#also of course the show focuses heavily on punishment because the devil and also its a cop show

[mbat]

i feel like the biggest problems with lucifer wouldnt be there if it wasnt a show written by christians for christians and i do mean that

[hisgirlwonder]

Atonement - Part Three

Length: 2.3K words Warning: A lot of this is power play with intrusive thoughts but there’s also the addition of smut in the form of sex toys/anal stuff, humiliation, some degrading pet play, sadism of sorts, voyeurism, that sort of thing~ Synopsis: With his trust broken, Michael is doing all he can to make you regret ever crossing him. Notes: Here’s the third part in the continuation of my favourite fic series I’ve written to date (I think my niche might be humiliation which probably speaks volumes about me lmao) and you can find part one and two here on my master list. Hope you enjoy!!! I should also probably point this out but I always write Y/N as consensual because we all know she secretly loves Michael and can’t resist him (even if she might come across as loathing him)

Michael’s actions towards you had caused quite a commotion in the Outpost. Since that show in front of the others, they were all scared stiffness and didn’t want to be the next in line and abided by his rules. Nobody realised that Michael wasn’t interested in punishing them even if they acted out because you were his target, his prey, his toy. He would have just snapped their necks and let that be that. But with you? No, you were different. You were his.

“What the fuck, where are they?”

Desperate hands of yours rummage through bags of clean laundry trying to find your own. You specifically remember last night putting them on a wash cycle and one of the other girls said she’d take care of the rest which by your calculations means they should be there. But they’re not and you’re stressing out. You didn’t need more punishment on top of what you were already being given.

Certain you’ve got another outfit hanging up in your wardrobe, you run back to your room as fast as you can. The adrenaline pumping through your veins turned you into a fumbling mess and made trying to unlock the door difficult, albeit not impossible, and you get there eventually. Once inside you rush over to your closet and fling open its doors.

Michael surely had better things to do than take my clothes, didn’t he?

Apparently, you might have been wrong. The cupboard in front of you is bare, stripped of your belongings. You mutter a fuck under bated breath, heart pounding. Knowing you don’t have much time, you quickly move onto your drawers and yank them open whilst praying you’re still in possession of something, anything, to wear to his office – your search falls flat. You haven’t even got a pair of socks.

There’s a knock at the door. It was if your thoughts were so loud that the Devil himself answered you because you open the door and who was it? Michael.

“Good morning, little grey. Did you get my message? I hope you enjoyed it.”

His tone was all too self-righteous and cocky for this early in the morning.

You’re staring at him in confusion, saying nothing.

I didn’t get a…

It clicks. He took all of your clothes to send you a message.

He continues, “I just love that look upon your face right now. It’s like you’re becoming aware what I can do to make you feel your own shame. There are a few things planned so don’t take too long to get ready. Make sure you shower first,” Michael says, rubbing it in with a wink. You wanted to slap the smug off his own.

**

A concerned Ms. Mead clears her throat, breaking the silence in the room.

“Michael, don’t you think you’re being just a little harsh on that poor girl.”

You look up from your screen to see Mead staring down at you, sadness in her eyes. She hated seeing you like this – she missed the old Michael, the one that had become buried deep under a cloud of jealousy. Mead could read you like a book and knew from the way you were reacting and the things she’d observed that you really did care for Y/N but you didn’t know how to show it.

“Thank you for the concern. I really do appreciate it but after she went behind my back and metaphorically shat all over me then she’s going to get every last bit of my harshness. How dare she let him-” you pause, smacking your clenched fist down in exasperation.

Miriam leans in on the edge of the desk, sight focused on you and trying to read your expression since you had a guard up. You’re refusing to look at her and instead your vision veers off to the side with flared nostrils and a mouth scrunched up in disapproval, matching the current mood.

“Michael, please, look at me.” Mead begs, moving around to be in your line of sight but you move your head again, still refusing to look at her, “It doesn’t have to be like this, you know? You don’t need to let your feelings get the better of you. You’re not a monster, Michael.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Michael. You’re not a monster, Michael.” You mimic, deflecting the obvious truth she was speaking. You did feel something for her but the news of betrayal hurled you back into the past when you were abandoned by your own flesh and blood.

“Wow, okay. I see I’m getting nowhere with you. I’m going to go and attend to other things but you know where I am if you decide you actually want to act your age and not like a defiant, spoilt child.” Mead sighs heavily then walks out of the room. You notice she’s left the door ajar as you hear her speaking in a surprised tone, saying, “Oh, hello, Y/N. Michael’s in there.”

**

��Uh, sir, hello,” your words were sheepish, uncertain. He doesn’t acknowledge your greeting nor does he do anything besides type away on his laptop. You’re about to say something else when he bluntly tells you to come to him. You comply with the instructions and tiptoe over to him, standing to the right of his desk.

The tapping of fingers on the keyboard ceases once he feels your presence near. He closes his laptop, pushes himself off the seat, and walks around you in circles with eyes fixated on your exposed skin.

Those icy blues are taking in the sight of the damage inflicted on your body. A single finger lightly skims over the parts that were tinged in shades of blue and violet from where he’d dug in too hard. With cold yet curious tone, he asks, “Do these hurt?”

The answer to that question is simple – of course they hurt. You were in agony trying to fall asleep last night because of that. If he had asked you, however, if anything had hurt more then that was an entirely different story. You’d say yes because it didn’t just hurt, it tormented you to be around him and to almost suffocate on the anguish filling the room that he was experiencing, all because of you. You can’t recall him ever using the word “hate” but you wouldn’t be surprised if that was how he felt about you nowadays.

You pull together a sentence but your words are spoken too timidly for him to hear. He wraps his hand around the bruised skin, gripping where the marks were present, and squeezes as he’s demanding for you to speak up. Tears pool in your eyes and you’re wincing in pain, yelling out that they do. Gasping under the pressure he’s putting on your contusions.

Michael begins to laugh to himself for some reason and drops the clasp he has around your bruised limb. Your eyes, slightly narrowed, on him and you’re rubbing at the soreness. He sits back down on his chair and as he’s pulling in his chair, he mocks you, “I already know what you’re going to do before you do, little grey. You think you get the privileges of a normal human being? Don’t be silly. We both know where you belong.” His head tilts in the direction of the floor, “Down you go, on your hands and knees.”

You’re amazed at how well Michael pulls off the cold, clinical act but you fail to realise that this is what he’s taught himself throughout his life – through the hurt, the abandonment, the pain, the loss, the best and only thing he can do is to build the fortress inside him higher, and stronger; even if this means losing himself even deeper each time he rebuilds it. He’s done it so many times you could almost call him a master in carpentry.

With you following his commands, you’re resting on your bent knees and flat palms. Michael squats down for a minute, eyes perusing over your positioning. You part lips to speak but Michael snatches your face up in one hand and he snaps, “Does the little bitch wish to speak? Too bad she can only bark.”

His emphases on the word bark showed how serious he was, he throws you from his hand and stands up, hovering above like a figure of authority. “You want to speak? So do it, and you get points if you make it extra convincing.”

You put two and two together and come back with something that makes a whole lot of sense. He didn’t want you to speak, he wanted you to bark like a dog because his aim was to make you feel less than human. So, naturally, you don’t want to rock the boat and you show him how convincing you can be.

“Very good. I think you’ve earned the right to speak for a little bit.”

“Thank you, sir. What’s the point in all of this?”

“To teach you obedience, silly. You clearly lack it and all dogs need training sometimes. Oh, and before I forget, I have something for you... a gift, if you please.” Michaels words were mostly calm but there was a touch of condescension thrown in there for good measure. “Before you feel the need to waste any extra oxygen in this room by asking another trivial question, just know it’s something I’m sure you will love, like the slut you are.”

You’re trying to swallow down your nerves but it’s as if you’re a cat with a furball caught in its throat, wanting to cough them back up.

Michael can’t do anything worse to you than he already has.

You’ve been staring at the floor and psyching yourself up to bundle your nerves and shove them deep down inside you that you didn’t notice Michael had disappeared until he came back. You look up and there he is, holding up a red bag. “Little grey, get up off the floor and come and get this,” he swings the bag in front of you by the handles, like an owner waving a toy in front of their pet.

Dying to speak, you bite your tongue for fear of backlash. Michael already senses it in you and pipes up with, “I know, I know. This must be confusing, right? I’m punishing you and then I’m giving you gifts,” Michael grabs his chin in his free hand, pursing his lips before he continues, “I guess you’ll just have to sit on the edge of your seat to see what I have planned next, huh?”

You stick out your hand to grab the bag from him, looking at him in the eyes but you can’t work out what’s going through his mind. Part of you wonders if this is some kind of joke and then the other part wonders if he’s trying to win you over just to gain more control.

Your teeth chew at your bottom lip and you pluck up the courage to dive in, feeling what seems to be a bottle and something fluffy. You pull both out and place them on the table; a butt plug with a tail and a bottle of lube. “I don’t understand. Why these?”

“I just thought I’d get you something to help with your canine transformation since apparently you do quite like being a bitch.” His hands grab for the bottle, shaking it around before holding it out to you, “See? I’m not entirely cruel.”

He places the bottle back down on his desk, continuing to explain his plan, “You’re going to wear this, if not for me then for your own self, because I can promise you things will be worse if you don’t.”

Your eyes hit the plug – it wasn’t like you hadn’t had anything up there before and it wasn’t overly huge so you figured you could do it.

“Do I make myself clear?”

You nod your head.

“Good. Now show me just how clear I’ve made myself.”

Michael points at the toy, “I want you to put a foot up on the chair so I can watch you stick that,” then he points at your ass, “In there. I also want you to look at me so I can feel every second of it. Got it?” He tongues his front teeth in some kind of sick enjoyment.

You bite back the nerves and nod your head again to show your understanding. Despite your submissive streak, you were being crushed slowly and painfully because this wasn’t how you wanted anything sexual with him to go.

With one foot propped up on the chair, you pick both the bottle and toy up, hands trembling slightly, and squirt fake slick on to the plug before rubbing it in and bringing it to your ass. The flesh of your behind hitting Michael’s gaze.

“No. Turn your face around and look at me when you do it. I want to see you.”

Was this just a punishment or his own fetish?

You turn, facing Michael, trying your best to be brave but you knew he’d be able to see the pain. It was pain because over and over again thoughts like you’ve done this to him, he’s hurting because of you, you worthless piece of shit, Michael is right to teach you like this ran through your mind.

For the first time in who knows how long his eyes light up as he’s staring at you pressing the tip of the foreign object into your hole, gasping slightly as it easily slides in. He’s tried to remain calm and composed this whole time but even he can’t hide his own enjoyment, whether it be from the power or from him fill your ass with something, and it’s showing. He’s biting down on his fingers at his own titillation over your docility.

“Wow, you didn’t even cry out in pain, almost as if it’s not your first time filling that ass of yours with something.”

His eyes are stuck on you, particularly on your ass, as his feet lead him to be behind you. His hands pull at your hair back his direction, you too were growing aroused but trying to hide it, “You really are a slut. Shall we see how much you can take?”

Taglist: @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @sensitivethot @sammythankyou @sevenwondr @langdonsdemon @creamy-pasta-boi

 Also wanted to add in you darlings since you loved the first two parts!! @icylangdon @langdonsrapture @cocosfern

[lilmajorshawty]

YOD the Ending configuration. 📐

•yods are normally described as an omen in ones chart purely because of the immense power and energy that resides in one. Often times many tyrants Through our history including many nazis have had this configuration. But what is often misunderstood is that yods are not malefic per say they are more like an active destiny. Yods are the arch angel configuration because it shows a destiny to change the world, or be its sole downfall.

- when you think about a YOD configuration I don’t want you to think Superman. I want you to take a moment and look at the character Bruce Wayne. Someone who for better or worse had his world snatched from him at a young age—watching his family die right before his eyes. Growing up in the shadows, alienated. From his earliest moments it was as if destiny was putting him along a path—a direction that many wouldn’t have been able to take on so early in their years. Bruce was left with a choice, a choice that ironically that never ceases to demand from him. To expect of him—to test him. Bruce had the choice of seeking revenge, seeking to ruthlessly annihilate his oppressors, the evil in the world in the same manner evil took from him he could’ve retaliated. Yet Batman was born. Bruce made a choice to stop the evil in the world but to do it his way—to rise above the same darkness he festered in. By no means is Bruce a hero by normal convection. He’s an anti hero—an arch angel if you will. The angel who’s seen the madness of man, the angel who lives amongst us—flying through the shadows we fear.

* People with yod configurations Carry a heavy level of fate in their lives, the chosen ones so to speak. But the nature of the yod leaves much to be determined depending on the circumstances and the individual involved. These natives will always feel their power—the deep brooding intensity like a violent thunder strike coursing through their veins. People with yods have died many times in their past lives—some deaths violent, some deaths as martyr, some deaths as he villain and some deaths as their idea of hero. But through their endless deaths the were walking closer and closer to their own destiny—the flames of tribulation.

•angels and devils: Now the yod formation in ones chart places a higher emphasis on life and death. And due to its inherited influence often times found in families specific karma can be linked and what’s more it can point to “blood jumping”(this is my phrasing for saying its lives and spiritual transfers from family member to family member—starting with the original starter of that bloodline. I’m most cases this is linked back to the very first living to originate your blood line per say.

An example would be if ones great great great great great grandfather was a man of war—a king of sorts whom had the responsibility of many, but in his madness and possible greed he decided to forsake his people to achieve and even higher end. But his life was cut short—maybe even by the same people he betrayed. His sins and his actions way heavily on his family linage as his actions are passed down almost like a cycle this pattern continues from kin to kin—the ideology of betrayal to meet ones own desires. Let’s say in the case of a child from that bloodline born in this era they would find that they may have this focused energy this drive to reach the top, they may find people easily follow them—seek them out and even somewhat readily follow their command. They easily rise but they meet many continuous test and trails that bring them face to face with patterns from their past. The find themselves in positions where they are very much so having to betray someone in order to reach a higher level but they are also presented with the choice of letting go of their position. They’ll be put in positions that test their loyalty—their integrity. They’ll have a group that looks to them for guidance and they’ll be tested on wether or not their intensions are pure of heart.

- What happens once the destiny is defeated? Well yods have a great power dare I say it’s the more powerful configuration one could have in their chart—because once truly manifest one not only is capable of creating their own living karma but they also rewrite a cycle so to speak.

- The more yods you have in your chart the more likely you are on your last reincarnation in this life—and the more yods you have the higher stake your destiny.

- People with yods don’t have an ingrained fear of death, and may always have this feeling of never really being “here”

- People with yods have the ability to tap into skills and talents from their previous lives in an unconscious manner.

- People with yods can have flashes of intuition as well as visions from lives they’ve lived from no where—sometimes in fragments and sometimes as dreams/day dreams.

- Yods that are manifested from men in the blood line often include the masculine planets. While yods manifested from the women have more feminine planets and houses being present.

- Yods before they are matured/yods that are misguided are and can be dangerous people and one example of someone misusing this grand power would be hitler.

- Yods that are manifest can make someone seem Erie/they can have a presence so overwhelming that you may feel looked down upon or deeply seen though.

- When people have many yods in one generation it usually means something big is going to take place in that particular era.

- peole with yods particularly when Pluto/urnaus/Saturn/Lilith and mars are involved can experience death at a young age or loss. In some cases these natives can have flashes of visions and dark thoughts that can seem unlike them. Darkness runs heavy in them but it’s not something “evil” it’s a darkness that shrouds them as if they grew up in it but it’s a darkness where they are the light floating about in it.

- great caution is advised before taking on the karmic debt of a yod as it can often bring to the surface very old karmic family baggage and seemingly begin to act out in your character if you’re not completelyof sound body and mind to take on such a task I’d strongly advise you hold off on it.

- yods act out most often during Saturn returns, and depending on the person you have three moments in which your yods will feel most powerful.

-yods aren’t all bad! And they can give someone a insane amount of strength even more than most people and no productivity isn’t limited with a yod in fact people with yods have a wild amount of vitality and luck usually as if someone above is guding and protecting them on their journey.

Yods on 1st/7th house axis: your karmic lore is a tale of manipulation/and love in the arena of war. Their can be a past of violence. Raw and primal instincts—and the obsession of the self. A life lacking in sympathy and a life that was sought with ones strength rather than ones heart. Their can be issues of romance being sought after in Malicious intent. Marriages that may have had a tragic and sometimes scaring affect on the family. Love lost and devastating love affairs. In this life it’s up to you to find a healthy balance between the “you” and the “they” to find love—yet also to protect it. To create love that is not only sought after for pleasure or to achieve something better. To live life pure of heart and rise above your animal.

Yod on the 2nd/8th axis: the interchange between security and the material—sexual blockage and mis used sexual exploitation. Sex trafficking and a history of rape. Sex as a means to subdue. A history of gluttony. Their could be a karmic past of dark crime and riddled deceit. Often the bullheaded/pleasure seeking persona runs deep—and even to a fault the darkness seeped in the psyche shows a history of being tormented—and being the one tormenting. In this life the destiny brings to the table many choices—will you look to the light? Or shall you let the shadows consume you? Will you let go of the Possessions or will you let them devour you instead.

Yod on the 3rd/9th Axis: snakes/and dirty liaisons. A life riddled with strife—manipulation and selling out. The words often had gregarious consequences. Using your mind was often as a means to take—to control and to get in top—the mind was incredibly sharp—able to entrance a nation, quiet the skies—and bring upon the downfall of the heavens. In this life your destiny manifest as the battle between truly moving past words and speaking though actions—finding some of the human in your speech and not seeing humans as chess pieces.

Yod In the 4th/10th House: the ill mother—often this yod configuration can mean a plethora of things. The fallen women archetype—or the warrior women archetype. The women of the family were strong of will—even at times to an insatiable degree. They craved dominance and to be on top of the world-they found power in their femininity but also met much opposition because of it. Men in the family were ambitious—often obsessed with eating the competition alive. Their is always a nurture v kill dynamic Presented. Now one is faced with the concept of healing the world—or taking it by storm. To wrap your hands around the weak or to punish them for it.

Yod In the 5th/11th house: a life of the dramatic performer—and the rebellion is present here. The life was riddled with poetry in excess, the grand show but also complete self idolization. Pride to the extent of stomping on others—truly animalistic behavior for the sake of reaching ones goal. Whilst also upturning the concept of stability and foundation—crowd power but abusing it to ones own ends. A history of being betrayed by groups. In this life one is often faced with charity—and moments of pity—they must learn to give without expecting to form bonds but to be weary of their intent.

Yod In the 6th/12th House: this is much like the signs involved a sacred yod. This is a meeting between the living and the dead. The past life was often fought spiritually—monasteries-and a loss of ones own well-being. A life of stagnant yet loose grasp of the world is present in the bloodline. This is very much so an arch angel indication and can bring constant trials relating to the very life in ones body constantly feeling like it’s either on the brink or seemingly a passing specter. In this life one must ready themselves for the grand cause. Unlike the other yods it’s unclear what the final destination for this yod is.

- As a final note, yods that are pointing to multiple houses still carry the themes above and these are just a brief overview of what could’ve been the past life carryover as really only you can connect your karmic debts not I. Yods carry a great evil and they also carry an immeasurable good. People with yods are not the devil nor are they god. They often feel this tug of war between being neither of those things. They are merely something in between and wether or not they choose a side or wether they don’t they have a heavy weight in this world.

•pay attention to the where the hand of god is pointing in the chart! The houses that the legs sit in shows the trials that will be engaged and where you will be able to find the tools necessary to unlock the yods abilities. Know this, the more you unlucky your yod the more you will change—acknowledging your yod is one thing but harnessing it is a very powerful experience—one that will see the death of who you are and the birth of something unlike anything you’ve ever been.