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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝟐 (part 1)

18+ONLY MDNI

kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals

Kinktober Prompts: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? CW: AU college fic. blood obsession/hematolagnia, bimbo reader, murder, slight DV/SA mentions (from your npc jerk ass bf), unprotected sex, masturbation, LOTS of teasing/foreplay, slight age gap (roughly 21 vs 28) and dark content. NOTE: If death/killer romanticization related shit triggers you this is probably a fic to avoid because that is happening all through this bitch. I literally wrote a murder fluff smut fic lmfao. WC: 9.9 of 15.4k Lightly black fem coded (reader is an AKA lmfao) but no descriptors.

A/N: I had no idea so many people would be this hyped for Part 2. No really, I'm shocked! But It gets real here peoples! Lots of smut and dark shit below so please read the content warnings! I don't want no crying in the mentions and DMs cause y'all should know how out of pocket I am by now and I took it there lmfao.

If you riding with me still Thank You for putting up with my OCD bullshit and for all the support, comments and reblogs on Part 1! y'all real asf & ilysm

Enjoy!

Previously:

“Whatever, let’s fucking go Y/N. We have an important party to throw later.” 

Dean grabs your wrist and jerks you away with you barely being able to grab your bag. 

Your stomach twists and you are at a complete loss for words but manage to flash an apologetic look at Choso while you are dragged off. 

However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.

The expression on his face is stone cold and it sends a chill up your spine.

☠

Sigh. 

For the first time ever in your life you are miserable at a party. 

To say you had been excited leading up to today would have been an understatement. The initiation party after rush was one of the biggest events in the greek system and you had led the charge this year in planning the party.

Nevertheless, any cheerful enthusiasm you held had been trampled on by the disaster that had taken place earlier in the day with Choso. 

If getting out of going wouldn’t be more trouble than it was worth you would have faked being sick. It’s not like you hadn’t already stressed yourself into a headache.

Yet here you were suffering through, completely sober. Not even being able to bring yourself to drink away your problems.

How could you even pretend to enjoy yourself when your forced smile cracked as soon as the mental image of Choso’s icy expression looped through your mind?

Your chest got a little tighter each time you remembered and it frazzled your nerves.

Just about everyone and everything annoyed you right now.

Even the party: Hunter vs Hunted, one of your favorites, was soured. 

Typically the theme entailed girls dressed up as various exotic animals or woodland creatures and the boys dressed as safari game hunters or woodsmen. But this time around, no thanks to singular frat boy hivemind, they all got the bright idea to collectively cosplay as Ghostface.

Taking a new meaning on Hunter. 

They couldn’t carry knives on campus of course so they all carried around metal bats which they probably stole from the baseball team.

Sure, let’s all dress up as the masked serial killer while he is still on the loose. 

You rolled your eyes. 

The pilfered bats were a hazard waiting to happen too. You could only be thankful that the party was at Dean’s frat and not your own sorority so him and the rest of those idiots could fuck their own shit up once they inevitably got way too hammered and started swinging them around. 

You mostly just wished they hadn’t changed the plan without telling you. 

Then at least you could have dressed up in line with the horror theme and wouldn’t have had to wear this sexy Bambi costume which although skimpy, the fur parts made it way too hot to be wearing in a crowded party indoors. 

On edge and not being able to leave, you did the next best thing and sequestered yourself in the kitchen pantry. 

It was spacious and a lot cooler than the rest of the house.

You made yourself look busy in there by restocking snacks and making sure there was an ample supply of red cups ready to go around for the keg. 

When someone did notice you tucked away, you gave the best fake smile you could muster and made-up an excuse not to join in on whatever drinking game they were playing promising you would ‘catch up in a minute.’ 

Fortunately for you, most of your friends and sorority sisters were a bit too faded by this point to notice you missing and never joining in. 

Maybe a bit longer and you could slip out unnoticed? 

That was your plan at least until you felt Dean throw an arm over you from behind.

“There you are babe!”

Urgh.

The overwhelming ick and nausea you felt from him touching you rivaled your worst hangover. 

You immediately shrug him off.

“Come on babe don’t be like that. Get a freshman to take over.  We're gonna play rage cage.”

You threw Dean a wary look.

You try to tell him you aren’t in the mood but of course your selfish dickhead of a boyfriend ignores you.

Dean then proceeds to pull your arm and lead you out of the pantry through the kitchen. 

On a different day you probably would have just given in, easier to go along with the flow than cause an issue. Today however was different and the last thing in the world you wanted to do was play fucking rage cage with a bunch of horny frat boys who were just trying to get girls drunk enough to fuck.

“Goddamnit, Dean I said no!”

Your tolerance had boiled past its limits.

You forcibly snatch your hand back, knocking some empty bottles over on the counter in the process which come crashing down to the floor shattering into pieces. 

Your words and movements dripped with so much aggression you surprised yourself, Dean and the people around you who had turned to see what the commotion was. 

”No? No? You’re really telling me no Y/N? After you’ve been acting like a fuckin’ bitch all day since I crashed your make out session with that freak.”

Immediately self-conscious, your eyes darted around the crowd of people that had now turned their full attention toward you.

You hated confrontation and never wanted to be that couple fighting at a party.

Ducking down quickly, you begin to pick up the shattered pieces of bottled glass on the floor. 

The pounding of your headache against your temples grew feverishly and the harsh fluorescent kitchen lights started to make you feel faint, you hoped Dean would just let this go if you backed down. 

“Look, we’ll talk about that later, ok? Just please don’t be an asshole Dean, I really don’t feel good right now.” 

You pleaded with him, quietly trying to quell the situation. 

But true to his infamous asshole nature, Dean wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He wanted to humiliate you as he felt you humiliated him in front of his friends earlier with that nobody loser.

”Now, I’m the asshole?” Dean questioned to his frat brothers smugly.

“Hey, maybe I am for having a girlfriend like Y/N, who would slut herself out for a grade in front of the entire quad!” 

Dean had all but yelled that last part out. Your drunken clown of a boyfriend didn’t care if he caused a scene at your expense.  

Now you had the full attention of everyone in the kitchen. 

You took a shaky breath as you stood up and felt the crunch of broken glass beneath your heels.

An unfamiliar sensation of rage rises within you.

It really wasn’t in your nature to be angry even when you were upset, you mostly just cried but now you were pissed to say the least. 

He has some fucking nerve. 

Especially when you knew no one starting on the football team studied at all and were all automatically passed through whatever easy bullshit major they signed up for.

“Dean–”

You start yet pause for a moment, trying to keep your cool.

“–you know how hard I study.”

Twisting the proverbial knife in your back to wind you up further Dean continued.

“Yeah, Y/N That's what’s so pathetic about it. You get Bs. That pussy ain’t even good enough for an A. I would know.”

Collective gasps, snickers and whispers arose from around the kitchen. Word had spread of your fighting as more people gathered in the doorway.

Typically this is where you would have run off crying. However, you were exhausted mentally and emotionally. You had already cried for a good hour today while getting ready. 

The only emotions you had readily available to tap into was the hidden well of resentment and ire you held for Dean.

“And how would you even know what good pussy is Dean? You can’t last longer than two pumps, is it not all the same for you?”

You snapped back. 

Your fists had formed into a tight ball.

You are so enraged you can’t even feel the prick from the broken glass bottle still in your hand puncturing your skin.

How long has it been since you stood up for yourself? 

You can’t remember the last time you even fought with anyone like this but it felt good seeing the smug look on his face fall as his friends around him jeered and laughed.

“I know how to settle this Y/N.”

Dean mused as he yanked one of your sorority sisters nearby toward you.

“How ‘bout we ask Aaliyah then, eh? She got more than 2 pumps last weekend after you left the party to go chase after Ghostface–”

Your head snaps to your AKA sister in question, Aaliyah, who looked like she saw a cursed spirit as all the color drained from her face. Her eyes shamefully hit the floor before they met your gaze. 

She couldn’t even look at you which only further solidified Dean’s accusations. 

So Dean himself confirmed he’d been cheating on you? Cool. 

With your own Sorority sister, who you considered one of your besties since you both rushed together? 

Even better. 

Blood slowly trickled out of your hand to drip on the floor from how rigidly you held onto the glass but the small red puddle went unnoticed as your whole vision was already saturated with the color red when you looked at Dean who hadn’t even finished his disrespectful tirade. 

“–Although on second thought, it was probably an excuse for you to go suck off that loser freak TA of yours right?”

More heckles erupted from the crowd around you and you don’t think you have ever hated someone so much in your life as you hated Dean right at this moment. 

Sure you were upset with Aaliyah but your fury was purely focused on Dean. 

He had some nerve to start so much shit earlier over an almost-kiss when he was fucking your good friend behind your back. 

“And how fucking out of her mind was she then, huh Dean? Would she even remember? You pathetic piece of shit...”

You get directly in his face. 

“...that limp dick of yours fumbles orgasms like you fumble passes. That’s why we lost the big game last week. And guess what? That's also why we’re now OVER!”

Dean’s bulky build towers over you but he might as well have been 3 feet tall to you as the razor edge of your words eviscerate him.

“So who’s the fucking loser now Dean?”

Everyone in the room was stunned into silence by the venom dripping from someone they had never even heard raise their voice before.

You don't notice anyone else's reactions though as suddenly you became hyperaware of the large fractured piece of bottled glass cutting into you. 

Your eyes flickered back to Dean as your hand twitches.

For a fleeting moment you felt an inkling urge to drive the glass in your hand directly into Dean’s smug ass face.

Yet whatever dark fury burned in you was instantly snuffed out as you felt a flood of cold bitter beer splash down on you from Dean’s red solo cup. 

”Why don’t you cool off for a bit dear,” Dean cooed at you, mocking you and your now ruined Bambi costume as he and the frat boys around you started to roar with laughter.

That was it. 

You were done. 

Dean had succeeded in humiliating you. 

Any contention or further will to fight within you had dissipated the moment you were doused in beer. 

The glass in your hand drops onto the ground as a dull ache radiates from your wound that continues to seep blood onto the floor.

“I hope you realize this is the last time an AKA will grace this sorry ass frat for a party. I’ll see to that. Enjoy the rest of your night fellas!”

The icy air of your words contrasted with the perfect pageant smile you gave them and it unsettled those around you especially as they all notice the blood gushing from your hand. 

The crowd immediately parts as you leave. No one dares utter a word to you as you exit the party through the side kitchen door. 

You can feel your phone go off as you get a flurry of group texts and missed facetimes. Most of your sisters weren’t even in the kitchen to witness the scene.

You respond to the group chat to tell them just to stay and enjoy the party and turn your phone on ‘do not disturb.’

You just wanted to be alone. 

You’d deal with the fallout tomorrow.

☠

Choso wore a twisted grin hidden under his Ghostface mask.

The hunter vs hunted party meant a perfect time for him to hunt. 

Leaning against a building Choso was shrouded in the dark cover of shadows far removed from campus lights.

Old habits, he mused. There was really no need for him to hide at all tonight. 

He could actually walk around openly as Ghostface now without causing alarm seeing as how most of those fraternity morons were dressed up like him tonight. 

This made things even easier. 

Choso scanned the area for his next prey. 

Someone, anyone alone would do. 

Choso had been itching to spill blood since he had the enticing inclination to slash your boyfriend’s throat earlier.

Currently he wanted nothing more than to see a violent geyser of blood spurt from his next victim. Having it be a shithead frat guy would only sweeten the kill so he had stalked close to frat row for his latest victim.

There.

Seeing movement in the distance, a lone figure, Choso cautiously advances trailing in the shadows towards them until they come into focus under the street lights.  

He nearly does a double take when he recognizes it's you.

Shouldn’t Miss-Perfect-Social-Butterfly be having the time of her life right now with her cretins being crowned queen of the frats or something?

Choso thought bitterly. 

That is, until he got a good look at you. 

You were wet and shivering as you failed to sniff back the tears pouring down your face.

Despite his desire to stay angry with you, his jaw involuntarily clenches as he had never seen you this upset before. 

Something had happened.  

Choso confused look turns deadly as vision travels down to see you nursing the hand you cradled to your chest. He recognizes blood running down your forearm to stain your already soiled costume.

A territorial urge swelled within him, not knowing you had inflicted your own injury. 

You were his prey. 

It was unforgivable for someone else to spill what was his to enjoy.

Choso immediately concluded the cause of it was Dean.

Boyfriend or not he would gladly gut that motherfucker at the drop of a dime. 

He hadn’t forgotten how roughly he had dragged you off earlier. 

And more importantly how you had let that asswipe drag you off. That honestly had fired his temper more than anything. 

A storm of conflicting feelings, Choso yearns to see more of your blood splattered on the ground as much as he secretly covets to have you writhing underneath him.

Should he approach you? 

No. Not yet.

Although, he would never have a more perfect chance than now to kill you if he was ever actually going to go through with it.

Securing his knife on the inside of his robe, Choso silently propels himself after you. 

Never falling too far behind, he vigilantly watches you from a distance as both your protector and predator.

☠

A warm shower was just what you needed but you were pissed you had to wash your hair 3 times to get the smell of Milwaukee's out, which proved insanely hard to do with one functioning hand. 

You could have killed Dean. 

No actually though, as you remembered the dark seething compulsion you felt. 

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you earlier.

Pushing those thoughts to the side though you focused on the gash in your hand, it was pretty gnarly. 

You were just thankful the first aid kid in your sorority house had enough gauze and tape until you could get to the campus nurse tomorrow. 

You probably needed stitches as any sudden movements had the fragile skin of your palm bleeding again.

Returning to your room in a comfy pink cotton bra and thong you throw your towel over a chair.

You start to reach for your fluffy robe when you see Choso’s black track jacket on your desk. It still had the small coffee stains on it from earlier but you opted to slip into it anyway.

Truthfully, you lied to him.

You hadn’t just been carrying it around waiting to give it back to him.

You had worn it more times this past week than you would willingly admit to anyone. 

You even took it on purpose instead of your actual jacket this morning not actually thinking you would run into Choso but when you had seen him, you knew you wanted him to see you in it.

With a sigh of frustration, you dove face first into the pillows of your bed as you curled into his jacket. 

It was your only comfort at the moment. 

Your mind wanders and you can’t help but think of how better a boyfriend Choso would have been to you.

Dean would never let you wear his jackets, no matter how cold you were. He said you were too air-headed and would ruin or lose it. 

Not that he wasn’t right, you definitely were accident prone.

But that's why it had meant so much to you when Choso, not even your boyfriend, had given you his own without a second thought.

You only hoped he didn’t hate you now. 

Not that you could blame him if he did.

Even you hated you a bit for even being with a jerk like Dean in the first place no matter how convenient you thought it had been for you. 

How could you even face Choso in class next week? 

Despite your heart crumpling when you thought of Choso’s cold intimidating gaze being cast upon you again, you admittedly had never seen a look that intense before from anyone. 

It was also impossible to forget the ravenous look in his eyes when he was so close to kissing you. 

He looked as if he would devour you whole. 

God, everything about him was so sexy.

His strong jaw set firm, his eyes dark pools that sucked you in even from memory, his lean muscular body.

You wish you had realized how bad you had been crushing on him sooner. Before everything got so fucked up. 

You fidgeted as an ache developed between your legs.

Turning your head to the side you used your bandaged hand to gently push his jacket collar into your face. 

It still smelled like him despite how many times you’ve worn it this week and despite the faint smell of old coffee from earlier.

Squirming on your bed, you tried in vain to keep your legs from sliding against each other creating more friction as your body became increasingly hotter. 

A shameless whine escaped your lips as you huffed his woody masculine scent in and out. 

Your legs rubbed together more eagerly. 

Shit, you were so horny. 

Still laid flat on your belly you lifted your hips up for access as a manicured finger pressed into your clit toying with yourself from the outside of your pink cotton thong.

Choso was so meticulous, so knowledgeable in everything he did you were sure he knew how to make you cum. 

You were desperate for him as you remembered what it felt like when he caught you from falling last week. 

How good would his sculpted chest feel pressed into you now?

Would he look at you with the same want that flared across his features when he had gotten a glimpse of your panties you had intentionally put on display for him? 

You didn’t miss how it matched the look he gave you when he nearly kissed.

“Choso…”

You moaned out loud. 

You could feel the wet spot your teasing was earning you spread over your thong as your cunt continued to drool over your fantasies of him.

Craving more you lifted your ass up higher while your fingers fumbled to slide under the flimsy fabric.

“A-ahhh s-shit Cho– F-fuck!”

You panted as you sunk two fingers into your cunt. You worked to diligently pump them in and out of you as you pressing your palm down firmly over your swollen clit. 

Your face buried itself deeper in his jacket as you gasped and your warm breath pushed back against you as you imagined it was his own tickling your neck.

All your senses screamed with want to be consumed by him and you pined for the feeling of his cock stretching your wet cunt instead of your slim fingers that weren’t cut out for the job.

“F-fuck C-Choso.. Mmm, let me cum.” 

You practically sobbed when you glided a third finger into your pussy, two wasn’t enough to quell the craze that had overtaken you.

Ironically and unbeknownst to you, Choso (who had hidden himself in your closet during your shower), was mere moments away from losing his own goddamn mind.

Wholly entranced, he listened to you wantonly call for him like a sweet siren song and watched utterly fixated on the way you fiercely finger fucked your pussy like it was his own cock.

All the while in his jacket sniffing the sweaty soiled material like some filthy fucking pervert.

Fuck!

When he had followed you back to the sorority house he had finally resolved to kill you, but now he was at a standstill as there was no plausible way this was actually happening in front of him.

The obscene ASMR of your cunt sloshing rang in his ears and your legs quivered obscenely with you approaching your orgasm. 

Your desperate thrusts caused his oversized jacket to ride up to your hips revealing the way your ass bare ass jiggled when you drove your hips down and pushed your digits up deeper into your core that waited greedily to suck them in.  

You chanted out Choso’s name with urgency straining your voice as you climaxed. The bed creaked from you now humping the mattress while riding out your high.

Shit you were fucking sexy. 

Thought you'd just been toying with him for fun all this time...

Until now.

Choso’s grip on his knife tightened as adrenaline surged through his body. 

He could feel the blood pumping through his dick. 

He wanted to fuck you. 

Badly. 

Give you what you’ve both been needing all this time. 

Choso fully bricked, suppressed a hiss through clenched teeth as he palmed the bulge in his pants but remained otherwise still.

He can’t imagine a positive reaction if he burst out of your closet as Ghostface nor could he just take off his mask and pop out of your closet as your TA like he was some fucking creeper.

This was pure agony. 

You never failed to find some way to unravel him.

Choso was so tense, his body coiled so tightly, he couldn't control his thigh involuntarily twitching and his knee recoiled against your closet door.

He cursed himself for the millionth time at the lack of control he had around you, he had never had to restrain himself so much around anyone else.

Ecstasy was etched on your features as you looked around puzzled from where the noise came from.

However, the even louder boom of the front door slamming shocked you out of your blissful daze and stole your attention away.

You sat up quickly and wondered if your sorority sisters were back already.

You glanced at the clock.

10:32 pm.

It was still much too early for them to leave.  

But who else could it be? 

You groaned and reluctantly hopped off the bed, zipping up Choso’s jacket fully to hide the slick between your legs and went out to greet them so you could avoid them coming into your room and return to your solitude as quickly as possible. 

You were tired, frustrated and still horny as hell. 

You only wanted make yourself cum hard enough you could fall asleep and end this miserable ass day.    

☠                                                   

“Girls~! You really didn’t have to leave so early~!” 

You call out to your sisters.

It was a little late for a show of solidarity if that's what they thought they were doing.

You rolled your eyes. 

But it was eerily quiet as you received no response. 

That’s odd.

Walking down the hall you froze once the view from the top floor opens into the foyer below and you see the front door wide open. 

Not a single soul in sight or to be heard. 

“Girls?”

Fight or flight senses kick into gear altering you to the possible dangers below. 

You might be a bit of a ditz but you studied enough forensics and had seen enough scary movies to know how this shit usually ended.

You turn back to run to your room to call someone but stopped as you noticed your phone on the entryway table by the door. 

Crap.

Steeling yourself you slowly inched your way towards the staircase, stopping at times to lean over the banister for any signs of someone.

“This isn’t funny girls! You know I’ve already had a really shitty night!”

But only the hollow sound of wind whipping through the door answered you as it swayed on its hinges. 

This was an older house.

Maybe you didn’t close the door all the way in the beginning? 

No one in your sorority house ever locked the doors, which now you considered probably wasn’t the greatest tradition to keep up while you were at home all alone and a serial killer was on the loose.

You crept down the stairs trying to silence any creaks as best you could.

“I swear on a stack of Vogues if this is a prank you all of you whores will all be on campus clean-up community service duty for the rest of the semester!”

Still nothing but silence as you reached the bottom of the staircase.

The lights were on in the entire house. From what you could tell the den and living room areas surrounding the foyer were empty. 

You sighed. Maybe it was just the wind.

You close the door and this time make sure to lock it as you clutch your phone and turn to scamper back upstairs when you feel something grab at you from behind.

“Want to die Y/N?” 

You let out a screech as you whip your around to see a figure you recognize as Ghostface reach for you as you stumble backwards into the den. 

Tripping over your own feet, you fall back landing on your injured hand and knocking your head against the edge of a coffee table.

A roar of laughter erupts as you groan dazed from the floor.

“You really are a clumsy ditz, babe.” 

Puzzled and near concussed, you blink through blurry vision to see Dean pull off the Ghostface mask as he crouches down to your level and leans on his metal bat tauntingly.

Pain blossoms sharply in the back of your head and you can feel the puncture wound on your hand open and saturate your bandage.

“The fuck are you doing here Dean?” 

You glared up at him through your one good hand that covered your face as you struggle to get your bearings back. 

You couldn’t catch a fucking break tonight.

“Still being a huge bitch even though I came all the way over here to say sorry, eh?”

Dean hummed, brow raised as he chuckled.

“I thought a little fright would put you in a good mood, Y/N.”

“Nice way of apologizing Dean. Insult me, scare me half to death and give me a concussion.” 

You knew this man was not sorry at all.

Someone sober enough had probably informed Dean that you did have the power to essentially kill their fraternity’s social life, cucking his entire house for the foreseeable future. They likely sent him to make things right with you ASAP. 

But even with all that on the line your tool of an ex was such a huge dick he couldn’t even do the bare minimum to give you a decent apology like an actual human being (not that you would have accepted it).

“I see I was right about one thing though.” 

Dean got your attention as he pointed down at the moisture running down your legs.

You immediately pull Choso’s jacket down further to cover yourself. 

You couldn’t give a fuck what he thought at this point. You’d confess to fucking the entire Forensics department if got him out of your face.

“Sure Dean, think what you want okay? Just fucking GET. OUT.” 

You felt dizzy from the pressure thrumming in the back of your skull.

“Yeah and if I say no whore? Then what?” 

Dean slid a clammy hand over your knee which sent another wave of nausea through you, your head spinning.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to stop his hand traveling lower before you suddenly noticed Dean’s body being ripped away from you entirely.

The scene that followed occurred in a whirlwind as your head felt like it would explode trying to focus on anything.

Your eyes strain to keep up with the action only registering fractions of it through your blurred vision. 

You see…blood?

Is it yours?

No. It’s flowing from Dean’s shoulder.

Another person?

No

…Ghostface?

Yes.

Your double vision struggled to pinpoint exactly what was happening as Dean and the masked Ghostface fought for dominance, somehow ending up back in the foyer. 

Dean was barely able to keep the large hunting knife from sinking into his chest.

Was this even real?

Were you really about to witness a Ghostface crime scene in action?

Were you next?

You felt like you were witnessing it all play out through someone else’s body as your mind floated off and you felt more disconnected. 

Your awareness faded in and out.

There was no doubt, you definitely had a small concussion. 

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps up as you finally hear Dean shouting your name although it sounded like you were in a fishbowl.

He had somehow gotten leverage and evened the odds with the killer as they both now had a hold of the blade’s handle.

“Y/N! Pay attention you ditzy ass bimbo! Don’t just sit there looking stupid, get the fucking bat.”

You scanned the floor around you. 

Sure enough, there was the scuffed metal bat shining back at you resting by your knees.

Your injured hand grazes it and you see a red trail of blood smearing across it as the cool smooth metal soothes your ruptured skin.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you daydreaming about?! Get your ass over here!”

You grip the bat’s handle, ignoring the pain to use it and the coffee table as leverage to push you up off the floor.

You sway on your feet as your blood pressure drastically drops from standing too quickly. 

Your head feels light. 

Your body feels light. 

Surprisingly too, even the large heavy metal bat now feels light in your injured palm. 

“Fucking finally, Y/N!”

Dean yelled as he saw you on your feet.

“It’s not like I’m trying to fight off a killer here or anything dumb bitch.” 

Dumb bitch?

Oh yeah, he means you.

God, Dean was fucking annoying you just wished he would shut up sometimes. 

You couldn’t even think straight. 

What were you doing again? 

Right, the bat. He told you to bring it to him.

You wanted to sit down again. You were so tired.

You couldn't rest though as Dean’s voice was ringing in your ears. 

You just wanted him to shut up more than anything so you willed yourself forward. 

“Give Dean the bat, Give Dean the bat.”

You lowly repeated in a mantra like state.

Your vision was spotted with black dots swirling like the pain in your head.

GiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebat

You gripped the handle in both hands.

You were going to give Dean the bat.

“Y/N! Goddamn bitch move your lazy fuckin–”

C-R-A-C-K!

The slick sound ricochets throughout the entryway and reverberates in your ears.

C-R-A-C-K!

You feel warm droplets of moisture spray on you.

C-R-A-C-K!

The bat and Dean’s motionless body both simultaneously hit the floor with a thud. 

You closed your eyes.

You felt… relief? 

Like you could breathe again as the hazy veil that had shrouded your thoughts lifted and the throbbing in your head slowly receded. 

You weren’t sure how to describe what you were feeling but it was some mix between euphoria, exhilaration and… freedom?

Well, you were finally free of Dean for good now.

You couldn’t help but be amused by that thought as you wiggle your toes in the warm red liquid that pooled around them. 

A child-like giggle resounds from you. 

Was this post nut kill clarity?

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the hallway mirror you noticed blood and chunks of brain matter strewn all over Choso’s jacket. 

You wouldn’t be able to go without washing it now.

You frowned at the thought of his scent being washed away as well as you unzipped it, checking to see if the stains seeped through the lining too.

You had made such a mess. 

Quick movements out of the corner of your eyes reminded you of the fact you were not alone.

The actual Ghostface killer stood mere feet away from you, his intentions clear as he visibly heaved and extended his knife out to the side approaching you.

You sighed exhausted. 

“I’m not going to be able to blame this one on you, am I?”

Ghostface shook his head, confirming what you already knew.

☠

Choso felt his own adrenaline reach a frenzied peak.

He approached you with the animalistic stature of a predator who was sizing up another. 

You were a killer now, no longer simply his prey.

Proving as much as eyes showed no remorse for the life you had taken.

Yet given what he had walked in on just minutes ago and how distraught you were leaving the party, there was nothing for to mourn anyway.

The only emotion your shown was concern for the on coming threat of him as you backed up to keep from his advances. 

Heh, that could just as easily be him right now bleeding out on the floor.

He mused as he side stepped Dean’s body to stalk closer towards you.

Choso smirked, he was only disappointed he wasn’t the one to kill him.

Although he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked creating your own work of art.

A bit abstract and not as precise as his own methods. 

Nevertheless, Choso continues to be amazed by how his cute and clumsy little undergrad just showed him a darkness he had only previously recognized in himself. 

Choso watches you back away until your ankles hit the bottom of the staircase.

Your feet and hands were slick with blood and you couldn’t find your footing on the steps nor support yourself on the railing so you were forced to scooch up the stairs. 

Yet given your injury even that proved difficult for you.

What would he do with you now?

“W-We’re even right? You saved me, I saved you.” 

You tried to bargain as you saw him crawl up the staircase after you.

Ghostface cocked his head to the side considering your words as he reached you and stopped your escape with a strong gloved hand digging into the flesh of your hip. 

Ghostface suspended himself over you covering your frame entirely and his metallic blade glared in the light as if it would pierce into you at the slightest whim. 

Were you going to die like this? 

Despite the danger you couldn’t help but be a bit turned on.

Especially as Ghostface’s touch reminded you so much of–

“Did you get off on killing your boyfriend Y/N?” 

Ghosface taunted, speaking for the first time.

“...or were you already this fucking wet from fantasizing about someone else, hm?”

Your eyes widened.

Your mind raced too fast to reach a succinct conclusion. But you were disappointed to hear a voice box distortion instead of the actual person's voice beneath the mask.

Your flurry of jumbled thoughts are paused when you feel the cool caresses of the flat metal side of his blade drag across the skin of your stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Your chest heaved slowly with steady intensity as your breath shuddered. 

“Are you turned on now Y/N?”

You look away from Ghostface as he taunts as you. You feel more self-conscious considering who you think is under the mask.

Just how fucked up was it you were turned on from murdering your boyfriend in cold blood to save a serial killer who might have been the guy you had just been masturbating to who was also the serial killer Ghostface and very likely about to kill you now? 

Very. 

Very fucked up was the answer.

You would have been ashamed if you could bring yourself to care.

Choso’s jerks your face back to him as the hand with the blade parts your legs. 

The lust in your eyes and your drenched cunt were all the answers he needed.

“AHH!”

You cry out as you feel the smooth metal come down to slap your clothed pussy hard and slide against your lips. 

You fight the urge to close your legs. You can’t or the sharpened edges of the knife would stab your thighs.

You bite your bottom lip to the point of drawing blood. 

This does not go unnoticed by Choso as he brings his gloved hand to your lips to soothe the bite. 

His soft leather covered thumb hooks past your lips to guide your mouth open, exploring your mouth as you openly moan. 

“Tsk, Tsk, we can't have you breaking skin and wasting more of that pretty blood that belongs to me.”

You shiver at his words dripping in possessiveness and your mouth encloses around his thumb, sucking as your tongue still squirms under its pressure.

A strained hiss comes from Choso and his eyes roam down to admire the slime trail of sticky fluid your clothed cunt dripped his blade.

Before Choso can get a peak at your pussy your hands fly down to cover yourself. 

Amused, Choso gently removes his hand from your mouth to palm your inner thigh as his thumb slick from your spit rubs circles into your flesh.

His coaxing has you spreading your legs wider as he brushes up against the hands covering your cunt.

“Show me Y/N.”

He breathed out.

You pouted and shook your head.

“Is my little slut a liar then? I recall you telling me you didn’t mind if I saw your panties.”

Your suspicions confirmed you gasped in realization but Choso could no longer control himself as his hunting knife returned to your body to trail up your stomach this time the pointy edge hovering over your soft skin.

Your stomach sucks in to create distance between the blade and your skin causing your chest to push up through your arms but it's exactly what Choso had wanted.

Whoosh

With a swift slash through the air his blade slices your bra in two and its straps fall back down your shoulders laying bare your breast and hardened nipples to the cool air.

Exposed, your hands instinctively move from you core to cover your tits.

You see Choso pull back from you to sit up fully.

No longer touching you as he opted to imprint into his memory the imagery of your wet puffed pussy glistening through the soaked and now nearly transparent thong which clung to your lower lips like second skin.

He shifted his mask as the voice box moved from over this mouth.

“Y/N” he sighed.  

Hearing his actual voice had you whining with need again.

Choso couldn’t keep his hands off you for long as he grasped hold of your thong and slipped his fingers between the fabric covering your cunt.

Choso rubbed the sticky moisture on the thin fabric between his thumb and forefingers while his knuckles bullied into your clit, causing your toes to curl.

“Mmm C-Choso.”  

Your hands went from simply covering your tits to messaging them, pulling on your nipples, as you couldn’t hold back the sounds from the pleasure you felt from him touching you.

Shit. He wanted to ruin you.

Choso’s knife returns to your throat applying soft pressure dangerously close to breaking skin.

“So tell me what you want then, Y/N?” 

Choso knew you wanted him but he wanted you to say it. 

He needed you to admit it to him outright before he could really believe it.

His knuckles had stopped teasing your clit and your body trembled as you bucked your hips into his hand and pouted.

“I want you to hurry up and decide if you’re going to fuck me or kill me before my sorority sisters get back Choso!” 

Choso smirked under the mask. 

Becoming a killer turned you into a bit of a brat.

But he knew how to handle you.

Heh, fair enough.

Driving the knife into the staircase behind your head he pulls you up, swapping positions and seating you on his thigh.

He pulls his soiled track jacket off of you and you shiver as the cold air hits your back. 

“Mm, Fuck me Choso”

You sighed longingly, arms encircling his neck.

“Mm, Should I though?”

Choso questions out loud as you melt deeper into him from his hands roaming your body.

One settles on your hip under the band of your thong and the other peels you back by your hair so Choso can see your eyes blown out fully with lust.

“Or should I make you wait like I’ve been waiting ever since you first stumbled into class in that slutty green skirt?”

You cried out and our tongue lolled out of your mouth when he yanked your panties roughly by the front, pulling the material between your pussy lips.  

Your clit was cradled in the steamy fabric and you clutched the front of his robes for stability as your eyes rolled back.

“Do you know how much you made me suffer thinking about that pretty pussy of yours? How many times I fisted my cock? How much blood I spilled to forget the way you looked in those slutty outfits?”

Choso's own desire was apparent in his raspy voice.

You shake your head and tears spill as he pulls the fabric tighter over your clit. 

“I-I w-wanted you too” you sniffled out.

“Then prove it.” Choso breathed out huskily.

“I want that needy cunt of yours to beg me by fucking herself real nice on my thigh like she did on your mattress earlier.”

You could have combusted as he admitted he had in fact been watching you from your closet but you couldn’t help but obey his orders.

The frantic way your heart pounded in your chest couldn’t trump the unbearable arousal between your legs.

You braced yourself on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips on him.

“That’s it baby.”

Choso encouraged you as you heard a loud rip and realized he had cut away your thong when you felt him snatch the material right off of you.

Your plump pussy lips parted when pressed onto his thigh and you felt the rough material of his heavy robes directly chafing against your clit. 

Surrendering to pleasure you circled your hips to grind down on him as Choso started bouncing you on his leg.

The impact of your weight forcing your clit down while his thigh pushed up into you shaking.

“S-shiiiit D-daddy!”

You cried out arching back. 

Choso could have busted in his pants completely untouched when he heard you call him daddy. 

You didn’t know how much you had him wrapped around your perfectly manicured fingers. 

He would kill every single one of those bastard frat fucks on campus on a whim if you asked him to.

He would do anything for you.

Choso's muscular thigh flexing underneath your cunt felt amazing but your hole was screaming to be filled as it gaped around the phantom thought of his cock penetrating you.

“N-Need more. S’not enough Daddy”

You beg, whining into the mouth opening of his mask.

Your breath enters through the material as your hot tongue presses against the cloth barrier hungrily. 

His own tongue responds in kind, entangling with yours through his mask and you moan deeper into the opening.

You feel so good yet are still frustrated that you were naked while you couldn’t even see a sliver of skin from him still in his full Ghostface attire.

You move to lift up his mask when he stops you, breaking the makeshift kiss.

“Now, now Y/N.”

Choso playfully chides. 

“Can you think of nothing but my dick? You’ve forgotten so quickly this is still a crime scene?”

You panted as you looked over your shoulder and spot the gruesome remains of Dean’s lifeless body and half bashed in face. Blood stained the foyer rug and pieces of tissue splattered on curtains, walls and even the fake plants.  

Right.

You still had no idea what you were going to do about that situation but Dean was already dead. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Honestly you felt as if you might die as well if you couldn’t get Choso’s dick inside of you soon.

Your hips never stopped grinding down on his thigh as you returned your attention to him.

You knew if Choso couldn’t even kiss you, he couldn’t fuck you either as those same rules applied to both potential sources of DNA. 

“S’fine.” You pout.

“I-I had your jacket, y-your DNA could c-come from that.”

Your injured hand came to cup the slide of his masked face and your other rubbed the outline of cock over his jeans, feeling the precum soil through them despite the thickness of the fabric. 

Blood from your hand smeared onto the pristine white Ghostface mask as you pulled your foreheads to touch.

“I’ll admit Dean was right, w-we w-were sleeping together...”

Choso chuckled.

“..and get me expelled for sleeping with a student on top of a motive to connect me to your victim?” 

He gave your ass harsh smack. 

Your cheeks clenched and your panting grew more ragged as you chased your high against him. 

“Y/N you gotta think with that sexy little head of yours not that needy little cunt if you really want me to fuck you. I know you’re smart. This should be easy for you.”

You groaned. 

Thinking was virtually impossible right now. 

You wanted to give up and resort to begging again but Choso calling you smart (something your recently deceased ex never did) and now rubbing your thighs encouragingly, had made you so happy you wanted to make him more proud of you. 

You reluctantly stopped your hips, ignoring the fiery ache shooting through in your cunt but you wanted to cum from his cock not his thigh.

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath.

Focus Y/N, you willed yourself.

Focusing became harder to do though when Choso became impatient and had nuzzled his masked face into your chest.

His mouth latched to your nipple through the black cloth, swirling his tongue and grazing his teeth against your bud causing it to swell.

“Oh!” you smiled sweetly down at him and his abs tightened as he held you closer to him.

“We get rid of the body! Clean up and make sure there's no crime scene to be found!”

“That’s correct,” Choso praised you as if you answered a question in class correctly.

 “Now, most importantly, how exactly will we get rid of the body, Y/N?”

“We…w-we..”

Your fingertips grazed your lips and you bit a nail as you pensively considered your options. 

You looked like you were thinking so hard on this.

So fucking cute.

“Come on baby, tell me.”

Choso was the one begging you now while he lifted your hips just enough to pull up his robes and position you to straddle his dick straining against his jeans. 

You were so close to the answer. He knew it would come to you and he wanted to be inside of you as soon as you got it.

You clasped your hands together and gave him one of your pageant winning smiles he grew to love. 

“We make a kill room!”

“Smart girl” Choso said as he lifted his mask and his lips came crashing down on yours.

☠

“Shit-Shit-Shit!” 

You cried as you lower yourself onto Choso’s cock. 

You had begged and pleaded him for this but Choso was so much bigger and longer than you expected. 

You never had a problem taking dick before but not only was Choso huge he had 3 rows of top and frenum ladder ball piercings on his long veiny cock that dragged against your gspot when you tried to force him inside you.

You still had about an inch to go and his fat cockhead was already pressing against your cervix.

“Fuck baby you really been keeping all this good pussy from me?”

Choso spread your cheeks to assist you down on his enlarged length but your walls vice gripped his cock preventing him from guiding you down further.

Choso grunted, he was going to cum fast if you didn’t ease up.

Pulling you back, he captured your lips again devouring them as he violently pushed his tongue into your mouth in a sloppy kiss, dominating you completely. 

A tremor shot through your cunt as your hips jerked and your legs quivered.

“My slutty girl is so sensitive she came from just kissing?”

Choso teased knowingly pulling back to allow you air and lapping at the drool from the corners of your mouth.

It wasn’t just a kiss. 

Without the hindrance of a mask Choso’s kisses felt like he was eating you alive and set your body ablaze.

Your orgasm came with enough intensity to loosen your walls allowing you to finally sink down to the base. However your legs were still vibrating and unable to support you riding him.

You fell forward into the crook of his neck. 

“C-can’t D-daddy” you babbled into his neck drooling.

Choso wanted to tease you more. He wanted to goad and praise you enough so you would ride him in earnest until your perfect pretty face sobbed for him to fuck you but time was of the essence now.

You both probably had a good hour and a half left before the cops broke up the party and members of your sorority started heading back. 

He needed to finish you quickly and he silently promised to take his time with you later.

Rising up, Choso positioned his arms under your thighs to keep you seated on his cock as he walked up the few steps to reach the landing in the middle of the staircase. 

Placing your back carefully against the wall he glides his hands over your sweat and blood laden skin to lift your legs onto his shoulders. His grip settles onto the fat of your ass and he marvels at how his fingers sink into them.

Choso allows you time to get adjusted to the new position as he now held you in a standing mating press.

“Ready?”

You nod and Choso takes that as his greenlight to rigorously fuck you into the wall with such vigor you felt it quaking behind you.

There was no possible way you could have ever been ready for that though and your hands dive into his hair tugging at the roots under his man buns as if you intended to scalp him. 

Your reactions fuel his cruel thrusts as Choso greedily drinks your guttural screams into his mouth. 

They sound more heavenly than any he had heard before even from his own victims.

Slamming you down on his cock, Choso manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him.  

His piercings and engorged veins continue to scrape the walls of your core with every stroke as you gush around him soaking his robes.

Choso wanted more of you.

He didn’t think he would ever get enough.

You felt so fucking good he could fuck you like this for hours and he cursed the dwindling time he had before he needed to remove himself from the warm comfort of your mushy cunt.

The hallway echoed with sounds of his hips sadistically ramming your body further into the wall as well as the sloshy vulgar noises his cock tore from your tight creamy cunt.

“S-so c-lose Cho–” 

Were the only words you could croak out as your cries become lodged in your throat.

The pleasure you received being folded between Choso and the wall had you salivating like crazy. Drool was pooling in your mouth faster than it could dribble out down the sides. 

You locked eyes with him. 

The wild glint in them was so primordially feral you can’t believe you ever mistook the restraint he tried to maintain around you for shyness. 

Frankly, there was nothing timid about him. 

The cold confidence of a true killer radiated off of him and into your core as each of his thrusts felt like they were stabbing into your womb.

Your whines turned into horse croaks as you desperately gasped for air.

Like a killer he showed you no mercy as his long cock shifted your guts up and into your lungs.

Choso was quite literally murdering your cunt.

“Yeah Y/N? Is my girl gonna cum all pretty like on this dick?” 

Too cockdrunk to reply, your pussy readily spoke up for you as your walls clenched and spasmed. White stars flood your vision as your body vibrates against him as you cum hard, gurgling his name.

Choso’s hips stuttered and his moans increased as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased his own. 

He knew better than to cum inside you, he wasn’t wearing a condom and didn’t even know if you were on birth control. 

But your cunt was like a drug to him so Choso resigned himself to cleaning you up after as he gave one last thrust, injecting you with his hot seed that scorched your insides and sent you spasming all over again.

It took a few minutes for Choso to catch his breath but he gently released your legs down to touch the floor as he pulled out of you.

You groaned immediately at the loss after being so full as you still tried to regain your own steady breaths.

Not missing a beat, Choso moved with reverence as if he was worshiping your form from the kisses he peppered down your chest and belly.

“Eyes on me baby,”

Choso ordered, glancing up at you. 

You nodded your breath hitching once he reached below your belly button and he threw one of your legs over his shoulder again.

He shamelessly breathed in the scent of sex wafting off your pussy.

The musky mixture of his cum and your juices combined with sweat and blood entered his nostrils and sent his eyes rolling back into his skull.

You shuddered. 

You wanted to feel his mouth on you more than anything but you knew you couldn’t both remain like this in the open hallway for much longer.

Seemingly forgetting all concerns of time, Choso’s thumbs lightly ghost over your battered pussy lips as he slowly peeled back the slippery folds.

His chest swoll with pride seeing how much of his cum you had taken inside of you. 

Choso's tongue salaciously darted out to catch the drippings that seeped out of your messy little cunt.

Despite your concerns, you can’t resist bucking up towards his face as he brought your hips off the wall towards him. 

“Be patient princess, let me enjoy this.”

Choso open handedly spanks your pussy, landing a direct hit on your clit which has you shaking as your squirt spritz onto his face.

His thick tongue rolls out of his mouth like a man starved licking his lips at the feast before him

“Goddamn, I already love her so much”

He cooed into your cunt while looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Go out with me, yeah Y/N? I’ll treat her right. Just let me have a taste of her everyday.”

You almost came on his face again from the utter display of depravity he was showing you, not missing the fact he was so pussy drunk he was technically asking your cunt to be his girlfriend instead of you. 

To be fair you were both way past the point where he needed to ask you out anyway as he was an accomplice to your homicide and soon-to-be cover up.

“Okay Choso, I’ll be your girlfriend,”

You grinned at him.

Choso thanked you by gently placing a kiss on your clit before nose-diving into your folds like a mad man between your legs.

Seeing how sensitive you are it wasn't long before he had you thrashing on his lips from the nasty way he heartily ate your cunt out.

The suckling, bubbling and squeaking sounds of him inhaling your pussy nearly had you at your peak again.

Yet you were snapped out of your pleasure when you heard the grandfather clock in the hall ring signaling it was midnight. 

Fuck what if the party got broken up earlier than expected?

“W-we don’t have time for this Choso.” You plead anxiously as you pry his head out of from between your legs.

The sounds of the clock chiming and the sight of Dean’s body still laying in the entryway made you more nervous with every passing minute it remained there.

His eyes narrowed dangerously on you as he nuzzled his nose back into your cunt hooking it under your clitoral hood.

“Oh? My sweet girl gets one kill and thinks she knows better than me what we have time for?”

His expression dares you to pull him away again as he drags the flat of his tongue lazily over your clit.

“Please Choso…”

Choso relents as he feels you tense up more, he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself unless you were.

“You trust me right Y/N?” 

“Yes”

You breathe out as his fingers play with your puffed pussy lips.

“Do you have the key to the basement?”  

You nod.

“And you know exactly where the supply closet is, baby?” 

You nod again.

“Perfect. This won't take long at all then.”

Choso assures you as his confident words calm your worries.

“So now just relax princess and let me take care of you. This isn’t my first clean up job babe…”

You weren’t sure if Choso was talking about your cunt or the dead body, but you didn’t doubt he was experienced in both.

“Give me 15 minutes to see how many times I can make you squirt on my tongue. Then we can finally make that dexter kill room you like so much, yeah?” 

You nodded once more and Choso wasted no time drowning his face back into your cunt.

You sighed contently.

He was already the best boyfriend you ever had. 

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A/N: How was that? Did I do our emo kang justice? Lmk! (y'all better lmk cause y'all busted my balls for days over this lmfaoooo)

Also ding dong Dean is DEAD thank fuck. Whew I made that man as horrible as possible so you could kill him. Tbh, I would kill a nigga just for pouring Milwakees in my hair alone, that shit smells and tastes like cat piss lol.

Also here if y'all wanna see a cute lil pixivi I made of me bimbo!reader x Ghostface!Choso.

You know the original idea for this was actually based on a fic I was writing where Choso, Yuji and Sukuna (all brothers) all transfer to your university and bimbo!reader (no bf this time) clearly likes Choso but his oblivious emo ass has no idea and keeps being a dick to you cause he thinks you are just making fun of him. LOL! I may in the future still end up writing a version for that since this ended up going in a completely different direction with Ghostface thrown into the mix.

Y'all this fic was way too fuckin long. I know theres likely errors/redundancies still so I will comb through it later and I may edit/reword somethings too but general content will stay the same. Tbh, what took so long is the last scene cause I decided I cannot write a smut fic with Choso where that man isn't acting completely deranged and unhinged over the taste of pussy. He's munch, he can't help it.

Reblog for Ghostface!Choso to be your personal munch, but likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

Next up on Kizzatober, Werewolf!Toji from Thrilling Ghouls! (PWP)

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Death of a Bachelor pt. 3

✧ Part 1 Part 2

✧ PAIRINGS: Pornstar!Choso x Reader, slight Yuji x Reader

✧ GENRE: Slice-of-life, romance, eventual smut and some humor :)

✧ Warnings: Whehheeewww...so here we go: Smut! So much Smut, oral (f.receiving), penetrative sex, degradation, swearing, use of the word slut but make it loving lol, dub-con! not really but if you squint? idk just wanna make sure, everything is 100% consensual tho, cliffhanger haha, choso is a menace, ringplay...(?),oofc yuuji :(, choking soooo light breathplay, idk what else to tag but yeah this is mature content for people of age! so minors dni

Important note: The reader is called Yue in this. !

✧

Soooo...here it is finally!

I know it took me a while but I'm grateful you were so patient :)

This is really long, like 15 pages, I read over it soooo often so if there are still mistakes be gentle with me, this is not my first language.

I'm always happy to hear what you think and I just wanted to remind everyone that my requests are currently open so just send an ask my way if you got a valentine I could write you a little something for lol.

Anyways, enough from me!

Enjoy this smutfest with Choso and Yue ;) and remember safe sex is sexy sex. Don't be like them, children!

All my love,

Kiko <3

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The cab came to a screeching halt, it had started to rain as told by the soft thuds against the window. Megumi turned around, looking at you with a slight furrow of his brows, as he saw Yuuji half molten into your heavily breathing figure. The two of you made eye contact and it was as if Megumi could read your mind, as if he could feel that it was time for him to intervene.

“Alright, Yue, I’ll help you out,” Megumi said pointedly, as he moved to get up and slammed the door shut. That woke Yuta, who started groaning and moving next to you. Eventually Megumi appeared at the door to your left, opening it forcefully and grabbing Yutas arm. Yuta was still dizzy, lids hanging heavy and he did not find it in him to protest Megumi nor question what was happening. With quick, languid movements you escaped from Yuujis iron grip and shot him one last look, before exiting the taxi into the cold night rain. Megumi let go of a still past tipsy Yuta, who like a little animal taken from its nest, hurriedly scurried back onto his seat, closing the door.

“You good?” Megumi asked, as you stood in front of him, looking through your belongings to make sure nothing was left behind.

“Um yeah, just more than ripe for bed and kind of dreading tomorrow,” you answered jokingly, oblivious to Megumis stern eyes on you and the worry radiating off him.

“I can talk to Yuuji, you know?” your tall best friend said, as the two of you made your way around the cab towards the door of your apartment complex, he caught onto the surprise flashing in your eyes,”I’m sure he’d understand, that you’re not-”, Megumi scratched the back of his head, looking for a way to voice his concern, but you brought a hand to his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze to let him now, you were fine.

“Don’t worry about me too much, Megumi. Worry instead about these two overgrown babies,” you laughed pointing to Yuuji and Yuta snoring in the backseat of the cab.

Megumi smiled slightly, his expression showing that he was still reluctant to let you go,”come on, we’ll be soaked if we stand around any longer.”

Megumi agreed and ruffled your hair as a good-bye, before vanishing back into the car. You watched as he said something to the driver and they pulled out of the drive-way. Suddenly as you were alone there in the rain, in the cold, you felt exhaustion rattle your bones. It was making its way through you, sinking deep into your limbs and eyes, and you realized just how much you were longing for your warm and comfortable bed. At this point, you thought to yourself, I’ll leave the rest to me tomorrow.

✧

To your surprise the next morning almost all of your troubles seemed to vanish into thin air.

Neither did you have a hangover, nor did Yuuji seem to remember the events in the cab last night and there was no uncomfortable energy surrounding the two of you at work.

But as you made your way to the playground with a bunch of five year olds, you realized that there were two things indeed not in your favor. On the soft patch of your neck, that just yesterday a certain pink haired friend of yours had assaulted, a moderate but suspicious, purplish mark had formed. Thanks to Yuuji, you were now wearing a bandaid on the side of your neck, that maybe fooled your little charges but anyone over the age of fourteen would surely look right through that little act and the thought filled you with hot shame. Teenagers covered up hickeys, not a grown-up kindergarten teacher.

The fact that Yuuji had not commented at all on the absurdly placed bandaid told you that maybe he remembered more about last night than he let on. After all the commotion yesterday and having fallen victim to a brutal wave of exhaustion, you had totally forgot to text a certain already rather pissed Sex-on-legs.

Fuck.

And just as you expected, Choso was indeed pissed. Not only had he barely slept, since the rest of his friends had insisted on staying till three in the morning at the bar, but he had neither received an answer from you, nor a follow request on any of his social medias.

Maybe you did not use Instagram fine, it was probably in his favor - you not seeing his profile, if he was honest.

Choso was on his upteenth cigarette, as he decided to take a walk, before his shoot in the evening. He was still in black sweats and a gray tank, as he had just gotten done sweating out the drugs in his system by working out. Not only that but working out always seemed to help take his mind off things. Or of someone that seemed to haunt his thoughts lately. When Choso woke up around noon, he had almost subconsciously reached for his phone immediately checking his messages. 0.

Angrily he had grit his teeth as he rose from the bed, to take a shower. He was angry and that made him feel especially helpless, as he noticed his very apparent arousal.

That mix of anger and arousal was still lingering on him, as he made his way through the park. Choso could not think of the last time he had mimed his brain like this over someone. Something immature and prideful kept the man from just double texting you. As Choso made his way through the park currently overrun by families, dog owners and teenagers a sound made him stop dead in his tracks. Chosos ears perked up to catch the sound again, just to be completely sure.

But as he turned to the side, gaze locked onto the playground a mere couple of meters away, he had to gulp.

Hard.

It really was your laugh echoing over to him in waves. Chosos jaw clenched at the sight. There she stood, a toddler perched on her hips as another two were dragging her along by her hand.

His spine began to tingle at the sight, memories of his childhood flashed in front of him, before they turned into a vision of the future. You, just like this, with his children on your hips.

What the fuck was he thinking, he bit down on his tongue hard, to shake the thought, no

matter how enticing it felt to give in. Chosos head snapped back up as he heard your soft laugh again, eyes narrowed into slits at the sight before him. There was a man, your co-worker he presumed, perched on a bench, shouting something over at you, that as Choso now understood, was the cause of your laughter.

These coincidences of running into you were getting too much, Choso thought to himself as he tried to ignore something ugly, green and vile bubbling up in his chest. People run into each other all the time right? Calling it a stroke of luck or fate would seriously be pushing it, Choso reasoned with himself as he tried to tear his eyes away and keep walking. You were just some girl.

His head snapped back to where you were, at the sound of you laughing once again, he could feel his toes curling at the sight of you now sitting next to your co-worker and the dude getting way too close to you. Maybe he’s the one who called you yesterday, tearing you away from Choso, responsible for him not being able to feel your hand on his face a little bit longer, and now that asshole was sitting there, making you laugh, invading your personal space. A part of Choso was pleading with himself, begging for him not to care, to keep going, to stay the way he was, to not give in to the cracks currently threatening his peace of mind, to stay as he was: alone, uncaring, unfeeling.

But the way you had talked to him, looked at him, listened to him, opened up to him, had given him glimpses not only of what could be, but what once was. It was wrong to burden you with a responsibility you could not know about, to make you something you’re not.

The crazy thing is, if you had not touched him, maybe he could turn away. But after having felt your warmth on his skin, Choso knew he had to act.

“Urgh, I’m really not on top of my game today,” Yuuji groaned next to you, wrapping his fingers behind his head, eyes perched onto your little charges running around the playground. You giggled softly.

“I told you drinking on weekdays is bad,” you sneered, playfully flicking his nose. Yuuji let out an exaggerated shriek and rubbed his nose, feigning an actual injury. His ember eyes fixed yours, as he drew closer to you, one arm coming to rest on the bench.

“Where did you run off to yesterday, Yue,” Yuuji asked, all playfulness gone from his voice, and you caught his deep, dark eyes traveling down to where the bandage was sitting on your neck. Maybe if he had forgotten yesterday's events, Yuuji was suspecting someone else of having had a go at the soft spot, how ironic, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to say something, two of Yuujis eyes suddenly shot up to where the bandaid was, and you pulled back as you realized he was about to pull it off of you.

“What happened there, Yue?”, Yuujis voice dropped an octave as he spoke,it was weird seeing him like this and it reminded you of how he had grabbed onto you yesterday. Hungry, possessive even. The situation was almost funny to you, the thought that your pink haired friend was jealous of himself. But as much as you tried keeping your thoughts light and playful, you felt anxiety rise up at what this could possibly mean. Did your best friend since preschool have feelings for you? Actual, grown up feelings?

Little did you know that your unassuming, ray of sunshine friend was boiling inside, his thoughts running at a thousand miles per hour. Yuuji remembered what happened that day, in fact he had not been as drunk as you thought he’d been. All he wanted now, looking into your eyes, scanning how your breath picked up, was to hear you say it was him. That it was him that marked you up. To feign shock and then lure out of you whether you liked him being close to you.When Yuuji was unable to find you yesterday he had grown increasingly nervous, nervous about where and with whom you were.

His tipping point had been, when Nobara drunkenly told him and Megumi about your little date. Yuuji may not have shown it, but he knew exactly who his brunette friend was talking about.

In a lust filled haze, when nothing but porn seemed to work, and he was unable to think clearly about what he was doing, he had more than once stumbled over ‘Chosos’ videos.

It’s not like he seeks out that kind of porn, but it's almost as if that dude with the black streak across his nose gets shoved in your face on every possible platform.

Yuuji wasn’t big on using porn to get off to, actually, and this is something he’d never dared to tell you about, he much prefered scrolling through an album on his camera roll called ‘Yue’. So knowing that his wonderful, lamb-like, angelic Yue had been in proximity to a monster like Choso sent his mind reeling and blood boiling.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he had seen you with him outside the bar, standing there with him, unable to reach you since the door was blocked by gossiping people. It felt like a stab to the back, as he saw you cradle that asshole's face,

Chosos mere closeness to you threatening to defile the beautiful flower Yuuji had worked so hard to protect, not daring himself to soil you with his longing. Your best friend wanted you to know what kind of person the tatted star actually was, that nothing good comes from these people and for once he wanted to have some kind of ownership over you, showing off to the world that you were his.

Yuuji almost lost control in the cab, feeling your breasts press into him, feeling how soft and tender your skin is. He almost lost control, when your scent invaded his brain. He had held back for so long, not wanting you to be corrupted, not even by himself, but still Yuuji wanted you to see him as more than just your friend, more than a boy. Yuuji desperately wanted you to understand that he was a man.

“You idiot,” your chuckling made Yuuji crash back into reality, as your hand came up and pushed against his forehead, pressing him back, away from you,” that was you, Mr. Promiscuous.”

It was obvious that you were joking. But Yuuji wanted to press you for details.

So he just said nothing, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Maybe next time don’t give your best friend a hickey, huh?” you whispered, voice low so the kids wouldn’t hear you. A mischievous grin was playing on your beautiful lips, but Yuuji had to gulp hard, as his castle in the sky threatened to come crumbling around him. Best friend, huh.

“Yo,” a stern, gloomy voice rattled both you and Yuuji, the two of you whipping around to stare at the big, looming figure standing a little to the side of the bench. Your eyebrow flew up at the mouth-watering sight of Choso, muscular arms bared to the world, long, inky strands of hair plastered to his face that were covered in a sheen of sweat.

It was unfair how you immediately felt a swirl of arousal settle deep in your tummy, while simultaneously your nerves started perking up. A dizzying concoction started brewing in your body, at the sight of his heaving chest, and inscrutable eyes fixed to your own.

If you had paid closer attention to Yuuji you could have felt him stiffen in his seat next to you, glaring at Choso who looked rather unfazed,” mind if I steal her for a second?” Choso said, making it sound rather like an order than a question.

“Actually-” Yuuji put to say, but was interrupted when you rose from your seat, shooting him an apologetic look, “ I’ll be right back, sorry, Yuu,” you assured him, the realization that you still hadn’t had the common decency to text Choso hitting you like a bus.

Yuuji had to gulp down venomous thoughts and feelings, as he continued staring daggers into Choso, who did not budge for even a second. Choso shot him an almost arrogant grin, when the two of you turned around to walk a little further away. Had this not been work, had he not been in a position where he had to stay back, to watch the children, he would’ve stormed after you, saving you from the tall, dark haired man.

One of the kids beat him to it and even though Yuuji knew the two of you probably wanted to speak in private, he did not chase after the little girl, following Yue and Choso.

“Hey!”, a little hand grabbed onto Chosos top, stopping him in his tracks, he peered at the adorable little chubby face, looking up at him with wide eyes,” are you Yues husband?” the curious little girl asked, a big smile sprawled over her tiny features, before you had a chance to order her back to where she’d come from.

Heat threatened to engulf you completely at the question, your palms felt clammy, as you stumbled over your words. You heard Choso let out a surprised laugh.

“Eriko, that’s a rude question to ask a stranger,” you lightly scolded her, crouching down to come face to face with the adorable, little girl,” he is not my husband.”, you quickly added, even though you felt yourself stumble over your words. From your position you couldn’t see Chosos soft gaze on you.

“Then are you also a kindergarten teacher?”, Eriko insisted, looking up at Choso with big eyes, she barely reached his thigh in height. Choso mumbled something as you also looked up at him.

“Actually I’m someone who teaches people how to have children in the first p-”, you smacked him, stunned at his bluntness and feeling your face grow impossibly hotter, urgh, Yuuji would scold you for letting Choso say something like that, you began stuttering, as you saw Erikos face scrunched up in confusion, thoughts rattling inside her brain, trying to understand what he had meant. It appeared to you that your hand was still resting where you had smacked Choso, near his upper thigh and you gulped hard, as you got up, fishing the little girl into your arms.

“Eriko, I promise to play with you later if you go back to your friend Yuuji now, okay?”, you pressed, voice strained, working hard on not letting the little girl catch your wonky disposition and pestering you for details. Eriko did as she was told, though an obvious pout was on her face, as she trotted back, stumbling over her big scarf.

“I guess you can tell that this is a rather bad moment for me to chat with you,” you said as you finally mustered up the courage to look at Choso.

“Are you playing hard to get?”

“Excuse me?”, you were a bit confused by his question.

“Well, you see, Yue,” Choso stated, stepping closer to you, head tilting to the side, as he was watching you with the same predatory look you’d seen in his movies before,” you didn’t hold your promise twice, so it’s either that, pretty girl, and you’re teasing me” he drew even closer, getting in your face, so you could clearly see the swirls in his iris and long, thick lashes framing his beautiful eyes,”or you’re trying to rile me up and make me really, really mad.”

You had to take a deep breath, steadying yourself, trying to pull yourself together by remembering that you’re at work,” well, It’s working Yue, you nearly got me going crazy.”

I barely know this man, you tried to reason with yourself, trying to deny that you also felt an inexplicable pull towards Choso. But this was all moving too fast, you reasoned with yourself. You were still struggling to collect your thoughts as you caught Chosos dark eyes wandering to the band-aid on your neck.

Oh fuck, you thought, closing your eyes and cursing the gods for equipping you with the bad luck of an otome game main character. This is going into the exact opposite direction that you had wanted for it to go. If this was the last straw that’d make Choso decide to leave you in the gutter, you could not blame him. After almost two years of not getting any action now you’d have to explain to a pornstar (-how’d that even happen? Thanks Nobara…) that the hickey on your neck is…platonic?

Chosos eyes widened almost unnoticeable and just for a second. You expected him to pull away from you. But to your surprise his lips turned upwards into a smile.

“Yue,” his voice sounds hoarse, dry - angry,” I think you owe me an explanation.”

“Choso, I-” your throat tightened, as panic spread through your body like a wildfire.

“When are you off work?”

✧

This?

This was not in a hundred, not in a thousand years how you had expected your Thursday evening to go. But here you were, with Choso, opening the door to your apartment. As soon as the door stood open, you turned into a ghost, the blood freezing in your veins at the sight of compromising and miscellaneous items cluttering your apartment. Not only were there varying bras (not the good, lacy kind…) draped almost artistically over your couch and floor, but your plushies were neatly lined up and waiting for you on the bed.

Chosos heavy boots dragged along the wooden floor behind you, unaware of your panicked expression. This is nightmarish, you thought to yourself, glancing at Choso who seemed rather unfazed by the whole situation. The realization crept up on you, that he was basically a stranger, someone you talked to maybe three times. Yuujis voice rang in your ears, no matter how much you tried to drown him out, how hurt he had sounded and the things he had said.

Earlier, back at the kindergarten, when you had gotten ready to leave, Yuuji had entered the employee room, closing the door behind him with a loud thud. Up to that point you had been oblivious to his anger, almost on purpose, unwilling to add his anger to the turmoil going in your life at the moment. But then, an argument erupted, unlike any other the two of you had ever had in your many years of friendship.

“What has gotten into you,Yue?,” Yuuji had muttered - venomous tone, leaving no doubt about how mad he was at you,” do you have any fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

Your eyes widened at hearing him swear, expression turned sour.

“What are you on about?” you shot back, trying to make it clear, that you did not owe him anything, no explanation, and he was stepping out of line.

“You know he’s just using you for a fuck right? How gullible are you, yue? That asshole probably fucks god knows how many girls every night, and you think you’re special?” his words hit you like daggers, a blunt, uncomfortable anger eating away at you, your chest becoming tight at his words.

Yuuji was getting ahead of himself, foolishly insulting you, when all he wanted was to protect you, he winced at his own words, but the contempt bubbling inside him was stronger.

“You’re the asshole, Yuuji, listen to you!” you all but shouted at him, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Yue! He’s gonna hurt you, you think a dude like him cares whether you feel good? Do you have any idea what kind of a person he is?” Yuuji ramble on, you were desperately trying to get a word in, but Yuuji had already talked himself into a rage,” he’ll fuck you and leave, and I dont know whats worse, that you’re seriously naive enough to fall for him or what kind of person you are that you’d even consider someone like him, I-”

The sound of your hand against his cheek, filled the suddenly quiet room. Quiet was an understatement - devoid of all sound, not even the sound of your breath..

Yuuji was the one to make a sound first, something throaty, almost like croaking, then you started blinking, breathing rapidly, still not completely processing what had just happened. Yuujis cheek turned red quickly, as his palm came up to stroke the tender spot.

You tried to say something, to apologize somehow, to collect your thoughts, to-to do anything. But Yuuji beat you to it, a huff escaped his lips, and after that he was gone, with a thud of the door even louder than when he came in.

Had you not been so mad, maybe you’d cried. Or tried to call him, or anything, but the anger won, again and again, it was just too hard to grasp that someone you cared so much for, would speak to you like that, would stand in your way when finally you began to trust yourself, to break out of your shell.

After the third call from Nobara and the sixth text from Megumi, you shut off your phone.

Now you were standing in your kitchen with Choso who seemed to dwarf your counters - and you.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, it was like in a painting, where your attention is drawn to the point of contrast, and in your bright and neutral home, Choso was the point of biggest contrast, with his dark clothes, his inky strands of hair, and towering height.

But Choso had, since you knew him, become the point of contrast also in your life, turning it into a whirlwind, making you question things you had formerly been so sure about, making you rediscover a long neglected part of yourself.

If only you could forget what Yuuji had said about him, that he was cruel, that he was deceiving you, going to hurt you. Of course you wanted to trust yourself, your gut feeling, but Yuuji was right, you had seen what Choso could be like, and it did scare you.

And now you were here with him. Alone in your apartment. Goosebumps ran along your spine at the thought, fear mixing with something primal, he could have his way with you if he wanted, he could devour you, break you, and the dark longing in his eyes made you believe that he might.

“D-do you want to drink something? I have,um, water and soda”, you tried calming your nerves, trying not to make it too obvious how nervous you really were.

“Are you okay?” Choso asked, calmly, embodying the complete opposite of you.

“Yes, sorry, it’s just, uhm Yuuji”, you tried to sound neutral, but your tone betrayed you.

“Your co-worker?” Chosos eyes dragged along the band-aid still sticking to your neck.

“Hmhm, we had a fight, I’m still trying to figure out what set it off, but he-he’s unhappy about me seeing you, I guess,” it felt uncomfortable to talk about it, when it was still so fresh, Chosos head was slightly tilted to the side, as if he was encouraging you to keep going,” I guess he’s a tad over-protective”, you smiled, joking as a way to ease the tension.

“He wants to fuck you.”

Though you wanted to reply something, defend your relationship with Yuuji, the task of closing your newly opened mouth was taking up your energy. To put it simply you were baffled. Not because the sentiment was completely new to you, obviously after everything that happened the thought had crossed your mind more than enough, but - well, hearing it put into words like this was just a little overwhelming. Hearing it stated so plainly, by no one else but Choso, who somehow seemed to have brought this whole mess on in the first place.

“In fact”, Choso said lowly while closing the distance between the two of you,”I bet he was the one to give you this,” his long, thick fingers came up to your neck, cold metal of his rings sending shivers down your back, and in one swift motion the bandage came off your neck. Chosos eyes were fixed on the mark, one eyebrow slightly raised, seemingly unaware of how shallow your breath had become.

The air was filled with anticipation, something seemed to linger in his gaze, some sort of inner turmoil, and his jaw was clenched in an effort to hold back from what Choso actually wanted to do. For reasons only his subconscious knew Choso was aware how scared you were, he could smell it, taste it almost - the sweet rush of adrenaline. Every fiber in his body seemed to scream at him, to take you right now, bend you over the counter and claim you for himself, something primal in him raging and trashing at the sight of the hickey. Choso did not want to hurt you, he wanted to make you feel the sensual thrill of protection, and wanted to make you give in to him enthusiastically.

You on the other hand were shivering with an intoxicating mix of arousal and anxiety, as your thoughts started swirling violently, brewing up an concoction of insecurity and jealousy, as you imagined the beautiful women you had seen give into Choso, the images of them in the throes of pleasure, his hands on their body, his vile words, his cruel touch and just as much as it made you feel contempt it made you feel an unspeakable need to have him do these unspeakable things to you.

The air was thick, both of you feeling feverish, as Chosos hand wandered from your neck, the band-aid falling to the floor, down, grazing the lines of the acceptable and you felt this very particular feeling of anticipation that rises, when you know something erotic is about to happen, something serious. - A terrible hunger was threatening to ravish you and you weren’t sure whether it was your hunger or his.

“I'm scared,” you heard yourself admit, voice small and fragile. Chosos glossy eyes met yours and you could feel your cheeks warming up. A slight smile played on his features.

“A-and im angry, and jealous, and confused by what is happening to me, to my-my life, why I’m so timid, wh-y,” your voice cracked, as hot tears were beginning to form in your eyes, it was all too much, your nervousness, Chosos closeness to your body, his hands on your body, it made you dizzy, weak, limb in the knees.

“A-and I’m frustrated, needy-” you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips, tears streaming down your gleaming cheeks, lashes heavy with wetness and Choso could feel his dick stirring in his pants at the sight, how absolutely beautiful you were.

“My poor girl,” he whispered calmingly, pressing himself into you, your back hitting the counter, as his other hand found its way to your hip, squeezing slightly, calming you.

Choso drew even closer, lips grazing your ear, his breath hot on the shell and his smell began to invaded your brain, it was impossible to draw back from him now, and why? Why would you? All logic aside, you craved this enigma of a man, this half-stranger looming over you, tainting you, consuming you. The sudden realization of your need burned through you at lighting speed and it was as if Choso could feel this, his hand dragging along your leg, fingers pressing into the flesh, his other hand cupping your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Yue,” he whispered out of breath,” do you want me to help you relax, baby?” Chosos voice was so sweet, so loving, so unlike the one you’d heard in his videos. He was watching you through half lidded eyes, and the hardness you could feel pressed against your leg, told you that this was getting to him, just as much as it was getting to you.

“Let me help you, Yue,” Choso pleaded, ”please, let me, I couldn’t take it if you didn’t.” You knew what he was talking about, you could feel in your flesh what was about to happen.

“Are you gonna hurt me?” your voice left you almost inaudible.

“Only if you want me too.”

The moment Choso snapped was almost supernatural. It made you realise just how farmished you were, how much you were craving him, craving sensuality, craving for him to fuck you. But it also made you feel powerful, feeling how much he wanted you, this beautiful man that could have anyone, was starving for your touch, your attention.

You looked up at him, through half lidded eyes, recognizing the look in his eyes, it was the one you’d seen in his videos, this predatory look he gave the girls before wrecking them and somehow it made you wince. As Chosos hand came up, behind your neck, pulling you towards him, you realized how much you craved for this to be fulfilling to YOU - so long had you denied yourself any pleasure and know you were hellbent on not having this be just another, meaningless encounter for either of you.

So, you returned the favor, intertwining your fingers in his soft hair, tucking at the black strands, drawing a slight gasp from Chosos full lips, his pupils blown wide, staring at you with anticipation.

The moment his lips met yours felt like the culmination of all that pent up frustration, all your hidden desires forcing themselves into the open, your chest threatening to burst with want. Choso could barely contain himself, as he felt the soft inside of your mouth, exploring your taste with his tongue, pressing himself impossibly closer to you. It made Choso dizzy, he had forgotten how good it could feel to be close to someone. Instinctively his large hand came to wrap around your throat, to cover the hickey Yuuji had left, because Choso felt as if he would lose the last bit of self-restraint he still had if he kept being reminded of it.

Choso was torn in half, he had forgotten what it meant to be gentle but he did not want to scare you away. His nerves flared up at the sweet sound spilling from your lips, the way you moved against him and he was growing harder, needing more friction.

He drew back, looking into your eyes for a second, the sight of your pretty face, all scrunched up in pleasure, the way his rings looked pressed against your fragile neck, made him feral. Choso was just about to open his belt, when your hand stopped him.

“I-I want you to get on the ground and eat me out,” your voice sounded much more confident than he’d imagined and it sent him into a frenzy.

Choso had never - never in the last few years taken a command from anyone. The sight of drool forming between your slightly opened lips almost made him push you down into submission, but the sensation of having this sweet, innocent creature before him give him commands in such a stern voice, felt too good not to indulge a little longer. He’d just make you repay the favor later.

“My dirty girl”, Choso chuckled, pressing two of his thick fingers into your wet mouth, while still holding on to your neck. The sounds were obscene as he swirled them around, pressing down on your tongue, and it aroused you beyond belief,”I thought you’re just so innocent, baby.”

A lustful wetness had already started soiling your underwear, a damp spot consuming the soft lace between your legs, threatening to spill over, to drip down your thighs and it embarrassed you that the smell filled the space between you and Choso. Your face grew hotter from a slight lack of air and the embarrassment you felt.

The world seemed to tighten around you, as Choso pushed you down onto the counter and fell to his Knees. The sight was so unbearably erotic, him looking up at you, through the dark strands of hair framing his face, his chest heaving, sweat forming at his temples, and his two thick fingers coated in your slick that he was slowly dragging up the inside of your thigh. A low chuckle escaped his dry throat.

“Looks like I don’t even need all this, huh?”, your legs started trembling and it took all he had for Choso not to dive in, to make you moan his name, to litter your body in his marks, shameful fantasies clinging to him of filling you up with his cum and sending you to Yuuji with it all dripping down your thighs.

The sight of your thighs coated in slick, the smell of your arousal made his own heavy with want and once again he felt like a dog on a much too short leash, it was infuriating.

“Tell me what you want, my pretty girl,” Choso whispered against your legs, licking a long stripe up towards your impatient center. He delighted in the way your hips bucked up to meet him.

“You, Choso, you - plea-please,” this time our voice came out strained, burdened by your heavy breathing and the fact that you could not think anymore, no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to tame this man, to make him cater to you, to prove to yourself and everyone else that he was not a monster, that he would not hurt you. Well, hurt you only in the most perverted, delightful sense of the word.

“You want me to corrupt you baby? To fuck you? Aren’t you scared you won't be able to handle it?” he was teasing, but it made you angry, it was almost like Choso enjoyed your nervousness, your fear, like it was spurring him on.

You propped yourself up on the counter, using your elbows, and before you knew what you were doing you grabbed onto his hair, and yanked him towards you.

“Choso, you talk too much…’’, Chosos eyes widened again at your sudden sternness, just as he thought he had won the upperhand, but now again, you had him in checkmate with your aggressiveness. It was almost like getting a taste of his own medicine. Chosos grip on your thighs became bruising, the anger radiating off him, but to your surprise - he complied.

The moment his tongue hit the soft flesh of your pussy, you let out a shrill scream, taken aback by the pleasure his skilled tongue inflicted on you. Any doubts whether this was the right idea or not, were washed away when he started circling his tongue over your clit, lapping at it and flicking ifrom side to side over the swollen bud. You could barely believe how fast he could move his tongue, and it seemed to get faster the louder your mewls became, holding onto him desperately, your toes curling. Choso laughed at the sight of you writhing in pleasure, at how dry your voice had become.

“My dirty girl, I haven’t even really started yet,” the low vibrato of his voice made you clench around air, you were almost scared of him adding any more sensation, as you already felt your climax nearing, it had been so long since anybody made you feel good, and now you were about to tip over the edge much too easily.

Then you felt an intrusion at your pussy, the cold metal of Chosos rings, grazing your flesh plump and making you arch your back at the delicious sensation.

“Look at you, Yue, where is all that talk from earlier huh? Moaning like a bitch in heat all of a sudden,” Chosos mean words made you cry out, tears forming again, but it felt too good to pull away. Again the vibrato of his condescending laugh at your center, while he continued lapping up your juices that kept spilling and spilling. Choso felt high, he was so consumed with his own lust and how it merged with yours that he started to totally drown out his surroundings only focusing on you. It was so much better than he imagined, seeing, hearing, tasting your innocent demeanor crumble in front of him, seeing you become tainted, giving yourself to him, to your pleasure. Animalistic pride surged up at the thought that he was the one doing these things to you, that you trusted him. It began being painful how hard he was and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you, make you cream all over his cock but he knew he was too big to just have his way with you unprepped. And the sight of you crying from how good he was making you feel, was too good to miss out on. He felt like a god and you were his goddess.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered more to himself, as he began working a finger into you. Choso was still working at your clit like a madman, and he could feel you tighten around his fingers, as he began moving them in and out of you.

One hand came up to pull down your top, exposing your chest to him. Choso had to draw in a sharp breath at the sight, as he slowly began toying with your nipple.

The sensation of him inside you, was otherworldly, but you perched up again, feeling yourself coming so close to your release that you wanted to tell him to slow down. And then it was too late.

As you felt Chosos fingers with the thick,metal ring pave their way into you, alongside the other one, suddenly the stretch became so good, paired with him flicking his tongue over your clit, that the tight band in your belly snapped and everything in front of you turned white. The pleasure was almost too much to take, you heard a ringing in your ear, saw the way Chosos back straightened, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening, and suddenly the momentum became so grand that you screamed out. Your orgasm ripped through you much harder and longer than usual, and you seemed to lose control over your body as every fiber of it started shaking violently.

“That’s it, baby’’,Choso had come up to wrap one arm around you, kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue everywhere. He held onto you tightly but gently as you came down from your high. His fingers were still inside you, moving slightly as Choso pressed his forehead to yours, smiling at you.

You felt like crying then at that moment. It felt so tender suddenly, so precious. The way he was holding you felt incredibly familiar, you clinging to him, your breathing suddenly synchronized. It felt almost like fate, being there with him in that moment and you had to think about how some 12000 years ago, people thought of kissing as an exchange of souls.

Choso opened his eyes, looking at you and in that moment you could tell by his glossy eyes and slight smile, that he felt the same.

And you also realized how badly you need him inside you.

“I want you, Yue,” Choso said and immediately he jerked back. He just stood there for a moment - tense, panic rising up inside him, as he realized what he had almost said, what he had wanted to say in that moment. Choso shook his head, ignoring your confused expression, trying to reason with himself that it was just the heat of the moment. Choso was stiff, unsure of what to do, till you came up, leaning towards him and he felt himself ease into your arms.

His dick felt so good pressed against your core, your wetness ruining his pants. Your lips found his, his hands cupping your cheeks. A wave of sadness washed over you for a moment, you felt unsure whether this was happening like you had wanted it to, but it was impossible to focus on your doubts when Choso was so close to you, when you could feel his muscular chest press against your tits.

“Now it’s my turn, Yue.”

With those words Choso took a step back, pulling off his sweater and into view came his perfectly pale chest, his defined muscles, the dark ink of his tattoos complementing his eyes and hair. He took his pants off next and you had to swallow hard at the sight. You had seen his dick before - on screen. You knew it was huge but seeing it now, up close, about to be rammed inside of you, anxiety paved its way through your body.

“I-It is not gonna fit, Choso,” you murmured nervously, gnawing on your bottom lip. Choso did not waste any time to press you down on the counter, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Choso, I’m serious,” you urged him, weakly pressing against his much bigger and stronger body.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you how it fits, sweet girl,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his dark eyes glaring at you, strands of his black hair falling into his face,” while you’re screaming my name, little Yue.”

That made you gulp. Chosos' thick, long fingers found their way under your skirt again, pulling the fine fabric of your panties, even further down your legs till they fell to the floor. It took all the self-discipline in the world to wiggle away from under his touch. A strained sound came from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, that outfit looks too fucking good on you,” Chosos left hand came to grap your jaw and make you look directly into his beautiful eyes, swirls of dark brown and black seemed to be clouded by lust and anger.

“Lets see the rest of your body, huh, Yue?” He spoke and it sounded almost like a threat.

All protests died in your throat, as he started undressing you with slow, skilled fingers. His touch was way too intoxicating to keep fighting against him and deep down you trusted him not to hurt you. Chosos hands started roaming your body, as he continued his ministrations on your neck, lapping at it with an hungry tongue. The metal of his rings came to lay on your nipples, they immediately hardened and as Choso realized that, he made its way forward, wrapping his lips around the sensitive spot, sucking on it and moaning at the sweet sounds you were making.

Choso couldn’t decide what he wanted most. Was it to use your pretty little mouth? To watch you suck his cock, to watch you struggle taking it all? Or did he want to fuck your little hole that could barely take his fingers?

His thoughts and desires were so vile, but he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. It felt intimate somehow. It was as if he could not remember any other women before you, any other body before the one in front of him, and never did he feel such an almost supernatural need to be with someone, to make them feel good.

The look of fear mixing with arousal in your eyes as Choso took off his underwear made him impossibly harder, and he knew he had to be inside of you now. The need had become unbearable. Choso did not want to hurt you - well, maybe a bit, but only in the best way.

“I’ll be careful, baby,” Choso whispered tenderly as he aligned himself with your entrance. You closed your eyes, laying back on the counter, but Choso grabbed onto your shoulder, dragging you closer to him, he smiled at you,”Don’t look away, Yue, I want you to see my cock breaking you open. I want you to see it’s me filling your sweet pussy”

You felt yourself becoming even wetter at his words, at the sight of his furrowed brows, as he started pressing himself into you. You winced, as you felt him opening you up, it hurt, but at the same time that well-known heaviness started building in your belly again.

“God, Yue, I wanted to see you take my cock since the first time we met,” Choso said suddenly and you could see that the predatory look had returned to him. Chosos' whole demeanor changed and everything about him became predator-like, it dawned on you that he enjoyed corrupting you, consuming you and some kind of dark desire sprouted inside of you to do the same to him. To let him take you and give yourself to him, rendering him helpless without you.

You had to hold onto his broad shoulders as he kept pushing inside of you, feeling how your walls struggled to accommodate his size, but you only grew wetter and wetter at the sight of him strained and needy. His hand found its way around your neck again, pressing lightly, and his other hand held tightly onto your ankle, spreading your legs so he could see you swallow every painful inch of his dick.

“Choso, i-it feels so good,” you cried out as he finally bottomed out. Both of you were shivering, panting and the whole kitchen counter was soiled in your juices and sweat.

“Yeah tell me again, Yue,” he demanded as he stilled to let you adjust. And you did, again and again, while he licked along your breasts, sucking your tender skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

“You’re such a little slut, letting me fuck you raw,” Choso chuckled darkly, as he suddenly pulled out of you and rammed back into you at an unmerciful pace. Your spine arched and you screamed, fingers clawing into his back at the brutal intrusion,” If only your little, pink haired friend could see you like this.”

Choso laughed darkly and you wanted to tell him to stop, but the air was knocked from your lungs, as he suddenly set a brutal pace, ramming inside of your tight pussy again and again like an animal in heat. Your brain was reduced to a string of lewd noises and pleads for him to slow down, but Choso was relishing in seeing you come undone on his dick.

He couldn’t stop himself, your pussy sucking him in again and again and he enjoyed seeing your body shake from his violent thrusts, your jiggling flesh, the drool pouring from your mouth, voice coarse as he pressed down on your neck harder.

Choso wanted to ruin you so badly, ruin you forever, so you could never be with another man without thinking about him.

No, scratch that, he never wanted you to be with another man at all. His brain was going haywire, as he imagined flipping you over and degrading you even further, to claim you and fuck you into submission. But he also wanted you to be stern with him again.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” Choso cooed at you gently, the contrast between his sweet, tender voice and his bruising thrusts so stark that it made you dizzy,” my little slut,” he murmured while sweetly stroking your face with the hand that was around your neck.

“ ‘m gonna cum, Cho, gonna cum on your cock,” you whined loudly and he kissed you.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me?”, he asked proudly, the hand from your ankle coming to rub your clit in slow, sloppy circles, your juices spilling all over his hand.

Suddenly a familiar sound startled Choso and his pace slowed down. As the sound of his skin slapping against yours became quieter the tone grew louder filling the room. Both of you looked around in confusion, your brain was still slowed down and anger grew in your chest as your growing orgasm died down in your belly. Not far from you, on the counter your bag sat and the tone came from inside of it - your phone.

Choso grit his teeth, he clenched his jaw in annoyance at the intrusion, so he just turned back towards you and continued his administrations on your clit. But you grew nervous - you had ignored your friends the whole day, nobody knew what you were doing besides Yuuji and you were scared they’d may drop by to check on you, so you pressed Choso away from you slightly, chewing your lip nervously while shooting him an apologetic glance.

Choso grabbed both your hands in one of his much larger ones.

“Don’t answer it!”, he spat through gritted teeth, seemingly seething with rage.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want them to worry and come by,” reluctantly Choso let you reach for the phone, pulling out of you. He felt bitter, abject almost that you were making him wait. Choso studied you intensely as you pulled your phone towards you, jumping down the counter onto wiggly feet. Choso tried to calm himself down, tried not to snap at you, but he was frustrated beyond relief.

His eyes fixated on the hickey on your neck once more, and he felt the primal anger inside of him surge up again. All of Chosos restraint flew out the window as he saw the caller ID.

Yuuji.

The moment he saw you accept the call he saw red. Never in his life had Choso felt rage this deep and seething. His body felt light, like all his weight was suddenly centered in his chest, where he felt venom bubbling. This must be some kind of foul joke, after what just happened you’d just go and talk to that guy? Choso had tried to be nice. Tried to be gentle. Enjoyed it too, he’ll admit that, but there was a line not to be crossed with him. Choso had always been teritorial, bad at sharing and right now he was so fucking horny and angry that he did not care how toxic or hypocritical he was. Choso had enough of this, of you leading him on like this.

Big Mistake.

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red, blood

𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - bitten by a stranger, you notice an extreme aversion to food - instead craving one substance above all. moments from taking a life, choso brings you back to normalcy; with only one issue. it's choso's blood that you crave.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - vampire!choso, (new)vampire!reader, blood drinking, mentions of death, smut, biting, blood, blood again because there's so much blood described in this fic, scratching, strangers to ?, cowgirl, sex in a forest, creampies, cunnilingus, attacking ppl for food lol, instruction.

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You'd heard rumors of the old house on the hill. Some had stated the lot had been vacant for years, others that it had been haunted - though one questionable rumor in particular had sparked interest more than others. When Nobara would voice her theories of vampires hiding within the four tall walls, interesting and ancient beings derived from demons, your blood would run cold and skin prickle with exhilaration. She'd bring her stories forward as if truth; tales of cursed creatures surviving on the blood of humans, told with enough vivid detail to convince you Nobara had experienced said adventures herself. Though, the excitement had fizzled out when bringing the question to your mother, her excuse for the house on the hill much less interesting. Apartments. 

As adulthood had taken over, a mundane life following your mother's footsteps, you'd rarely questioned what had been so intriguing to you as a child. Maybe when driving back into town and passing by the outskirts, the house on the hill would catch your eye, but you'd never lingered upon it for more than a few moments. Caught in thought or attention diverted to the road, what had once been a mystery filled with child-like wonder had now died out. Your imagination had simply matured, like the rest of your dreams. 

As the chief of police's daughter, it had felt natural for you to move into the same profession. Your mother raising you as a single parent, tired days turned longer after she'd been called in only minutes after returning home, promises of vacations that had instead consisted of watching her work at the station, a career within the place you'd spent half of your life within had always been how you'd pictured your life progressing.

Of course, it had been that your first solo dispatch as a qualified officer had been to the woodland outside of town, connecting to the same dingy road the old house had bordered. A concerned resident had made several calls regarding screams within the woods, and you were to take a statement. 

Back slouching against the drivers seat, you took a breath. There had been a racing in your chest, nervousness for your first case to begin; your first public interaction. Perhaps somewhere within the anxiousness had been excitement, though looking through the windshield to the fog ridden forest around you, you weren't so sure. Trees stood tall, dirt path winding until reaching the base of the grassy hill. When peering upward, you could make out a faint outline of the house, a reminder to childhood conversations between yourself and friends. If only life could've remained so full of thrill.  

Once stepping from the ranger, you brushed creases from your uniform and, with a sigh, slammed the door closed. The residence you'd been called to hadn't looked well-kept, ivy taking over decaying brickwork, windows dirty. When approaching, you'd almost tripped over an exposed root from thick bush, standing as yet another reminder this home hadn't been in good shape. Before raising fist to knock, you straightened the badge on your belt, fingers grazing over the new metallic front. As your fist hit the door it had rattled, and you'd been left to notice rot within the bowed wood, oak splintering and stained. The longer you'd stood, the less driven you'd been to stay, an uneasy feeling settling in your gut. 

Though, you hadn't time to bail as the door creaked open, revealing an older gentleman hunched forward, his weight distributed between both handle and cane. His narrow eyes met yours as he questioned your presence, an apprehensive smile spreading over your lips for good measure. "Are you Fujita-san? We received a call from you regarding noise in the neighborhood." The term 'neighborhood' had been used loosely as you stood at the only house within a half-mile radius. "Come in." The cane caused a harsh bang on the hardwood floor as he shuffled backward, stopping sooner than you'd anticipated to leave a gap you'd been barely sure you would fit through. Such a confident smile had faltered when slipping between door and frame as your arm brushed over the cotton sleeve of his bath-robe.

When navigating past him, looking for a clear route to lounge or seating area, regret had pooled in your body. The house was suspiciously sparse with no light sources and evidently had not been lived within. It still begged the question of why you'd been called here, and why such an old and practically immobile man had been here to answer the door. 

 You couldn't turn to question him, words taken before formulated as cold fingers wrapped harshly over your hand, arm brought upward and a sharpness in your wrist. Yelling out in pain, you attempted to pull your limb back to safety, head snapping to lock with red eyes. Between his lips and your flesh crimson blood had flowed, staining blue uniformed shirt. No matter the resistance from yourself, the strength of his grasp wouldn't falter. Eventually, after abrasive kicks and punches, you'd knocked into his knees with a harsh stamp, frail bones cracking as he stumbled from your being. With a tug of your forearm, you broke free, quick footsteps through the door to sprint toward your car. As if graced by God, you started the engine and pulled away. 

The drive home had felt dreamlike. Sweat poured from every inch of skin, hands trembling and breaths heavy. The steering wheel had felt slippery, yet you wouldn't look down, overtaken by fear. When navigating through the surrounding country roads and eventually coming back into the city, you'd reassured yourself the liquid coating your hands had been only sweat caused by adrenaline, nothing more. Though when pulling into your drive, mind hazy as the world around you had lagged behind, you dropped your gaze, a panicked gasp when met with the crimson thickness of blood, a thick and bubbling coating of both the car's interior and your uniform. 

You woke in bed, bolting upright. Light shone through white curtains, thin cotton barely acting as a barrier from the rays of sun beyond the windows. A sheen of sweat had coated the gap between your skin and the uniform you'd still worn, the start of a fever prickling over your body only moments after waking. Your head ached, a pounding against skull that had at first felt reminiscent of a hangover, though as seconds passed, it had intensified beyond that.

A mere text to explain your absence at work had been all you'd mustered as you crouched over the toilet bowl, intense flurry of vomiting as you feigned the gap between conscious and unconsciousness. The memory of your evening before had felt hazy, only flashes of the attack within the house, with more questions raised than answered. How had you gotten home? A sudden flash of the sickening sight when parking up had flickered into mind, another retch into porcelain. 

Looking to the wrist that had bled so freely before, a bandage had been wrapped around damp skin. You peeled back the woven white to analyse the wound below - only to find undamaged flesh. A distant buzz in your head, visions of red, crimson, thick liquid originating from multiple branches, pooling into one abundant ocean. The inside of the cloth had been tainted by two distinct dots of red, yet no marks had remained over your wrist. 

Though, your internal interrogation to past self had ceased as another wave of nausea hit, this time the sickness dispelled from your body closely resembling the consistency and colour of the blood coursing through your veins. Weakness had overcome you next, collapsing to rest upon cold bathroom tile. Through a shroud of darkness you'd attempted to call for help, yet all energy had left you.

The headache had lifted. A lack of fatigue, no sweat, no unbearable fever. Had this been a dream? Pushing yourself from the floor, you stood hunch over sink, peering to the mirror hanging at head height. Hair a bird's nest, bags set deep beneath eyes, you'd felt an instinct to shower. A low growling from your stomach while rubbing soap over unclean skin had signaled the second action on your itinerary.

Cereal poured into the bowl, drowning in milk. Something usually enjoyed before work had excited you, eagerly lifting metal spoon to lips and shoveling the first sugary mouthful between your teeth. Only, crunching down on a breakfast favourite had felt agonizing, the usual sweet taste mingling with tones of chocolate now tasting foul, nausea rushing over your body in a cold sweat as you rushed to the kitchen sink. 

Eggs had been the next trial. Fried with salt and pepper dotted across white and yolk, a slice of bread to house a usually adequate food. It had taken only one bite to reach the same effect, heaving into the metal sink. 

Toast, a staple for those suffering from a stomach bug. Only a swipe of butter to prevent the dry grain sticking to the roof of mouth, but not too much as to upset a stomach. Though, perhaps there had been a little too much dairy as you'd vomited once more. An attempt to cleanse your throat with a cool glass of water had resulted in the vacation of your stomach yet again, abs aching as you retched. 

Tears had welled within your eyes as they glossed over bowls of food before you, none of which you'd been able to digest. Another shower, another set of clothes, an hour spent pacing around the kitchen in thought. There had been one simple comfort food you'd yet to try: soup. When ill, that's what most people have, right? 

Emptiness had resided within your stomach as you turned the ignition, hands placed over the wheel - with another confusing installment as you peered down to the interior. Instead of dried blood coating leather, there had been nothing to serve as evidence for the imagery belonging to the evening before.

Pulling away, foot on the gas, you instead tried to focus on what you'd be purchasing at the store. A logical place to start would be canned soup, painkillers, and electrolytes. The fever you'd slowly overcame had taken much from you, so when parking in the lot beside local grocery store you'd reminded yourself to take it easy, to be quick. 

Weak legs carried you to the automatic door, absentmindedly taking a basket to carry on your journey. Though as you'd began to shop, shuffling forward you'd been distracted by a bad scent hanging in the air, a metallic iron piercing through nostrils. Squinting your eyes, you'd attempted to simply concentrate on purchasing the essentials you'd needed, glancing to the first isle. Cracked and aged tile had sat beneath your shoes, bright lights illuminating shelves filled with stock, yet you'd found yourself unable to concentrate on any of the mundane surroundings. 

Basket between weak fingers, you felt uneasy, overwhelming smells, sounds and sensations over skin suddenly heightening, ambient chatter merging into a loud and blaring ringing. With the overstimulating environment your lungs felt squeezed of air, an inability to regulate breaths. Hyperventilating, the metal handle left your grasp, a shift in your insides as the scent that had felt so disgusting only moments prior had now intoxicated you, an all encompassing and primal need to taste - but what exactly, you hadn't been sure. Only when your vision had raised from newly empty hands had you found the source of need.

A younger woman, earbuds within her ears and a furrowed brow as she glanced among the various vegetables shelved before her. As if hunting prey, your line of tight had felt tunneled, heightened senses latched onto her movements. The music blaring into her ears had been tinny and distorted, yet you felt able to make out lyrics even if stood meters away. 

Mouth running dry, a step forward. You ran tongue across teeth, a starling difference within your gums; an ache, canines feeling unfamiliar between lips. Sharp. Within you had been an urge to bite, chew and rip apart thick mounds of flesh, to watch blood pour into the fresh wound, to drink the sweet ambrosia pooling over raw skin. An animal carnage set behind your eyes, the ringing had intensified, throat closing up with shallow breaths, head floating in a haze.

A slow step forward, consumed by untamed yearning for blood, you'd attempted to fight the fearful feeling clouding your mind, a last attempt at humanity as you'd dreaded the action you weren't sure you could take. Surroundings fading away, you'd committed, another step toward her. 

You bumped into a solid mound - a figure standing larger than you; broader. With the lock on your target removed, the predatory hypnosis had lifted, tears blinked back upon registering the measures you'd been about to take, the intention you'd had. If you hadn't been pulled from the fog, the unaware innocent would've fell victim to your teeth sinking into her skin, throat ripping from body.

"Focus on me." A deep reverberance had echoed through your core, a sudden coolness brushing over heated cheeks as he'd laid open palms to burning skin. Through blurred vision, you met eyes to the source of reprieve, deep purple orbs staring back under a furrowed brow, concentration written over his expression as he'd centered himself only on you. There had been a frown set across his lips, beneath a thick black like etched into the middle of his face, curving to the bridge of his nose. Black hair had fallen from his head and framed his profile the upper section partitioned into two loose buns.

"Good girl, that's it. Calm down." The softly spoken voice had ricocheted through your bones once more, a comfort only God himself could have given you, with a desire to obey. Staring into your soul had been a person you hadn't recognized, yet you'd felt your heart had known. Staggered breaths had turned consistent as you'd done as he'd asked, focusing purely on him, gaze locked onto the thick line across his skin.

"We're going to leave." He instructed you, sights dropping to the lips that had formed the words, a small nod as you put your trust into the stranger. "When we start walking, keep your eyes to the floor, and your mouth closed." His hands dropped from your cheeks, leaving skin bare. Only with his touch turning absent had you realized he'd been supporting your head, unexpectedly feeling much heavier without the large embrace.  "Look down, remember?" His reminder had caused you to obey, dropping your head to face the tile, bright overhead lights reflected on the sheen. 

Only when stepping foot outside had you felt yourself relax, fresh air alleviating the hyper stimulation, aiding the unbearable hunger. The sound of birdsong as day turned into evening had soothed overwhelmed ears, muscles relaxing. Once beside an unknown car, the male had halted, gesturing you to climb within the passenger seat. You'd shot him a look of confusion, yet he'd only repeated the action. Uneasiness set in as he opened the door, harsher gaze causing a churning in your stomach.  

You slipped in and he closed the door beside you, walking to the driver's side and slumping into leather. Before questioning you, he let out a sigh, eyes closing and head hitting the headrest behind him. Had you been within a different situation, you'd have admired his profile more, a sharp jawline and pretty hair, tired eyes in need of comfort. 

"Who are you?" He finally broke the silence by asking the first question he'd had when walking by your demonic form, eyes blood red and teeth poking from lip. It had been more than lucky he'd been there to stop you from your urges, and he didn't appreciate the odds. If he hadn't have been in the same store, a massacre would've occurred, an unstoppable force of cursed-being quenching an insatiable thirst. He'd known the loss of control too well, and reaped the consequences. 

Within the car you'd felt at ease from the outside world, from what had felt too fast and jaded to bare. Your lips formed your name, line of sight finally lifting from the dash to console his gaze. Concern had been etched across his features, merging with stress and sympathy. 

"What just happened?" You'd asked, and he'd turned head to glance through the windshield. He scanned over the parking lot, half empty, trees bordering concrete. How couldn't you know about what you were? Had you played dumb to manipulate his support? 

"What do you already know?" His counter-question had confused you, and he'd watched through the corner of his eye as your face contorted to that of uncertainty. "I'll ask this, then - were you bitten?" The words spoken had your eyes widening, lips parting in surprise. You hadn't connected the bite you'd endured to the sudden sickness, but it hadn't been possible he'd passed a disease to you, surely?

Events from those days before had raced through your mind; red eyes, a stinging over your wrist. With a reluctant nod from yourself, fingers ghosting over where the bite had been, you'd added your rejection of this theory. "There's no marks- I don't think he bit me hard enough to pass anything to me." 

He chose to ignore your thought process, a sense of hopelessness to your condition.  "When were you bitten?"  A squirrel had ran across the cement, stopping over a vacant parking space to pick a fallen pine-cone. You watched as your mind raced, a realization that today had felt much further than that evening than you'd thought, how long were you out? What day had it been, now?  "I don't know-" Stuttered words, you searched for the date within your mind, an image of the paperwork, the anxiety of the first solo call-out. "The first. The first of March." 

His expression dropped, jaw opening as he glanced to the digital clock on the dash, red letters stating date, and time.  "At what time?" His tone was quieter as panic set in, fear and sorrow harboring concern.  "I had a call-" Closing your eyes, you pictured the ranger's radio, time on the clock as you'd stepped from the car to forest floor. "I think around three." 

"And you haven't fed?" Disbelief had decorated him; or had it been horror?  "I tried to eat earlier, but I couldn't stomach it." The explanation had him shaking his head, lips pursing and eyes rolling. His hand balled into a fist over his thigh, fabric scrunching to the center as he'd had enough of your logical excuses.  "I'm not talking about that -" He let out a breath, choosing to spit out the fact he'd tried to keep from you. From now, your life would change forever. "Blood. You need blood." The statement had made little sense to you, though. A disapproving scowl shot his way had been ignored through closed lids, rapid thoughts as he'd searched for a fix to the situation. 

"A transfusion? I'm okay, I just had a fever." The brushing off of his concerns had angered him, how had humans been so straight-thinking? A species that he'd lived among, yet fought to understand. "I probably need a vaccination, though. Maybe he did pass something on..." Your voice trailed off in worry. The rational explanations from you had caused uneasiness, another deep exhale as he placed to fingers to temple. 

"Listen," He'd began, pulling your attention to painted nails at the end of pale fingers. "You need to drink, or your body will reject the transformation." Opening his eyes, his hand turned the key, engine humming. "Where do you live?"  "Oh, I can drive, my car's-" Beginning to point toward your own vehicle your words had died off, the dead-pan stare he'd given you instead pushing you to whisper the address with agitated tone.

Alarm bells you were sure should have rung had remained silent as he drove you home, a short journey filled with stillness. One hand over the gearshift, other on the wheel, you'd watched in admiration. The presence from the stranger had been comforting, and when walking to your door, you'd realized how little you wanted him to leave. 

Only when inviting him inside had you asked for his name, a startled drop of expression as a memory had been sparked from childhood. 

"I heard the Kamo family lives there." Nobara leaned forward, marshmallow browning in the fire as she smiled widely, a gap in the top row of teeth. Megumi rolled his eyes, a sigh from parted lips. He'd had one arm crossed over the other, wearing a frown.  "It's just folklore." His attempts to quieten his friend had been redundant as the small girl had a story to tell. When Nobara had her mind set on something, no one could stop her. 

"The Kamos are vampires, my sister told me herself!" The smile turned to scowl as she brought the marshmallow to her face, black charring coating the outside. She'd burned another one.  "What does your sister know about vampires? She's a botanist, not a monster hunter." His pessimism had been ignored as she'd instead turned to you, heartache from the burned sweet forgotten as she grinned to your curious expression. 

"My sister said they've lived in the house on the hill for decades, and they feed off the people in the neighboring houses. That old guy died, didn't you hear? What was his name..." She trailed off in thought, a disapproving sigh from Megumi as he'd added to the story he hadn't wished to be a part of.  "Fujita-san?" The correction had excited Nobara, an enthusiastic nod as she'd taken the queue to continue.  "Yeah, they found him with puncture wounds, but they couldn't do the autopsy because he disappeared from the morgue! My sister said she saw Kamo Choso by the funeral home that night - I think the Kamos took him!"  

She'd watched your guise closely, in need of validation for her story-telling skills, and maturity. You'd glanced to Megumi, his placid countenance revealing little about how he'd felt.  "I'm sure she was just visiting someone, Nobara." 

Now, Choso had stood before you, speaking of drinking, of blood and bites, of information attributed to the folklore an old friend had spoken of. Vampires were beings written into fairy-tales and horror films - things that surely couldn't apply to reality. Had he been insane? You'd watched in silence as he brought his wrist to lips, a crunch and pop of skin pierced, pulling back the wounded appendage to reveal bloodied lips. Crimson coated skin, bubbling at the incision marks. 

"What the fuck-" You'd began to chastise his actions, yet when transferring gaze to gloss over face, you'd been left speechless. His eyes no longer purple, orbs covered in a pitch black, small veins of purple and blue branching from lid to brow and bags beneath. Between his lips, teeth that had resembled more of animal than human. 

The metallic smell had returned. The pulsing within chest and body as your eyes had been drawn away from his and toward the bleeding limb before you, now inches from face. Hand skimming his skin, gaze locked to the dark red, you'd felt transfixed. Hunger and desire had brought you to the point of leaning toward his offering, lips finally locking over the wound, tongue sliding over crimson. 

The thick drink hit your throat, coating you as if honey, soothing a burn you hadn't recognized before now. A hum of pleasure muted to his skin as you took more, a warmth in your stomach, a supple pleasantry you could only imagine had mirrored that of child drinking from mother. Warm, soft, nurturing. 

Time had stilled, but a gentle push of your shoulder had indicated you'd taken enough, breaking you from the trance. Fingers reaching upward, you ghosted the liquid painted over lips and chin, grazing across teeth that hadn't felt much like your own. Choso let out a breath, watching your bewilderment with tired eyes and sincere expression. He'd felt guilt from the twisting in his stomach as you'd breathed heavy sighs of relief, ashamed of the change in his perception of you now you'd taken from him. With his blood over your lips, you'd looked pretty. 

"From now, you'll need blood to survive." He began, looking from you to instead inspect your home, glossing over framed photos in the hall, landing over a small succulent on a shelf. Through one doorway had been a lounge that he'd found himself following you into, taking a seat on the couch. Slumping back, he continued. "I'm not here to tell you what to do, but for the survival of our kind, I recommend drinking from animals. There's plenty of deer in the woodland to pick from, but it should be fresh." 

"Is that what you do?" He'd shifted on the cushions, eyes darting around the new surroundings to avoid your own questioning gaze.  "No. My father sources blood from the local hospital. Animal blood will hinder some ability - though in your case it's a better option." 

Although his flesh had healed, there had been a tightness within your chest when scanning over remnants of dried blood decorating his wrist - bringing back the intimate moment you'd shared.  "Can I... have more?" A sultry request leaving lips before you'd assessed your own questioning, though he'd chalked it down to hunger rather than the chance you had also felt a throb between legs when enjoying his blood. It had been down to the curse that you'd felt this way, after-all.

Choso's eyes felt unreadable, small movements from the tightening of his jaw as he'd hesitated. It hadn't been a good idea to encourage this behavior, yet he'd found his fingers hooking the neck of his shirt, exposing the base of neck curving to shoulder. An invitation for you to drink, a hypnotic pull toward the source of desire. He waited, pale skin exposed, for your teeth to graze him. When your eyes had landed upon the paths of veins beneath epidermis, blue lines both thick and thin, you'd leaned forward. 

Mouth watering, canines elongated and vision tunneling, there had been a magnetism toward the thick flesh and muscle that you'd felt yourself succumb to. He shuddered under the feeling of your teeth piercing sensitive skin, internalizing a moan of pleasure when he felt his blood flow from his vein to your lips. You gulped back the nectar that flowed through him and only him. 

Choso scaled a hand upward, fingers wrapping around the nape your neck and pressing you further into the crevice you'd resided within. Initially, he'd intended to pull you away, yet when a quiet hum of satisfaction had left your lips to vibrate against his skin, there had been a twang within his core; an ache that he couldn't ignore. So, instead of pushing you away, he'd forced you closer, allowing eyes to flutter shut. The near inaudible sounds of suckling had been music to his ears, tightness within his jeans when he'd allowed himself to feel a sensation he'd long since forgotten. Pleasure. 

Blood dribbled from the corner of your mouth when you'd pulled back, watching his expression intently to gauge his emotional state. Should you thank him? 

Your lips parted, his gaze locked over the small dips and creases that had been filled with his blood, coating thickly and cascading over the curve to meet chin. Choso ghosted a thumb over the mess, but chose not to swipe it away. Though, it had been too late to stop the pull you'd felt, a spark of lust ignited to the man you hadn't known but now craved.

Following your heart you'd straddled him, eyes locked when thigh caged thigh. His hands laid to rest over your hips, and as you'd set yourself still, your attention had been brought to the hardness of his crotch. Sighing at the contact, you'd been aware of the arousal pooling between legs, teeth grazing lip. Choso pulled your face to his, a moment taken to stall before you'd finally closed the gap.

When tasting his own blood so poignantly over your lips, mingling with tongue, his hips had bucked upward. He groaned at the sweet metallic nectar he'd known well, a cup over cheek, nails dragging over subtle flesh. Would he taste you, too? 

"Kamo..." Whispered between brisker kisses, you felt his lips move to linger over your cheek, trailing to your neck. The flat of his tongue rolled over skin, a shiver prickling down your spine before his mouth hovered to lobe.  "Can I?" His voice sounded deeper, a resonance of lust and husk of desire woven into the softness. A nod from you is all he'd needed to proceed, eyes overshadowed by darkness, glossy through arousal. 

A sharpness met your flesh, dragging slowly as if to tease, lips grazing the area as his mouth widened. Finally, he punctured skin, tasting your essence for the first time. Groaning, you rolled hips against his, head tilting to land over his shoulder as you shared yourself with him. Warm, lightheaded, you circled against him, a regular friction over the brick in his trousers.  "Feels good." Praises whispered to his ear had Choso yearning for more. 

Only for a moment he'd pulled back, pushing a hand to unbutton jeans and offer relief to the ache, finally free from cloth cage. Your fingers had looped through your own hem, pulling trousers to sit at mid-thigh before rolling them over knee. When exposed, Choso's eyes dropped, hands grasping the fat of your hips to guide you down onto his cock.

The stretch had been euphoric, jaw widening to allow mews to echo against his shoulder. Sinking down, you squeezed your eyes closed, arching of back only pushing you closer.  "More..." His voice was strained as he fought to ground himself, fearing the chance of losing his mind when he'd felt your intoxicating cunt take him in. It had been a long while since he'd allowed a woman to take him, since he'd felt the tightness of fleshy walls embrace him, milking his cock with each jut of hips. Once you'd found a rhythm with shallow breaths complimented by whines, Choso had reattached his lips to your neck, a vibration of chest emitting to yours to appreciate the skin he'd felt drunk against.  

Lapping, swallowing and humming had been the only noses dancing within your ears, an inability to remove your focus from the body beneath you and the flow of your soul intertwining with his. Choso's hand and the back of your head had met once again, guiding you toward the base of his neck. There had no longer been the bloody wound to signify your last bite, but he enticed you to make another, tongue grazing flesh. 

Each mouth occupied by the other's neck, a transfusion of blood through one another's vein. Choso felt himself twitch within your walls, abdomen sucking inward and a grunt as the coil had snapped, nails cutting into you with force as he drove your movements with white ropes shooting inside of you. Ecstasy had washed over the pair of you as he milked himself with your cunt, the taste of your iron oozing into his mouth. 

Once past the haze of his high, he pulled from your neck, sinking back into the sofa cushions behind. Blood stained his shirt, drips from lips to chin as the primal darkness from his eyes faded.  "Your eyes..." Voice raw, rasp tickling throat, you'd attempted to voice your confusion at the changes in appearance when feeding. The blackness had shrouded the entirety of the eye, unlike Fujita's that had been a vibrant shade of red. 

"When you feed, your face reflects the parasite inside. Eyes will change, teeth grow." His explanation had been voiced as he traced circles over the scratches he'd caused.  "I don't understand what's happening to me -" Only beginning to push further, you were stopped by drowsiness. The purple orbs had watched as you slumped forward to his shoulder, arms holding you in place.  "The transition is ending." Choso's words had been the last thing heard as darkness consumed your soul.

The haze lifted, slowly. 

Sitting upright, your confused gaze straightened out when taking in your surroundings. You'd laid on the couch, blanket over body as you'd looked around the room. There had been little sign of Choso now, but your hoarse voice called for him nonetheless, unsurprised to hear no response. When pushing yourself from firm cushion, you'd questioned the likelihood that last night had been another fever dream - though a blue piece of paper ripped from notebook and black ball-pen beside it had indicated that the evening prior had in fact been reality. Two words scribbled over the blank page had made your stomach flip.

good luck. 

Wandering through your home, you'd debated what to do. Choso had left no point of contact, and had offered little advice in terms of the newly acquired blood-lust. Only one other person had sprung to mind, one childhood friend who had shared a passion for supernatural stories of vampires hiding within the shadows; Nobara. Though, the chances of her holding valuable information had been slim, and even then, the likelihood of her laughing off your questions had been more than likely, she had been your only lead. 

Thumb hovering over call, you'd contemplated if this had in fact been a good idea. But, the more you questioned it, the less you'd felt you'd had to lose - the chance of her knowing something had outweighed the possibility of being made fun of, with much more to gain from the former. 

"Hello?" Her voice echoed through receiver, tone lightly sprinkled in annoyance.  "Nobara." Her name fell from your lips as you brought a nail to lips, biting over it before continuing. "I wanted to ask something, about when we were kids." 

She laughed in irritation. "You disappear off the face of the earth for a week and call me to ask about our childhood?" 

"I'm sorry, I've been sick with a fever," You thought, closing eyes to focus, to think of a better excuse than I got turned into a vampire. "and I spent the time in bed, remembering something."  "I was worried about you, asshole." Her tone was lighter now, though you could picture the scowl you were sure had been etched across her face. "What did you wanna ask?"  "The house, on the hill. When we were kids, you mentioned the Kamos living there." Trying to remain ambiguous, you steered clear of word vampire, weary not to plant a seed of concern within her mind. As a person within your late twenties, supernatural creatures hadn't felt appropriate to bring up without reason. 

"What are you saying, you didn't run into one, did you?" The bitchiness she'd previously displayed had suddenly switched to alertness, a red flag sprung within her mind. "Listen, stay away from Kamos. They're..." She let out a wry breath. "They're not good people."  "Oh, I just- I was just wondering about them, I've never seen one before." You'd hoped she would believe the lie, though her response had only raised more questions. 

"Okay. Was that all?" There was movement on the other side of the line, followed by another woman's voice.  "Yeah." It felt no use to keep pushing. "But, why aren't they good people?"  "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me, okay? Just- stay away from them." She'd hushed the other person, trying to listen for your response.  "Okay. Send my regards to Maki." 

With no luck from the phone call, you left isolated within your own thoughts. Two days had passed with concerned calls from your mother and colleagues, flowers sent to your door that had been thrown out due to an unbearable scent. There would be a time in which you'd have to return to work, yet you couldn't trust yourself not to attack other beings. Would this be life from now on? 

It had all started with that bite, with the house bordering the forest. Something had happened to you within that moment, that you'd been left unable to understand. Had the teeth that pierced your skin been laced with poison? 

A pounding over door had caused you to grown in annoyance, pushing yourself from the self-loathing thoughts and the safety of bed to shuffle toward the hall. The knocking had continued until you'd opened it, eyes squinting as sun had cast light into what had been the dark home you'd hidden within. Megumi had stood within the day, and without a greeting had shoved past you to enter, hand already in contact with the door above your head to slam it closed behind him. 

"Well, that was rude." Sarcastic comment from your lips, a roll of eyes, you looked to your friend in worry. Though, this fear hadn't been due to his abrupt arrival, but to the blood-lust imbued with your soul. 

"Don't tell Kugisaki." His statement had caught you off guard, opening your mouth to question him, only to be cut off. "They're hunters. The second she finds out, you're dead." 

Perplexed expression, questions swirled through your mind. "How?" Searching for an answer within his eyes, you were offered little in return. Megumi had always done well to mask his true emotion, though even with his efforts, you'd been able to read waves of genuine distress. 

"Yuji." A name you'd known well, the pink haired ball of energy the three of you would hang around with often as children, though when reaching high-school, tragedy had struck and his life had been taken. His funeral had been the first you'd attended, his death the first wave grief you'd endured. 

"What does Yuji have to do with this, Megumi?" 

He looked to the floor, exhaling slowly. 

"Megumi." Tone harsher, you pushed him further. 

"He's Kamo's half brother. They live together." 

He prepared himself for the barrage of hate, understanding your anger stemming from a place of hurt, the trauma of losing a close friend while still so young. You hadn't just mourned over the past, but the future he'd lost. Hours spent wondering if you'd have just paid more attention, or offered to walk him home that evening, he wouldn't have been killed. 

"Yuji's- He's dead, Megumi." His face was placid, eyes on the floor. "Tell me, he's dead, isn't he?" Instead of reassurance, your friend had offered an alternative.  "He was never alive." His hands grasped one another, nail picking at skin.  "Why are you being to cryptic?" Tears welled in your eyes as you pictured Yuji growing without you, without his friends. He'd been around all these years?  "He was cursed by his family, same as Choso. They're different to us, though." "Us?" 

Megumi sighed, eyes closing. "You're not the first Fujita has bitten."  Although surprised, you'd felt some relief in the fact you'd be able to control yourself around Megumi, the realization that the insatiable blood-lust had not been triggered within his presence. It had been obvious he wasn't human. 

"How does this tie into you knowing I'm a vampire?" The final piece of the puzzle.  He sighed at your label, flinching at the childish nature, yet understanding the lack of pragmatic options within this reality. "It's called a cursed-being." Corrected, your cheeks burned in embarrassment. "Kamo came home smelling like you. Did he hurt you?" You felt his gaze scanning over you, though quickly shook your head to dismiss the accusation. 

"But, Choso hasn't fed from the source in decades, why now?" You hadn't seen Megumi so sporadic before, usually mellowed and calm, now on edge. Panicked, and scarred. 

"Choso didn't hurt me. He let me feed from him." You danced around the terminology. Had this been the correct phrasing for something so foreign to you?  "No, he smelled of your blood, he must've taken some." Megumi pushed, leaving you burning up with the memories of his skin on yours, his blood trailing over your lips, the euphoria of sharing yourself with him. "Oh, don't tell me-" He pulled a face, scoffing. "That's disgusting." 

Walking through woodland, twigs broke beneath your feet. It hadn't taken long for you to find the house once more, the residence haunting your mind, to forever be ingrained within your memory, your dreams. If what Megumi had spoken had been true, Fujita would still be lurking around the surrounding wood, a being to fear. The dangers had scared you, but the need for answers had conquered fear, reasoning with yourself that you'd be dead if not able to find the truth before long. 

Bashing shoulder to door, the  bowing wood splintered, giving way after a second hit. You'd placed a foot over the barrier with reluctance, unwanted memories flooding brain when passing through the doorway. You scanned the interior, glancing over chipped flooring and decaying walls. It had been clear the lot had been vacant, something that should have been a bigger cause for alarm when you'd first approached the house. If it had been possible to turn back time and undo the need to please your mother, you'd prevent yourself from taking the case, from coming here alone. Things could've turned out differently had you valued your safety over appraisal. 

An uncomfortable emptiness had reminded you of the fact you hadn't fed since Choso had offered himself to you, and unless you'd eaten soon, you would likely die. Though, you hadn't been so sure you weren't dead already. A wooden bookshelf had been coming away from peeling walls, scent of decay ripe on your nose when growing closer. Frowning, you examined the books, finger trailing over thick coatings of dust before stopping over one decorated in a thick red cover, golden swirls ornately decorating both edges and spine. Blowing dirt away, you opened the thin, discolored pages, stopping when glossing over a drawing. Black eyes, surrounded by veins. Beneath, the text: pure-blooded eyes. 

Ornately drawn with high attention to detail, the image had closely resembled the eyes of Choso, initiating a tingle across skin upon remembering the deepness searching within your own. Chin dripping in blood, gaze lustful, an evil aura that had enticed you. They'd been vastly different to the irises you'd met in your encounter with Fujita, and held more of a predatory semblance. You scanned the writing further, searching for an explanation to the differing characteristic. 

'Descendants of the original cursed-being are named pure-bloods. A scarce species treated as royalty among most of the cursed, as pure-bloods hold the power of birth among curses. 

If bitten by a feral curse, the victim will fall to a fever, reverting to a feral state unless pure-blood is consumed by the sixth day of infection. 

Pure-blood is a great rarity among cursed-beings; worshiped. Those carrying the pure-blood will as such refrain from blood sharing, a topic deemed taboo among cursed-beings. Cursed blood is to be exchanged during mating ceremonies, an intimacy between betrothed. If un-mated, a cursed-being shall not allow another to drink from them. 

As a result of this, 99.4% of  infection cases end in feral curses.' 

The book closed by shaking hand. A breath you hadn't realized you'd held had finally been dispelled, the aching fullness of your chest withering. If the writing had held truth, Choso's action of blood sharing had been a large gesture, or display of desire. The phrase 'pure-blood' had stuck in the fore-front of mind, a reminder of the aura Choso had radiated, and the control he'd had. When he'd asked you to focus on him, to calm yourself, it had felt so natural to follow the flow of his voice and find solace within his presence - was this the presence of a pure-blood? 

A car engine approaching had pulled you from the stupor you'd allowed yourself to hang within, head snapping upward and turning toward the doorway. You pressed yourself against the wall, eyes closed and focused on listening to the footsteps that had followed the slam of a car door. The sound of radio static had caused concern, a realization that whomever had been approaching the house had likely been law-enforcement, and by that respect, would know your face. When peeking to the hall, you'd watched a beam from flashlight scan the floorboards, booted feet stepping through. 

"Anyone in here?" Low toned voice echoing through the house had your head had darting back, holding breath with back pressed to wall. Looking over your surroundings, you contemplated a better hiding place. Though, you'd became distracted when taking a steady inhale through your nose, an attempt to oxygenate your lungs after holding breath a little too long, your stomach dropped. Blood. 

The stench had been intoxicating, unbearable. Just like the woman in the grocery store, the potent scent had been something you'd felt yourself incapable of ignoring, once dry mouth now salivating, sharpness of teeth and fangs apparent against skin. Thinking back to the store, imagining Choso's face, you tried your best to ignore the pull toward vein as she edged closer, drool falling from mouth as you'd squeezed eyes closed. Through darkness, images of blood had played throughout your mind, an inescapable urge as you pushed yourself from the wall, eyes meeting victim. 

"Stop right there!" The officer had shouted, yet with your enhanced speed she'd been helpless. A wail ricocheted the empty walls of the entry-way as her arm had been twisted by your hand, weapon dropping to clatter to floor. Pushing her toward the wall, you'd lunged toward her neck, but she'd fought back with a knee to stomach and shove of hands. The actions she'd taken had mirrored your own from only a week prior, a painful reminder to the low you now found yourself within. She stumbled backward, helplessly flailing arms as she fought against your increased strength, but falling through the door to forest floor below. Lurching forward, your teeth had finally pierced the thick of her neck, face set against shoulder as she let out a weak cry.

Hunger. Within your core, echoing through your mind and body. Nothing but the desire to eat, and unwillingness to stop now the feast had begun. As you swallowed back blood, a snarl between swallows, you felt hands on your collar to follow with a sharp pull backwards. Your thirst had yet to be quenched before you'd been laying on your back, only feet away from the unconscious body. Heavy breaths, racing thoughts, you felt close to losing yourself. Her blood hadn't satisfied you yet, the curse within you begging to lunge back and drain every remnant. 

But, there was still an aching hole her blood could not fill. Something about her hadn't been fulfilling enough, incomparable to the juices Choso had offered from neck. Such a sweet taste, thick and coating your throat - there had been a clear superiority. Was this the effect of pure-blood? Within you, a switch flickered, a need for more. Would you have to kill a hundred men to search for this taste one more time? 

Through flurry of emotion, your name had been called, red eyes finally lifting from the unknown's bloodied neck to face the figure that had pulled you from her body. 

Choso.

Mouth dropping open, overtaken with need, you pushed yourself from the ground to dart toward him. Hands had hit against hard chest, and through taking him by surprise, you'd succeeded in tackling him. Just as you pressed your palms to his bicep, teeth grazing neck in preparation to taste his lineage once more, his arms had broken free from your vice and flipped to thrash you against leaf covered mud. Choso had found dominance, holding your limbs roughly against the dirt to leave you paralyzed.

"Stop." He'd uttered the words through annoyed countenance, but you continued to try beneath him, baring teeth. "Stop!" Louder now, a hypnotizing pulse pulled you from frenzied state, eyes softening and body halting. You relaxed, chest heaving with consequence to unhinged breaths. Choso's grip loosened as he sat up, ungracefully stumbling from you to instead hurry his attention to the woman you'd left injured. 

Dread coursed through your chest, a wave of nausea filling your stomach as you jolted upward. The meal previously scavenged from an innocent was regurgitated onto the floor, thick crimson falling from your mouth with deep heaves. Tears welled in your eyes as what had been tunnel-vision had lifted, the gravity of an intense situation setting in. It had been difficult to lift your gaze from the bloodied grass below, but you forced yourself to, watching as Choso had a hand placed over the innocent's head, eyes closed.

Surrounding him shone a white aura, chills cascading over your body in waves as you watched the pureness surround him. It felt as if you'd looked into his soul, an angelic song murmured into ears spoken by divine energy. Sound waves tickled your brain, eyes glossing over in awe. His eyes opened, blackness within them a contrast to what had felt to be heavenly divination blessing the unconscious body before him. 

No words had left his lips as he pushed himself upward, no longer kneeling but instead coming toward you. As he moved, the aura lifted, reality set over the world. Colours that had been bleached by transfixed mind had faded back to the normal greens and browns of woodland. He came toward you in anger, balled fists only uncurling to reach at your collar, heavy footsteps dragging you to the other side of mangled brick. Only when behind the house had he spoken, but not before a harsh shove to the brick exterior. Upon impact, a cloud of dust gushed from weak foundation.

"What the fuck was that?" His tone hadn't been the same soft comfort you'd remembered, instead a deep hatred echoing through eardrum. You looked toward him wide eyed, the overpowering demonic presence within the colorless eyes feeding dread to core.  "I lost control, I don't-" Stuttered words as you'd attempted to formulate a sentence, a panic setting over you. It felt hard to speak to a deity that had felt so strong. 

"You're lucky I was here, or you'd have exposed us all." He loosened his grip on your shirt, taking a step rearwards. The stinging from your back had eased as you'd no longer been plush to hard brick, stumbling on feet. You were weak, the blood consumed from intense hunger now vacated from your body. Back to square one. 

"I'm sorry." Your head was bowed, shoulders tense, but Choso could see your expression clearly. Regret, fear. He hadn't needed to use the powers imbued in him to read your thoughts because you displayed them clearer than day. "Is she okay?" The words uttered had caused Choso to sigh, a clear indication your intentions hadn't been from selfishness, but rather lack of control. His anger subsided as he watched you cry over the woman harmed, and felt a pull to aid you in self control. Though he hadn't trained a cursed-being before, he'd understood your confusion - he'd wanted to help. 

"I changed her memories. She's fine." Flashes of the white aura came to mind as you thought back to his palm resting over her head. Had this been the power he'd used? 

"Are you-" Looking to his eyes, you were met with the purple orbs you'd remembered when first meeting, the same eyes you brought to watch when attempting to ease hunger. There was solace in those eyes. Tired, yet soft, relief from the outer world radiating from him as if luring you in. "Are you a pure-blood?"

An exhale of amusement as his gaze dropped down, gliding over your feet. He folded an arm over the other. "You could say that. I'm a descendant of Lilith, the first curse."  "That's why your eyes are black?"  Choso nodded, painted nail grazing over the loose fitted sweater hanging from shoulders. "The Kamo carry Lilith's blood." He paused, finally lifting his sight from the autumn leaves to your apologetic gaze. "How did you know?" 

A finger raised, you pointed to the brick behind you, a glance to broken windows before explaining. "A book, in there. There were drawings, ones of eyes that looked like yours, but-" Sighing, you pushed past anxiousness as you continued. "It said cursed-being don't share blood." Once finished, you refused to look toward him. Instead, you watched the trees surrounding you, tall and looming. Although ivy had  covered the walls of the building beside you, it hadn't kissed the earth beneath or wildlife surrounding, as if protected by mother nature.

"We don't." Choso spoke with an authoritative tone. "But, you would've died if I hadn't, so just be thankful." Defensiveness hadn't been something Choso was used to, nor had scolding others. To be truthful, he hadn't strayed from the few friends he'd had, in a life he'd rather not live. Had saving you truly been a mercy? After-all, he'd not wanted the life gifted to him.

"Thank you." The words from your lips had caused his brooding expression to contort to curiosity. The hairs on his arms prickled as he surveyed your face. 

"I can end it now, if that would be easier for you." Purple orbs watched you through a sympathetic gaze. "Your life left you when you drank from me. The moments that lie ahead are filled with pain, and suffering. This curse is unbreakable, the hunger insatiable." Choso wanted to show mercy, to undo actions he wished he hadn't chosen to take. You could stop now, if you so wished.

"I'll learn." 

Head bobbing in acceptance, his cold chest tightened. Choso had led the same routine for decades, surrounded by the same faces, continuing the facade of humanity while allowing creatures below his status to feed. A new cursed-being drinking from the blood of Lilith had been a rarity in this world - you were the first to pierce his skin. The act of sharing hadn't been something he'd considered before he looked into your helpless expression, the inner fight between hunger and humanity. Though, on remembering the flow of that night, feeling another's fangs within his neck, venom coursing through his own stream and the hypnotizing suckling as you'd fed from him... he felt he couldn't lead the same lift again.

Your stomach growled with emptiness; a noise you'd began to hear more often. A sound that had been an ignition for Choso, twinge in his stomach and anxiety bubbling through a butterfly feeling he hadn't experienced since childhood. "You're hungry." His words had been more statement than question, and you'd shifted uncomfortably on your feet. Feeling exposed, you shied away, yet he had only stepped toward you with hand outstretched. 

"You can drink from me, but this will be the last time." Choso felt a semblance of sorrow from those words, a desire to have you drain his entire being.

Although you'd wanted to decline the offer, to demonstrate a pretense of self-control, your feet moved forward without the consent of your mind. The curse within you ached in it's own right when hungry, mouth watering, lungs empty. Looking to his wrist, you'd approached him through desperation, yet the lust within his being had reminded him that the neck had felt so much better, especially when you'd been wrapped around his pretty cock.

Fallen leaves padded his legs, the tall bark of tree supporting his back and open arms as he gestured you to straddle him. You'd obliged, sitting upon his lap with thighs caging his, much like the night you hadn't wished to forget. A hiss had escaped parted lips when your teeth offered relief to the meat of his shoulder, a groan to compliment the honey oozing from jugular. Lapping over the skin, you sucked the thick, pouring gore, the high returning to kiss your being. Choso's blood made your body warm, head dizzy. If he wouldn't stop you, you'd drink for eternity.

His fingers brushed your neck, moving hair to the side. Pausing meal, you withdrew from his skin to tilt head to the side and welcome his bite. Sharp fangs had grazed flesh before puncturing, hum from lips when you felt your essence flow from you. His tongue dragged the length of your neck, open mouthed kisses running from your jaw. When his teeth dragged across skin, a strained moan had escaped lips, Choso grazing the spot beneath lobe, tongue swiping to cheek. Turning face to his, Choso adamantly pressed his lips to yous. Sloppy, animal-like kisses had been shared between you, teeth clashing and tongues sliding for a taste of the other. Hints of your blood had been coating his lips, and his on yours, arousal pooling.

Choso took your lips between his teeth, a harsh bite to draw blood. You mirrored this action to his own lips, deep and passionate kisses now decorated in iron twang, a mesmerizing flow between two beings. With one hand holding head in place, the other groped your body, sliding over the small of your back to squeeze over ass, humming as his forceful grab had left him wanting more. 

Your back met with the dried mud and forest's debris, Choso's fingers hooking through the waistband of your trousers to pull them aggressively to ankle. His eyes were black, teeth sharp with an intense wraith radiating from his presence. This must have been the aura of Lilith's descendants, that of power, control. Looking to him had felt as if you were looking to a God, though with the curse demonizing him, it had been evident these creatures would be nothing more than false-Gods. Demons. 

Choso ducked to seat his face between your legs, tongue gliding over folds to coax a whine from parted lips. The sudden movement had you to stirring beneath him, legs threatening to close. This had provoked Choso's hands to meet thigh, pressing legs to open wide. He lapped a stripe once more, before circling over the bud he'd craved, whines falling to appraise him. Breaths heavy, you bucked upward, finding a pace that transfixed both you and him. Your moans were captivating and spurred him on to continue, though the ache imprisoned by his trousers wouldn't be ignored much longer. 

 His hums vibrated over your core, back arching from forest floor as the throbbing in your abdomen had built itself much deeper, desperate grinds against the mouth that pleased you.  "C-choso..." His name from your lips had been enchanting, an ethereal goddess charming his very being. Your fingers found their way to lace within black locks, tugging to the base of his skull, pulling him closer. He'd felt unable to breathe as you held him in place, yet continued on in bliss. His short pants had fanned against you, sharp breaths inward forcing him to inhale more of your scent. 

The coil snapped, a wail and cry from lips as he continued to massage your folds with his tongue. Choso lapped at the slippery juices, groaning and swallowing back as much as he'd been able. When your whimpers grew quiet and your high fizzled out, Choso's teeth sunk into the fat of your inner thigh, large hands holding the limb in place as he tasted more of you. 

His cheek pressed to your leg as he peered up at your disheveled state, chest rising and falling at rapid pace. When shifting, the tightness in his pants had grazed the forest floor, hips rolling as a shaking breath left his lips. Choso needed you, now. 

Lining up to the dripping hole he pushed himself in, moaning at the sensation of your walls finally hugging him again, a warmth on cold skin. Since that first encounter, he'd tugged fist over himself, tightening hand in attempts to mimic how your insides had felt, yet he had always been left disappointed. To have you again, now, was as if he'd been blessed. He withdrew his appendage only to push it back in once more, red lip leaking and sensitive as he'd felt overwhelmed in pleasure. 

With arms caging you beneath him, wrists grazing cheek, you tilted head to the side and bit into cartilage, a guttural groan spilling from his chest in excitement. Curses spewed from his lips as he felt his essence transferred to your being, cock twitching. His gaze dropped to watch himself disappear into you, thick base larger than he'd seen before - though he'd been sure this was due to pure arousal and lust. He considered the chance of you being his soulmate with how his body had felt against yours, two flames as one. A white ring around the base had demonstrated your pleasure and reminded him of the mules created with the movement of his mouth to your cunt, and Choso found himself pulling backward to kneel, pummeling cock and using the pad of thumb to massage just above. 

Your back arched from the floor, eyes rolling to display only whites. You'd still been sensitive from the encounter before, reacting immediately to the contact his digit gave to you.   "F-fuck, Choso, I can't-" The sensitivity had you gasping, each roll of hips to yours more intense than the last, a folding within the muscles of your stomach.  "Take it, one more." Uttered quietly the instruction rang in your ears, hands grabbing at the soil yet finding solace in nothing. The moans from your lips had been much louder now, but within the bubble you'd felt yourself within, you felt confident Choso would be the only creature to hear desperate screams. 

Once more, you lost control, blood stained mouth opening wide and muscles tightening, a flood of fluids coating Choso as he coaxed you through your climax. Several 'good girl's muttered inaudibly between thrusts, a squeeze over his cock. He leaned forward, face buried in your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply, unable to hold back as he bit into skin for a final time before his own end. 

Your nails dug into the skin of his back beneath the shirt he'd still worn, thick and toned muscle beneath your palms. Dragging fingers down, you'd created eight burning lines from shoulder to hip as your body had been pummeled to the dirt below, though as Choso grunted and groaned, it had clearly encouraged him more. 

His body his the amber leaves, laying with eyes closed, chest heaving. A comfortable silence had remained among nature, only ambiance of breaths and bird song. As one creature had called out, another had mirrored the mellow music from it's own beak, allowing the melody reprise.

"I think," You spoke quietly into the air. "Your brother knows about us." You watched the sky above the canopy, deep blue peeking through twisted branches.  "Yuji? Hm." Choso's mind had been elsewhere, yet your voice had brought him to think of family, and the repercussions of the actions the pair of you'd seemed unable to falter. "Megumi said Yuji had been able to smell my blood when you came home - can you differentiate smells?" A leaf twiddled between fingers.

"Yeah, sometimes. Your scent is stronger than most - it's sweeter. Tastes good, too." The compliment had your cheeks burning, a flutter within your chest.  "Yours is intoxicating." With your praise, it had been Choso's turn to heat up.  "Lilith's descendants taste different. We have the purest form of the curse; we pull others to us like magnets. But, it's all a facade. It's a hunting mechanism, to draw innocents to our clutches, and to manipulate those turned by our kind." The consistent hum of his voice had lulled you.

"Do you dislike your species?" Choso thought for a few moments as he watched the same patch of sky.  "Partially - but it's not our fault. It's Kenjaku's." A fledgling flew from one branch to another. " He experimented on Lilith, he cursed her and her children. We were born of wombs tortured by him, yet we have to live with the consequences from God."  

His childhood had been unpleasant. Memories of torture, pain and suffering had come to fruition, but he'd learned to push them back. Kenjaku had been a name he'd not wanted to speak, but with you, he'd felt inclined to pass on the truth.

"Could you teach me more?" Your request was hushed through fear of rejection. He pondered.  "Hm? About what?"  "How to live like this, the history... everything."  "Why?" He hadn't considered himself an airhead, though he couldn't find himself understanding the request. So much horror had surrounded that of cursed-beings, betrayal, sorrow. He hadn't been able to fathom why you wouldn't accept the naivete and ignorance as a gift.  "This is my life now." Turning to your side, you glanced over the expressionless face beside you. Purple eyes glowed in the dying light of day, pale skin decorated in shadows cast by the trees above. He considered your request, beginning where it had all started.

"We could start with home, I guess." Choso spoke, and you'd pictured the house from your childhood, full of questions and wonder. It felt as if fate had called to you all those years ago, the draw to know what had been awaiting beyond brick and mortar. Though, perhaps the pull had been towards something else; someone. The being beside you had felt like home, after-all. 

a/n: thank you so much if you read this far ! this fic took me 5 days to write, so i really hope it came out okay :,)

let me know if you guys want a part 2, there's a few ideas in my head honestly but i'm not sure how popular choso is and if people would even like that

but honestly i really put a lot into this so im nervous for what people are gonna say :')

also fun fact, just before writing this i finished evangelion and the Lilith idea is totally based off Lilith in evangelion lol

rbs and comments are really appreciated <3

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Summary: The bastard brother of a neighboring kingdom has taken an interest in you, much to your surprise. It's an uneasy relationship, given the escalating tensions between your kingdoms, and the ones that surround you.

Pairing: Choso x f!Reader

Rated: 18+ (explicit content in later chapters)

AUs: Medieval AU, Bastard Choso, Noble Reader

Warnings listed per chapter, but in general: Violence, Blood, Character Death (not Choso or Reader), Eventual smut

AN: I just...castles...knights....that one painting of the knight and the lady in the tower on the stairs... Anyways I've had Choso brain rot for far too long again. Yuji is happily engaged to Yuko Ozawa (his classmate from middle school.) It's what I felt fit best for this AU lol

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Tbh we always talk about the more eldritch side of the obey me cast, but yknow what would be nice? Seeing these old grandpas get so shocked at how humans work now.

I don't really think demons have a proper concept of evolution. Maybe its more of a power up? But they certainly don't evolve like how humans would. It'd be funny to see some of them get shocked to learn that we didn't exactly look like this before. Of course some of em may know before, but other demons who just think of humans as food and nothing more would.

Idk its just funny to see a demon having a whole crisis because how tf did we go from that to that?

Anon not only is this hilarious to think about, especially when you consider the differences between human and demon biologies, but it's absolutely insane to imagine these ancient know-it-alls either just forgetting it or like. completely missing humans evolving. kinda like MC: i know as a human i think my species is kinda important but how do you MISS that? Brothers: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so I wrote that. I hope you dont mind.

no cws, but there's a nod to dialuci, which could also be very easily read as a reckless MC making a joke at Lucifer's expense. 5.5k words again, babes.

Evolutionary Biology 101 with Prof. MC (or: how the demons missed the emergence of Homo sapiens sapiens only for MC to educate them)

Mammon

Mammon was created some time before Cambrian Explosion - though don't ask him what year, no one was keeping track of things like that back then.

The general goings-on of heaven didn't interest him so much, so Lucifer would often give him the more fun, creative projects to occupy his time.

He didn't pay much attention to humans either, not until Beel, Belphie, and Lilith started expressing an interest in them - and by then human development had progressed to the use of tools and currency - completely missing their initial emergence.

"Well this is a waste of time! There's nothin' shiny here at all," complains Mammon.

"You didn't have to come with me," you say, for what feels like the hundredth time.

In hindsight, it probably wasn't the smartest idea ever to bring the Avatar of Greed along with you while you visit the museum. Solomon had wanted you to pick up something from an acquaintance of his, and that acquaintance happened to be one of the research associates tied to the place. Your only saving grace has been the fact this is the Natural History Museum - still full of valuable artifacts, but less immediately obvious or eye catching. You wouldn't know what to do with Mammon in a place like the British Museum.

Or actually. On second thoughts... maybe you should take him there. He'd be right at home.

You leave the demon somewhere in near the entrance with a firm suggestion (though not an order) to stay put. The meeting is short and to the point, and you leave the office with an ancient scroll in hand.

Mammon is not where you left him when you return.

With a sigh, you find yourself a map of museum exhibits, resolving to find him by process of elimination. Maybe he's by some of the valuables displays - early tools, jewelry, and pottery could potentially snag his interest.

Except he's not where you expect him to be at all.

You find Mammon in one of the new exhibits - Roots of Australiana.

"I made that one," he says, pointing. You follow the line his finger makes and you can't help but feel the surge of fond exasperation when your eyes land on the taxidermy creature.

"Are you telling me you made the platypus?"

"Yup, all the handiwork of the Great Mammon!" he says, pride in his voice and the way he puffs out his chest. "Michael hated it but Lucifer loved it."

The affection you feel for this demon is immeasurable. You laugh, grabbing onto his arm and hugging him close, just to see that beautiful red blush take over his features. You don't let yourself be shocked by the fact that apparently Mammon was responsible for the creation of one of the weirdest creatures known to mankind. It makes a startling amount of sense.

You spend the next few hours in just that one exhibit, pointing at different animals and asking about their origins. Mammon doesn't know the answer to all of the questions you ask, but you do get a glimpse into what sort of life he maybe had before the Fall.

"Oh yeah! Jellyfish! Levi wasn't super interested in makin' anything but we all had to contribute something. He got his out of the way real early on too."

"Lucifer says he made the cassowary, but Satan swears up an' down that it was him drivin' at the time."

"Asmo, Beel, an' I worked together on Kangaroos. Or rather - I made kangaroos but Asmo didn't think they were 'cute' enough so he made wallabies. Beel was just a kid back then but he loved 'em so much he wanted to show Belphie and Lilith, so he made Rock-Wallabies. Small enough that he could pick 'em up and carry 'em in his lil' baby hands."

Eventually you get to the end of the exhibit, where there there's a display of recreations of the neolithic pre-human variations of the indigenous peoples. There's even an actual skull just sitting there in the open, beyond the rope boundary. Surprisingly, Mammon has something to say about this too.

"Lucifer, Simeon, an' a few of the other seraphim helped make those. I dunno why it took a bunch of them though considerin' there are none left around today. Too many cooks, I wonder?"

You freeze.

"Mammon," you start, still formulating your thoughts, "do you know what this is?"

He cocks his head, gaze flitting between you and the display. "It's jus' a monkey, isn't it? Not one of the cute ones though."

"No..." you say slowly, only because you yourself are kind of perplexed by this strange gap in his knowledge, "Well. Yes, kind of a monkey. But a monkey that eventually evolved into the human race."

There's a moment of silence as Mammon stares at you.

"You're shittin' me, MC," he finally says.

"I wouldn't lie to you about this," you say, even though you would in any other circumstance. Winding Mammon (or really, any of the brothers) up has become a personal past-time. "That right there is one of the protohumans. Paranthropus boisei if that plaque is to be believed."

Mammon looks so confused and it's hard not to giggle a little at his wide eyes.

But then you see his arm move and -

"Wait, Mammon-"

It's too late. Mammon has already reached inside the exhibit to grab hold of the skull. Alarms start blaring but he ignores it - probably doesn't even register to him. Instead, he's holding up the skull to be level with your own head.

You only just hold back from making an Alas, dear Yorrick joke.

"Nah, I don' see it. Where'd the fangs go? Your teeth so little compared to these chompers." he says, while fiddling with the admittedly ginormous teeth inside the skull.

You pull on his arm to try and get him to drop the skull before anyone sees, but he doesn't budge. "Please, Mammon. I'll tell you if you just put. The skull. Down."

You punctuate each word with more fruitless tugs at his arm, which prompts him to raise it higher to try and get the skull out of your reach. Security has now run into the room, and they're all trying to ask him the same thing - put the skull down and come with them.

Mammon snorts, narrowing his eyes. "Pesky humans," he grumbles, before wrapping his free arm around you.

You're not quite sure what happens next. You think there's a flash of wing, the touch of cool leather, but it's like your brain just doesn't know how to translate what your body is seeing, hearing, and feeling.

When the world starts making sense again, you have to blink a few times to get your eyes adjusted to bright sunlight. You can hear running water, and in front of you a platypus is lounging in the reeds of a small creek.

Mammon is still holding that skull.

"Alright, now that we're alone, you can start explainin' things," he says.

This is just too bizarre. You sigh. So much for getting Solomon's scroll back to him before sundown. Especially now that it seems Mammon has taken you entire continents away.

In for a penny...

"Is listening to me explain evolutionary biology to you really what you want to do now we're alone in the middle of nowhere?"

There's a splashing sound as the skull is thrown into the creek. You can't find it in you to care. Especially not when strong arms wrap around you and everything becomes Mammon.

Leviathan

Leviathan was created some million years before the Triassic era. He grew up at the same time the life in the ocean was starting to grow teeth.

He was the brother to spend the most time on Earth - but not on land. His presence in the deepest depths in the ocean was perhaps one of the reasons for their eventual gargantuan size. And as the creatures grew in response to this threat, Leviathan grew with them.

Really, humans only started being interesting when they learned to tell stories with nuance. His brothers like to joke it was the advent of anime and manga, but really, Levi secretly loved the puppetry of early civilizations too.

But by then, it was too late. He'd spent all that time down in the ocean, only to miss man's precursors crawling from the waves.

You're mentally patting yourself on the back for the absolutely brilliant idea to bring Levi to a human aquarium when he stops suddenly beside you.

It's not the first time that's happened during the day - quite often some scaly creature will attract Levi's attention and he'll be frozen staring at it for a bit. If you didn't know better you'd say he was trying to mentally communicate with the fish. You're happy to listen to his long rants and tangents after about that particular species or maybe a fun story he has about some of his oceanic trips. Normally the shifting blue ambiance of the aquarium lighting makes people look spooky, otherworldy. On Levi, it makes him look alive.

What seems to have stopped him this time is the absolutely enormous jawbone of what the plaque tells you is a Megalodon.

"It was a baby," he sniffs.

You grab onto his hand, pushing down the existential terror that anecdote brings up in you. Whatever this jaw belonged to could swallow you whole without realizing, and that's baby sized?

"There, there. At least it's swimming happily in the fishy afterlife with the rest of its species," you try to console.

"Not all of them," he grumbles sulkily.

That makes you freeze. You're staring up at the fossilized jawbone, contemplating the implications of that comment long enough for Levi to wander off on his own.

"MC," Levi calls to you, though you can't say for sure how much time has passed, "what do they mean by 'all life started in the ocean'?"

Once with Mammon was chance.

Twice with Levi - it can't be coincidence.

Or rather, shouldn't be.

"Exactly what it says," you say rather blithely. You should not have to explain this to beings who were definitely alive back then. "All life, including the reptiles, mammals, and even humans, started off as some variation of sea life."

"Oh, so you have gills? Why didn't you say so MC, I could've taken you taken out to visit Lotan ages ago if I'd known-"

"Levi, I don't have gills," you interrupt. "I have lungs. We've been over this."

He screws up his nose. "Seems like a bit of a downgrade, to me. Think about all the cool things you're missing out on because you don't have gills!"

"Missing?" you ask incredulously, "sure, we're coming back to the giant deep sea life that apparently isn't dead in a sec, but how can you miss all of human evolution?"

He blinks at you slowly.

"It's not like the land creatures were doing anything interesting."

You splutter. "Not doing anything inter- Levi they were evolving into humans. They were fighting and eating each other to distill the dominant species!"

He shrugs.

"Plesiosaurs did that too. If you wanted to see some really vicious fighting, you could always count on the Vampyromorphs."

"I'm sorry the what?"

Levi sighs like you were put on this earth just to test him. In your defense, you kind of were, a little bit. You sling an arm around his shoulders to bring him close. You're in this together, after all.

You don't hide your blush when he confidently puts an arm around your waist in return, hand settling on your hip. He uses it to steer you towards the Squid Tank.

"C'mon MC, your normie side is showing. Vam-pyro-morph. Giant squids with slightly cannibalistic tendencies. Ticklish underneath the tentacles and the teeth," he says, like that explains anything.

Sketched onto the plaque beside the tank is one of the early vampire squid precursors. It's the most terrifying thing you have ever seen.

Speaking of terrifying, that reminds you -

"Levi- hey. Levi, please, what did you mean megalodon aren't extinct-"

Satan & Asmodeus

Asmodeus was created sometime around the late Jurassic era. This was way before the modern variations of the Homo sapiens species, but a few of their precursors were mulling around.

That wasn't to say they were doing anything particularly interesting. Instead, Asmo was more taken with the potential colors of avian feathers. He was trying to campaign for more variation by aggressively making more wild and wonderful plumage.

Satan, perhaps, has the best defense in that he didn't exist as an independent entity until sometime around when humans invented agriculture. He may have had flashes of awareness within Lucifer, but it was very rarely during anything to do with the mortal races.

You, Satan, and Asmo had agreed to study for your next Devildom Law exam together in the House's library. Studying together was normally a thing you and Satan would do anyway, but Asmo had been falling behind somewhat in your last exams, and Lucifer was starting to get snippy about it. You suggested Asmo should join you and Satan, on the basis that the current unit is on human cultural developments, and you can teach by example.

Asmo was especially enthusiastic about that.

Surprisingly, he was a more effective study partner than, say, Mammon. The three of you had been managing to read quietly together for just over an hour. Your hand had drifted unconsciously into Asmo's hair, while Satan let his tail wrap around your ankle.

"I didn't realize humans had multiple forms too!"

Asmo's voice breaks the tranquility of the library, and you look up from your notes. Satan leans over Asmo's shoulder and hums a little in surprise.

You suddenly have a lap full of the Avatar of Lust as Asmo crowds into your space. He's got a book in hand - one on the history and development of human cultures. It's turned to a page on the origins of humanity, and it even contains one of those stereotypical diagrams you'd associate with the progression of evolution - from fish to primate to man.

"What-" you start, but Satan's already latched onto this subject like a cat with its prey.

"It makes sense - your current form is quite dexterous and good for persistance hunting, but it doesn't provide much in terms of raw power," he's saying, and what?

"Though it seems the cranial size and cognitive capacity of your current form is the most advanced - is that to make quick decisions and judgements?"

"You don't have to keep your defenses up with us - surely you know that we'll love you no matter what you look like," Asmo croons, twining your fingers together.

"Don't you trust us, MC?" asks Satan and damn him for being so soft.

"Wait, guys, you don't think..." you start but then trail off. After Mammon and Levi, maybe you shouldn't assume the knowledge of these dumbasses demons.

"Think what, MC?" Satan asks.

You can't help the laugh that escapes you.

"Humans don't have multiple forms, at least that I'm aware of. That's a diagram of human evolution," you explain.

It doesn't seem to clear anything up. They're both still staring at you, waiting.

"Humans didn't always start off with opposable thumbs. In fact, we actually started in the ocean as weak little microbes," you say, wishing you paid more attention in high school bio. "We eventually grew lungs and feet and all the other stuff until we landed on version I am today."

"Oh," says Asmo, and it's actually a bit of a surprise that he's the first of the two to get it.

"Kind of like how Satan started off as a parasitic feeling of righteous anger, then became a ball of miasmic spite before figuring out the whole physical shape thing?"

Or not.

"Hey, I was not a parasite-" Satan scowls but you cut him off before he could get truly worked up.

"No, that's more like human childhood development-" you stop yourself when you see their looks of confusion. Right. Basics. "Anyway. Human evolution happened over millions of years. What you see before you now is the result of thousands of generations combining to produce the most viable, strongest traits for survival."

"Oh!" says Asmo, and not again. "Like dogs!"

You go to refute that too, but then you pause. Technically all the different shapes and sizes dogs come in are the result of generations of selective breeding. Some have survived and some have died off.

"Kind of," you finally settle on.

Satan scowls. "You're not like a dog, MC. You're different to other humans, right?"

You sigh, resolving yourself to an afternoon of explain the theories of evolutionary taxonomy, genetics, and survival of the fittest.

To two of the most powerful beings in existence.

Great. So much for date night.

Beelzebub & Belphegor

Beelzebub and Belphegor (and Lilith) all had a fascination with humans and human cultures.

That doesn't mean they were particularly aware of their origins. After all, they had only been created towards the late Miocene era. They were children as the protohumans were taking their first steps.

To say the twins and Lilith grew up as humanity grew up wouldn't be incorrect. They were somewhat sheltered, though, from the worst of it.

You had promised this would be a quick trip to the university's library. You still have your student access, which grants you document delivery privileges - something both Lucifer and Solomon take advantage of regularly. Normally the library could send you a digital copy of your requested book, chapter, or paper, but in this case you had to go in and pick up a physical copy. Belphie and Beel had offered to accompany you for the trip, and in return you offered to get them a human world lunch - your treat.

However, you weren't banking on encountering one of your more detestable peers. You and he had never gotten along - not even since your undergrad days. He catches sight of you before you could turn and leave, and you were forced into a 'polite' game of catch-up.

The conversation starts and ends with pointed barbs and unwarranted bragging on both sides. Occasionally his eyes will flick towards Beel and Belphie at your back, both impatiently waiting for this to be over like kids waiting for their parent to stop catching up with an old friend in the shopping centre. Unfortunately it all devolves into something just shy of a screaming match when he decides to bring the twins into it, referring to them obliquely - insulting them in that underhanded way that conceited academics fling around their intelligence. There's something frantic about it, though.

He decides to take his leave when you start garnering the attention of other students.

"Right, well, when you're done associating with Neanderthals be sure to give me a call. I need that book once you're done with it."

"I would, but that lead pole stuck up your ass would probably block my call anyway," you sneer as he leaves, determined not to give him the last word.

A strong arm wraps around your waist, stopping you from going after that scholarship stealing prick by keeping you held against Beel's chest.

"I don't get why he made you so mad," grumbles Belphie.

"You mean besides sniping the scholarship and supervisory team I was gunning for during my year away?" you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down. This probably doesn't mean much to them anyway. "He shouldn't have called you that."

"Called us what?" Beel asks, still not letting you go.

You turn in his hold, tilting your head. "He called you Neanderthals. Which is such a childish insu-"

"What's a neanderthal?" asks Belphie, coming up on Beel's other side to lean against you heavily. You're not sure whether it's his inherent laziness or his desire to constantly be close to you, but you appreciate it regardless.

You sigh. By now you've realized that for whatever reason, these ancient entities who predate humanity know nothing about how your species emerged.

You grab both of their hands in your own, tugging at Beel softly to get him to release you. He does, and you walk them towards the display at the entrance of the Anthropology library. There's a large, old diagram in a simple frame that feels incongruous to the ultra-modern aesthetic the rest of the library seems to have.

The picture depicts somewhat of a lineage of human species - with branching taxonomies to show some of the related Homo Sapiens species before your own wiped them out. You point to one of the closest humanoid figures - it's proportions vaguely similar to your own, but the arms and hands are too large, the skull too long.

"That's a neanderthal. They were a possible early prototype of humans," you say, and it's somewhat amusing to see the identical expressions of confusion direct themselves from you to the image.

Beel hums. "I still don't get it. Why did it make you so mad?"

You sigh. "The neanderthals were wiped out by the early Homo sapiens sapiens - my species. Well. Wiped out, bred out, there's still some contention. Supposedly their cognition wasn't advanced as ours, so by using it as an insult, he was calling you stupid, boorish, and outdated."

"I'll show him stupid and boorish," mutters Belphie, his human-looking form flickering slightly around the edges.

And no, as tempting as it is, you probably shouldn't let the demon loose on that human annoyance. You scramble to come up with something to distract Belphie, but all you can really focus on is the flickering.

Hmm.

"Neanderthals weren't the only human-like species people think were wiped out. There's some speculation that humans developed a sense of the uncanny valley because there were other species around that came close to threatening us," you start, tightening your grip on Belphies hand. You re-grab Beel's, now trying to lead them out of the building.

You continue. "Humans have this sense that basically freaks us out when we see something that looks, sounds, and moves like a human, but isn't quite right. It could've also developed as a way to weed out undesirable conditions or illnesses as humanity was evolving."

You can see your words starting to get through to Belphie, and wide eyes blink at you slowly. You can tell Beel is also invested, in the way he's stopped trying to tug you over in the direction of the vending machines.

"But I have another theory."

Belphie is very clearly interested now, but it's Beel who asks "what's your theory?"

"I think that there is another species - one stronger and faster and better at hiding itself - that humans are below in the food chain. All we can do is keep an eye out for them, because we sure as hell aren't going to be able to fight them off."

"I'd fight them for you, MC," says Beel, and he's sweet. But you can also tell that he's realized where you've been leading the conversation.

"What's the point of this all, MC?" asks Belphie and damn it you thought you managed to distract him. His shape is still flickering threateningly.

"I'm talking about demons, Belphie. You guys eat human souls as some kind of tasty snack. Humans can't fight back so we developed an ability to be scared so we could run away. That asshole back there was probably puffing up his feathers because he was terrified of you."

Finally, finally, that seems to appease Belphie. A self-satisfied grin crosses his face, and he leans further into you.

There's a loud growl, breaking the fragile peace. Beel doesn't even bother trying to look embarrassed.

"Yes, we can get food now. C'mere," you say before he can even ask, and begin to drag them anew.

A thrill shoots up your spine when you realize they let you lead them, these apex predators who are designed to consume you.

Lucifer & Diavolo

Unlike his brothers, Lucifer wasn't unobservant throughout prehistoric times. In fact he, Simeon, Michael, and a few other siblings were given the responsibility to push evolution in the right direction.

That final step between Homo Heidelbergensis and Homo Sapiens took its toll on all of them, and so Lucifer gave himself permission to stop giving a fuck about the mortal fleshbags to focus more on his family.

Perhaps this is why he didn't quite have the same curiosity about human culture that his siblings did - it was so much work getting them to that point that all he can think of was the long hours.

Diavolo himself had been born at some point in very early human history but he's always had a fascination with humans and where they came from - compounded when he found out the role Lucifer himself played in their creation.

But that doesn't mean they're both without some gaps in their knowledge (in some very important places)....

"Here, hold this."

This is the only warning you get before the squirming baby is deposited in your arms.

The child belongs to one of your friends from before college - before RAD. Your friend had brought it along for one of your admittedly rare catch-ups because she couldn't find a sitter, sorry! You watch helplessly as she leaves your table to head towards the bathrooms.

You stare at the baby.

It babbles back at you.

"MC?" a familiar voice calls.

You and the baby both look up at the same time with identical dumbfounded expressions.

Approaching your table is two tall figures, both wearing long and expensive looking overcoats. The one in red is grinning sunnily, while his companion in blue is screwing up his nose, making his glasses skew on his face. Diavolo and Lucifer take seats at your table, despite the fact there are plenty of empty places around the cafe.

"Please don't tell me you've picked up a pet, MC," Lucifer says with distaste, "Despite what you may hope, it won't teach my brothers responsibility."

One day you will teach this demon manners. This is not the way to greet someone you run into while they're on holiday.

"It's a baby," you say slowly, dragging out the syllables.

"Ooh a baby what?" Diavolo asks, and surely not.

"Something that's easier to train while young, I would hope?" Lucifer asks.

Well. Yes, but...

You squint at him. He stares back impassively, though you do notice the confusion in the way his eyebrows cock unevenly.

"A human baby!" you say incredulously.

Sure, your time in the Devildom was fraught with cultural misunderstandings, but come on. These are two of the most powerful beings in existence. Lucifer has been around since the beginning of time itself.

Diavolo pushes his face in close to the baby, and then you have to rear back as he turns to study you just as intently. Normally you wouldn't mind, but now is not the time or the place.

"It's so small, and squishy," he says.

"It's the weaker version of a human," Lucifer says, though he doesn't look as confident as his tone would have you believe him to be, "it likely needs more time to coalesce more energy."

"Guys," you say with exasperation, "it's a baby. It grows. Physically! And hopefully: mentally and emotionally. It doesn't shapeshift. It doesn't 'coalesce energy'. It just ages."

They're looking at you doubtfully. You really don't think it's that hard to grasp.

"Besides," you add, "this technically isn't even a human's weakest form."

"They get smaller?" Lucifer asks.

It's the first time you've seen him so freaked out.

"How?" Diavolo asks and no you are not going to explain this to him-

"I'm sorry - who are you?"

Sweet, saving grace. Maybe there really is a god looking down on you.

Your friend has returned. She looks apprehensive, though that may have something to do with the rather large, intimidating, obviously rich men huddling around you and her baby. Oh, right.

Your mind scrambles to come up with a good excuse.

"Oh! This is Luci...us," you start, and immediately panic when you realize you were about to use Lucifer's actual name. The demon in question shoots you a glare, but at this point in your relationship you've become immune.

"And this uh..."

Friend? Boss?

Actually. Fuck it. Time for revenge for almost forcing you to explain the birds and the bees to him. And all the other shit you've been through since waking up in the Devildom.

"This is his husband, Dia. They run the exchange program I told you about - the one I spent a year away for. They're actually thinking of adopting at the moment."

Immediately your friend's face brightens. "Oh?" she asks, "what age were you thinking?"

"Actually-" Lucifer starts, but you're not going to let him derail your Evil Plan™.

"Around the same age as yours," you interrupt.

This lights a fire in your friend's eyes, and immediately she starts her whole tirade anew about the lack of sleep and the burping and all the messes and the lack of sleep and the wonders of small humans forming their own consciousness and opinions and the lack of sleep and- well. Basically everything you had been unwittingly subjected to before you were interrupted by the demons.

Diavolo takes all the unwanted and unwarranted information with an enthusiasm that definitely helps play into the fiction you've set up. Beside him, Lucifer is smiling pleasantly, but when his gaze drifts to you and you meet his eyes -

v̴̥͠ȩ̶̃r̶̟̒t̵͚̍i̵͂ͅg̶̱̏o̶̤͠. you're at the edge of a precipice and you're not going to fall. you're i̷̳͝n̸̦̽s̴͔͐i̶͔͠g̴͉̏n̶̯̏i̵̮͑f̷̻̐ȉ̴̩c̴̛̞a̴̛͇n̴̜͠t̶̩́. it would be so easy to be crushed by this abyss-

you smile back just as congenially. Really. You'd think he'd remember that none of his glares work on you anymore. The baby in your arms squirms and holds its own pudgy little arms up towards the Avatar.

Huh. Interesting. That glare of his doesn't work on the kid either.

You're still forced to sit there politely while your friend rambles on about the wonders of human development and the joys of being a parent for another two hours. It's definitely worth it though - the picture of a small, red, wiggly baby being held at arm's length by the Avatar of Pride is one that will live in your memory for lifetimes to come.

Barbatos

Barbatos doesn't quite know when to attribute his creation to. It's never really mattered.

He wandered the Earth before the Fall, before humans. He watched that first creature crawl itself out of the mud. He watched as it crawled and stood and spoke.

He kept a close eye on this species - especially as they began to show intelligence. They created their own laws and measurements and perceptions of Time, which was cute, if a bit misguided.

In some of the early days, he let some of his true nature slip too close to the surface, and in return he was granted offerings of livestock and. Well. Live humans. Young ones. Too young.

There's warmth somewhere near your cheek as a cup of tea is placed down delicately beside where you had been resting on top of your assignments. You snort and a shiver goes through you as consciousness slowly filters back in.

At least there are worst ways to wake than with Barbatos' soft smile to greet you.

"Thank you," he says.

"For what?" you ask. You're still trying to wake up, and one of your sticky notes frees itself from your face and floats back down to the table you were napping working at. Admittedly, the smell of Barbatos' tea is doing wonders.

"For seeing to the education of my Master and his Lords. It wouldn't do for the future King of Hell and his council to be so ignorant in regards to their human subjects."

No way.

"You set me up," you hiss.

A gloved hand comes down on top of your head, and you put up a small token effort of resistance for a moment but no one can truly hold out against such soft head scratches.

"Perhaps," Barbatos says, and you're immediately reminded of why you associate him with snakes. "But it was a learning experience of your own, was it not?"

Thanks for the ask, Anon! 💛 I hope you don't mind the mess that spawned from it...

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Little Brothers

Just a few little snapshots of Lucifer raising bitey baby Satan… there’s also a fight scene because yeah-

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Mentions of murder, also a few of the brothers have to fight off an angry Satan during his first transformation when he’s still a kid, he doesn’t get hurt but he is batted around a bit in self defence.

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Moonlight spilled into Lucifer’s new office, the fireplace bathed the room in a soft orange light as Lucifer read over document after document. A sigh escaped his lips as he stapled two pieces of paper together and shunted them off to the side, the repetition and lack of sleep was going to melt his brain at this rate.

His new life as a demon had gotten off to a rocky start to say the least. That little romp in the human world with the other fallen angels caused almost irreparable damage to the place. Not that the other demons cared very much, they found the whole thing positively hilarious. And why wouldn’t they? They got to watch the great Lucifer Morningstar act like them.

Anger bubbled in Lucifer’s gut, he gripped his pen tighter as he scowled down at the papers.

His new home life wasn’t much better. Lucifer thought bitterly. Levi had just been promoted to Vice Admiral and he was having difficulty getting his troops under control. Tsk, difficulty was putting it lightly. Now Lucifer and Mammon had to practically drag Levi to work every day.

Mammon was running himself ragged trying to keep everyone together, Lucifer had to thank him for that, but he couldn’t help but notice things beginning to go… missing. A pile of Grimm here and there, some minor valuables and decorations. Lucifer sighed through gritted teeth as the numbers and letters on the documents seemed to lift off the page and dance around his head. He didn’t want to believe that his little brother had already succumbed to his new sin, he really didn’t… but Lucifer couldn’t find any other reason for the suspicious amount of new spending money Mammon had acquired and subsequently lost.

Asmo had seemingly taken to being a demon like a fish to water, but his endless partying and stumbling into the house in the middle of the night completely drunk wasn’t helping anyone. But Lucifer knew full well that the new Avatar of Lust wasn’t coping as well as he wanted everyone to believe.

“They love me, Lucifer! They love me soooooo much!” Asmo had said one night as he stumbled in through the front door, his words being slurred from the night of drinking. “And I *hic* I love me too!”

“I know, Asmo, I know.” Lucifer had sighed, half dragging him off to his room.

“I loooove it down here!” Asmo looped an arm around Lucifer’s shoulders like they were taking a casual drunken stroll together. “Heeheee… father’s gonna be soooooo mad… so… so… mad…”

As quickly as Asmo had started to giggle, he had begun to cry, short choppy breaths began to wrack his smaller frame.

“H-he doesn’t lo-love me anymore… does he?”

Completely flabbergasted, Lucifer couldn’t find the words to respond as Asmo hugged his arm and snivelled.He looked up at Lucifer, tears running down either side of his face.

“Do… Do you still love me..?”

Of course Lucifer did, and he made sure to say it. Not that Asmo would remember that conversation in the morning.

Shaking his head and stomping the memory down, Lucifer returned to work, his pen gliding across the page.

Beel and Belphie were taking things the hardest.

Lucifer’s pen slipped from his gloved hand and rolled off the desk. He silently watched as it skittered across the study floor.

Beel hadn’t stopped eating. He’d cleared the kitchen more than five times that week alone. It’s all he seemed to do, lumber around the house like a ghost and just eat.

Belphie on the other hand, hadn’t stopped sleeping. He’d wake up for an hour at most each day only to eat. Lucifer glared at the pen lying on the ground. No, that wasn’t right. Belphie had been wide awake when they all trashed the human world.

The sounds of laughter and screams entwined together like some twisted melody as their rampage continued. Hour after bloody hour, the sounds never ceased. Except when Lucifer had finally got ahold of Belphie. Lucifer heard whispers.

“Your fault.” Belphie whispered to the bloodied streets in front of him, flames poured out of windows as the screams finally began to quiet. “All your fault.”

Lucifer blinked. There was no fire, no screams, just the sporadic cracking of the fireplace.

Life hadn’t treated his family well. That was for sure…

A sharp cry broke through the silence, on the left side of his desk, a small bassinet was placed, and a tiny hand reached out, peaking above its walls.

How could Lucifer forget? There was a new member of the family after all. Lucifer sighed and got up from his seat, picking the baby up out of the bassinet and collapsing back into his desk chair.

“AAAA!” The baby cried, hitting its chubby little fists against Lucifer’s chest.

“Tsk, what do you want, Wrath?” Lucifer muttered, watching the baby squirm angrily in his arms. “I fed you less than two hours ago.”

“AAWAA!” Wrath began to try and bite at Lucifer’s fingers, it was a great relief to the Avatar of Pride that the baby didn’t have any teeth yet, but if Wrath bit down hard enough, Lucifer could feel the edges of a few spiked teeth beginning to come in.

“You’re angry that you’re teething, aren’t you?” Lucifer asked, before immediately chastising himself for thinking the baby could properly respond. “I’d get you more toys to bite instead, if you stopped beheading them.”

Wrath didn’t reply, he just continued to munch on Lucifer’s gloves. Lucifer’s expression softened and he sat the baby on his lap as Wrath babbled to himself. At least the baby had remained consistent since he grew out of Lucifer’s torn up wings…

“Are you going to go back to sleep?”

Wrath looked up at Lucifer, icy blue eyes brimming with childlike wonder, and Lucifer couldn’t help but softly smile.

Until of course, Wrath wrapped his chubby little fists around Lucifer’s tie and yanked.

Gritting his teeth and unfastening the child’s hands, Lucifer shook his head. “You’re going to be a piece of work… aren’t you?”

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The baby now had a name and title. Satan, the Avatar of Wrath, and destroyer of Asmo’s sweaters.

After growing teeth, Satan had taken a liking to biting furniture and his brothers’ clothes. Mammon had tragically lost a pair of his favourite boots, and Lucifer was in the middle of attempting to unclamp Satan’s jaw from one of Asmo’s favourite cashmere sweaters.

“YOU LITTLE INGRATE!” Asmo screeched, trying to pull the sweater away from Satan without damaging it. “LUCIFER MAKE HIM STOP!”

“Can’t you see that I’m trying?!”

Satan growled and made a squeaking sound that could have been an attempt at a roar, but with a final tug from Lucifer, his jaw unlocked and sent the two tumbling backwards.

“My sweater…” Asmo snivelled, Lucifer sat up and looked at his little brother cradling the stupid pink sweater like it was his baby. “It has teeth marks in it… IT'S RUINED!”

“Asmodeus stop-”

Anything Lucifer was about to say stopped dead in its tracks as Satan began to slowly hoist himself up onto his feet. He wobbled slightly, sticking out his arms for balance, then slowly turned to Lucifer.

“Oosi!” Satan said as he took a shaky step forward. One foot after the other, Satan slowly made his way towards Lucifer’s outstretched arms. “Oosi!”

Lucifer chuckled softly as he lifted Satan off the floor, standing up and watching him begin to bite at his tie. By the end of the year, all of his good ties would be riddled with bite marks.

“Awwww!” Asmo cooed, his sweater a forgotten heap on his bed. “First steps! Satan’s first steps!”

Satan let out a shriek of delight, then went back to trying to bite holes into Lucifer’s tie.

The next few months would be spent chasing after Satan, as the little monster went from walking, to full on sprinting.

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“Lucifer!”

The demon in question looked up from his book in the library to see Satan bounding over to him, his jacket hanging off his shoulders in an all too familiar way. He’d grown up into quite the adorable child, Lucifer had to say. Round rosy cheeks, sparkly blue eyes, a thirst for knowledge (and blood), all cobbled together to create the bouncing ball of wrath that pestered Lucifer for story time.

“What are you reading?” Satan made it to the couch and climbed up to sit next to his older brother. “I wanna read.”

“I think this book might be a little too grown up for you, Satan.” Lucifer said, closing the massive book on Devildom History and placing it on the coffee table. “Is there anything you’d like to read instead?”

“Mmm…” Satan tapped his cheek, his face all scrunched up in intense thought, before he brightened and pointed at one of the shelves. “Bugs! I wanna read about bugs!”

“Alright then,” Lucifer got up from his spot on the couch and combed the shelves, looking for anything they might have on the insects of the Devildom. It seemed that Satan had found a new obsession.

A while ago Satan had become enamoured with learning all about boats, and after having Lucifer read him everything in the library about the topic, had practically begged Levi to take him out on one of the Navy’s ships. After multiple refusals (and bites from Satan), Levi finally agreed and took Satan on a spin around the ocean. When Satan fell overboard not once, but twice, the young Avatar of Wrath decided that boats weren’t for him.

“So,” Lucifer said as he began to pull a few books off the shelves. “What brought upon this new interest?”

“They make funny sounds!”

“Funny sounds?”

“Yeah! The bugs in the garden make funny sounds when I squish ’em!”

Lucifer blinked a few times, then sighed, an exasperated smile on his face. Those poor bugs. At least they wouldn’t be eating Lucifer’s Blood-Roses anymore.

As Lucifer and Satan settled into their reading, Satan listened in rapt attention as Lucifer pointed and explained what each bug was, and how much of a threat it posed to Lucifer’s poor, innocent flowers.

“I’ll protect your flowers.” Satan looked up at Lucifer and held out his pinky finger. “Promise!”

“That’s very nice of you, Satan.” Lucifer looped his pinky around Satan’s and went back to reading, before being interrupted again.

“Wassat?”

“What’s the proper way to say it, Satan?”

“What’s that?” Satan frowned and repeated, pointing at a picture of a massive beetle-like creature with dozens of eye-like designs over its wings and even it’s antenna. Even Lucifer had to admit, the beetle looked creepy.

“Ah,” Lucifer said, a barely concealed smile on his lips. “That’s a Diableetle. There are similar species in the human world, but not nearly as large. They’re known to camouflage themselves in almost all natural environments, and eat decaying plants.”

“Oh.” Satan tilted his head. “Does it eat anything… else?”

“Well, one other thing,” Lucifer looked away from the book and shifted his gaze to Satan. “Misbehaving little brothers. They’re notorious for eating those.”

Satan wrinkled his forehead and nodded, he shifted closer to Lucifer and rested his head on his arm. “I hope it doesn’t eat Mammon…”

Lucifer nearly barked out a laugh but managed to muscle through it. “Well, we can only hope we don’t come across one out in the wild.”

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A crash sounded from somewhere in the house, Lucifer sat upright in bed and threw the covers off him before marching out of his room. Avoiding sleep had become much easier in the passing years.

“I HATE YOU!”

Another crash, Lucifer winced and picked up his pace as he rushed down the stairs. Damn it, it sounded like Satan was throwing some kind of tantrum again…

As Lucifer finally reached the living room and looked inside, his eyes widened with shock.

Mammon was crouched a few metres behind Satan, his shaking hands raised in the air as he tried to talk down the young Avatar of Wrath.

“Satan, buddy, just calm down and we can talk this-”

“SHUT UP!” Satan almost roared, two tiny horns protruded from either side of his head, furniture splintered as his spiny green tail lashed around him. Lucifer felt his pure wrath pouring off of him in waves. Asmo, who was standing a few feet behind Mammon, was developing a tic in his eye, and a harsh redness began to creep up his neck as his face morphed into a scowl.

Dammit, Satan’s wrath was going to affect everyone in the house at this rate! Satan raked his tongue across his sharpened teeth and pointed an accusatory finger at the object of his ire, Belphegor. “I HATE HIM!”

Belphie, was fully in his true form, his tail thrashing around behind him, his catlike eyes narrowed at his brother. He scoffed and shook his head. “Good, because I hate you too. Who’d like a rage filled little replacement like you?”

With that, Satan lunged. His claws extending mid-leap until he slammed right into Beel, who had dove forward to protect Belphie.

Hissing and screeching like an animal, Satan clawed at Beel’s arms as the Avatar of Gluttony shifted into his own demon form and clenched his teeth. He closed a hand around one of Satan’s arms and tried to yank him off.

Beel must’ve clenched too hard as Satan let out a cry of pain.

“Satan… calm-”

Before anyone could react, Asmo snapped and flew across the room, snatching Satan away and kicking Beel hard in the stomach, which sent Beel stumbling backwards.

“Don’t you touch him…” Asmo snarled, Satan still kicking and screaming at him to be let go.

“All of you! Stop-” Lucifer was cut off by Belphie slamming into Asmo like a freight train, causing Asmo and Satan to go flying into one of the couches.

Satan took this opportunity to try and lunge for Belphie and Beel again, only for Levi’s tail to wrap around his torso and hold him back.

“You’re defending him, Asmo?! Defending him from your brother?!” Belphie growled, pointing an accusatory finger at Asmo, who bared his much sharper teeth. Blood trickled down onto the carpet from a slash in Asmo’s arm.

“Satan’s our brother too!” Lucifer heard the telltale click of Asmo’s claws unsheathing and Lucifer instinctively dove to hold him back. Asmo’s claws were venomous.

“Asmo! No!” Lucifer snarled as he held back his thrashing brother.

Asmo went still, then looked up at Lucifer with a sparkling smile, his eyes beginning to glow pink. “Lucifer, put me down.”

Shaking his head Lucifer growled back, his eyes flicked from Asmo to Belphie as the command filled his head.

Put him down put him down put him down put him down put him down put him down-

It echoed through his head over and over, but Lucifer held firm, he was a stronger demon than that.

“MAMMON DON’T JUST STAND THERE GRAB HIM!” Levi cried, Lucifer’s head snapped to the sound, taking his attention off Asmo, who stomped his heel down hard on Lucifer’s foot and broke free of his hold.

Satan was dragging his claws down Levi’s tail and Lucifer had to wince on his little brother’s behalf. The sight of the bloodied blue scales and exposed muscle was enough to make Lucifer ill, he could only imagine what Levi was feeling.

“Satan, you… you hafta calm down.” Mammon said through gritted teeth, the wrath was affecting him too…

“MAKE HIM STOP!”

After one final bite to his tail, Levi threw Satan directly into Mammon, who Satan quickly shoved away and sprinted to Asmo’s defence.

Mammon on the other hand, had vaulted upwards and had run over to Belphie in an attempt to get him away from Asmo. Balling up the back of his shirt and pulling him backwards had the nasty effect of giving Belphie the opportunity to give Mammon a hard slash to his face, which sent him staggering backwards.

Belphie was quickly pulled up off the ground by Beel, but the fight halted the moment Lucifer’s hand shot out and grabbed Satan’s tail. His gloves were nearly torn to ribbons within seconds, but using Satan’s distracted state, Lucifer was able to pull him up into an almost bear hug like hold.

Everyone stood still, catching their breath and waiting, even the green glow in Satan’s eyes were beginning to dull as his tiny chest heaved with every breath.

“So…” Lucifer shifted his weight and rested Satan on his hip. “What exactly happened?”

Mammon wrapped a bandage around Levi’s tail as everyone shifted uncomfortably on the splintered couches. Belphie was hunched forward and scowling off to the side, Beel awkwardly patted his twin’s shoulder.

“Now that we’re all calm.” Lucifer looked from brother to brother, all of them pointedly avoided his gaze. “One of you tell me what happened.”

Satan pointed at Belphie, a tired frown on his face. “Belphie’s mean.”

The demon in question rolled his eyes. “Damn right… we’re demons.”

“Belphie…” Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

He folded his arms across his chest and scowled, not at Satan, but at Lucifer. “That little shit thinks he can replace Lilith.”

Those words hit Lucifer like a hammer to the gut. He sat there, mouth slightly agape as the pain in his chest bloomed around his heart.

Mammon fumbled in bandaging Levi’s tail, eliciting a hiss of pain from the Avatar of Envy, Mammon turned to look at Belphie, his eyebrows knitting in concern. “B-Belph, c’mon, no one’s gonna replace Lilith.”

“Tsk,” Belphie leaned back in his seat. “I see how you treat him, you’ve all been fawning over him since he first ‘appeared’. It’s pathetic. Lilith was barely cold before you all replaced her…”

A few long seconds of silence, Beel piped up, his voice quiet and mournful. “We never replaced Lilith…”

Belphie gnawed on his lower lip and looked away from his twin, his eyes brimming with tears. “I know you didn’t…”

“Don’t kid yourself, Belphie.” Asmo muttered. “By your standards, Beel replaced Lilith too…”

“Hey! Nobody’s replacin’ Lilith!” Mammon snapped, standing up and pointing at each brother. “Satan ain’t Lilith, and Lilith wasn’t Satan. End of discussion. Satan’s just a little anklebiter, so of course he needs more attention.”

“Thank you, Mammon,” Lucifer gestures for him to sit down with a nod. “Now, Satan’s our brother, like it or not. We all miss Lilith, but we can’t change what happened.”

Belphie stiffened, then harshly nodded, his eyes flicking over to Satan, who let out a yawn and cuddled into Asmo’s side, Lucifer felt a smile grow on his lips. Maybe this family wasn’t so doomed after all.

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A rebellious phase, that’s what it had to be.

It had been at least a hundred years of back talk, whining, and pranks from his formerly decently behaved baby brother. Well, Satan was declared the fourth eldest despite the fact that every single one of his “younger brothers” had changed his diapers, but whatever. The Avatar of Wrath had mellowed out in some ways since toddlerhood, but had also somehow become even more of a menace.

To think, it all started with a cup of tea.

It was an average day, Lucifer and the rest of his brothers had been invited to tea with Diavolo, and right before they had left for the castle, Lucifer was nagging Satan about what he was wearing. Satan wasn’t exactly known for his stellar fashion sense, but the least he could do was wear something that didn’t make Lucifer’s eyes bleed. Satan’s face contorted into a nasty scowl for the briefest of moments, then shifted into a polite smile.

He did what he was told, and the next thing Lucifer knew, his teacup had exploded in his hands.

Satan let out a peal of laughter and actually had to leave the room to calm down. Let’s just say that Mammon had a friend to swing next to on the ceiling that night.

And it happened again, prank after prank, over and over again. Satan’s behaviour didn’t cease.

Lucifer flopped into his seat in his office with a huff, only for a sharp pain to shoot up from his butt. A thumb tack. Creative.

Damn it… Lucifer threw the thumbtack across the room and rolled his eyes. He took a look at the clock on the wall, 11:59 pm.

Lucifer limply raised his glass of Demonus as the seconds ticked down. Maybe the new year would fix Satan’s new attitude problem. Lucifer was positive this little phase wouldn’t last long. Positive.

May 1733 be the year where Satan goes back to normal!

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Author’s note

Satan did not in fact go back to normal in 1733. He has not been back to “normal” for the past 289 years. Rest assured… he might get better… maybe? I don’t know we should wait for canon to figure that out.

I don’t care what any headcanon states, but I believe that Lucifer was Satan’s main caretaker and Asmo and Mammon were his devoted little helpers.

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WHY DOES IT KEEP PLAYING THE CLOWN MUSIC WHEN I CLICK ON MAMMON ?:!:? 😭😭😭

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OBEY ME KIMONO EVENT SPOILERS!

After the Festival:

Lucifer: What am I going to do with you lot?

*The Pandas stare at Lucifer*

Lucifer: Want to be my new family?

The Pandas huddle around Lucifer's feet.

Lucifer: Fantastic, you all hardly talk so we'll be a perfect family!

MC: Lucifer, you're on kitchen duty, come help me make supper.

Lucifer: Ah Mc, care to meet the inhabitants of the new House of Lamentation?

The Pandas: Surrounding Lucifer*

Mc: I'll be taking my leave...

Satan: Ah Mc, meet the newest addition to the family.. this is TanTan, you remember him right?

Pandas and TanTan begin to wrestle*

Lucifer: Get your ragamuffin feline off of my brothers!

Satan: Get your stinky poopoo bears off TanTan!

Silence*

Satan: Why are the pandas wearing our clothes?

Lucifer: Satan, what do you mean by "your" clothes? They behave just like you lot!

Satan: No they don't!

Mammon Panda: Eats his glasses*

Satan: Nevermind.

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Hello again!! Could you do a headcanon with the obey me brothers (with GN!MC) who casually uses pet names??

I have no idea if you meant the obey me bros to use pet names or MC but imma do Mc calling that and if you meant the other way, HMU and I’ll make a second!! (I kinda want to anyway~~~~)

Obey Me Bro’s With MC Who Casually Uses Petnames

Lucifer

What to call him…? Daddy.

Nah but seriously you gonna call him babe or hon.

If it’s in front of his brothers? You’re definitely calling him baby.

He instantly focuses on you and will probably do anything you ask

“Babe where’s that one album I bought last year?”

He loves it.

Mammon

Goes red, brain implodes. He literally cannot compute.

“Honey baby pass your wallet.”

He’s red and mutters BS like “ugh it’s not like I like it when you call me that or anything…”

Loves it pt.2

The brothers tease him but he couldn’t care less when you look at him like that.

Leviathan

“Levi? Bunny baby? Honey? Boo? Pass the controller, muffin.”

He doesn’t answer. he’s in fake tears with his face burning at 100 degrees.

Can’t work out if he’s embarrassed or super happy

Envy? Nah everyone’s envying him right now.

Satan

Kitten? Hell yeah.

“Kitten where’d you put my library book after you finished?”

He’s calm and composed but…

Def loves it so much

Kisses your hand or fore head in response

Subtle hugs

:>

Asmodeus

the second you say baby or babe to him he’s adoring you

“Mi amor can you-”

Showers you in affection and love. Adoration

He definitely uses pet names for you too.

Beelzebub

He does a :] face that means he loves it

“Teddy Bear, what’s for lunch?”

Goes silent.

“Teddy? Beel baby?“

Probably doesn’t realise you’re talking to him but you definitely make his heart flutter

Belphegor

DEFINITELY RESPONDS WELL TO PETNAMES

Call him candy. Call him soulmate. CALL HIM WIFEY FFS

“Wifey can you-”

“Wifey?” Leviathan mocks.

Belphegor shoots him a look of disdain, sliding up to you and slipping his arm around your shoulders

“I think MC gave me a great nickname~”

“You’re a guy.” Beelzebub neutrally states.

Belphie tutts. “Doesn’t matter.” His eyes sparkle at yours. “I’ll be MC’s wife no matter what~”

I KNOW I GOT CARRIED AWAY ASF FROM BELPHIES I KNOW BUT WHATEVER.

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MC who keeps absentmindedly saying things that remind the brothers that they are mortal.

TW: Angst, Implications of death

"You can pry it from my cold dead hands"

"I'll be rolling in my grave"

"I'll be long gone by then"

The brothers hate it when MC uses morbid statements like that because it's a cruel reminder that their beloved MC is only meant to share such a small fraction of time with them.

There's an in-game chat message where Lucifer let's everyone know that in the future the house of lamentation will need renovations. Except this likely won't happen for another 200 years. Everyone starts brainstorming the ways they can spruce up their rooms before he informs them

But maybe Asmo or Satan ask what MC would like for their room and get a sobering answer

Asmo: I would love more closet space!!!

Asmo: And a larger bathroom!

Levi: A bigger tank for Henry! And more shelves for my Ruri chan figurines!!

Mammon: Ya already have a huge private bath Asmo whatdya need a bigger one for?!

Lucifer: No need to get ahead of yourself, renovations won't be begin for another 200 years.

Asmo: :'(((

Asmo: Oh MC darling, what do you want when we fix this place up?

MC: Oh I'll be long gone by then

Beel: Gone? Where are you going?

Mammon: ^^^

MC: I mean...humans don't live that long..

MC: So I'll definitely have passed on by then..

...

The brothers will look at their phones as your messages come in and feel an overwhelming wave of sadness weigh in their chests.

Lucifer

When he looks at the messages he stares at it for a bit too long. He's never been unaware of your mortality; he's always known that you were human and humans are mortal. But somehow it slipped from his mind that there will come a day when you won't be there any longer.

And it slipped his mind because when he's with you he thinks of the possibilities for the future. A bright shining one that fills him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. Of the times to be shared and an endless number of your bright smiles he can gaze upon. Except it's not endless is it? One day he'll see the last of your smiles, feel the last of your touch, hear the last of your voice.

And he'd move the three realms and all their stars to find a way to stay with you. But for now he can't bring himself to hope. He needs to be strong for his brothers and he needs to be strong in case the day of all your lasts together arrives and all his best efforts won't stop it.

He sniffs and places his phone face down on his desk, swallows a lump in his throat and picks his pen back up. But at dinner he holds your hand under the table and drinks in the fond smile that you give him, knowing that at least for now you have plenty more to give him.

Mammon

His vision has clouded with tears before he's even finished reading your texts. He starts typing and hesitates before deleting it, jumping up and moving to the door. A text isn't enough right now for him anyways.

He just needs to see you, wants to be in your presence and tell you how much he loves you.

"Oi what's the big idea?!" Or he would if he could manage to spit it out.

But when you look at him he knows that somehow you know. You know how he feels and what he means. Because you love and understand and appreciate him in ways that he can't even comprehend and it makes him want to cry even more because how could he ever survive if that was taken from him.

"Oh Mams.."

You pull his trembling form into a hug and he lets out a whimper. He buries his face into your neck and pulls you tight against him.

"Y-You're ma human and I'm your first man and that means something! So don't cha plan on ditching me ok!?"

Levi

He's in the middle of decorating your joint Devil Crossing world when he sees your reply. His eyes trail to the little figure you've made of yourself outside of the house your characters call home. For you to not be there anymore... it would all feel so pointless.

You're his Henry. The two of you are supposed to stand beside each other through everything. Henry didnt leave the Lord of Shadows behind. So don't go where he can't follow. There's so much more to be together for.

Levi bites at his nails before shooting you a quick message privately. He hopes you'll say yes and that you'll continue to make the time for someone like him.

Levi: Do you want to come over and watch the newest episode of That Time I Fell in Love with a Human but I'm an Immortal Otaku?

MC: On my way!!! (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ

So please MC, just stay a couple more minutes with him. One more episode, one more raid, one more level. And then maybe time will be permissive enough to let you do all the one mores with him.

Satan

In denial. Scoffs and tosses his phone to the side as he returns to his book. But his leg keeps bouncing and his eyes dart back to the spot he threw the device. Of course you'd be there. He gets up with a huff and begins to tear through his personal collection. Books and knowledge haven't failed him yet and he doesn't plan on letting it start now. So he'll pour over every book and grimoire and dusty old scroll in the library and the RAD archives until he finds what he needs to keep you here with him.

He does that instead of thinking about what losing you would steal from him. How it would throw him into turmoil. As if he was born again, but this time from his own pain, lost and angry and missing a crucial piece of himself that would die with you.

But now he sits with you curled up in his lap, his cheek pressed against your forehead, and a hand running through your hair. He feels the steady thrum of your heartbeat since you've dozed off and feels content. In his other hand there's an old tome of obscure life magic. He's taken a break from his reading for now to bask in your presence.

Because time with you, no matter how much or how little, is meant to be treasured.

Asmo

You've barely finished typing the words out before you're getting a phone call from Asmo.

"Don't say such things, don't you know how awful that is?? Do you know the state I'm in right now?? My skin is going to be awful for days since you've decide to think such wretched thoughts! Oh darling, I can't take it.."

His voice is high and wobbly. You're sitting on your bed and can hear the quick pounding of steps towards your room over the sound flooding out from your D.D.D. Before you know it your door has flung open and you're hearing double. Asmo is standing before you, phone in hand, with tears sliding down his now blotchy red face. He wastes no time flinging himself into your lap and clinging onto your frame.

"Don't be so cruel and leave me MC, I love you too much, I couldn't bear it. Who else is supposed to love me like you do? And I still have so much love to give you, more than just one lifetime's worth."

"Asmo.." you coo at him.

"We'll talk to Solomon and figure something out MC, I mean it. I won't say goodbye to you."

Beel

It's hard to protect someone from the passage of time isn't it? He's the family defender but what is he supposed to do against this?

You're one of the few things to soothe the ache inside him. Your presence makes him feel full. Your kindness makes him feel light.

A nightmare wakes him up that night, not of Lilith like usual. But one of you, walking away from him while he's stuck still. You begin to crumble away as you move until you're just dust in the wind, slipping through his fingers. He wakes up feeling like a void.

Normally the hole he feels from his appetite is contained within him. This void feels like it's swallowing him whole instead. A large gaping maw waiting for the last seconds of your hourglass to flow out before snapping shut and breaking him in it's teeth. Before he knows it he finds himself knocking on your door. And when you see his face you usher him in and ask what's wrong.

"Can I fall asleep with you tonight?" He asks

And of course he can. He lies on his back and lays you onto his chest. He wraps his arms around you in a snug embrace and feels the warmth of your presence fill him. When he's with you like this he feels strong enough to keep anything at bay.

Belphie

Of all the brothers Belphie is the most painfully aware of your mortality. How could he not when he's felt just how easy it was to snuff the life from you. He's never apologized for that, not out loud at least. And part of that is because he knows he'd choke and sob on the words now. Because it makes it all too real that your magnificence is capable of being destroyed, and that there are avenues both of the future and of the past in which your light will have left him for good. And that is unspeakable to him.

"Don't you normally take a nap in the attic around this time, Belphie?" You say to him softly as he wanders into the living room where you are. It's only been a few hours since you had text in the chat.

"Couldn't get comfortable there today. I guess you'll have to do." He replies with a yawn.

He places his head on your lap as you study and buries his face into your stomach. His arms wrap around your waist and you're reminded of the sweet clinginess of a child. You run your fingers through his hair.

A tear sneaks out of his eye and he brings a fist up to rub it away quickly before you can notice. Then he nuzzles back into you, arms a little more snug around you. He doesn't plan on letting go of you anytime soon.

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Ah, thank you for the reply. ^^ I understand. (Spoilers up til lesson 16 I think?)

I was thinking about all the times the brothers had hurt MC in the beginning, and I kind of was like "What if Solomon casted a spell so the brothers would see through MC's eyes, feel their emotions at that moment of when they threatened/attacked MC?" Beel's rage over the custard, Belphie's attack, Levi in the quiz contest, possibly Satan if I recall correctly and the several incidents with Lucifer. Sometimes I feel like they pretend it never happened, which makes me super salty.

Brothers Experience MC’s Worst Memories of Them

A/N: this is a super interesting request! Obviously it was toughest for Mammon and Asmo, our two 'least murder' boys, but I tried to give them something too. I hope you enjoy it!

Content warning: spoilers for like… all of season 1. Mentions of violence, blood, and death.

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Solomon hummed as he stirred the pot - a potion, thankfully, and not any attempt at a meal. You’d decided to observe him to see if you could figure out if there was any fundamental flaw to his cooking techniques that would explain... everything.

“So, what is this again?” you asked.

“Something Diavolo asked me to whip up,” he said as he poured something lime green into the mixture. “Humans and demons often have different perspectives, so it’s supposed to help bridge that gap. Give a demon a more human experience. Actually, I wanted to ask you a favour.”

“Hm?”

“Since my experiences as a human aren’t exactly... typical... I was hoping I could borrow a hair?”

You shrugged and allowed it, perhaps a bit too used to Solomon’s strange requests.

It was only later, when your demons collapsed to the floor and trembled after being volunteered as guinea pigs, that Solomon realised his error.

“Diavolo requested something that would share human experiences of fear and pain, too...” he murmured, scanning over his notes, trying to figure out the cause. “I might have made it a bit too strong.”

“What exactly are they experiencing?” you snapped, placing Belphie’s pillow under his head as he whimpered. You tended to the brothers as best you could, but they didn’t wake.

“Your worst memories. Specifically, when it comes to them.”

Mammon

Mammon looked into his own eyes with confusion.

He recognised the setting instantly - your room.

What did Solomon’s stupid potion do?

He looked around and saw pizza on the floor, Beel shutting the door behind him, and your laptop paused on an episode of TSL.

Finally he looked at himself - or rather, yourself.

...What the hell did Solomon’s stupid potion do?

Your wrist was loosely wrapped in a bandage and his other self, his past self, muttered curses as he wound it tighter.

Fuck, what was this giddy feeling? He wasn’t Asmo, Mammon didn’t get off to himself that kinda way.

Was this... was this your emotion?

Giddy, bubbly, like the beginnings of a...

Mammon had felt like this back then, too. He hadn't thought that you might actually-

“...Listen. The next time your life’s in danger, I’m gonna be the one to save you, alright?”

The feeling soared - a rush of affection that left Mammon’s head floating, and while he didn’t remember you smiling like an idiot during this moment he certainly felt like he was.

Mammon was gonna need more of this potion. Seeing himself through your eyes, feeling like this, Mammon just... He could really believe he had a chance.

Better than a chance. Mammon was gonna get you alone as soon as he woke up.

“...And if I can’t manage to save ya, then make sure you die, got it?!”

The feeling faltered, sputtered, and Mammon tried to chase it. Tried to get it back, tried to fill up a chest suddenly feeling hollow, a raw and painful disappointment digging its claws in.

“It’s me or no one, understand?”

You questioned why in a voice that sounded a lot smaller in your own ears than what he’d heard and he snapped that it was his job, and Mammon... Mammon hadn’t meant to sound so harsh back then, Mammon hadn’t meant to say it so loudly.

That was the clearest memory.

Mammon slipped into others - different times, different places, the only thing consistent was him, his stupid mouth, and the heavy feeling in your chest.

So many moments Mammon hadn’t thought twice about. So many times he’d tried to dodge the truth. So much wasted potential, your happiness constantly stolen from you by his stupid mouth.

Mammon hadn’t meant to. He always just... He got embarrassed by that sorta stuff, and he’d never thought that you might like him back. Not that way.

Mammon didn’t want to fuck up the one good thing that’d happened to him in centuries. The one person other than his brothers he could get close to. So he’d tried not to change things.

As the memories went on, the they’re just a puny humans and the how’d I get stuck on babysitting duty’s went on, the pain in his, in your, chest stayed the same. But Mammon felt less and less of the feeling before it, the care, the way you looked into his eyes and your heart fluttered.

Was it because the flashes of memory were getting faster, lingering less on each one?

Or was it because that feeling was fading away?

Mammon couldn’t tell the difference between his pain and yours.

You deserved, fuck, you deserved so much better than a demon who couldn’t be honest with you, than a demon who hurt you like this, you deserved better than Mammon.

Mammon woke up with tears blurring his vision.

You called his name and when he met your eyes all he could see was the pain he’d caused you, the heartache, the slow washing away of your hope.

“I love ya.”

“Mammon, what-”

“I love ya, I love you, I do,” Mammon babbled, reaching out for you and collapsing into your arms when you offered them to him, still, despite everything.

“I love you, MC, I always have, I’m an idiot, I’m sorry, please believe me…”

Mammon didn’t care about Solomon and Simeon watching this scene with wide eyes.

All that mattered was that you knew the truth.

Mammon would never deny you that again.

Levi

This might actually be Levi’s worst nightmare come to life.

Suddenly, he's seeing himself through your eyes. Worse, he can feel what you feel.

Worse worse, it's during the TSL quiz. Before all the gaming nights, and the anime marathons, and the conventions, and the concerts, and-

Levi was stuck for a moment, unsure whose feelings were whose - if the panic, disgust, and embarrassment he felt were his or yours.

But your feelings felt foreign. Softer, kinder.

You weren't annoyed by his long-winded answers.

You weren't grossed out by his otaku ramblings.

You were surprised, almost... impressed?

Levi's self-esteem rose to levels it hadn't seen since he'd been a general in the Celestial Realm.

You also felt a little guilty... Was it because your questions were way easier? Levi wouldn't hold that against you, you were just a TSL initiate right now!

Levi only wished he'd gotten close to you sooner. He would do anything to have seen your face the first time you'd watched the TSL movies! How come stupid Mammon and Beel got to! Levi would've appreciated it more!

Oh, it would’ve been amazing! Levi would make sure that you weren’t interrupted by any of his brothers, of course you would watch the extended editions. You’d be so absorbed with the movies, Levi could look at you without worrying!

And maybe you'd be so focused he could feed you some popcorn and-

No! Too high level!

Levi was so lost in his fantasy he almost missed you pulling out your secret weapon.

Ah, right.

“I won’t stand for this!”

Levi had let his envy get out of hand.

“All you did was stay up late one night marathoning the DVDs!”

You hadn’t disliked him before you made the pact, or at least you hadn’t hated him…

“The idea that someone like YOU could actually be a bigger TSL fan than me, it’s…”

Past Levi was going to change that now.

Mammon called for him - weird, Levi didn’t remember that.

Your heart hammered in your chest, the sudden appearance of Levi’s horns and tail sending adrenaline running through you.

“No… no, I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!”

You cried out for Mammon, stumbled, fell backwards as Levi ran at you.

You hit the floor all wrong. Sharp pain made you and Levi hiss, your wrist collapsing under your weight.

The pain and fear left you shaking on the floor with a demon towering over you.

Ha. Even a pathetic shut-in like Levi could look scary to a fragile human…

Lucifer intervened but your eyes never left Levi. Fear pulsed through you, tears blurred your vision… it had all happened so fast, Levi felt dizzy. Or was that from you, too?

Humans were so delicate, even Levi had known that, so why did he...

Levi was left dazed. It took you calling his name several times before he realised he was awake.

He opened his mouth, ready to let his usual self-loathing comments slip out - how he was a gross otaku, worthless scum not worth your time, an awful demon who didn't deserve a pact with you - but only a choked off whimper came out, so he hid his face in his hands instead.

Fingers brushed against his hair and Levi tried to make himself smaller, half-expecting pain to follow. It was only what he did to you

You weren't like that though. The touch stayed gentle and Levi shook underneath it.

Was it okay for him to be happy with this, even if he didn't deserve it?

Beel

Beel hadn’t been listening, so it was a shock to suddenly be thrust into a body that was much... smaller.

He hadn’t had to look up at Mammon this much since he was a child! And why was he in the kitchen at the House of Lamentation? Wasn’t he just at the Demon Lord’s Castle? Why was Mammon whispering and creeping about? Why did Mammon call him MC- oh.

Looking down at himself he saw your hands, but lacking some of the marks and scars you’d earned in your time in the Devildom.

More importantly, where your shirt rode up, Beel could see your stomach - and a distinct lack of his pact mark.

Despite starting to put the pieces together, the sight still panicked Beel - he tried to reach out for your bond and only calmed down when he felt it, reassured your connection was still there.

In fact, it was stronger than ever.

He could feel your fatigue, almost like how he felt Belphie. He could feel your annoyance at Mammon, tempered by affection.

And then, Beel tasted - tasted delicious custard, his favourite flavour bursting across your tongue.

Delicious, but… did that mean…?

Beel - you - froze when Beelzebub walked in.

Beel knew he was tall, knew others had to crane their necks to look up at him, but he’d never truly appreciated what that meant until now. In your body, feeling your heart rate pick up and your adrenaline spike as the other Beel towered over you with a dangerous expression.

“Did you actually eat my custard? Answer me, Mammon!”

His voice boomed in your fragile human ears. Was Beel always this loud? Was he always this intimidating?

You’d always treated him so gently. Beel loved that about you, loved how he felt like something precious in your arms.

Beel could barely hear Mammon’s stuttered explanations over the sound of your heartbeat. Beel knew people got scared of him. He was big, his face didn’t show much expression, and everyone thought he was one empty stomach away from making them his next meal.

You’d seen past that, you’d gotten to know him; Beel, not the dumb jock or the Avatar of Gluttony, but Beel, the sixth-born, the protector.

Beel felt bad about how he’d treated you at first but he hadn’t realised… he didn’t think about…

You were a fragile human and the Avatar of Gluttony was in your face, crowding over you, stomach rumbling and teeth showing.

Beel hadn't realised how badly he'd frightened you.

You closed your eyes and Beel could tell from your senses that you were on the ground - you weren’t hurt, he hadn’t pushed you, you were just staying low and out of the way as kitchen appliances and dishes crashed and broke.

Beel felt arms around him - around you. Mammon, Mammon there to calm you down and keep you safe.

At the time, Beel had been angry with his brother. Now he wanted to thank Mammon. Mammon had protected you before Beel had even thought to.

A final, overwhelming bang filled the air, the sound of something collapsing in, and Beel knew the wall of your room was gone.

The last thing he felt was a sob choking its way out of your throat.

Beel woke up to your hands running through his hair, looking down at him with gentle eyes - a stark contrast to the position he’d just experienced.

Beel put his hand over yours and squeezed.

“I’m sorry.”

You sighed and shifted his head onto your lap, leaning over to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“I know, Beel, I know.”

Asmo

In truth, Asmo was a little excited!

Naturally he noticed he was in your body right away - Asmo had made it his mission to memorise all the details of whatever you would show him, and he was quite familiar with your hands.

It took him a little longer to identify the time - you were in the Demon Lord's Castle, and he could see himself and Simeon. Your eyes were on him - of course! - and he was posing, but not for you.

For a... oh, he remembered that statue!

This was the retreat!

You were watching him with amusement, a bit of affection (he'd like a bit more, but this was still early days, he'd forgive you) and... annoyance?

What?

The argument with Satan and the others happened, the other Asmo stormed off, and you followed after. Asmo got a rare view of his back from another's perspective, but he was much more concerned with the emotions he could feel through you.

Nervousness, he could understand - after all, you were clearly looking for a private conversation with him!

But why anger? He'd just been having some fun...

And why fear?

Asmo considered it as you began your conversation with the past him. He knew now that this had been for Belphie, so maybe you feared for his sake? The thought still weighed on him a bit, but Asmo knew your intentions were nothing but good.

If anything, it was kind of sweet how far you were willing to go for his family...

Asmo's attention was drawn back to the present - the past - by a bolt of fear.

Your body was now pressed up against a cool pillar, the sudden change in temperature forcing a shiver down your spine.

The past Asmo was leaning over you and... Asmo was confused. His face was as flawless as ever, his hair was perfectly curled, and yet...

...What was with his expression?

"I was trying to charm you. You know, like I did with down in the labyrinth. You saw how I tamed Levi's old pet snake, right?"

Asmo could hear a hint of frustration in past him's tone that made you squirm. He couldn't blame you. Normally he'd be happy to be so close to another person, but Asmo was suddenly very, very aware of how fragile you were.

"You're just a human. Yet, for some weird reason, it seems like my power doesn't work on you."

Asmo tried to argue with his past self. You weren't just a human, you were his darling MC! Unfortunately, your lips seemed sealed shut.

"Even so, if you think you can control me, well you've got another thing coming!"

Asmo knew he could be mean. Obviously! He was a demon, after all! Still, he didn't... he hadn't thought about you that way in so long, he'd forgotten you weren't always so close.

Your voice, which had sounded fine from Asmo's memory, trembled in your own ears. Maybe he just hadn't been paying enough attention to you in the past?

"Me? Make a pact with you? Hahaha!"

Asmo's tone was cutting, mocking, searching for any crack in the bravery it took for you to follow a demon off to some unknown part of the castle.

Your confidence wilted as he continued to mock you, the current Asmo trying to process what was happening.

How could he ever have treated you so thoughtlessly?

How could he ever have missed how precious you were?

How did you feel about him now?

Asmo woke with his eyes already searching for you, throwing himself towards you as soon as he heard your voice.

Asmo showered you in compliments even as you tried to calm him down, desperation creeping into his tone.

He was wrong, MC! Asmo would never tear you down like that again!

Please don’t hate him!

Satan

Satan had always regretted his actions on the day he asked you to make a pact with him.

At the time, he hadn’t considered your feelings at all. His thoughts were centred on annoying Lucifer, and you were a convenient means to that. And when you, a mere human, refused him, the fourth born, the Avatar of Wrath…

Satan knew he was wrong. His wrath had flared up with you as the target. But you had forgiven him, helped him, and as time passed and your relationship continued to blossom, Satan could almost forget how your relationship started.

At first, experiencing it through your eyes was alright.

Satan felt your sympathy for him when he spoke about his origins - your emotions flowed through him as strongly as his own, and it jarred him to look into his own eyes and feel the overwhelming urge to reach out.

The depth of your emotion, your kindness to him when he had admitted to wanting to use you… Satan let himself feel it all, hoping this experience could help him understand you.

He watched himself speak, the offer of a pact on his tongue, and even while he felt your confusion he cringed at his past self.

You were infinitely more than just a tool to use against Lucifer. He had to have been blind not to see it at the time.

Satan breathed in your determination, your hope, your love as you rejected his offer of a pact. He knew the worst was still to come but he just couldn’t help and enjoy understanding this part of you.

Truly, you were a remarkable human.

And then…

Satan watched his anger mount. Fear was not something he was totally unused to, but it was different, in a human.

He felt how fast your heart rate picked up, the foreign urge to run sending signals to his legs he couldn’t follow, trapped in your body.

“But I will make you suffer if you cross me, and it will be much more cruel and much less humane than anything my brothers would ever do.”

Satan had said all that… with such a smile upon his face?

How could he have ever, ever threatened you so calmly? If any demon spoke to you like that now, Satan would tear them apart.

“I’ll slice of your nose and ears, rip off your arms and legs, and feed you to the lower-level demons!”

No no no, he wouldn’t, he would never!

Your fear raced through him and Satan didn’t know how to process it.

Never in his life had he felt so helpless. Helpless against the demon before him. As the intensity of your fear increased Satan struggled to remain an observer, barely recognising himself as the past Satan approached you.

Satan’s back was against the wall, the Avatar of Wrath looming over him, and he couldn’t calm his breathing down. If things kept going like this, he would- you would- Satan needed to get you away from here, away from those bright green eyes and snarling mouth, but your legs wouldn’t move.

“Listen well, human, if you dare say you won’t make a pact with me again, you’ll pay for it with your…”

His heart beat out of your chest, his breathing sped up, and Satan couldn’t find where his fears began and yours ended.

Satan understood now. All this time, he’d been competing for your affection.

But he’d destroyed any chance he had before he’d even gotten off the starting block, hadn’t he?

How could you ever forget this? This desire to run, to get away - his whole being thrummed with it.

His more demonic instincts insisted he deal with the threat before him. The blond, green eyed demon that threatened you, the monster out of your nightmares.

The sheer relief upon Lucifer’s arrival made Satan unsteady. In trying to hurt Lucifer, Satan had set him up to play the hero for you.

At least you were out of danger. The Satan from the past backed away with a huff and a sneer.

Satan knew what came next - the book, the body swap, your quiet understanding and encouragement.

How much of that affection was real? How much was masking your fear?

When Satan came back to himself, to the present, to his brothers, some recovering, some still caught in the spell-

Satan met your eyes and he tried to back away, but his legs still trembled from fear and he stumbled, inelegantly falling back and landing hard against a table.

Apology after apology spilled from his lips, Mammon and Asmo both looking at Satan with understanding but what did they know? They’d never almost killed you.

Satan squeezed his eyes shut when you reach out, not sure what he expected. His heartbeat still pounding in his ear screamed a hit, a hit, but Satan knew you wouldn’t.

He breathed out when you caressed his cheek, the other hand drawing him closer to you.

Satan trembled in your grip, but held you tight. He would do anything to make sure you never felt that fear again, from him or from anyone else.

Lucifer

Lucifer was quick to understand the situation - and quick to swear revenge on Solomon.

Lucifer wondered what memory it would be, though.

Almost certainly his confrontation with you, Beel, and Luke, a source of shame he’d rather not return to.

However, Lucifer could manage that. Diavolo had intervened before anyone had been harmed.

If not that, then surely the dance? He’d actually hurt you in that instance - though you were certainly intelligent enough to know he wouldn’t try anything serious so publicly.

Lucifer wasn’t expecting to be in the library.

Lucifer couldn't follow along with the conversation.

Lucifer tried to remember anything like this happening.

“You went up those stairs, didn’t you? You knew you weren’t allowed to, but you did it anyway? You went up there and… and you met Belphegor?”

This hadn’t happened. Was this a nightmare of yours? Lucifer discovering you had met with Belphie before… before that time?

“Do you really find it so amusing to poke your nose into our business at every opportunity? Do you enjoy stirring up trouble that much?”

His demon form spread its wings.

Lucifer had experienced every imaginable emotion in his long life.

From a human, though, those feelings were intensified.

You were truly helpless against him without the pact - and your racing heart, your quick breathing, the lump blocking his throat were all foreign to him.

This felt real, but how? How could this have happened?

“You, a mere human? YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT!”

Power pulsed from this nightmarish version of himself, pain lighting up your nerves just from your proximity.

Lucifer grit his teeth - or you grit yours - and tried to back away, muscles locking and working against you.

A cold feeling spread across your body. You truly believed you would die here.

Damn it, this wasn’t a dream.

But it wasn’t him.

The other timeline.

Lucifer shared your feeling of relief when his brothers intervened, Mammon putting himself between you and Avatar of Pride.

Lucifer had hoped this would calm the other him down but it didn't, your relief giving way when you see that Lucifer seemed to barely acknowledge Mammon or Asmo.

And then Beel, Beel who’d overheard the conversation, Beel furious at what Lucifer had done, Beel who got between you and Lucifer and demanded answers that Lucifer would never have been willing to give.

Your heart dropped as Beel was sent across the library, crashing into bookshelves and splintering wood.

Lucifer heard his brothers cry out. Beel’s groan of pain, Levi’s concern, Asmo’s protest.

It was you who checked on Beel, knelt beside him and turned his head towards you and wiped splinters from his face.

This, at least, was unfortunately familiar to Lucifer.

Why did you have to defend his family from him?

“QUIET!”

Your gaze once more fell on Lucifer. Fear and determination ran through you in equal measure. Was this what you felt in Lilith’s tomb? Was this what you felt when you went up to the attic despite his threats? When he crushed your hand in that dance?

Mammon, Asmo, and Levi stood between that Lucifer and the two of you. Satan moved to flank.

Even through his fear and yours, Lucifer could feel proud of his brothers, of you. Looking out for each other, protecting each other, even if it had to be from him.

“All of you get out of here right this-”

Lucifer woke as the library door opened.

Despite no longer being in your body, Lucifer’s breathing was still too fast - he forced himself to calm down, only taking in his surroundings when he was certain he was back in control.

His brothers were mostly conscious, but exhausted. You tended to Satan. Solomon was bothering Mammon.

You called out to him when you noticed he was awake, and Lucifer opened his mouth but found himself unsure what to say.

You only gave a soft smile of understanding.

Lucifer winced - you must be well aware of what he’d just seen and almost certainly didn’t want to discuss it.

Lucifer had hoped you could feel safe with him, safe in his home and confident that he would protect you.

There were so many possible options for your worst memories of him. So many times he’d threatened to kill you and almost seriously injured you and he had truly hoped you could feel safe with him.

Lucifer ran a hand through his hair, resigned. At least you could rely on his brothers.

A pressure on his shoulder had him focused on you again, his hand rising to meet yours on instinct.

There were no words, only your soft smile. Reassuring him that you saw past the monster he was.

Belphie

No.

No.

No no no no no no no no

Belphie knew what was coming.

As soon as he realised where he was - in your body, opening the attic door for the first time - he knew what was going to happen.

This didn’t make sense. You shouldn’t remember this. This happened to the other you, the one that disappeared in Mammon’s arms.

Please, please tell me this is a dream.

Belphie could feel your adrenaline, your confusion, but also your hope. He couldn’t read your thoughts right now, but he could feel the way your heart leapt as the door opened easily in your grasp. Could feel your lips open in a smile as you approached him.

Just run. Just leave me there and run. Lock the door behind you. Get Lucifer. Anything. Anything but this please.

Belphie watched as his own eyes fluttered open and met yours, drowsiness fading to confusion moving to alertness as his past self took in the sight of you.

Please no. This wasn’t right. You shouldn’t even remember this, wasn’t it the other MC? No, no please don’t remember this.

Belphie watched himself smile and laugh as he realised he’d been freed. You smiled too, but Belphie could feel the seed of doubt in the pit of your stomach. It was the only thing that matched what Belphie was feeling now - sick.

“Now I can finally achieve what I set out to do.”

Belphie tried everything he could. Every trick he’d learned to change a bad dream, every way he could think of to get himself to wake up. He tried focusing on the feeling of your body and taking control, tried to make you run away.

Instead, you opened your arms to the wretched demon in front of you.

For a moment, Belphie hoped. Hoped that despite all the similarities this was just a bad dream of yours, that you didn’t really remember experiencing his greatest sin.

But the pain quickly dashed any hope of this being a human’s nightmare.

“You’re so stupid that I can’t help but laugh. Don’t blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.”

Don’t talk to MC like that, you bastard. You… how could I…

Belphie couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe. Belphie felt your lungs burn, your breaths choked away, your heart desperately trying to pump oxygen through your body.

“If you die, the exchange program will be ruined, and Diavolo’s reputation will be in tatters.”

Who cares! You were more important than some stupid grudge!

Belphie could feel, along with your physical pain, the betrayal that brought tears to your eyes - or was that the lack of oxygen?

Under the betrayal though, was disappointment.

Belphie had pieced together parts of the story before now, but disappointment meant-

They knew I hated humans. They knew I might lash out. Maybe they didn’t know I would do this, but they still knew I was dangerous.

Belphie wasn’t sure if the pain he was feeling in his heart was yours or his.

They helped me even though they knew I couldn’t be trusted.

“I have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this… why, it’s so much fun that I can barely stand it! I… I can’t contain my laughter!”

Your vision was getting fuzzy, but Belphie could see what you saw. A monster. A cruel, hateful demon. Your murderer, in all his disgusting detail.

Your body shook with Belphie’s laughter, sending jolts of pain everywhere. Your bruised ribs, your crushed throat, your head that felt like it might burst.

Belphie felt the tug of sleep, but it wasn’t like he was used to.

There wasn’t any peace. Just a pain in your head, a fuzziness over everything.

The other Belphie’s laughter faded. Your body started going numb.

Please, please no, don’t die, please no no no, he didn’t want to feel you die, you deserved better than this.

Belphie felt your senses fade one by one. He felt your heart stutter, stutter, stop. Your lungs finally gave up on the breaths that weren’t getting through.

Please please please he’s sorry, he was so so stupid, he knew better, please, please don’t leave him-

A voice called out - barely heard, achingly familiar, a glimpse of a figure surrounded by light-

Belphie woke up to a familiar pillow - your lap.

Belphie scrambled back, head smacking against a table leg - you reached out but all Belphie could see was hands reaching for his neck and he whined, phantom pain lancing through his throat.

From around the room, his brothers looked on. Belphie couldn’t bear to meet their eyes. His bond with Beel spoke of empathy. Belphie didn’t think the rest of his brothers would be so generous.

Instead of reaching for him again, you rested a hand on his calf, gently rubbing circles with your thumb. You spoke to him slowly, soothingly, like he was a scared child and not your murderer.

Belphie wanted to hug you, but… but no, no he couldn’t.

So instead he reached back and gripped onto your sleeve, sobbing, apologies barely intelligible, not caring how pathetic he looked.

Belphie sobbed until you directed Beel to pick him up.

It wasn’t right. How could you try to take care of him? He should be kept as far away from you as possible. How can you look at him? Did you somehow forget?

Did you really forgive him?

From Beel’s arms, he can hear you tearing one into Solomon.

Belphie doesn’t understand you at all.

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part 1 of me making obey me crused images because I was bored :)

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Child!MC in the Devildom (gn) fluff :)

*I haven't written in a long time, so don't expect too much*

I've been seeing a lot of Child!MC HC lately and wanted to share my own take on how they would be treated by the Brothers and Undatables!

Mc was adopted by Solomon when they were only 3 years old (they are around 9 now,) no one really knows why or exactly HOW Solomon got hold of a human child, much less what happened to their birth-parents, but ever since then MC has been living with him and came to see him as their big brother, and since Solomon has to make regular visits to the Devildom due to his pacts, it was only a matter of time until he would bring MC with him. Needless to say everyone was a bit startled when one day a pair of doe-like eyes peaked out from under Solomons cape once he arrived.

Lucifer:

At first, the eldest was absolutely aggravated that Solomon dared to bring an unannounced visitor to the Devildom, much less A CHILD

he never thought highly of the wizard, but now he seriously overstepped a boundary

As he was making his was over to Solomon to lecture him, Demon-form already manifesting, the MC stepped out from behind Solomon and stood in Lucifers way, puffing out their chest and spreading their tiny arms.

Even though he would never admit it, Lucifer was impressed by their courage and a little intrigued to what more there was to this human child

It doesn't take long for him to warm up to them, as they are, compared to his brothers, an absolute delight to be around

It strokes his already gigantic ego to know that they respect him as an authority figure, which surprised him at first concidering who their legal guardian is

He doesn't have a lot of free time to spend with them, but he makes sure to buy them small gifts every time he sees them as their smile manages to melt even his cold heart

It is only after the MC returns to the human world that he notices how much he misses hearing their laughter around the house and he finds it hard to focus on his paper work

Mammon:

Not the biggest fan of them at first

He just doesn't see the appeal; Children are loud, bratty and have no common sense (even though at least 2 of those seem to apply to him as well)

He pretty much tries to avoid them, he's got better things to do!

But once he sees how easily they get what they want, even from people like Lucifer and Diavolo, he's hooked

From this moment on they become his partner in crime. He set up so many scams and business ideas involving the MC and both regularly get in trouble for it.

It gets to a point where he actively seeks them out to help him with his business (and maybe a little bit because he enjoys spending time with them)

The two of them mess around a lot

Mammon would be lying if he said he didn't tear up a little when the MC called him "the coolest older brother"

Probably the one that cried the most once they left

Keeps the "contract" the MC wrote for their little business, signed with hearts and their name written in colored pencils next to it, on his nightstand to remember them

Leviathan:

He absolutely does not want anything to do with them

Their grubby little hands would RUIN his figurines and he has no intention of spending time with them at first

But since he and Solomon are rather good friends, the MC would occasionally join them in his room

It was only when Levi noticed them admiring his TSL figurines that he even talked to them

When the MC told him that they had watched the show with Solomon he was more than keen to share his expert knowledge with them

They look at him with such admiration that even Levis low self esteem gets a little boost.

He starts to spend more time with them, playing games he deems suitable for kids and watching anime (most of which are absolutely not age appropriate but he's trying ok?)

Gifts them his first edition TSL Manga as a farewell present

Really misses their presence whenever he watches a show he knew they would have enjoyed

Satan:

From the second he layed eyes on this frail, tiny human Satan was intrigued

He was born a fully grown demon and therefore didn't have much of a childhood

So he dedicates his time to studying the human child and their behavior

But what really made him love the MC as much as his brothers do was when they asked him to read to them

It was late evening and Solomon had some errands to run, which he did not want them to get involved in, so he left the MC with the brothers, knowing they would take care of them

A tiny knock echoed through Satans room when the MC peaked their head through the door, a small book in clutch

A little embarrassed they told him that they could not fall asleep without their favorite bedtime story and, since Satan always seems to read, they came to him

It was a children's book about cats, with adorable illustrations on the pages, so of course he agreed to read to them

The MC climbed onto his lap and it was only once Satan finished reading that he noticed them fast asleep in his arms

they looked so peaceful in their sleep that, even if only for a moment, his inner wrath seemed to vanish too

After the MC leaves to return to the human world he buys a copy of said book for himself to read whenever he misses them

Asmodeus:

It was love at first sight for Asmo

He couldn't wait to use their adorable little face for cloud on his devilgram!

When he overhears them say they wish they were pretty just like him he absolutely snaps!

No berating your appearance in earshot of Asmo!

Man went on a shopping spree with them and probably bought them a whole new wardrobe

From that day on he becomes the MCs personal stylist with the mission of making them feel beautiful each and every day

Quietly cries in his wardrobe while keeping their favorite clothes close to him whenever he misses them

Beelzebub:

Genle giant is gentle

Once he got over his initial whim of eating them

It is not his fault! They looked so soft and tender that he could not help it!

But after a lot of convincing and threats from his brothers and Solomon he is trusted to watch them too

Beel is great with kids, always listening to their stories while he eats

Once he figures out the MC has a massive sweet tooth he constantly goes to all kinds of cafés and restaurants with them to try every desert in the entire Devildom, much to the dismay of Lucifer

Of course it didn't take long for the MC to experience an absolute sugar high, running around and jumping on the furniture in the house of Lamentation

Beel pays little thought to that and simply joins them, playing tag and having a pillow fight (though he had to be very careful to not accidentally whack the child across the room, they are very frail after all)

Once they came down from their high Beel lets them sit on his shoulders, carrying them back to Solomon to take care of them

Once they returned to the human world Beel felt really sad, even loosing his appetite for a whole week!

He cannot eat the MCs favorite food anymore, as he swore to himself to only eat it together with them the next time he sees them

Belphegor:

He absolutely despised the idea of Solomon bringing another human to the Devildom, much less a child

but when he saw them look up at him with their big sparkly eyes he can't deny that he finds them adorable

They would break so easily, he wouldn't even have to use his demon strength!

Of course he doesn't follow through with that, realizing very quickly that most of his brothers, most importantly Beel seem to be very attached to the tiny human

He is not awake for most of the day so he only occasionally gets to join Beel and the MC in one of their culinary excursions

But one day he wakes up to find the MC curled up next to him, something inside him changed that day

get ready for nap time with Belphie

always makes sure to leave enough room for them to join him

sings them lullabies when they have a hard time falling asleep or when they wake up after a nightmare

Strokes their hair affectionately

Misses their warmth when they return to the human world

sings himself lullabies to try and get rid of that dreadful empty feeling he feels whenever he goes to bed and realizes that the MC is not there

Diavolo:

Overjoyed is an understatement

He can learn so much from this little human!

Always invites them and Solomon for afternoon tea to his castle

Literally the MCs biggest hypeman

genuinely interested in everything they tell him (he kinda is a big child himself)

Could not believe when they told him a boy from their school had once scribbled all over their drawing

HOW DARE HE DO SUCH THING

It took Barbatos a lot of patience and persistence to stop the Demon-prince from personally cursing that boy

Cried when they watched finding Nemo together and the MC had to comfort him by telling him that it was just a movie

probably spoils them more than Lucifer already is

They got him wrapped around their tiny fingers

Takes them on excursions throughout the whole Devildom

Absolutely deviated when they explain that they have to go back to the human realm for school

But don't worry, he'll sneak out and visit them often in the human world

Between all of his riches lies a photo album with all the pictures he took during the MCs time in the Devildom, and if you asked him he'd probably say it's his most valuable possession

Barbatos:

Feels pretty indifferent about them at first

But as Diavolos most loyal servant he is to make sure the MCs every need is met

Is pretty good with kids due to his master acting like one at times

His relationship with the MC doesn't go deeper than that though: they ask for something, he provides, simple as that.

It is only after the MC joined him and Luke in one of their baking lessons that he develops a personal attachment to them

The way they stood, covered in flour with a batch of freshly-made cupcakes, a huge smile adorning their face, he felt like a proud father

cares even more about their needs now and will always make sure they don't get hurt

When they return home, albeit he feels a bit sad, he very quickly falls back into his old routine, he has got duties to attend to after all

He will however, check on them through one of his portals from time to time to make sure they are ok

On some days, random lunch boxes might appear in the MCs room, since Barbatos can absolutely not live with the thought of this poor child having to eat Solomons cooking every single day

Simeon:

Bless his heart

Of course once he got wind that a human child had entered the Devildom he made it his duty to protect them at all costs

He is surprisingly strict, snatching them up and out of one of Mammons schemes more than once

Makes sure they get a proper education while away from school

Of course makes them read the Bible

He is like a strict but loving mom

Though it can be overbearing at times the MC loves him deeply and gifts him a drawing of them both as a farewell gift

Simeon will treasure it forever

Rather than feel sad about their absence he smiles while reminiscing about all the fun memories they've shared

Luke:

prides himself on being taller and older than the MC

Acts like their personal protector even though he can't do much

Spend a lot of time together since they are the one closest to his (physical) age (which I believe to be around 12?)

Might or might not have developed a tiny childhood crush on them (completely pure dw)

Bummed when they both return to their respective realms

Works even harder on becoming a respected angel in order to become MCs new guardian angel

Solomon:

You might expect him to be quite wreckless, but he's actually very protective and strict with the MC

Cares for them deeply, as they only have each other

While he did teach them basic magic and a few defense spells, he refuses to teach them anything more advanced

He knows how dangerous magic can be and he doesn't want them to get hurt

While he did achieve eternal life through magic, he also lost a big part of his humanity because of it and he doesn't want the MC to suffer the way he did

Tries to be the best older brother he can

Kind of relieved once they return to the human world

While he is glad that everyone seems to love the MC so dearly he's more than happy to have them all to himself again

He is their legal guardian after all! And no one will ever love them as much as he does.

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Aaaaaand that concludes this hc, hope you enjoyed, and a little heads up, I wrote most of this a year ago, back when I was more active here, forgot about it, and finally finished it so this could see the light of day after all, so it might not completely add up with recent lessons and events :) Thanks for reading <3

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