighter than most. That's why he didn't mind doing it over and over again. Like a game of cat and mouse. You'd gain a sense of security, feeling confident that the man right next to you wasn't him- only for it to break again when you came to terms with the truth.

He didn't mind. It was exciting watching you ponder about him. It was special what the both of you had together. Seeing your face contort in pure anguish and rage when you realized that the person you had slept with, the one you had trusted your whole heart with, was only him the entire time. How you would beg, even try to bribe him with intimacy and sex- just for him to leave you alone. Pleading him to stop impersonating people and potential partners.

"But this is fun darling. Watching you break down every time~"

"I can't just give it all up for something I can do whenever we're together"

"There's really no issue here, you're the only one who's making it a problem"

"Running away, panicking for no reason…You already know I won't hurt you. I just want to love you."

"So really, when will you stop?"

No matter how much you run, he'll always have you in his arms. Even in death, you won't ever be able to escape him.

How long will it take for you to crumble and accept him? When will you stop running away from him? Time and time again, you would run away- only to come crawling back to him.

So why don't you just accept the inevitable?

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