#satan (bath) you’re next……

[jessamine-rose]

A spicy thought to celebrate my completion of WHB Satan (Selfie)’s Unholy Board::

Oh, to take out your sadism on Satan. To press your lips against his neck, tainting the pale skin with hickeys and bite marks. To wrap his snowy curls around your fist and pull, inciting a melody of strangled moans. To slap his pretty face with your hand, an assortment of rings adorning your fingers to increase the pain. To watch Satan’s expression morph into a fiery grin as he meets your gaze, far from sated.

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time His Older Brother Gave Him A Tarot Reading”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, reader is not present, Sukuna is pining hard

Word Count: 1.26k

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Sukuna isn’t one to make time for his family. Although he has an identical twin brother who bothers him far too much for his liking and an older half brother, he almost never talks about them and spends even less time talking too them. But today he was feeling nice… which is strange for him, but regardless, he decided to agree to come by his brothers’ apartment.

And was quickly reminded of why he never comes over.

Sukuna was seated on the antique couch while Choso kneeled in front of the coffee table between them, flickering candles on every surface bathing the living room in a soft warm glow and reflecting on the shiny surfaces of the crystals placed meticulously all over the table. Choso opened up a small black box, pulling intricately designed tarot cards from inside and fanning them between his fingers before spreading them face down across the table.

Sukuna really was trying not to roll his eyes at the whole ordeal, but the man can only take so much before he’s bound to cave, “This is so stupid.”

“Shh…” Choso leans forward and presses his finger over Sukuna’s lips.

“Don’t touch me.” He grumbles.

“Shut up,” Choso loses his calm demeanor for only a second before he’s closing his eyes again, “I’m focusing.”

“On what?”

“I’m tuning in…” He wiggles his fingers over the cards, “to the energies.”

“Jesus fucking christ.” Sukuna rubs his temples, “When did you start doing this witchcraft shit again?”

“Not witchcraft,” Choso peeks one eye open to shoot a quick glare at his brother, “And yesterday.”

“Oh you’re a real professional huh?” He smirks down at him.

“Sukuna,” His shoulders slump and he lets out a frustrated huff, “Just, fucking shut up.”

The two of them squint as the lights suddenly flick on, Yuuji not quite getting the memo of what’s going on downstairs as he leans his head over the stair railing to peek into the living room, “Ooh, how’s the satanic ritual going?” He calls out from the stairway.

“Yuuji!” The two of them call out in unison. He lets out a little “Oops” and flicks the light back off, running back to his room upstairs.

Choso rubs his eyes, smudging his eyeliner onto his fingers, “Okay just, pick a card.”

Sukuna huffs out an annoyed breath, reaching forward and tapping his pointer finger on one of the cards in the middle. Choso slides the card down in front of Sukuna and flips it over, revealing an upside down picture of a man sitting upright in a bed with his head in his hands and swords neatly stacked on the wall behind him.

“Oh, interesting.” Choso mumbles.

“The fuck is he crying about?” Sukuna leans down and squints at the card on the table, “It’s upside down.”

“It’s reversed,” Choso clarifies, “The nine of swords reversed.”

“Choso, I don’t know what the hell that means.”

The long haired man sits up a little straighter, pointing at the card with a manicured finger, “This first card is your past. The next will be the present, and the last will be your future.” He picks the card up and scans it carefully, “You were… struggling, alone, not one to talk to others even when you need to-“

“What is this fuckin’ therapy?”

Choso groans and rolls his eyes, “God knows you need it, but no. Anyway,” He clears his throat, “You were in a downward spiral, but this is past tense, clearly you’re more open now considering,” He gestures vaguely around the room, “Well, you’re here for once.”

Sukuna is visibly annoyed, not a fan of being picked and prodded at. Choso places the card back down on the table, gesturing for Sukuna to pick another one, which to Choso’s surprise and for Sukuna’s morbid curiosity, he does; tapping his finger on a card pushed to the side of the table.

Choso flips the card over, and once again, it's upside down. It pictures a man sitting cross crossed in front of a tree, three golden goblets on the grass in front of him and a fourth being given to him from a disembodied hand floating next to him.

He’s really fuckin’ bad at organizing his cards.

Choso’s gaze flickers between Sukuna and the card, his brows furrowed in thought so clearly that you could almost see cogs turning behind his eyes, “Four of cups… reversed.”

“The hell does reversed mean?”

“It’s usually a negative version of the card’s meaning.”

Sukuna scoffs, “Oh fuckin’ lovely.”

Choso props his elbow onto the table, tracing the outline of the card with his finger, “You’re withdrawing-“

“Well yeah. No shit,” Sukuna cuts him off, “You’re telling me I’m cursed. What’s the damn card mean?”

“That is what the card means, idiot. You’re reluctant to open up to someone.”

Sukuna leans back against the couch, crossing his arms over his chest, “Who?”

“I don’t know,” Choso shrugs, “Maybe the future card will clarify.”

“Absolutely not.” He huffs. Choso looks up at him with confusion, “I told you this was stupid, I’m not picking another.”

The light flicks on once again, Sukuna groans at the sound of Yuuji’s voice yelling from the stairway, “Sounds like someone’s a fucking pussy!”

“Yuuji, quit eavesdropping or I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out.”

The light flicks back off.

Choso looks up at Sukuna expectantly, and after glaring down at him for a moment he breaks, rolling his eyes and flipping over a random card, “If it’s upside down I swear to fucking god-“

“Oh shit!”

“What?” Sukuna sounds almost startled, looking down at the card he sees that this one is upright; picturing a naked man and woman standing in front of some kind of angel. But he’s quickly able to gather the most damning part of the card.

The bottom of the card says “The Lovers.”

“Oh fuck off.”

A smile spreads across Choso’s face, “I don’t think I need to explain this one to you. And it’s not upside down.”

“Reversed.” Sukuna mockingly clarifies.

“Shut up,” Choso leans forward, grin still plastered on his lips, “Who is it?”

“It’s nobody, this shit isn’t real.” Sukuna scowls, but deep down he’s glad the room is so dark to hide the tint in his cheeks.

It’s not fucking real idiot. Stop it.

“How about this,” Choso clasps his hands together, looking up towards the ceiling, “If this shit is real, give us a sign.”

Yuuji flickers the lights.

“No! Stop interfering, this is serious!” Choso yells out towards the stairway.

But Sukuna’s blood runs cold as his phone buzzes in his pocket, quiet enough that no one could hear, but he could feel it.

It’s not real.

The room is silent for a moment as Choso scans for any type of sign, but it’s as if the world had completely stopped turning, not even the candles were flickering. Choso plops his head onto the coffee table, mumbling under his breath, “I don’t know why I thought that would work.”

“Mhm.” Sukuna hums, putting up a disinterested front as he pulls his phone from his pocket, “Can we watch a movie or something now like a normal family?”

Choso defeatedly blows out the candles, collecting his crystals and placing his tarot cards neatly back into the box, “Fine, fine, but I still think it’s real.”

Sukuna’s heart nearly stops beating when he unlocks his phone and sees a text from you, “If u leave dirty dishes in the sink one more time I’m actually gonna kill u in your sleep.”

God I hope it’s fucking real.

A/N: Family bonding time has never been so awkward, anyway here’s that time Sukuna started to believe in magic, or witchcraft, or anything if it means you like him as much as he likes you. Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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Hiiii I wanted to request hazbin boys x injured male reader? Reader gets into a scuffle, gets roughed up quite a bit and comes home not looking too well (I wanna see em fuss over the reader lol)

Mmph, yes yes, I love boys fussing over their injured darling. Too fuckin cute! I have so many great requests for Hazbin and Helluva, I’m so excited 🫨 thanks for the request and enjoy anon 💟

Notes: gn!reader bc anyone can get into a scuffle so why not, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst

TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing, of course it’s suggestive during Angel’s part 😉

Includes Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and Alastor

Hazbin boys x reader- Bruises 🖤

You’re not sure who roughed you up, you barely got a look at the dudes before you were laid out on the dirty sidewalk getting punched and trying to push one of the perpetrators off you. Whoever he was, he was strong and brutal and must’ve really had a problem with you because damn, you were fucked up. Not that you couldn’t hold your own, but there was more than one of them and they really caught you off guard. You had suffered several blows to the face and a few kicks to the stomach and back. Seemed like the group showed just a bit of mercy tho- they could’ve broken your legs or straight up killed you. Luckily, you limped away with only minor injuries but a huge blow to your psyche. While it could’ve been worse, it was horrific and traumatizing regardless.

It’s hard trying to stay tough and take care of yourself because you’re scared, feeling like you’ll have to look over your shoulder from now on when you’re out on the streets. It was also a bit embarrassing considering Husk and Angel offered to tag along with you to keep you safe but your dumb ass insisted you were fine alone.

It was late now, around the time everyone went to bed at the hotel so you were expecting to silently creep inside, hobble to your room and take care of yourself in secret. And if anyone asked about the marks or bruises the next day, you’d just blame it on a wild night of partying. To your surprise, as you walk in the door the entirety of the hotel’s staff and residents were sitting on the floor and couches in the front room, drinking and talking by the fireplace. Of course, Charlie had everyone doing some bonding bullshit late at night. The sound of the door clicking open has everyone’s eyes looking towards you now. “Ah, shit…” Leaves your swollen lips as the crowd gasps and one by one, they all stand and approach your damaged figure. Finally, the one person you really didn’t want to see you like this comes rushing forward to get a good look at you.

Lucifer 🍎

“Oh, Satan! (Y/N), are you okay? What happened? Ohhh, my poor angel!”

Proceeds to fuss and worry over you while wearing the saddest expression :,( his poor bb

Might actually cry a little…just hurts him to see his darling all banged up.

It’s not just the physical pain he senses, it’s the emotional pain you feel too- the fear and the trauma and the stress of it all

His hands just hover all around the most damaged parts of you- fingers almost touching your eye which was now swollen shut, his thumb ghosting over your busted bottom lip

Whisks you away to his room and runs you a bath. Gets you all clean and is probably still whining and crying over you as he watches the bath water turn red with all the blood washing off you and gets you ready for bed.

He’s an emotional man, okay?

He also feels extremely guilty for not being there to protect you. Even if you bluntly told him you don’t need his protection, he feels like it’s still his fault at least a little bit.

Miiiiiiight start a silly little argument over you never leaving the hotel or his side ever again lol

“I just want to protect you, my love. Please! Stop being stubborn.”

He’ll really really baby you tho.

Like even if your legs are working fine, NOPE! Don’t move an inch. Luci will carry you anywhere you desire.

“Lucifer, I just have a black eye and some scrapes. I can walk just fine, babe.”

And he’ll just ignore you and continue to coddle you and do everything for you

For sure this man peppers very gentle, very soft and slow kisses on your tender face once you’re cleaned up and finally resting in his bed

And he for sure cries again in the morning when he wakes up and your face looks even worse

Probably even panics a bit like-

“IM TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL OH MY SATAN!!! MY POOR BABY WWAAAA!”

“It’s just some bruises! Luci, they always look worse before they look better, I’m fine.”

Just calm him down with some kisses and words of love

Angel Dust 🕸️

“Holy shit! What happened, babe? Oh no…this is bad. This is sooo bad! This is why we wanted to go with ya.”

Also gets very dramatic and concerned, looks so sad over your battle wounds

But of course he’s a flirt even under tough circumstances and can make a dirty joke even in the most dire situations

He’d definitely tell you you look hot asf and that you’re soooo brave~

Tries to lighten the mood a bit

“(Y/N), I wanna be the only one who gets to rough you up.” *pouts but also winks at you*

Angel has had his fair share of beatings courtesy of Valentino so he’s very good at first aid and knows tons of tricks to help with bruising, cuts, scrapes, preventing scars, relieving the pain.

He’s great at the clean up part but even better at the comfort part

Brings out all six arms to wrap you up in while you lay in his bed, cuddling up to you while offering soft kisses to the parts of you that aren’t so sore.

Angel is always down to fuck so if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll offer you some great sexual healing while being oh so careful of all your wounds and all the painful spots.

Will let you take control too, he hopes it’ll make you feel better and maybe return some of the confidence you lost from this scuffle.

He can spot a bruised ego from a mile away and he’ll do anything to get you feeling happy and secure again.

Also argues with you about never letting you go anywhere alone ever again lol he just loves you too much. If you’re gonna get jumped, he’s either gonna be there to help you out of it or he’s gonna be taking half the beating right next to you.

Reminds me of a song…

“I wanna walk with you, wherever you go to. I wanna hurt with you. Whatever you go through, I do too.” -sour switchblade by Elita

Yeah that’s Angel, just wants to be beside you no matter the circumstances

Husk 🃏

“Oh, you dummy! This is why we wanted to go with you. Oh, doll face. Who did this? You alright?”

Yeah, he’s mean sometimes so he’s gonna scold you for going out alone before the comforting starts.

Ultimately, he doesn’t pull you away to get you cleaned up or anything. Lets you decide what to do next, where to go. He just follows you and keeps a hand on you somewhere to let you know he’s here for you.

Will whip up any drink you ask for in hopes of it relieving the pain a bit

But he’s sneaky, he’s gonna ask you tons of questions about what happened, who did it, where you were, how many of them there was. Won’t give you your drink until you answer him.

Husk is plottin and schemin, wanting to get back at the assholes who did this to you. Hes thinking about all the cool, little weapons he has and what he can do with them to teach those jerks a lesson.

In the end tho, he does get more sentimental and soft spoken later while cuddled up to you in bed.

He’ll purr softly in your ear while letting his hands gently roam your body, tracing comforting circles all over your bruised skin

Will def wrap you up in his silky wings and then proceed to pour out his entire heart to you.

“I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay. You need to listen to me. I know better than you, I’ve been down here a long time. You have to be more careful. I dunno what I’d do if I lost ya, doll. You gotta stick with me, I’ll always protect ya.”

Once you fall asleep, he wanders out to the lobby to find Angel at the bar and there they talk about teaming up to get revenge on the assholes who dared to touch Husk’s little babe

The next morning, of course they’re still talking about it. You’ll have to tell these idiots to stop and just let it go bc omg they sound crazy rn they’re gonna make a mess if you let this continue

Buuuut if you kinda like them fussing over you this much, then by all means let them do their thing as you sit back and enjoy the attention

Ooooh, Husky is getting maadddd. Kinda cute when he lets a protective growl slip out while talking to Angel. Aww he loves you~

Sir Pentious 🐍

Immediate tears and full blown panic attack at the sight of your battered face.

“OH MY GOODNESSSSSS!!! My baby! My darling! Ohhhhhh, you poor thing, come here! I’ll take care of you.”

Doesn’t care that the entirety of the hotel residents are crowded around watching you two- Pentious holds you like a baby in his arms and carefully sinks to the ground with you, holding you so tight it actually kinda hurts due to all your bruises.

Cries for a while like this- goes back and forth between examining your bruises and cuts and bloody nose with his watery eyes to then burying his face in your neck as he weeps for you.

“Pen, I’m okay. Just a little banged up. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!! You’re too pretty to be beaten up like thisssss. Aawwwww.” And he’s crying even harder now.

And this goes on for a while until you finally decide to get up and go to your room with him to get cleaned up.

Babies the absolute fuck out of you- brings you food in bed and tries to feed it to you, gets you in the bath and refuses to let you touch anything while insisting he do all the work for you, carries you everywhere.

It’s actually so nice tho- he washes your hair for you real slow and firm as he scrubs your scalp, very carefully washes the dirt and dry blood from your skin only to reveal more bruises he hadn’t seen before, carefully applies ointment to your bloody cuts and scrapes

Listen…this man is not gonna stop crying until you are 100% healed up. Even the next morning, you wake up beside him to see his face wet with tears as he sniffles.

At least you know he really truly deeply cares for you and loves you 💚

“Oh, it’s okay, babe. I’m felling so much better today, especially since I get to start my morning in bed with you.”

And now he decides he’s gonna keep you in bed all day and continue to baby and pamper you

Keeps his tail and most of his body wrapped around you loosely all day as you watch movies and relax. Cant stop staring at your face and focusing on each blue and black bruise you wear, eyeing every cut and scrape and the split skin on your lip.

You took a beating and he thinks it’s only fair that you and him stay in bed until you’re truly feeling well enough to resume your normal daily tasks.

Of course, he has to stay with you in case you need something! Can’t leave his injured partner alone, wouldn’t dream of it!

Vox 🖥️

(I know he’s not at the hotel, pretend you just walked into V Tower instead, k?)

REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?! Who? Where? When? HOW FUCKING HOW DARE THEY-“

You’ll have to cut him off or he’ll go on an entire raging tangent about revenge and eventually short circuit lol

“Voxy, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I just wanna get clean and go to bed.”

He slowly cools off and begins to focus more on you and your injuries, asking if you’re okay or if there’s anything he can do. Now behind closed doors, his entire attitude changes.

He’s following you into every room, watching you with an expression of intense sadness and concern, wishing he could take all your pain and give it to himself instead. He’d suffer for you if it meant seeing you happy and healthy

Sits in the bathroom in silence but keeps you company while you wash up. He might ask if you need help but also wants to give you space and make sure you feel safe

Assists you in getting dressed while making it very romantic and being very attentive. Vox will so slowly slip your pajamas onto you while letting his claws ghost over all your bruises.

Will lean in and kiss your busted lips right as your head pops through the top of your shirt, followed by a smile and probably more kisses

Listen, most of these boys are gonna become way more over protective after this incident okay? Vox is most definitely not an exception

Insists that either He’s gonna be with you every where you go from now on or he’s gonna send security with you every where you go from now on.

And no matter who is with you when you’re out in the streets, his cameras will also be watching over you.

Oh yeah, and he goes back in the cam footage and has a perfect view of the whole incident. He watches it over a few times before ordering a hit on every sinner who dared to mess with his lover.

You’ll never have to worry or look over your shoulder or worry again 😘

Alastor 🩸

Doesn’t say much or even stay long to worry about you at first.

He’s more angry and bent on revenge than anything. He’s worried about you too but he knows you’re strong and can take care of yourself.

He slips off to do some exploring and investigating to find out who did this to you

Spends maybe an hour figuring it out and then promptly goes on a murder spree to take care of all those pesky sinners who dared to lay a finger on his beloved

Okay, now that that’s out of his system, he can come back and take care of you.

Isn’t as cuddly and romantic as the others but he still babies you and refuses to let you do anything for yourself.

“Now now, darling. Just relax. I’ll have you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.”

Bathes you, dresses you, tucks you into bed all while humming slow tunes to you

Doesn’t cuddle you but sits on the bed beside you and gives your head some gentle pets

“You won’t have to worry any longer, my dove. I took care of those degenerates and I’ll never let you wander the streets of hell alone ever again.”

Will place a gentle kiss on your throbbing head before leaving you to rest.

He’s serious tho, anywhere you go he goes too. You’re never leaving his sight again ❤️‍🩹

[httpsserene]

Oscar saying”touch grass and find someone that will fuck you cause it sure as hell won’t be me” and also “in Vegas everyone of you that was rude WILL be going up to my sweet lovely beautiful smart girlfriend and you WILL be apologizing.”

Can you imagine if he ever finds out about the one that burned her with coffee? Oooff she’s done for

𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐩.𝟖𝟏

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.2k words 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: oscar piastri x fem!black!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: blurb. part two to a prev. fic.

✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜omggg i wish i got to this lil addition sooner !!! i was sitting here like lowkey like, how out of pocket would oscar be after he learned that a delusional fan intentionally burned his girl??? but here’s how i think it would exactly go down! this starts pretty much directly after best i ever had ends, like post-bath sex and everything. ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜

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your skin is warm, your muscles relaxed, and your legs feel unstable. the phantom weight of oscar resides between your legs from minutes past when he helped you ride him to an orgasm in the bath. to think that if you managed to convince him to break up with you, you’d never have the best sex of your life again. 

you’re sitting on the countertop next to the sink, towel slipping down around your waist as oscar massages lotion into your brown skin, when you tell him that exact thought. he’s standing between your legs (his towel securely tucked around his tiny ass waist), wet hair curled on his forehead and he hums in dissent, 

“there wasn’t a single time this past month where i even thought about breaking up with you.” your breath catches at his words and there’s not an ounce of a lie in his tone. after the pampering events of tonight, you didn’t think you needed anymore reassurance that he’s not going anywhere but it’s incredibly nice to hear it. you pause trying to think of the word to express just how sweet oscar is, but he speaks before you.

“woah, wait a minute,” oscar’s brow is furrowed, gaze focused on the back of your left hand, where there’s a slightly inflamed patch of skin, “babe, did you burn yourself? when did this happen?”

he gently brushes his thumb over the spot to gauge how sore the spot is and frowns when you wince and slip your hand out of his grasp. you cradle your hand to your chest and shrug dismissively, “happened earlier t’day at the shop; some girl dumped her coffee on me.”

“what?” oscar stares at you, puzzled, “she purposefully dropped hot coffee on your hand?”

“mmm, well i can’t say that she did it ‘on purpose,’” you sigh, “but, she was wearing an oscar piastri mclaren hoodie and she did laugh about it with her friends afterwards.”

“you’re being serious? a fan dumped a literally burning hot cup of coffee on you,” oscar attempted to clarify, like he can’t believe it. 

you miss how his expression is growing stormier and keep rambling on about your experience, “oh, i’m dead serious ‘roo. most of your fangirls have decided that i’m the spawn of satan because i can’t physically be by your side at all of your races. i mean–do they really think i would rather be learning about thermodynamics when i could be on the pitwall?”

“you know, at the end of the day i’m surprised at the fact that she had the balls to do it,” you continue (the aussie looks less impressed the more you keep talking), “highkey, i was getting sick and tired of all the girls who would come up and tell me i made their order wrong–when i most definitely did not!--and i had to remake their drink. so, props to her for changing it up on me, i was not expecting that.”

oscar rubs at his forehead for a few seconds before he purses his lips and cocks his head at the side to look at you, and then it dawns on you…maybe he doesn’t find this as amusing as you did.

“kanga, baby–she burned you. she intentionally harmed you, you could sue her, i think. you should sue her! i, personally, want to ruin her life,” oscar states, dead serious.

you shrug, “it’s not that serious to me. i’ll just put some ointment on it and it’ll be gone in a few weeks. and, she can be as jealous as she wants—you’re still here in between my legs, rubbing lotion into my skin after you just fucked me until my legs were jello. i really could not give a fuck about her, trust that.”

oscar grumbles unhappily, “well, i give a fuck. nobody should think that they can get away with hurting you, regardless of how serious the injury is. where’s the ointment?”

you lean forward, pressing kisses to oscar’s pout, “‘s in the medicine cabinet, ‘roo. if you want to address it, i won’t stop you, you can handle it how you like. as long as it doesn’t get you in trouble with the pr team, i’m fine with it.”

and that’s when you find out just how fine mclaren is with having oscar publicly call his fans crazy. 

it’s race weekend in las vegas, and fp2 has been delayed. you were falling asleep on your feet in the garage, so oscar had tucked you into bed in his motorhome, letting you take a nap while he went to do some interviews.

he’s caught by ted kravitz from sky sports and the best opportunity that oscar has ever had falls directly into his lap.

“oscar! how are you feeling, mate?” ted starts, “you certainly had an interesting break leading up to this race, and, you’ve managed to take the world of formula one on another spin with your tweet defending your girlfriend—would you care to expand on that?”

oscar smiles, “i would love to talk about it actually.”

“oh,” ted looks baffled, looking at the camera in shock, before he gestures for oscar to speak.

“well. i stand by what i said,” oscar states, “if anybody thought i was being rude, i really don’t care. what i do find rude, however, is the fact that my girlfriend was being harassed at her job by people who call themselves my fans.”

“oh, mate, i thought you were being rather nice about the situation,” ted offers, “but, you’re saying fans have gone to lengths to ‘harass’ your lovely girlfriend in person?”

“unfortunately, i’m telling the truth. it got to a point where a fan was bold enough to burn her with boiling hot coffee.”

“no!” ted gasps, aghast.

“yes! as soon as she told me, i told her that she should press charges, but she didn’t want to. i guess she’s a lot nicer than me,” oscar scratches at his jaw.

“well, i’m pretty sure that’s at least an assault or injury claim right? i think that fan should be taught a lesson. it’s wild to think that someone who calls themselves a ‘fan’ would hurt one of the best WAG’s,” ted looks disgusted.

“yeah, well–i hope that woman knows the whole interaction was caught on camera and that my girlfriend is well within her rights to press charges. it would suck that an act you committed out of jealousy and envy has the chance to give you a lifelong criminal record, huh?” oscar’s eyes shine with a threatening twinkle, “i can’t imagine being so obsessed with a man you never had and never will have, and you proceed to take it out on his beautiful, intelligent, ambitious, loving, and extremely supportive girlfriend. it kind of seems…” he pauses for effect, searching for just the right word, “...desperate—doesn’t it, ted?”

“it seems absolutely demented, oscar.”

the clip hits three million views in four hours and trends for weeks.

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characters. dewdrop, rain, swiss, mountain, phantom

themes. SMUT

[warnings] smut, blood, biting, dacryphilia, size kink, corruption kink, light choking, mirror sex, spanking

[gender neutral reader]

ghoulettes

a/n: they’re ghouls, read at your own risk

➳ dewdrop

he def fucks with a PASSION

very accommodating

if you want to go slow, he’ll go slow

if you want it rough, he’ll be rough

he can be whatever you’d like, praise or degradation

‘oh yeah, that’s it baby— fuck you really know how to move, where’d you learn that hm? you fucking the other ghouls?’

POWER BOTTOM

i said what i said

dew loves to watch you ride him

and he loves to hold your hips to guide your movements

it’s definitely his favorite position

he doesn’t mind topping tho

this ghoul will mark you up until your neck is painted in your own blood

he’ll lick it up cause he love how sweet you taste

“such a pretty thing covered in your own blood and my cum, fuck you turn me on.”

you lay breathlessly on top of the ghoul as he pets your head. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, your mind fuzzy and fucked out.

“few more rounds yeah?” dewdrop states moving so he’s now on top of you.

he slips himself back inside you with little effort, using his own cum that’s on you as a lubricant.

you groan into your pillow at the stretch of him. no matter how many times you do it, it still burns in the best way possible.

“that’s it, you’re so good at taking my dick.” he says before leaning over to bite your shoulder.

➳ rain

he doesn’t fuck

he makes love

and he’s so good at it

gives the BEST head

he would stay between your legs for hours if you’d let him

shower sex

y’all are always fuckin in the shower or in some kind of water

oddly enough he’s not a fan of bath sex

the water splashes on the floor and you almost slipped because of it one time

shamelessly loud moans

he breathes heavily after he cums that’s so hot holy fuck

he’ll definitely thank you while cumming

‘thankyouthankyouthankyou— hgnnn i love you so much’

loves to make out with you while he’s inside you

he’s def cried after sex cause it felt so good but don’t tell anyone that

your lips are starting to go numb because of the heavy make out session between the both of you. it almost distracts you from the slow but skilled rolling of his hips into yours. almost.

“you feel so good around me, satan i love you so much.” rain says before moving back into the kiss and pinning you more up against the shower wall.

the water pours down both of your bodies and something about it just absolutely does it for rain.

“you look so amazing like this, soaking wet while i drill my cock into you.” he moans.

➳ swiss

kinky bastard

degradation king

but like his aftercare is amazing so it’s fine

corruption kink

fav position is doggy

loves shoving your face into a pillow while he plows you from behind

also likes to lean down and yank you up so he can hold your neck

has marked you everywhere

needs to let everyone know you’re his

‘you’re mine, don’t forget that’

almost bit a major artery in your leg

ALMOST

there was a lot of blood but it’s okay cause you didn’t die and it only turned him on more

he will try any angle that feels good

he MAKES you flexible

this bitch definitely growls

LOVES to make you watch how he disappears inside you

def has a mirror next to his bed

“look at how good i fuck you.” swiss grips your face and makes you turn to look at yourself in the mirror next to him bed. “look at how well your slutty hole takes me ahh fucking whore for my cock.”

you let out a pathetic whimper that makes swiss chuckle as he pushes your head back into the mattress.

“keep your eyes on me.” he whispers in your ear as he holds the back of your neck. he plants a swift smack on your ass before rubbing his hand over it gently to soothe the sting.

“good play thing.”

➳ mountain

he knows his size

he also knows how to use it

OH LORD

he is so gentle tho

a little scared he’ll hurt you

he also can’t degrade you

he tried and HE ended up crying

loves how he towers over your body

can and will man handle you which means he will fuck you everywhere he can

the wall, the bathroom, the practice room

everywhere

loves the thrill of getting caught

‘shhh baby you don’t want us to get caught do you?’

he loves when you’re vocal, since he kinda just grunts and groans

mountain lifts your leg gently for better access and you can’t help but moan loudly before his hand covers your mouth and he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“so loud, i’m starting to think you want someone to catch us pretty thing.”

your eyes squeeze shut as your body is hit with another wave of pleasure as you feel mountain’s free hand take yours to guide it down your chest and stop at your abdomen before pressing down.

“i’m right here, you feel that?”

➳ phantom

i love phantom i do but he’s younger and doesn’t have as much as experience as the other ghouls

that being said

he focuses a little too much on himself but

HE WHIMPERS

‘ah fuck’

he loves holding you close to him while thrusting into you

doesn’t pull out all the way, he kind of just jerks into you really fast

lil jackhammer

he learns how to make you feel good from your guidance

likes when you communicate how you feel during sex

he likes seeing you cry but only because it feels good

he doesn’t like hurting you

bites you but not hard enough to draw blood

he likes praising you

very possessive

phantom places gentle kisses over the fresh indent of his teeth on your neck while holding onto you for dear life.

“such a good little thing for me nghh so tight, all mine.”

you’ll admit he was going a little too fast for it to feel good on you end, that was until you adjusted your hips and he started hitting a certain spot that had your legs shaking.

phantom takes notice of this almost immediately.

“i hit your sweet spot didn’t i?”

“p-phantom i need to you slow down and keep that angle.” your eyes are practically rolling back into your head at this point as he listens to your instructions.

“fuck you’re squeezing me so tight.”

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[pascaloverx]

DEVIL (+18)

Summary: You are a demonic creature, capable of doing whatever you please, whenever you wish. Your goal on Earth is to terrorize as many souls as possible. Until, in a small community, you find the perfect victim for your mischievous games: Father Charlie Mayhew.

Author's Note: Frankly, I just needed to write something about this character portrayed by Nicholas Alexander Chavez. The character and others, apart from Y/N, are not my creation. They belong to the Grotesquerie (2024) universe created by Ryan Murphy. So, dear readers, I must say I didn’t expect to write more than one chapter for this fanfic. But here we are now at the third chapter. I’d love to know if you’d like more chapters or if you’re satisfied so far. Depending on how this chapter performs, I’ll bring you more sinful priest content. I’ve also been considering the possibility of writing another fanfic featuring Dr. Charlie Mayhew (those who follow Grotesquerie may already know him). If you’re interested, feel free to comment. Thank you to everyone who reads my fic. See you soon!

Content Warning: This chapter contains adult language as well as adult content.

TWO FOUR

THREE

"Free yourself from Father Mayhew, demon. There is nothing more pathetic than being emotionally involved with a mere sinful mortal. Kill him, soon." The message arrives in a self-destructing letter, signed by the dark master, as if it were meant to intimidate you. You let out a laugh, dismissing the threat with a wave of your hand. You’ll part with your priest when you choose, not even Satan himself will sway your decision. The warm water envelops you, fragrant bubbles rising around you as you sip your wine, savoring the luxurious moment. It’s a reminder of your power, of the pleasures you can indulge in. As the warmth seeps into your bones, you can’t help but think of Father Mayhew, his struggles, and the delicious chaos you’ve woven into his life. This game has only just begun.

Until his voice fills the space, your priest is calling out for you. “Forgive me, Father, but I wish to continue sinning. I miss the demonic essence of the sinful creature that invades my mind every morning and night. I will not deceive you; I want that demon for myself, just as I fear that I no longer belong to my Blessed God, but rather to her. She has infected me, like a disease. She inhabits my skin, as if she seeks to dominate me. If it is your will, quench the thirst I have for her lips. Erase the memory of her skin against mine, but I implore you, Almighty God, bring her back to me.” You’ve avoided him for days since your last encounter, as it should be. Otherwise, it would seem like you are taking his side, sparing him from the consequences of his desires. The game continues, and you revel in the anticipation of his next move. Each prayer, each desperate plea only deepens your resolve, drawing you back into his world. The tension between sin and devotion creates a thrilling dynamic that you can’t ignore.

Suddenly, the taste of alcohol in your wine no longer intoxicates you. You crave the taste of him on your lips. He is not the only one feeling sick; you sense that he is infecting you as well. Resisting temptation is becoming nearly impossible. You step out of the bath, hair still damp, contemplating your next move. A red dress lies on your bed, paired with matching heels on the floor of your room. It is time to go and make a confession.

You slip into the dress, feeling the fabric hug your form perfectly, and the heels elevate your presence, transforming you into a vision of temptation. The mirror reflects a figure that embodies both allure and danger, a demon ready to weave her spell once more. You arrive at the church abruptly, using your powers to teleport to the entrance of the sacred space. The familiar scent of incense and polished wood surrounds you as you step inside, the heavy doors closing silently behind you.

The priest Mayhew stands before the altar, clad in leather pants that leave his butt exposed, as if he has emerged from the depths of the most sinful fantasy. He wears a sheer lace nightgown that accentuates his form, embodying an alluring mix of innocence and decadence. As he extinguishes the flickering candles, there is an air of temptation surrounding him, making the scene both captivating and provocative.

He hears the thunderous sound of the doors closing behind you, turning to look at you as if he’s about to melt under your gaze. A sly smile plays on your lips as you approach him slowly, without uttering a word. With each step you take toward him, he seems to lose his breath, anticipation palpable in the air. "Are you really here?" he whispers as you come to stand before him, his hand gripping the candle snuffer tightly.

You gaze at him from head to toe, using your powers to reignite all the candles once more. "The way you’re speaking, it sounds like you've been hallucinating about me, Father Mayhew," you say, bringing your face closer to his to murmur, "I prefer the flames lit, if you don't mind." Then, you gently take the candle snuffer from his trembling hands.

"I feared you’d never return, that I'd lost the chance to…" Father Mayhew begins, though he trails off, seeming entranced by your scent as he closes his eyes, breathing you in deeply. You toss the candle snuffer into a distant corner of the church, feeling the candlelight’s warmth casting a glow over your skin. "So much fear that you resorted to prayer to bring me closer?" you say, your words nearly brushing his lips. His eyes open, meeting yours, as if filled with something unsaid, struggling to form the words he dares not speak.

"I didn’t know who else to turn to, to have you near again. And talking to God is… well, what I do best, so I thought it was worth a try," Father Mayhew says, a trace of a seductive smile on his lips, unable to hide his excitement.

"Are you aware that your request was never heard by your God, but rather by a far lower realm? That's why I'm here." Your gaze remains serious as he processes this revelation, realization dawning in his eyes. His expression, rich with guilt and desire, compels you to place your hands on his face, your thumbs tracing the edges of his lips, soft against his skin. His eyes drift shut as he leans into your touch, surrendering to the moment.

"I feel as though, to see you again, I’d set this place ablaze until nothing but ashes remained, demon. I wasn’t joking when I said you were infecting me," Father Mayhew’s voice is low, gravelly, as though he desperately wants you to understand his sincerity. When he opens his eyes, it’s as if he’s allowing you to glimpse the turmoil inside him, a fragile resolve on the brink of surrender. You lean towards him, licking between his lips.

"Let me be your faith, your cure; I promise, Father, I’ll show you how serving a darker purpose can be… fulfilling," you murmur, brushing a brief, enticing kiss over his lips. His eyelids flutter weakly, as if each blink is his attempt to convince himself this is real. Suddenly, you feel his strong arm around your waist, drawing you close until you're pressed against him, his breath warm and heavy against your neck. The sweet scent of him fills your senses, leaving no doubt of his surrender as he pulls you into this forbidden embrace.

"Take me as yours, sinner. Possess me, demon. I've wanted to know what it is to belong to you since the moment you set foot in my church," Father Mayhew breathes, closing the distance between you with no hesitation. His lips find yours in a fervent kiss, his tongue tracing over yours as if to claim you entirely, the intensity of his need nearly overwhelming. It’s as if, in this moment, he truly believes you both could merge into one, the heat of it igniting between you in an almost unbearable way. You're almost impatient, you need to feel him. It seems for a moment that he understands this, as he He lifts you up with his arms, you leaning on his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips still against yours as he carries you to one of the church benches. He sits down, positioning you on his lap. His hands make their way inside your dress, and yes, he holds your ass firmly.

"Father, I have sinned. I believe there is a suitable punishment for me so that I may be forgiven." You speak in a sly way as if to provoke him, seeing Father Mayhew's eyes darker, with a slight air of perversion. He grabs your ass tightly, moaning close to your ear as your pussy rubs lightly under his cock. You pull his hand towards you, removing it from your ass, and licking two of his fingers. You taste Father Mayhew's fingers while keeping your gaze fixed on him. You then guide his fingers inside your pussy. As soon as his cold fingers enter you, you let out a moan, still holding his hand to go deeper into your pussy.

"Tell me what punishment you think is appropriate for a nefarious sinner like you. Show repentance and you will be forgiven,"Father Mayhew is sticking his fingers deep inside you, who were slowly losing your sanity. Sometimes you rolled over Father Mayhew's fingers hoping to feel him even deeper inside you. The speed at which his fingers were fucking you was supernatural, you could feel how hard Father Mayhew's cock was getting just from you bouncing under his fingers. His available hand was helping you with the movements, helping you arch your body more while holding your waist. Your hands at that moment were wrapped around his shoulders, almost grabbing his neck. At some point when his fingers entered faster, you almost let out a groan, pulling Father Mayhew's hair back, leaving his neck arched in front of you. You reached down to the exposed area of his neck and took hold of it, biting down hard as Father Mayhew continued to finger fuck you. He let out a low moan that sounded like he was enjoying the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin.

In an erotic way, he murmurs "You can taste my blood and satisfy all my desires, demon." It's like he's giving himself more and more to you, which makes you even more horny for him. Bobbing up and down on his fingers with an animalistic ferocity, you feel Father Mayhew's skin cut into your mouth as you sink your teeth into his neck. The sweet taste of his blood fills your mouth, at times like these, you wish you were a vampire and drank all the warm blood of your sweet Father Mayhew.

"Father Mayhew, if I could explain to you what it feels like to take you in this way, rest assured, all the demons would be lining up to taste it." You say pushing yourself even harder against Father Mayhew's fingers until he begins to gently massage your clit while fingering you. You find yourself moaning out countless curse words as you hold onto Father Mayhew until you cum all over his fingers. Your satisfaction is so great that you immediately capture his lips with yours in a breathtaking kiss. For a moment it seems like you're battling to see who can leave the other breathless. His tongue exploring every part of your mouth while his fingers are still buried in your pussy. The taste of his blood that was in your mouth becoming predominant, making the kiss even wilder. As soon as his lips leave yours, you feel a desperation for more. He removes his fingers from inside you and, keeping his gaze fixed on you, licks his fingers covered in your cum.

"You may be a demonic creature but you taste heavenly, demon." He murmurs close to your ear as he finishes tasting you. You hold his face in your hands and then give him a kiss, more calmly. You pull yourself out of his lap between kisses, heading towards the lit candles. Father Mayhew quickly removes his garment, throwing his clothes on the church floor. You slowly walk towards him with the candle in your hands, feeling the heat of it warming your hand. He is naked, with an erect cock.

"You know, Father Mayhew, one of the best parts about being involved with a demon is the countless ways you can explore new experiences," you whisper, settling into your Father Mayhew's lap. Since you came to church without panties, as soon as you sit on him, his cock enters your wet pussy, almost sliding inside it. You both moan from the delicious sensation of feeling each other.

"Let's see if you like this one..." You say, giving him a long kiss, feeling him completely surrendered to you. Holding the lit candle under his neck, as the candle melts, burning Father Mayhew's skin, you hear him let out a pained grunt. He lifts his face towards you, holding tightly onto your waist as he feels the pain. You're enjoying yourself, but as soon as the candle melts once more, you run your tongue over the parts of his body that the candle hurt. He shivers at the sensation of your tongue moving from his neck to his chest but seems relieved when the pain subsides.

"You will be the death of me, demon." Father Mayhew speaks and then kisses you aggressively, as if he is thirsty for your lips. He bites your lip as he kisses you, as if he wants to return the pain you caused him in such an erotic way. You then grind under his cock, making him throw his head back with the pleasure of feeling his cock entering your pussy even further. It's delicious to see him lost in lust, so you start to move up and down on his cock. He holds his arms around your waist as if he is holding you to him while you ride his cock almost madly. His moans make you almost overflow with pleasure as you ride his cock like you're riding a horse. Father Mayhew at one point removes his hands from your waist and tears your dress with his hands, right at the neckline. Your breasts are on display, which seems to be his goal. He puts his hands around your breasts, pinching the tips of your nipples. You let out a drawn-out moan as you feel his cock filling you and the delicious sensation of his hands stimulating your breasts. His lips begin to bite one of your breasts, sometimes biting the nipple, sometimes sucking. The feeling of his tongue on your skin is devilishly delicious, his soft lips delighting in your breasts, while he starts licking the other breast while stimulating the other with his fingers. The rhythm of your bouncing on his cock increases as you feel yourself coming again and you want to give Father Mayhew the same feeling. Your pussy is taking Father Mayhew's cock so well that it doesn't take long before you both cum, moaning loudly as his cum finally fills you. For a second you both stare at each other, breathless and surrendered to each other. He smirks as he stands up from the church pew, his cock still inside you, carrying you with him.

"Blow out the candles, demon," he whispers close to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Using your powers, you blow out the candles, only for Father Mayhew to throw the candles along with other religious items that were under a table onto the floor.

"What are you doing, Father Mayhew?" you ask, genuinely wondering what he wants. He rests your ass on the table, using it as support to then put his cock in you, with more precision. He slowly thrusts his cock into your pussy while holding your legs so you don't fall. His nails scratching all the way from your feet to your thighs. You grip his hair tightly, pulling it back as Father Mayhew begins to pick up speed in his thrusts.

"I'm giving you reasons not to take so long to come back, memorable memories to keep you tied to me." He says, looking at you, while he thrusts his cock into your pussy without mercy. You then hold Father Mayhew's ass as you feel your orgasm come, feeling him fuck you so good. Father Mayhew's cock enters you deep in one swift motion and you cum, squeezing his ass hard. Your legs are already weak even though you are not human, your body behaves like a human body. Still, you wrap your legs around Father Mayhew's waist as if urging him to finish what he started. He captures your lips with his as he thrusts his cock into you two more times before cumming while still kissing you. Then he rests his head on your shoulder, clearly exhausted. And for a moment it's like you're between heaven and hell. He desecrating the sacred environment and breaking celibacy, you ignoring hell's orders to capture his soul.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Three: Return of the Kink

Day 13: Room Service (Bath Sex)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Medic treats you to a surprise to make up for some past incidents (can be read as a sequel to the 27th chapter of my very first Kinktober series!)

Tags: Bath sex, fingering, oral, aftercare

Word Count: 3.5k

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The hotel elevator could not possibly be any slower. As if the fact that the staff had forgotten to stock your room with toiletries wasn’t enough, not to mention the non-existent room service. The phone in your room didn’t even ring when you tried to call the front desk. You had needed to go out to get some of the bare necessities. The bag of travel sized shampoo and conditioner felt heavy in your hand. Thankfully there was a convenience store just next door.

Finally the elevator arrived on your floor, and you reached your room, unlocking it with a click. You entered to find Medic reclined in a chair, reading a book, or rather, pretending to read a book. How did you know he was pretending? Well, Medic hadn’t packed any books on this trip, and the only one available in the hotel room was the Bible. You had a feeling that a man who had sold several souls to Satan wouldn’t have much use for such a thing.

“Ah, you’re back!” Medic said, tossing the religious text onto a nearby table without a care.

“Yeah, finally. That damn elevator…” you muttered a few curses to yourself.

“Oh, you poor thing.” Medic rushed forward, taking the bag from you. “Here, let me take this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Poor thing? That’s a bit much.”

Medic laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound. His joy was contagious. Even when the two of you were on the battlefield together, he could make you laugh alongside him. “I suppose that’s true. You are quite capable of dealing with such a minor inconvenience,” he said. You met Medic’s gaze. He was grinning, and his gaze was lit up with something you knew all too well.

“Oh no,” you said. “You’ve done something.”

Medic had the decency to look taken aback, albeit poorly. You knew him too well, and you knew that look. It was the same look he had when he told you about his exploits in sewing baboon uteruses into his colleagues. It was the same look he had when he transplanted a would-be mugger’s brain into a pumpkin. You probably would have also noticed that same look on his face as he performed your heart operation for the Ubercharge when you two had first met, but you were a bit distracted by the fact that one of your vital organs had just burst in his hands. It was a look that meant, ‘I know something you don’t know.’

“Perhaps I have,” Medic said, grinning even wider before clearing his throat. “I’ve planned a little something for you, liebe.”

“Really?” You were still suspicious. There was still a chance that this ‘little something’ might involve impromptu surgery.

“Since we spent our previous vacation days smuggling exotic animal organs-”

“Yes, I remember the whale liver,” you said. “Vividly.”

“Of course,” Medic said with a nervous laugh. “Well, I wanted to make it up to you.”

“Oh, is that so?” Medic didn’t respond, wordlessly leading you to the bathroom. Even though you had been assured that this was not an organ smuggling trip, part of you expected to see a basin full of viscera on ice behind the bathroom door. Instead, you were met with a jacuzzi tub filled with warm water and bubbles. Rose petals floated on the surface, dappling the soap foam with flecks of crimson. You picked one up, feeling it between your fingers. Sure enough, they were quite real.

“Well, liebchen?” Medic asked, motioning towards the scene before you. You were pleasantly surprised, to say the least, but unsure of what to say. After a bit of pondering you ultimately settled on a simple question.

“Where did you get real rose petals?”

“I borrowed them from Spy,” Medic said, looking very proud of himself. You gave him a skeptical look.

“Borrowed?”

His composure faltered with a nervous laugh. “Aheh- well, more like, borrowed without him knowing…”

You sighed. Medic had always been one to follow the ‘ask for forgiveness, not for permission’ philosophy. That usually applied when he was sewing baboon uteruses into unsuspecting men, however it apparently applied to petty rose petal theft as well. You also couldn’t help but wonder why the hell Spy just happened to have a stash of fresh rose petals ready to go in the middle of a war zone, but those were questions for later.

You kissed him suddenly. It was nothing more than a quick peck, but it succeeded in flustering Medic enough to make his cheeks go pink. “Thank you for this,” you said, smiling up at him. He returned your smile before pulling you back in for another kiss, this one much more passionate. “Medic,” you gasped when the two of you finally parted. “You hid the hotel toiletries, didn’t you?”

“Well, I needed some way to get you out of the room for a while,” he admitted.

“And the lack of room service?” you asked.

“I just unplugged the phone.”

“Devious,” you chuckled, a bit ashamed that you hadn’t thought to check the plug in the first place. Then again, if you had, you probably wouldn’t have had this. “Well, I’d better make use of this bath before it gets cold, shouldn’t I?”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t put on a bit of a show for him as you undressed. The way you shimmied your pants down your legs with a little extra sway of your hips was especially bold. The shirt came off, your underwear and bra were thrown to the floor, and eventually you were fully undressed in front of the tub. Medic stared at the display with rapt attention, eyes darting between you and the pile of discarded clothes left upon the tile floor.

A soft laugh escaped you as you entered the tub. You could see the way Medic’s gaze raked over your body as you submerged yourself in the water, bubbles and froth just barely covering your chest. Medic let out a shaky breath as you began to settle into the water. His staring was anything but subtle.

“Are you going to join me?” you asked, smirking back at him and kicking your legs lazily in the spacious tub. “There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Come here, lean against the edge for me.”

“Alright,” you said, a little confused but curious. You sat back against the side of the tub, facing away from Medic. His hands came to rest on your shoulders for a moment before starting to rub gently, yet firmly. “Oh!” You gasped as he began to work the muscles, easing the tension out of your shoulders and then moving to your collar and around your neck. “Oh, that’s really nice.”

“I thought you might like this,” Medic said, sounding quite proud of himself. His medical knowledge was coming in handy as well. He knew just which muscles to focus on, and how to soothe the tension out of them. “Lean forward just a little. That way I can get your back as well.”

You did as he said, trying not to shiver as his fingers worked up your spine. His palms then splayed out over your upper back, massaging, caressing, and making you sigh with every delicate touch. Oh, those sounds you were making, so reminiscent of something far less wholesome. Medic reminded himself to be patient. He would get to that soon enough. The first order of business was to warm you up and relax your body.

The heels of his hands pressed hard along the middle of your back, working out an especially stubborn knot of tense muscle. That effort rewarded him with an outright moan. It sure as hell didn’t make it any easier for Medic to keep his cool. After a few deep breaths, he pulled his hands away. You heard the distinctive pop of a bottle opening, but before you could turn around, his hands were back, now massaging your scalp and working up a lather with some shampoo. You took a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of the soap as it reached you. There were notes of something floral, perhaps lavender.

When he was done, you dipped your head beneath the water, rinsing the soap out before letting him move on to the conditioner. He worked that product through your hair with just as much diligence. You could get used to being pampered like this, however a subtle twinge of desire chipped away at your mind. This whole situation- being washed by your lover, your naked body barely concealed by frothy bubbles- was undeniably intimate. It led your mind to wander.

“Your face is red, liebling,” Medic said, ever observant. “Is the water too hot?”

His question sounded so damn innocent, and it probably was. You weren’t worked up enough for him to start outright teasing you yet. “No, it’s not too hot,” you said. “It’s perfect, this is all perfect.”

Medic cupped your cheek, turning your face until he could lean down to kiss you. He was surprisingly chaste, going slow and soft, feeling the heat radiating off of you. Oh he definitely knew why you were blushing now. He parted from you with a soft gasp. “Do you want me to touch you, schatz?”

You stammered, tongue tied and flustered beyond belief. “You are touching me,” you said, mentally slapping yourself for giving such a deadpan answer. “I mean, you were. The massage, and washing me, and-”

“You know what I really mean,” Medic laughed.

He was right. You knew exactly what he meant, and you knew exactly what you wanted. Getting the words out was the challenging part. You took a deep breath. “I would like that,” you said, miraculously managing to keep your voice steady. “Please.”

He pushed his sleeves up higher before dipping an arm into the water. “Lean back, liebchen.” You rested your head against the edge of the bathtub. He began by caressing your thighs before letting his fingers brush over your entrance. Just that small gesture made you buck forward slightly. “Ooh, so sensitive!” Medic teased. You trapped your lower lip between your teeth to smother any embarrassing noises as he began to rub slow circles over your clit.

Medic leaned forward against the side of the bathtub, his head next to yours, his chin resting on your shoulder. You shivered when his stubble brushed against your neck. He knew how ticklish you were, smiling to himself when he managed to draw out a barely restrained giggle that ultimately devolved into a moan. You were so soft, melting into his touch like butter. Both the steam from the bath and your own arousal colored your cheeks, giving you a perpetual blush. It was an adorable look for you.

Trying to take things a step further, Medic began to press into you. Usually you would be quite wet enough to take two fingers, but just one caused you to pull back with a wince. It seemed that the bath water ironically hindered any attempt at penetration. So much for water equating to wetness, at least, not the kind of wetness you needed. “Sorry,” you apologized. “Here, maybe if I get out-”

“Nein, it’s perfectly fine, liebe.” Medic placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from leaving the warm embrace of the bath. “Would you like to keep going as we were before?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It felt nice with you just touching me.” Medic smiled, eager to return to pampering his little dove.

Soft gasps and sweet little moans escaped you as he returned to circling your clit, barely touching it enough to get a reaction. His free hand joined the fray, massaging your chest and brushing against your nipples. You bit your lip as Medic took full advantage of how sensitive they were.

“Don’t be shy,” Medic whispered, his lips close to your ear. “Let me know how good you feel.” You let a louder moan slip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. You would have gone even redder if you could see the self-satisfied grin Medic was sporting. From behind, he began to kiss the nape of your neck, moving along your collarbone every so often, whispering soft praises and sweet nothings. “Sehr schön, you look so beautiful like this, liebchen. Just relax, let your doctor take care of you.”

Well, you were nothing if not obedient. You let Medic have his way with you while you just sat back and enjoyed the ride, surrounded by warm water dotted with iridescent bubbles. Said water began to ripple as your breath started to quiver, chest rising and falling at a faster and faster pace. You squirmed, unable to keep the slight tremor out of your muscles. That pleasure was starting to reach a peak, and you couldn’t keep yourself still. Medic took notice, of course, letting his lips brush against your ear.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned at first. His strokes slowed, but a desperate whine from you quickly confirmed that your squirming was not born of discomfort. His tone shifted. “Ooh, is my little dove getting close?”

You gave a quick nod, whimpering as his pace began to speed up. You wanted this to last longer, but he was so talented with his fingers that holding back was a futile effort.

“I’ve got you, just let go.” You felt his arm wrap around your body and a pair of lips pressed against your cheek right before your resistance caved and your orgasm overtook you. Medic held you close, barely paying any mind to the way the bath water spilled over onto the floor as you shuddered and arched back against the tub. “That’s it. Gott, you’re so beautiful, so soft,” he murmured. His strokes eased up before stopping completely. The gentle pressure of his arm around you kept you grounded as you came down from the high.

Your eyes fell closed and you lost track of where Medic’s hands roamed. One caressed your chest, momentarily squeezing one of your breasts and making you gasp. Leaning back, you rested your head on his shoulder only to find that you were met with damp fabric. “Fuck, I splashed water on you, didn’t I?” you sighed. “Sorry.”

Medic laughed softly. “It’s fine, liebe.” It was humorous that you thought a little water was of any concern. After all, you had seen him splattered with blood and viscera both on the battlefield and in his operating room countless times. Then again, you were rather out of it at the moment, still basking in the afterglow.

“Can you help me get out?” you asked after a moment, noticing that the water was beginning to turn cold. “I’m not sure my legs will hold.”

Medic offered you his arm, supporting your weight as you hoisted yourself out of the water. He reached in, pulling the drain plug and letting the soapy water slowly spiral down. A soft towel was draped over your shoulders, its plush texture protecting you from any chill. Your mind felt delightfully hazy, simply enjoying that post-orgasm bliss. It was only when Medic stripped his wet shirt off that you snapped back to attention, not about to miss a chance to admire that sight. It was only when he proceeded to kneel between your legs that you realized he may have more than just eye candy in store.

All you managed to say when he gently pushed your thighs apart was a surprised, “Oh.”

He smiled up at you, head tilted like a curious puppy. It was an ironically adorable look for a man as dangerous as him. “Again?” he asked, no further words needing to be spoken for you to understand his meaning.

“If you want to,” you said, spreading your legs slightly wider with a smirk.

Medic mirrored your expression, resting his hands on your thighs and gently massaging the soft flesh. “Let me make you feel good, Liebchen.”

You saw it coming, but the sensation of his tongue lapping over your cunt still managed to draw a sharp gasp from you, one which quickly dissolved into a moan when he pushed in deeper. You tried your best not to squirm- mostly because you were seated precariously on the narrow edge of a bathtub. Perhaps this wasn’t the best place for a bit of impromptu cunnilingus, but you weren’t going to say no to Medic’s offer of a second round, and you certainly weren’t going to ask him to stop now.

Every little noise you made seemed to spur him on. Medic was practically burying his face against you, breathing in your scent with every rushed inhale. The rose and lavender from the bath water mixed with your natural aroma, so sweet and intoxicating. Each breath he took was beginning to make his head spin, like he was getting his own personal high- or maybe the pressure of your thighs against his skull was beginning to get to him.

Your climax came on quicker this time, given that you were still quite sensitive. Medic felt you grow slick against his tongue, and he took advantage of it. With newfound ease, he slipped a finger into you, curling it against the spot that he knew would have you seeing stars. If the way you started gasping his name and tugging his hair was any indication, he had found it. You steered him with that death grip on his hair, guiding him up to your clit.

“I’m close,” you whined, cursing under your breath at how quickly he had managed to bring you to the edge. You had hoped to hold out for a little longer.

Any disappointment you may have felt was washed away when your second orgasm of the night hit you with a full body shudder. Medic groaned against you, the subtle vibrations against your clit making you buck forward unexpectedly, nearly tumbling off the edge of your seat. Thankfully, Medic was able to sit up just in time to catch you, pulling you forward to lean against him. You were so dizzy and high on endorphins that he wondered if you even realized how close you had come to toppling backwards into the tub. Based on the dazed grin you currently wore, you either didn’t know or didn’t care.

“Careful, liebling,” Medic said. “We don’t want you getting hurt.”

You giggled, throwing your arms over his shoulders. “It’s a good thing a doctor isn’t too far away. Well, ex-doctor.”

Medic rolled his eyes, chuckling softly at your little quip. He sat you back on the edge of the tub, making sure you were steady before he began to dry you off with the towel he had draped over your shoulders earlier. You were mostly dry already, with Medic just giving you a quick once over. By the time he was done you were already being overcome with a gradual, pleasant euphoria, the second afterglow beginning to settle over you.

Noticing that you were beginning to drift, Medic led you out of the bathroom. You leaned heavily on him, grateful to finally set foot on the carpeted floor and no longer be subjected to the potentially slippery tile of the bathroom. However, you immediately began to shiver when exposed to the cold hotel room air. Why these establishments felt the need to constantly blast the air conditioning, you would never know.

“Let’s get you under the covers,” Medic said, guiding you to the bed where you immediately collapsed into the mattress. The pillow was cool against your burning cheeks. You heard the sound of the television across the room being turned on, the volume down low, just enough to offer a bit of ambient noise. Medic knew you too well, and that included the fact that you struggled to sleep in complete silence. Something about the total lack of noise felt oppressive, probably because you had long since gotten used to the chaos of your home base.

A content sigh was the only sound that left you when Medic settled in beside you, pulling you to his chest and letting you relax into the warmth of his body. He pulled the covers up around the two of you, and eventually your shivering ebbed. “Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open, liebchen,” Medic crooned, watching you try and fail to blink away the fatigue.

“I should do something-” you said, drowsily, interrupting yourself with a yawn. “You know, something to return the favor for all of this, to make you feel good too.”

“You don’t need to repay me for anything. This was all about you.” Medic kissed your forehead, his fingers combing through your hair and brushing over your scalp in a way that broke your resolve to stay awake. You let your eyes fall shut, finally admitting defeat in your losing battle with the allure of sleep. “That’s it, rest now, liebchen. We can sleep in for as long as we want tomorrow.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You were practically asleep before he even finished his sentence.

[ifearzombies]

The Little ‘I Love You’s

Lucifer:

- Wakes you up early so you can have quiet moments alone with tea or coffee and food that Beel won’t have a chance to steal. - Brings you little things back from the human world when he goes. While he knows you want to stay where you are, he knows humans miss ‘home’ too. - Steals a smooch when no one else is looking.

Mammon:

- Steals from you less than anyone else. He can’t help his nature, but he avoids your room for items to steal as much as he can - On days you’re feeling down, he will interject and tell you that you’re doing something. He never tells you why, but it’s clearly to distract you. - Nights when you have nightmares he is always the one that hears you and comes to cuddle you and hold you. You don’t know how he always knows, but you’re glad all the same.

Leviathan:

- He’ll wait for you for the latest episode of whatever “has too long a title” anime he’s been passionate about. Fantasy is an experience, and it should be shared. - He makes you outfits you see in the shows you say you like. They’re made just for you- your size and shape despite him not having ever measured you. - His snack and ramen rations now include some of your favorites so that the next time Beel destroys the kitchen, you can come to him.

Satan: - He cleans his room on the nights you want to spend in his bed. Well. He makes a path and clears off the bed- but you can at least walk through the room and use the bed with him. - He has a shelf with just books he thinks you’ll like based on what you’ve told him. A mini library in his room for your quiet night time moments where you cuddle and read. - Like Lucifer he steals smooches when no one is looking. You will never tell him of this shared habit of theirs. Asmodeus: - He paints your nails and brushes your hair while he tells you how beautiful you are inside and out. He’s more complimentary when you’ve had a bad day - You are allowed to use his bath, even if you do not want him to join you. - He tucks a flower in your hair every chance he gets. Beelzebub: - He saved you a snack from his snack bag. He heard you mention you were craving it and wants to share it with you. - He carries you every chance he gets and uses that as an excuse to give you affectionate nuzzles. - He lets you climb him like a tree to sit on his shoulders to reach stuff and holds you steady. Belphegor: - He will go to demon form just to wrap his tail around you while you cuddle. - Invite you to the attic for what he and Beel call ‘Sandwich Cuddles’ and when you do, you get to use his favorite pillow - He makes it a point to drink stuff with high amounts of caffeine when you have plans to stay awake just for you. -------------------------------------------------------- MC: - On days Lucifer runs himself ragged and it’s his turn to cook, you message the household and say you feel like cooking. Lucifer knows why you do it and says a secret thank you once the meal is over. - You know Mammon can’t help but steal. You have a place in your room that you know Mammon looks through. You put some money in there whenever you see it empty. Mammon knows you do this and never steals from anywhere else in the room. - You show up for your anime-fest with pizza and drinks and bring your futon mattress so you can cuddle on it while you enjoy the fantasy anime together. - You bring a new mystery book with you every time you spend the night with Satan. You haven’t clued him in that Cat Mystery is a genre of mystery novels yet, but with each one you bring, he’s started to catch on. He’s eager for the next one. - You treat Asmo to a spa day and get facials and massages with him. You tell him that maintaining his beauty is a lot of work and he’s SO GLAD someone finally sees that!

- Beel is an easy man to please. The way to his heart is quite literally his stomach. It takes days of planning, but Beel always loves when you do a feast day and spend an entire day cooking to make enough food to make him full. He’s cried literal tears of happiness over it. It can only be done once a month, but the absolute pure joy in his eyes is worth it.

- You hold Belphie and tell him. He struggles so much with thinking you could never forgive him for literally killing you. But you hold him and tell him you love him. You run a hand through his hair and tell him you forgive him. And when he says he doesn’t deserve it, you remind him that forgiveness is a gift. And you gave it to him a long time ago.

[vylithscat]

their colognes and smells - obey me! hcs

prompt: you’ve spent your time around demons, angels and even a human sorcerer so often that you've begun picking up the smells that signal they're nearby. genre: general, slight fluff, you/your pronouns pairings: bros, dateables (minus luke) & sides word count: 1.5k

Lucifer doesn’t pile on his cologne, he prefers a lighter one with faint traces of citrus and cedarwood. As long as the scent will get you clinging to his side and commenting on it, he’ll try it once. His chest puffs out slightly each time you do, a smile tugging on his lips as he mumbles a thank you. When he isn’t going out, and your face is buried into the crook of his neck as he works, you can pick up traces of the ink he uses and a faint hint of rose and lilac. It’s almost dizzying how well everything gently mixes together, and it helps you drift to sleep in his lap before he carries you to his bed.

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Mammon’s cologne is the heaviest of anyone around you. You can tell when he’s approaching, and when he’s found his way next to you. He often prefers smells that are pleasing to you; warm and an after scent of spices like nutmeg and cinnamon. It compliments him well and doesn’t hurt your nostrils. Despite how much he piles on, when it finally begins to dwindle and you stuff your face into his hair, you can smell Grimm. It’s subtle, carefully acknowledging how much of his time is spent around the currency. The metal doesn’t burn, and the paper smell of it is all the more subtle, but you can still smell what he’s around the most, besides you.

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Leviathan never really wears cologne. He finds it stupid and a waste of his time, adding some random scent to yourself. If you like it, he won’t care, but he’ll snip a comment about his brother’s cologne from time to time, especially if they pile it on and burn his nose. Since he doesn’t wear any, the only thing you can smell when you’re laying with him is shampoo. A gentle mix of hibiscus and mint greets your nose when you rest your head near the demon, the scent grows a slight bit stronger if you mess with his hair and his chirp of embarrassment sends a smile across your face.

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Satan doesn’t care much about cologne and sticks to the same one if he likes its fragrance. The only time he’ll try something new is if you hum over a different bottle’s scent. It’s applied sparingly but you can tell when he’s around. He often prefers earthy, woody scents that carefully compliment each other. When it’s faint and the two of you are together, carefully wrapped up in blankets, you can smell his books and their papers gently wafting off of him. It was like waves, carefully cascading over you and helping you feel at peace as you nuzzled deeper into the blankets, stirring the demon next to you with a soft groan.

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Asmodeus prefers perfume over the smell of cologne. The smell is more intense and concentrated, and has more pleasing scents to him. He prefers the floral scents, as they’re more common, but won’t hesitate to try something new or even lend you one if your interest is piqued. When he isn’t wearing anything, which is rather rare, he smells like a freshly run bath, the smell of eucalyptus relaxing your body as if you stepped into a spa. A faint trace of rose petals will often compliment it, the smells mixing together perfectly to help lure you to sleep.

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Beelzebub rarely ever puts on cologne. He doesn’t mind it, but it’s not his thing in the slightest, but he doesn’t need it. When you’re walking, you can tell when he's soon to follow. A light trace of meats follows him anywhere. Anything he eats will often be picked up by him, and it will all carefully compliment each other throughout the day until he ends up falling asleep. Even as he sleeps, a new day of foods and sweets follows him, mixing to make the most delicious smelling meal you could think of.

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Belphegor doesn’t wear cologne. Doesn’t care for it, never has. However, he doesn’t need to care about adding a scent onto him, as he always smells like fresh linen, a gentle trace of freshly cut grass and morning dew following. The smell is the strongest at his waist and hair, and if you were to bury your face in to pick up more of it, you would hear a soft giggle escape the demon’s lips before he tried to hold onto you. The smell helps you feel at ease and will make you sleepy, even more so if he curls himself around you.

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Diavolo wears a lot of cologne, it overpowers those around him but its scent is lovely. It’s the scent of amberwood, carefully brushing against you when he comes up to greet you. When it finally dims, and the scent is faint, you can smell a mix of ink, tea and demonus. On some days, the ink and tea is stronger, and freshly out of a party, all you can smell is demonus. When all together, they come at you in waves, none too strong, but not too subtle. You know he was hard at work when ink hits you first, the scent stronger than anything else.

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Barbatos wears colognes that are heavy but refreshing when he passes by. He prefers those that smell like citrus and fruit, his favorite is a careful blend of apple, lemon and plum with a gentle amount of floral following it. When it becomes faint, it compliments the teas he owns that he picks as he goes about his day. The occasional day where he’s in the kitchen, cooking his heart out, his cologne manages to mix together perfectly with his food, especially those of the sweeter kind. When you’re able to huddle close to him, every scent will fill your mind and make you forget what you were doing for a second, until he coaxes you to a seat to serve you, even for a brief moment.

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Simeon wears his cologne very sparingly. His preferred type smells the most like sage and rosewood, and it compliments the smell of bread that often follows him. Considering where he lives, it’s not much of a surprise he smells like food. Although bread is the strongest, focusing in and nuzzling your face into his side brings out the sweeter, gentler scents. He may smell like a freshly baked pie or a cupcake depending on the day, but they all manage to mix together into the perfect combination.

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Solomon has been through a dozen different colognes throughout his life, and he’s managed to settle on one that’s gentle on those around him. Its strongest scents are cucumber and camelia, carefully mixing together to compliment each other. When it dims and you’re curled up studying with him, he smells like a different mix of woods, almost like you had stepped into a forest. In the morning, if you stayed with him overnight, you can often smell coffee and caramel wafting off him. The woods are still there, making you bury your face into his shoulder to mix everything together into the perfect cabin getaway.

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Raphael’s cologne is another of the lighter scents. He doesn’t pile it on, which makes it hard to pick up the amber and citrus from him, but if you’re able to get close enough, it’ll all mix together nicely. Coming by to visit him at night will greet you with a gentle lavender scent, if he’s freshly out of the shower, it’s even stronger. Messing with his hair will have you hum as it rolls off a little stronger than before. He often gently grumbles and glances at you, asking if you’d like to see what he uses. Aside from his hair, it’s subtle on his shoulders and back, making it a little easier to catch the scent.

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Thirteen has never worn perfume or cologne, she finds putting it on a little stupid. The only way to convince her is during some big event, and even then, she may not agree. In general, she smells like a field of grass and flowers, almost like she had just walked through one. When you first met her though, she smelled like nothing. A faint trace of iron and sulfur floating around her, but not overpowering any earthy or rock smells from her cave. She’s always a dice roll on what she could smell like, day after day, you’re greeted with something new, but you always smell a subtle amount of grass when near her.

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Mephistopheles wears a heavy amount of cologne that it burns ever so slightly. His favorite smells strongly of oakmoss, cedarwood and musk, and it overpowers other smells around you when it’s fresh in the morning. As the day goes on, and his cologne is barely clinging on, when you get closer to him a trace of demonus brushes your nose and sends you looking back at him. He may snap at you when you stare for too long, but the prideful look on his face when you compliment his cologne sends a smile to your lips. The strongest scent of his cologne and the demonus can be found at his jaw and crook of his neck, but good luck getting that close out of nowhere.

[mammons-lover]

Asmodeus Sin: TW wanting to die/self harm

Asmodeus’s sin was hard to pinpoint when he landed in the Devildom. He was already enamored by his looks and loved receiving compliments, so it was difficult to discern when he would succumb to his sin. To the point where they thought something might be wrong with Asmodeus since he didn’t change. But Asmodeus sensed something different in him, though he couldn’t identify it. He thought maybe it was because he looked like a demon now. Every once in a while, he would look at himself in the mirror to see if something was off. But he couldn’t spot the imperfection.

So, he started asking his brothers, but they didn’t see anything wrong with his appearance. He tried to move on, thinking he just needed to adjust to his demon side more. He went about his days with only an itching feeling that something wasn’t right. People at school complimented his looks; it happened when he was eating, walking around, pretty much anywhere. He started to feel better about his appearance and looked at himself in the mirror more often to ensure he looked perfect. Satan noticed this and mentioned it to the others, but no one saw a problem with it.

The more people praised Asmodeus for his looks, the more he started to care about them to the point that he began comparing himself to his brothers. One incident occurred when Mammon started modeling. The day Mammon came home with himself on a magazine cover, everyone praised him, telling him how cool it was, how great he looked, and how he could be Devildom’s next big thing. This shocked Asmodeus to his core. He was angry. How could someone be more beautiful than him? Why couldn’t he be on the cover of a magazine? Why not him?

That night, he tore Mammon’s magazine apart and spent hours trying to perfect his look. When morning came, he saw his tired reflection in the mirror and stayed home from class. From then on, the brothers kept an eye on Asmodeus, concerned about why he was so adamant about looking perfect—actually, better than everyone. They quickly noticed that Asmodeus couldn’t stop looking at himself, whether he was eating, bathing, or even sleeping with a mirror facing him. They knew he was succumbing to his sin like the others, but they couldn’t do anything to make the situation better. They had to leave Asmodeus to his perfectionist insanity.

The night Asmodeus realized he was succumbing to his sin was unforgettable. It started like any other day: he did his morning routine, ate, and headed to class. But he wasn’t expecting to wake up with a pimple. He couldn’t believe his eyes—he, of all people, had acne. Not even Levi got acne. He tried everything to make it disappear without popping it. But at his last straw, he did. He put makeup over it and went about his day.

His day worsened when he cleaned himself off and looked in the mirror. The pimple had left a mark. He started screaming, “No! Why is this happening?” He tried putting creams over it, anything to make it go away, but nothing worked. He screamed and cried, “I need to be perfect! I have to look perfect! If I’m not beautiful, I might as well not be alive, right?”

Satan heard the screaming and rushed to Asmodeus’s door, trying to get him to unlock it. “Come on, Asmo, it can’t be that bad. Just open the door, please.”

Asmo sat on the floor of his room, broken mirror shards all around, crying. “I can’t open the door. You can’t see me like this.”

Satan, unsure what else to do, broke the door down. He was shocked to see Asmodeus clawing at his face until it bled. “Asmo, stop! You’re hurting yourself!” Satan tried to get Asmo’s hands off his face, but pulling them away only made the scratching worse. “Please, Asmo, just look at me, okay? You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with you,” Satan pleaded.

“Look at me! I’m hideous! How can you say I’m fine? Just get away from me!” Asmodeus lashed out, but Satan managed to pin his hands to the ground. Mammon, hearing the noise, ran to get Lucifer. Satan kept Asmodeus pinned, trying to talk sense into him, but nothing worked. He tried telling him he was beautiful, the most perfect demon in the Devildom, but it only made Asmodeus lash out more. In a last-ditch effort, Satan held Asmodeus close and rocked him, speaking soothing words.

When Lucifer and Mammon arrived, they found Satan rocking a bloody, crying Asmodeus in his arms. Lucifer gently took Asmodeus from Satan, instructing the others to fix up the room. He took Asmodeus to his own room and placed him on the bed, first covering any mirrors. “Asmo, I know you don’t want to look at me right now, but I need to stop your bleeding, okay?” Lucifer spoke softly, moving to see Asmodeus’s face.

“I can’t, I’m sorry. Just please don’t look at me,” Asmo cried.

“Asmo, please. I know how to make the marks go away.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but I need to see your face.” Asmodeus turned to Lucifer, who began cleaning the wounds. “Why did you do this to yourself?”

“I don’t know. It just happened, and I couldn’t stop scratching.”

Lucifer applied ointment to close the wounds and sat next to Asmodeus. Asmo laid his head on Lucifer’s lap, still crying. “In the morning, the marks will be gone, but I need you to promise me if you ever feel this way again, you’ll tell me,” Lucifer said.

“I promise,” Asmodeus whispered, falling asleep in Lucifer’s lap. Lucifer moved him gently, then called a family meeting. He stated, “From this moment on, keep your compliments to a minimum. You can let him know he’s beautiful, but don’t overly praise him. It’ll boost his ego, and we don’t need him feeling like he has to be perfect.”

After that day, the brothers understood how destructive their sins could be to themselves.

[nanawritesit]

“Sugar Rush” Starring the Obey Me! Boys: Nana’s Valentine’s Day Special!

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke (platonically!)

Trigger Warnings: kissing (hands, cheeks, lips, neck,) making out, eating chocolate, pinning down, hair being grabbed, bathing together, suggestive remarks, finger sucking, neck biting and marking

I know I’m a couple days late, but this is my v-day treat to all of you :)

Did you all enjoy the pop quiz? I certainly did! Although, I kind of wanted to see what happened next! So, here’s how I imagine you would enjoy the gifts they all gave you in private <3

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Lucifer: Demonus-infused chocolate from The Fall

His office was the only place he could think of that his brothers wouldn’t barge into and ruin your moment. He had taken the black silk sheets off his bed and thrown it over his office chairs to make a little fort. In it he had placed plenty of cushions and blankets to keep you cozy.

As he took your hand and led you inside, you saw two glasses and a bottle of Demonus chilling in an ice bucket as well. There were also some pretty fairy lights draped overtop the chairs for added ambience!

“Oh Lucifer… this is so beautiful. I love it.” you told him, crouching down to sit next to him in the fort.

“Well, I love you.” he chuckled with a tiny smile. He reached over to grab a remote, and after a few clicks of buttons one of your favorite classical records started playing.

“Hopefully you don’t get too buzzed from all the Demonus.” you teased as he poured the glasses.

“Even if I do, I wouldn’t mind.” he mused, handing you your glass. “It’ll only strengthen my affections for you.”

You both shared a grin as you clinked your glasses together. Even though you were immune to the effects of Demonus, you couldn’t ignore the warm fuzzy feeling spreading through your body. You supposed Lucifer was like your own personal brand of alcohol.

“Then, I guess you’ll be giving yourself over to me tonight, completely.” you grinned, taking a sip of your drink. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, making you freeze and stare at him with wide eyes in anticipation.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice dripping in desperation. You had never seen his eyes look so soft, or his cheeks so rosy… it was almost as if he was begging for your confirmation.

You nodded slowly, and in an instant, he had you pinned down to the blankets, his lips connecting with yours. Thank Diavolo you had saved this cursed holiday.

Mammon: Giant Chocolate Coin from Madame Scream

Your coin was leaned up against the balcony rails as you both sat in front of it, breaking off pieces and feeding them to each other.

“Say ah!” Mammon instructed, holding the chocolate up to your lips.

You did as he asked, smiling as you enjoyed the sweet taste. After you swallowed, you looked out through the balcony rails at the city below you. It was truly a wonderful sight, one that you always missed when you were back up in the human world. As you looked down, you wondered how many other lovers were enjoying their chocolate together at this moment. You were glad you had all managed to save Valentine’s Day. When you went to face Mammon to share your thought with him, you froze upon realizing he was staring at you the whole time with a stupid grin on his face.

“What are you looking at?” you asked in a teasing voice.

“Nothin’!” he exclaimed, shrinking away defensively. But his cheeks gave him away, the pink tint letting you know he was flustered.

“It’s okay, I already know you were staring at me.” you chuckled.

“Well I can’t help it!” he grumbled, grabbing your hand. “You’re so pretty when you’re all lost in thought. In fact, you’re gorgeous, all the time, without even trying! It’s not fair…”

You laughed a bit, then titled his chin up to look you in the eye. “I think you’re gorgeous too Mams.”

“Really?” he asked meekly, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. You nodded, and he broke out into an innocent smile, filled to the brim with pure, unbridled joy. He leapt forward and engulfed you into the tightest embrace. “I love you, MC.”

“I love you too Mammon. Happy Valentine’s day.”

Leviathan: Limited edition Ruri-Chan chocolate

You both burst through the doors of his bedroom in excitement, the gifts you gave each other in hand. You quickly ran up to his collectible shelf to place the boxes at the top.

“This is perfect. A precious gift from my only 3D fave, next to all my 2D faves!” Levi squealed.

You chuckled as you placed your Ruri-Chan box next to his. “I can’t wait to eat this chocolate!”

Before you could even turn around, Levi had you scooped up in his arms. You giggled and playfully kicked your feet, pretending to fight back. He just laughed at your attempts. then plopped down into his gaming chair with you on his lap.

“I want to thank you MC.” he started, squeezing your hand softly and looking at you admiringly. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even care that Valentine’s Day almost got cancelled. But now that I have someone special to share it with…” he paused to tap your nose, “I don’t think I can live without it.”

You just giggled and leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. But he pouted a bit when you pulled back.

“Something wrong Levi?” you asked with a cheeky smile.

“Don’t I get more than just a kiss on the cheek? After all, I’m the one who pulled through and saved the day.” he mumbled.

You placed both hands on his jaw and pulled his face towards yours, crashing your lips together roughly. You gripped your fingers into his hair as your tongue slid into his mouth, his hands tightening on your waist in shock. After a while, you bit his bottom lip and pulled back to catch your breath, leaving him to fall back against the chair in amazement.

“Well that was certainly a kiss to remember.” he huffed.

“See what you can get with a little patience?” you retorted, brushing his hair back out of his face. “Now, let’s collect those login bonuses!”

Satan: Rainbow paw print chocolate from Cat’s Eye

Just as he had predicted, the library was totally empty due to the holiday. He grabbed your hand and ran with you through the enormous bookshelves, laughing with such a carefree joy it almost brought a tear to your eye.

“I hardly ever see you this euphoric.” you observed with an admiring smile, catching your breath as you reached your secret reading nook.

“Call it the holiday spirit.” he replied, patting the spot next to him on the couch. You sat down next to him and pulled out the rainbow treat he had given you from your pocket.

“This is the perfect gift. Thank you so much again for getting this for me.” you praised.

He ruffled your hair with a warm smile. “Of course my dear. And thank you very much for my chocolate. Shall we?”

“Yes, although it’s so pretty it’ll be difficult to indulge.” you chuckled, going to remove the gold ribbon from the wrapper.

After a while of eating in silence, he sat his box down and leaned forward to look at you intensely.

“I have an idea.” he proposed, a playful cat-like grin on his face. “Let’s go through the library on our own and try to find the perfect love poems for each other.”

“Sounds like fun.” you told him. “Although I much prefer the ones you write for me yourself.”

He laughed, then glanced down to your lips. He slowly sank his head down to kiss you, softly at first but then growing rougher. He held your hand tightly throughout the kiss, then kissed the back of it after he had pulled away. from your lips.

“I bet I can find one faster than you.” you challenged, quickly jumping up and running away, making him curse at you lovingly before he followed suit.

Asmodeus: Valentine’s Day box from Godevil Chocolatier

Once you had returned to his bedroom, he practically shoved you into the bathroom. You gasped at the sight in front of you. He had a pink strawberry scented bubble bath all ready for you, candles lit and rose petals sprinkled all around.

“Oh Asmo, this is perfect!” you cheered, turning around to hug him.

He giggled, wrapping his arms around you. “I knew you’d love it babe!” He pulled back and titled your chin up to look at him. “Now, let’s shed these clothes and hop in, shall we?”

After a bit of shifting, you were situated between his legs in the warm bath, the chocolates situated next to the tub. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and sunk down with a sigh, relaxing fully into the bubbles.

“Open wide darling-“ he requested, holding a chocolate up to your lips.

You took the chocolate from him, sucking the tips of his fingers lightly upon the release.

“Naughty thing…” he chuckled, blowing some bubbles down at you. 

“But you love it.” you retorted with a cheeky grin. “Do you have a washcloth? I think some of the chocolate got on my face.”

“I have a better idea…” he said, shifting you around by the shoulders to give him enough of an angle to lean down and kiss you. He moved his lips against yours a few times, then swiped his tongue across them. “Delicious…” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“You did pick out some really good chocolate...” you told him, twitching sensitively as he nibbled at the spot above your collarbone.

“I wasn’t talking about the chocolate.” he replied, smiling against your soft skin.

Your hands rose up out of the water to grab onto his hair, tugging it lightly. His lips were all over your neck, leaving tiny little red marks down the sides. You were certainly in for a long night. You kind of expected it though. After all, you were spending Valentine’s Day with the Avatar of Lust himself. Lucky you!

Beelzebub: Chocolate bar that’s as big as you

You had the kitchen all to yourselves, his brothers all out and about enjoying the festivities. You were both leaning up against the counter, breaking off pieces of the chocolate bar and eating them. Well, Beel was putting a bigger dent in it then you were, but you didn’t mind. There was no way you were going to finish a chocolate bar that big, even if you ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner like he suggested.

“I can’t thank you enough for saving this holiday.” Beel praised, his cheeks full. “It wouldn’t be the same without chocolate!”

“I agree!” you told him, wiping your lips with a napkin. “Although, the devil chocolate we made was pretty tasty too.”

Beel nodded as he swallowed, then copied you in cleaning himself up. “Oh yeah… I’m sorry about how I acted when we made that first batch with Levi…” he blushed.

“It’s okay honey, really it is.” you chuckled, grabbing his hand to give it a light squeeze. “Besides… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it a little bit…”

He perked up instantly, an excited glint in his eye. “Really? What did you like about it?”

“You heating up, telling me I looked tasty, saying I was yours…” you explained, walking around the counter to throw your arms up over his neck.

He placed his hands on your waist. “I can do it all again if you want… I still crave your touch.” His eyes were locked in on yours as his hands moved up to your cheeks.

“Will you?” you pleaded, gazing up at him with big doe eyes.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He immediately hoisted you up onto the counter, positioning himself between your legs before smashing his lips onto yours. It took your breath away, but soon you were returning it with passion. He was kissing you with such untamed hunger, you could feel how he craved more of you. And soon he got it, laying you down flat against the counter to climb overtop of you, his lips not leaving yours the whole time. You both tasted like chocolate. It was sticky and sweet and everything you could’ve hoped for on Valentine’s Day.

“I need you MC.” he huffed in a low voice against your lips. You could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks, the way his large hands held down your wrists. You needed him just as much as he needed you. Who knew you would end up so gluttonous.

Belphegor: Box of star shaped chocolate

It was late at night in the planetarium, the stars shining brightly through the glass ceiling above you. The two of you were laying in the middle of the floor on an air mattress, holding hands and chatting away about the days’ events.

“The stars are particularly bright tonight.” he observed.

“Must be all the love in the air. See?” you proposed, holding one of your chocolates up toward the ceiling.

“I’d hardly believe that.” he chuckled, sitting up to roll onto his side, facing you. “However, I would believe that my love for you burns intensely enough to outshine all the stars in the sky.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you admiringly. “You’re truly remarkable, you know that?”

“Thank you Belphie, I think you’re pretty great too.” you chuckled, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I really appreciate you pitching in to save Valentine’s day. I know you don’t really care about it, but-“

“I care about it.” he interrupted. “Because it matters to you.”

“Awh…” you smiled, gesturing for him to lean down towards you. He happily obliged, meeting your lips in a soft but sweet embrace. Kissing him always felt like getting a full nights rest. Which was a good thing, because neither of you were going to be getting that tonight. 

Lord Diavolo: Valentine’s Day box from Ristorante Six

After the party, you both returned to the castle to enjoy your luxury chocolate in private. the ballroom was completely empty, lit only by a few candles, with a beautiful picnic spread laid out in the middle of it.

“Did you enjoy this Valentine’s Day my love?” he asked with kind eyes.

“Very much.” you stated, smiling back at him. “It was so nice seeing everyone come together to save the day.”

“I agree. Watching the brothers work together was certainly a treat.” he chuckled. Suddenly, he leaned forward to hold your hand gingerly. “Just know, I would’ve moved heaven and Earth to get you some chocolate if they hadn’t figured it out.”

“I know you would have, Dia.” you grinned, squeezing his hand lightly. “You’ve always taken care of me.”

“And I always will. You’re my human after all.” He placed his free hand behind you as he leaned forward. Inches away from your face, you braced yourself for a kiss. But he stopped just as you closed your eyes, ghosting over your lips with his own. “I just want to hide you away and keep you all to myself…”

You opened your eyes to see him looking at you with such fiery passion that it gave you chills. You couldn’t help yourself under his gaze, and closed the distance between the two of you in a heated kiss. You placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself, and his moved up to your hair to press your face closer to his.

You suddenly tore away from him, gripping onto his shoulders as you looked at him intensely. “Then why don’t you take me?”

He gave you a sinister grin, then scooped you up in his arms to carry you up the stairs to his bedroom. Chocolate or not, you knew Diavolo would give you the celebration of a lifetime.

Barbatos: Devil chocolate canèle

He led you back to his room at the castle, telling you to keep your eyes closed until he instructed you to open them. You didn’t dare peek as you held onto the canèle he baked for you, wanting to be completely surprised.

“Okay, open.” he finally said, closing the door behind him.

You gasped when you saw the table and chairs set up in front of you. It was set with an ornate tea set and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in the middle.

“I thought we could have our own party tonight as well.” he explained, placing his hands on your shoulders from behind you. “This tea hasn’t been produced for 300 years, so I’ve been saving it for a very social occasion. After all your hard work saving Valentine’s Day, you certainly deserve it.”

“You did a lot of work too!” you told him, flipping around to hug him.

He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. He affectionately petted the back of your head a few times, then led you over to the table. He pulled your chair out for you and started to pour the tea.

“Even in private, you’re acting like a butler.” you teased, bringing your teacup to your lips.

He laughed before sitting down across from you. “My darling, I will always serve you, happily and without obligation.”

“I can’t wait to eat my canèle. I’m excited to see what you did with the devil chocolate.” you told him, opening up the box to enjoy it. “Would like a bite before I dig in?”

“No thank you, I’ve eaten my canèles thousands of times.” he replied with an appreciative smile. “Besides, I have a delicious treat of my own.” He pulled out the chocolates you’d given him earlier and began to eat them.

After you had finished your canèle, and him his chocolate, you started to help him clean off the table. You both made your way to the castle kitchen to wash the dishes.

“You don’t have to help me MC.” he reassured.

“I know, but I want to.” you retorted, standing next to him to rinse the dishes off after he scrubbed them. The two of you cleaned in a comfortable silence for a while, then when they were all done, you pulled him towards you to kiss him unexpectedly. He was taken aback, but happily reciprocated your kiss once he recovered.

“What was that for?” he asked, resting his hands on your waist.

“For being an amazing partner.” you smiled, looking up at him with sincere admiration.

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” he grinned. “But I promise to continue doing well for you.” He leaned down to press his forehead against yours. “Happy Valentine’s day my darling MC.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day Barbatos.”

Simeon: White chocolate ocean of clouds cake

There was no doubt in your mind that Simeon was truly an angel sent from heaven. He had to have been in order to give you the day that he did. Under the night sky, he excitedly led you through the forest to an empty meadow.

“Are you ready?” he asked as you stood in the middle of the field.

“For what?” you asked, confused.

He just chuckled in reply, then turned his attention back to the empty meadow around you. With a simple wave of his hand, hundreds of flowers began to bloom before your very eyes.

“Simeon, are these…?” you stammered in disbelief.

“Flowers from the human world.” he replied, not being able to contain the smile that took over his face. “I memorized these last time we went to your home together. Of course it’s only an illusion, but it should last long enough for us to enjoy our dessert.”

“It’s beautiful Simeon.” you breathed, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Almost as beautiful as you.” he mused, giving you one in return. You shared a smile for a moment, then he gestured towards the ground for you both to sit down.

He opened up the picnic basket to bring out the cakes you had baked each other. The one he made for you was a sparkling white with fluffy buttercream frosting, and the one you made for him was a dark, rich mocha color with a shiny chocolate glaze.

“It was so sweet of Luke to teach you how to make this.” Simeon observed before taking a bite. “Mm, and it’s delicious too! You did a wonderful job MC.”

“Thank you my dear, I can already tell yours is going to be gourmet.” you chuckled as you cut it open.

After you finished your cakes, you both decided to lay down in the flowers together. Your head was laying against his shoulder as you clutched onto his arm, his fingers running through your hair gently.

“I wish this moment could last forever Simeon.” you sighed, squeezing onto him tightly.

“Me too. Nothing in all of the three realms could compare to this.” he agreed. Suddenly he sat up and plucked a blue flower up from the ground. He placed it behind your ear before continuing. “Although, I can think of one way to make it more memorable.”

You raised your eyebrows with a smile, signaling that you wanted to know how. He glanced down at your lips, leaning down slowly before pressing his lips against yours. He was so hesitant to deepen it, until you took the initiative and molded your lips back against his. Both of your hearts were racing, giving you butterflies and making your bodies heat up. He slowly pulled away, hovering over you breathlessly.

“I can’t believe we had our first kiss on Valentine’s day.” he laughed, brushing his hair out of his face. “How cliche.”

“For you Simeon, I’d live the cheesiest love story ever.” you giggled, rolling him over to switch positions. You gave him a more passionate kiss, and this time his arms went around you to press your body down against his. As you both indulged in each other, you could feel the flowers start to fade away, but it didn’t matter. All you needed was each other. That was all you’d ever need.

Solomon: Ruby chocolate eclair from La Porte

He used his magic to transport you both to the human world for the night. You were currently on a train ride to a secret location, one he wouldn’t tell you about until you got there.

“Can you at least tell me what country we’re in?” you asked, tugging on his sleeve.

“No MC, that’ll ruin the surprise!” he snickered, tickling your side teasingly.

You pouted in your seat, going back on your D.D.D to pass the time. Suddenly you remembered the eclairs and chocolate tarts he had packed. You pulled them all out and shared them with him, momentarily forgetting about your frustration.

When you finally arrived at your destination, you couldn’t believe your eyes. He had brought you to Paris, and the Eiffel Tower was standing right in front of you.

“Solomon, are you serious?” you marveled in disbelief.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” he grinned mischievously. “Come on, let’s go up to the top.”

You guys made your way to the top of the tower and were looking out over the city. You pressed your hands up against the glass in awe at the sight before you. You turnt back around to look at Solomon. “I can’t think of anything that could better than this.”

“I can.” he retorted. You looked up at him expectantly. He just raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and in a moment everyone in the room was frozen in place. “How about a minute alone?”

You shook your head, trying to wrap your head around everything that had happened in the last few minutes. Finally you realized there was no use trying to find an explanation. Solomon was the biggest mystery in the world, and you were addicted to him.

“I can’t believe you stopped time for me.” you laughed, pulling him towards you. Before he could make some cocky remark, you crashed your lips against his, rendering him speechless. His hands eventually found their way up to your waist, gripping onto your sides slightly. Once you had both pulled away from each other, his sly grin has returned.

“I’d do much more than that for you my dear MC. You’re my soulmate.” he told you, grabbing both of your hands. “I’d give you the world if you wanted it.”

“I already have it.” you smiled, linking your fingers through his. “I have you.”

Time suddenly resumed around you, but you were only focused on each other. Dating a sorcerer wasn’t something you ever thought you’d experience, but here you were. You weren’t sure how he was ever going to top this Valentine’s Day, but you were excited to see how he’d try.

Luke: Cupcake with a marzipan figure of you

Back at the Purgatory Hall kitchen, you and Luke were playing with his leftover marzipan, seeing what unique figures you could create together.

“I’m going to treasure my figure forever!” you told him, looking over the one he made of you once again.

“I’m glad you like it MC!” he beamed back. “Thank you very much for my chocolates too… I really didn’t expect them.”

“What do you mean?” you inquired, sitting down next to him at the table.

“Well, I’m just a kid.” he began with a shifty gaze. “I didn’t think you’d find me as special as the brothers or Simeon and Solomon. I figured I would just be forgotten.”

“Luke, you’re literally my best friend!” you exclaimed, causing him to look back up at you. “I think you’re the coolest kid in the world. I could never forget about you!”

“Awh, you’re the best MC!” he beamed, throwing his arms up to embrace you. You hugged him back, chuckling at his sudden display of affection. He pulled away and held your hand tightly. “Thank you so much for saving Valentine’s Day! Maybe next year we can spend it in the celestial realm!”

“That sounds like fun!” you told him with an excited smile. “But I’ll have to practice my baking before then. Celestial desserts are next level!”

“You’re an amazing baker, I’m sure you’ll be fine!” he laughed, going back to his marzipan. “Thanks for being such a good friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you and Simeon.”

“Well, I don’t know what I’d do without you Luke! Happy Valentines Day!”

[may--hawk]

ain't no cure for love - chapter 3

Or, the haunted bookshop story:

Everything’s gone to shit. Aziraphale’s fucked off back to Heaven, and Crowley’s stuck down on Earth with a new angel who asks the most annoying questions, like they’re some kind of divine punishment. Then there’s all the weird dream he’s been having, the same one, over and over. Oh, yeah, and the bookshop’s haunted.

Crowley reads Aziraphale and Memory, because he’s a nosy little git, and besides, he’s trying to help Aziraphale, isn’t he? There’s so much in there that Aziraphale’s forgotten; there’s the Garden, sunny and warm up on the wall, and Crowley, who’d spent all his time skulking in the deep shade to avoid getting stepped on by Adam, revels in it, closing his eyes a minute as he holds the book in front of him, feels the sun on his face, smells the Garden, sweet and green and alive. They’re not all like that, though: when he turns to Uz, he is struck suddenly with a hunger so strong he feels faint, a hunger he’s never, ever felt before, something sick and raw in the pit of his stomach, a great, sucking emptiness, and Satan, no wonder Aziraphale eats like he does, if that’s how he feels. If that’s what Crowley’s awakened in him. Crowley swallows. He lingers on Greece again, and Egypt, those long lazy years spent in the Nile, and, oh, bless it, here’s Babylon, and he’s, he’s seeing from Aziraphale’s perspective, sees the courtyard of the palace below him, smells the bathwater, fragrant sandalwood, the water warm, the air almost cool in the moonlight on his wet skin, and something catches his eye, looking down, he sees something slinking, farther into the shadows; he squints. A glint of torchlight on a pair of dark glasses gives it away. Crowley, even as Aziraphale-in-memory, flushes, because bless it, he thought he’d been subtle, slinking, a creature of the night, how many times had Aziraphale seen him there, watching Aziraphale bathe, and oh, Christ, from up here, Aziraphale could clearly see the look on Crowley’s face, as he stood there, looking up, dog-like, sick, devoted. Crowley throws the book down and storms off.

He comes back a few hours later, because he can’t stop, can’t not keep going. 125 There are more. Almost every memory has Crowley in it: there’s one where he’s kneeling in front of some river, somewhere - he can’t tell - the sight of his back, his hair, long, spilling down into the water as he washes something. There’s that castle in Wales and that ball in Moscow and every miserable little watering hole between here and Persia. It’s all there, not their entire history, but a lot of it, and Crowley can’t help but wonder why these memories, why here, why him.

The next time Aziraphale comes down from Heaven, Crowley’s in the shop, listening to Shostakovich’s Rumours. He tosses Aziraphale the book; Aziraphale drops it, then bends over to pick it up, giving Crowley a reproachful look. He startles at the cover, then opens it up. “Crowley, where did you get this?” he says.

“L-space,” Crowley says. “Night that - thing was here.”

“That - Crowley, what thing?” Aziraphale says.

Crowley frowns. “I told you,” he says. “Someone was in L-space.” Aziraphale’s shaking his head. “Why are you shaking your head?”

“Crowley, I haven’t spoken to you in three weeks,” he says, slowly. This is it. Crowley’s going mad. He’s gone mad. They always said demons who played with time went mad, and now here he is. Mad.

“You were here last week. The night someone was in L-space.” Crowley springs up, stalks closer. “They’re taking your memories again. Aziraphale, listen to me, you can’t go back to Heaven.”

“No, they’re not. They’re not taking my memories, Crowley. You’re - imagining things.” They stare at each other. Aziraphale’s chest is heaving. He’s clutching the book.

“Muriel!” Crowley yells, without turning around. There’s a pause, then the clatter of Muriel’s footsteps. “Yes - oh! Archangel - I mean, Aziraphale!”

“Muriel,” says Aziraphale, stiffly.

“Tell him,” Crowley says, pointing wildly. “Tell him he was here that night there was something in L-space!”

“Well,” says Muriel, slowly, and Crowley’s heart sinks in his chest. “I heard you talking to someone, Mr. Crowley, and it sounded like Aziraphale? But I didn’t see him.”

Read the final chapter on AO3.

@goodomensafterdark

[milfswriter]

Angel

Addison Montgomery x Reader

Summary: Going home with Addie after a long shift at the hospital

Today was…a lot. 3 surgeries back to back really took a toll on you. You, Meredith, and Cristina were now laying on stretchers in your usual hallway, it was 3 am and almost the end of your shift before you saw a familiar redhead approaching. 

“Hey, y/n/n..Grey, yang” she gave them a weak smile before you got up, walking to her and throwing yourself on her, closing your eyes as she wrapped her arms around you. You heard chuckles behind you and raised your arm from around Addison’s waist, giving them the finger. 

“Remind me, mer..” you heard Cristina’s snicker, “is this the same person who’s been making fun of us for months for dating our attendings?”. you saw Izzie making her way in, too. “Oh..” she stopped behind Addison with a raised brow to see your face nuzzled in the older redhead’s shoulder. 

“Don’t. Say. A word” you warned with a glare and she looked down to stifle a laugh, failing miserably as she looked at the pair behind you. Addison ran a hand through your hair. “See, she chose well, unlike you two. McDreamy and Cocky heart master” you were sure she made a face at them because they shat up immediately. 

“You’re on my service next week, Stevens” She stated, letting you go and looked around at them, “now go home, all of you, you stink” you were going to laugh but you knew you were definitely not an exception. You’ve been doing surgeries for the past 48 hours.

“Yes, Dr. Montgomery” they grumbled, taking their stuff and leaving the hospital with you before you parted ways and you and Addison walked home, hands together as you shivered. “Tell me again why we decided to walk to work?” You looked to your side to see Addison’s flushed face, “because the weather was amazing, unlike many days” 

You sighed, recognizing the turn to your house and felt relieved that you wouldn’t have to shiver for much longer. Addison’s hand let go of yours and before you were going to protest, you felt her wrap her arm around you tightly. “Better?” she asked, kissing your hair. 

Nodding, you kissed her hand that was on your shoulder. You really felt like a hypocrite for falling in love with an attending a few days after you made fun of Meredith for dating Shepherd, but when you saw his ex wife, you were honest with meredith when telling her you didn’t know why he’d leave a woman like her.

“She cheated on him” she stated and you shrugged, “Seriously, y/l/n?” Cristina chimed in, “She’s ‘Satan’ for a reason” she sipped on her juicbox and you sighed. “I’m not an angel, either” you finished your lunch before going to check on your patient.

“Angel?” her voice brought you back to the present. You blinked before turning your head to look at her, “hm?” you saw her beautiful face, illuminated by the street lights.

She gave you a smile, “you really were making fun of them?” you scoffed, looking away, nodding. She chuckled, kissing your temple, “my little hypocrite” You smiled, unlocking the front door to your house and letting Addison in before locking it and getting in.

She moved in a few weeks ago, long before your friends knew about you two when she asked to crash in after an argument with Derek and you agreed, letting her in from the rain. 

You took your coat off, hanging it next to the door before following Addison upstairs to your newly - shared bedroom. You saw her taking out her coziest pyjamas from the closet and rose a brow as you saw her take out a second set of pyjamas. 

“Join me?” she offered, walking up to you and taking your hands in hers and kissing your knuckles. “Yes” you said with no hesitation whatsoever.

She let out a sigh of relief before taking you to the bathroom, where you saw the bath already filled with bubbles in it. The weight on your shoulder disappearing as soon as you got in the tub and felt Addison behind you, pulling your head to lay on her shoulder.

“Love you” she kissed your cheek, sighing in relief as she felt your tense shoulders finally relax against her, “love you, too Addie” 

[nerdygaymormon]

Queer Gospel Music

This past year I came across several songs that I enjoy listening to on Sundays. I created a playlist for myself for Sundays and thought I'd share with y'all.

Yet : Ashley Hess - Ashley Hess was a finalist on the 2019 season of American Idol. I heard her perform this song at the Gather Conference where she introduced it by saying, "The next song that I'm gonna play is a song that I wrote in my lowest time. But it's a song that's so special to me because it was the moment that I felt like I finally came out of hiding, and that the Lord not only saw me, but loved me and embraced me." I can relate so much to that. Plus, I don't hear many songs from the perspective of "I'm trying, so God please don't give up on me."

God Loves Me Too : Brian Falduto - Brian played the gay kid in the movie School of Rock, and catapulted the character into an LGBTQ icon when he delivered the line “You’re tacky and I hate you.” Now as an adult, Brian is back and singing that no one has to earn God’s love. Brian wrote the song after visiting a church that was welcoming and accepting of queer people. I look around and see I’ve found a place where peace and love abound. I’ve waited my whole life for the truth. It is true, God loves you. It don’t matter if you’re LGBTQ

My Little Prayer : David Archuleta - David wasn't out yet when he recorded this, but I imagine he really related to some of these lyrics, such as I'm beginning to understand that you (God) have a plan for me.

The Queer Gospel : Erin McKeown - I love these lyrics. There are those who think we're wicked. There are those who call us names: depraved, lost and sick, and would rather bathe us in shame. But we put the "sin" in sincere, we put the "do" in the doubt. God is perfectly clear. We are perfectly out. Love us as we are. See us and we're holy. In this shall we ever be wholly ourselves.

Good Day (feat. Derek Webb) : Flamy Grant - Matthew Blake was a worship leader for 22 years who has become a “shame-slaying, hip-swaying, singing-songwriting drag queen” named Flamy Grant (it's a play on the name of gospel singer Amy Grant). The lyrics talk of coming back to church after having left for feeling oppressed. They’ve come back to church because despite what some say, God’s love is expansive enough for everyone. God made me good in every way, so I raise my voice to celebrate a good day. 

Believe : GENTRI - The pianist for this group is gay. After coming out, he was having a hard time with faith and was angry at God, and he felt God gave him this song as part of his healing process. Believe there is an answer. And while you feel you're buried deep in a disaster, believe more hands are waiting, ready to lift you up and carry you back to safety. You're not alone, keep holding on. And believe.

Explaining Jesus : Jordy Searcy - In 2014, Jordan was a contestant on The Voice. He grew up active in a church and since being on the television show he has written several religious songs, including this one. Jordy discusses the shortcomings of churches, comparing the ways in which church members act and interact with each other, including how they treat the gay community and oppress women. If you're gay and over 85, you've felt for your whole life that when God made you, he just messed up. In the chorus he apologizes that this has been the experience, I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you.

Satan's Tears : Kyler O'Neal - Did anyone ask how real you are? Has anyone said that you are loved, or that you’re the one they’re dreaming of? Those questions start this beautiful song by trans woman Kyler O’Neal. The song addresses a young gender non-conforming person unaccepted by their world, and the singer promises to wipe away Satan’s tears which were created by a cruel society

Same Love : Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. Mary Lambert - Macklemore sings that his gay uncles should be allowed to marry, and speaks of how Christianity has hurt gay people. "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten, but we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago. The song concludes with Mary Lambert singing I’m not crying on Sundays, which I think means not letting religious intolerance and churches harm us anymore

No Place in Heaven : MIKA - Mika is singing about how religion teaches there’s no place in heaven for gay people because the way we love is sinful. Father, won’t you forgive me for my sins? Father, if there’s a heaven let me in

God Is : The Outer Banks - I don't know that they had queer people in mind when they wrote the song, but the lyrics relate to the conflict between one’s queerness and relationship with God. God was never angry. God was not against me. God was never far away. God is not disappointed.

I Know it Hurts : Paul Cardall & Tyler Glenn - I just wanted to believe, but how am I supposed to believe this about me? And then we find each other, queer church members who can understand what we’re going through, who know the hurt. For most queer people, they leave church and go on a different path. They’re not lost, a faint light at the end is guiding their way, they’re finding another way back home.

Losing My Religion : R.E.M. - The song was interpreted as the struggle of a closeted gay man coming to terms with what his religion taught about gay people and is seen as an example of queer coding in the era of “don’t ask, don’t tell.” Lead singer Michael Stipe had declined to address his sexuality, so when “Losing My Religion” came out, people assumed Stipe was coming out as gay. Consider this the hint of the century. Consider this the slip.

HIM : Sam Smith - This is a song about a boy in Mississippi coming out and the conflict between his sexuality and his religious upbringing. He is grappling with the feeling that there’s no place in church for him because he’s gay. Holy Father, we need to talk. I have a secret that I can’t keep. I’m not the boy that you thought you wanted. Please don’t get angry, have faith in me.

Pray : Sam Smith - You won’t see Sam in church, but they say they’re a child of God at heart and are begging God to show the way. I’m not a saint, I’m more of a sinner. I don’t wanna lose, but I fear for the winners

Faith : Semler -  This song reached No. 1 on the iTunes Christian music chart and is about growing up queer in a faith community and how the rejection by the church left them scarred. When my religion turned against me, they said my hopes and dreams were faulty. I showed these holes inside my hands, and they claimed they couldn’t see.” Even as they struggled with the church, Semler kept a relationship with Jesus and flourished far more than she did in any church building. But I don’t wanna get small to be in those rooms

Hey Jesus : Trey Pearson - Trey made headlines in 2016 when as the lead singer of the Christian rock band Everyday Sunday, he came out as gay. Three years later and Trey has a question: Hey Jesus can you hear me now? It's been awhile since I came out, I was wonderin' do you love me the same? As a person who struggles to reconcile faith with sexual orientation, I find this song quite moving.

Heaven : Troye Sivan feat. Betty Who - Troye sings about what it’s like for a religious teenager to come out as gay. Without losing a piece of me, how do I get to heaven? Without changing a part of me, how do I get to heaven? All my time is wasted, feeling like my heart’s mistaken, oh, so if I’m losing a piece of me, maybe I don’t want heaven? Troye explains “When I first started to realise that I might be gay, I had to ask myself all these questions—these really really terrifying questions. Am I ever going to find someone? Am I ever going to be able to have a family? If there is a God, does that God hate? If there is a heaven, am I ever going to make it to heaven?” The video features footage from LGBTQ+ protests throughout history.

Revelation : Troye Sivan and Jónsi -This song was written for the movie Boy Erased, which is about a young man being sent by his parents to a conversion therapy camp to try to change him to not be gay. The lyrics are about feeling liberated from the toxic teachings he learned at church about LGBTQ+ people. It’s a revelation. There’s no hell in what I’ve found, and no kingdom shout. How the tides are changing as you liberate me now and the walls come down. In other words, God doesn't condemn me for my queerness.

Orphans of God : Ty Herndon & Kristin Chenoweth feat. Paul Cardall - The message of the song is we are all loved by God, we are all thought about, we are all created equally and God loves us all the same.

Midnight : Tyler Glenn - The Neon Trees frontman gives an emotional song about his departure from the Mormon church but not from God. The ballad is accompanied by a video that shows Glenn removing his religious garments and replacing them with a glittery jacket, which is such a powerful metaphor.

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This is part two of Day 9! Find the prompt list HERE.

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DAY 12 Prompt: Haunting Additional tags: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, the Satan and Asmo friendship is so important

Asmodeus’s D.D.D. wouldn’t stop buzzing. 

The vibration was tinny, resonating with some sort of metal within the polished stone countertop of his vanity. The sound wormed its way through Asmo’s eardrum, needling at some part in his brain that stoked irritation. All he could do was scratch at his temples, the pressure pulsing behind his eyes building with each new notification across his screen. 

There were so many alerts from FabSnap, from Devilgram, from TrickTok. Interspersed by emails about online sales, exclusive deals, brand sponsorships for his DevilTube page, it was easy to write everything off as shallow. 

The word was haunting him. His reputation was haunting him. His fucking D.D.D. that would not stop buzzing was haunting him. 

Asmo lifted bloodshot eyes to the mirror, disgust flaring in his gut at the sunken skin beneath his dull eyes. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t bothered to style it before leaving his room. Then again, he couldn’t remember the last time he had failed to catch a wink of sleep and then skipped classes the next day, either. 

He had told himself it was an exercise in identity. If he purposely deprived himself of his perfect appearance, then he would be met with the pieces of him that remained behind the shattered veneer.

What he got was vibrating confirmation that all anyone wished to talk to discuss with him was his beauty and his influence. 

“You’re Asmo. You don’t do the hard work, you know?” 

And what if they were right?

A sharp rap on his door knocked him back to reality, the pain within his skull poking at his brain and making him wince.

One knock, then two. When he failed to answer, Satan’s voice called through the wooden panel of his sanctuary. “Asmo? Are you in there?”

Asmo shuddered at the sound of his name. Who was Asmodeus? Was he just an empty shell loved for its pattern and not the decaying hermit crab within? 

Satan tried again. “I can smell the fresh roses in the bath. Open up.”

Pulling himself up from his vanity chair, Asmo wrenched the door open, not bothering to mask his… Where did he even start? Frustration, exhaustion, anger, fear, pain? 

He settled for a simple, “Yes?”

“What’s wrong?” If Satan was taken aback by Asmo’s haggard appearance, he didn’t show it. 

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“That’s a lie.” Though Satan’s lips remained fixed in a stern frown, Asmo did appreciate the humor in his voice when he added, “You didn’t try to coax me into sharing a bath with you just now.” 

Asmo didn’t protest as Satan shouldered his way into the room. With his hands on his hips, his seagreen eyes took quick note of the dirtied makeup remover wipes still lingering by the bathroom sink, of the clothes from last night bunched into a corner by the closet. Concern overwhelmed Satan’s gaze as he accused, “You’ve been locked up here all day and you won’t respond in the house chat.”

The words bounced around Asmo’s head. Oh, Satan, how sweet of you to occupy your thoughts with ol’ adorable me~. Of course you can’t take your mind off me! I’m just too cute ♡! But, he didn’t have the energy to play it up. Instead, he deflated face first into the plush duvet of his bed. The movement pushed an anguished groan from his chest. 

The mattress shifted, Satan taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Lying like that will leave imprints on your face.”

“I don’t care,” Asmo’s protest rose muffled and near indistinguishable from the fabric. 

“Asmo,” Satan huffed, though there was no impatience in the timbre of his voice, “Talk to me.”

Asmo considered it. Just for one moment. One moment where his stomach lurched and his temples throbbed and he spewed, “Am I shallow?”

“What do you mean?” Satan waited until Asmo had pulled himself up, hugging an embroidered pillow to his chest.

“Am I a shallow person?” The question scorched Asmo’s throat worse than the hard liquor he had switched to last night. Speaking the fear aloud was so much worse than letting it ferment in his brain. “Do I only care about image? Would you consider me someone to avoid putting the work in for anything?”

Satan’s expression was unreadable, much to Asmo’s disappointment. All his brother did was cock his head slightly to the right and ask, “Why would you say that?”

If Asmo had been hoping to bottle it up, well, Satan wasn’t going to let him. That simple, curious gaze lacking any judgment wrenched Asmo’s screw top open, the disturbed carbonation spilling out in a messy rant. “I offered to interview Zaramela for Devil Style because Lamiya said they aren’t doing a feature on her, even though she’s coming to our region. And then I thought, hey, this would be a good opportunity for Majolish to collaborate with Zaramela and release a new line for both party and casual wear that would appeal to both demons like, well, me, and demons like Levi!”

Satan hummed in understanding.

“But Lamiya and Marbas and Astia kind of…ignored me? And then, Astia told me that I don’t put in the work.” There were those words again. Asmo worried he was going to vomit everywhere, and it had nothing to do with his hangover. Burying his face in his hands, he lamented, “I feel like a loser.” 

The longer the silence stretched on, the less Asmo wished to lift his head. Was that embarrassing? Was he making a fuss about nothing? Was Satan going to agree with them? 

But then, Asmo felt a heavy hand pat his knee, and Satan spoke gently, “You’re not a loser. The people you surround yourself with are losers.” 

Asmo stilled. He spread his fingers, peered out at Satan from between digits. 

And Satan did not regard him with pity, or even sympathy for that matter. No, Satan lifted his hand away, tapped his index finger against his chin and considered, “Let me talk to Zaramela’s manager. Did you know they love cats? We met through an online chat group. They believe orange cats are superior to all, but I’ll overlook their ignorance and see if I can pull some strings.”

Asmo blinked. “Huh?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” Again, the irritation that flashed through Satan’s eyes was entirely void of any sort of commiseration. Really, Asmo should have known better. Satan wasn’t one to take Asmo’s feelings, ball them up and throw them away, but he also wasn’t the type to get into the nitty gritty mess that accompanied emotions. He was one to listen, to validate, and then to solve the problem. 

Asmo knew that Satan would never put his association on the line if he didn't believe in Asmo wholeheartedly. Such a show of trust spoke volumes, answering all his questions in one fell swoop.

The gratitude welled up in Asmo’s chest, pressing on his heart, and he thought he was going to cry. His bottom lip was trembling, his vision blurring as he started to sniffle. 

“Seriously,” Satan’s frown deepened. Pulling himself up from the bed, he made for the door. “Stop it. Why don’t you go talk to Levi about your ideas? I’ll let you know when I hear back from Kreos.” 

“Satan!” But Asmo wasn’t about to let him go that easily. He lunged forward, wrapping his technically little brother up in a tight embrace. “I love you so much ♡!”

Satan only sighed, though did not fight against Asmo’s arms. He allowed Asmo to hug him tight for a whole ten seconds before squirming away, not unlike a stray cat suffering unwanted affection. 

“Hey, Asmo…” Satan paused with his fingers hovering over the door knob. “Someone who doesn’t put in the work would never have been able to paint my nails. Don’t forget that.”

And Asmo thought that maybe, as Satan shut the door behind him, the affection wasn’t entirely unwanted after all.

His heart lighter than it had been in the last 24 hours, Asmo picked up his D.D.D., cleared all notifications without bothering to read them. Though the bright red numbers continued to tick up, up, up in the corners of his apps, he told himself that none of that mattered at this very moment. No, there was something he needed to do.

7:54pm - Asmodeus

Hiiii! Are you free right now?

7:55pm - Leviathan

Lol why does that sound like Mammon’s fail of a pick up line? Yeah, I’m in my room. Why?

7:56pm - Asmodeus

Yay! I’ll be right over! 😘

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My Top Best L Cards in the Game and Why

This top makes no sense, tbh i don’t use my brain when selecting cards and artifacts, I strictly only use L cards and L artifacts and that’s it.

And I absolutely despise those cards that have a super short range, and you will notice.

Chapter 6 is coming probably next month, and this is my contribution so y’all can be unbeatable ;D

I see that people in tumblr mix S and A cards with L cards and make super strong combinations, I don’t do that because I don’t know how to, and that’s something you will also notice

1. Bloodshed Beelzebub

Best card ever, no one can top this card.

This Beel by itself carries a whole battle, i use it as a tank, and it’s not a tank, it has a large range (even tho the card is described as a short range) and the ultimate attack it’s literally all you need to win ANY battle when used at the right time of course.

If you level up his passive skill beel replenishes HP, and if you pair the card with its respective artifact, it’s unbeatable.

I love this card sm

Recommendations

- Level up his Ultimate Attack to at least level 3 or 4

- If you don’t have his artifact (Cracked Sunglasses) you could also level up his Passive Skill.

- Level up the card to at least lv 89 (if you can)

- You can use him as a tank sometimes, but if you’re not, try to position him in a centralized area during battles.

2. Satan Bath and Satan Selfie

They are pretty much the same for me, so I decided to put both of them in the second place.

Satan Bath is a bit better tho.

They have a very large range, you can place them really far away from where the enemies spawn and they still attack them the moment they appear.

They both have really good Ultimate Attacks, and their Passive Attacks are both really good too.

These two are basics and they are saviors when you’re just starting in the game.

I usually place them as far as I can from the enemies’ spawning point so both satans can slowly weaken the enemies.

Recommendations

- You don’t have to level them up to 89 or even 90 for them to be super effective, you are good to go if you have them at 70.

- Their artifacts are OK, they are a slight plus, it’s nothing revolutionary so you don’t have to stress out if you don’t have them.

- Leveling up their default attacks is super helpful, I would recommend having them at least at lv4

- Their Ultimate Attacks are good at lv 2 or 3 at most, they are good by themselves.

- If you want to level up their passive attacks, prioritize Satan Bath, his is really good.

- Their HP is shit tho, there’s worst of course, but theirs is really bad, never use them as tanks.

2.5. Leviathan Selfie and Leviathan Attacker

Hear me out

HEAR ME OUT

I know many don’t like Levi’s cards because of their HP, but HEAR ME OUT

The sole reason his selfie card is this high is because of only one reason.

His artifact

Beat artifact in the game ngl, when I pulled those damn gloves for the 2nd time in the lesser key gacha I almost cried.

The card by itself is okay, and his ultimate attack is okay too.

I only have him in my regular deck because of his artifact.

Summarized, when you have his artifact there’s a chance where the enemies disappear.

The chance is low tho, but it has saved me sooo many times.

It also includes boss monsters.

Bloodshed Leviathan is also reaaaaally good.

His Ult attack kills anything excluding boss monsters, which is really helpful during those battles where you have to beat like 50 enemies.

His passive attack is meh, he becomes invincible for like 6 seconds every minute, which is not a lot.

His hp is decent at his highest and his attack power is pretty normal too, a bit better that the other Levi’s

For me the Bloodshed cards are the most solid cards in the game.

Recommendations

- Enhance Selfie Leviathan’s artifact

- Bloodshed Levi works normally at lv 70, but if you want to keep if in your deck I would recommend that you level him up at 89.

- I don’t have his artifact in my Erolabs account :( If someone in the notes can point out its characteristics so I can rank it I would be really grateful.

- He has a decent range like all Levi cards.

3. Attacker Leviathan and Attacker Beelzebub

They are in the same place not because they’re similar, but because I couldn’t decide which one was better.

Attacker leviathan is a bit better because it has a larger range, a better attack power and a better passive skill but Attacker Beel has a better Ult Attack and a Better HP.

I don’t have their artifacts so I can’t say how they are, if someone knows I would be super grateful if you could say it in the notes of his post.

I have both of them in my regular card deck, tbh I only have attacker Beel because his Ult Attack is reaaaaally good, it’s similar to the one from Bloodshed Beel.

I could say that Beelzebub has the best Ult Attacks in the game if Selfie Beel didn’t exist.

I’m going to replace Attacker Beel when I (hopefully) get attacker Satan.

Depending on what you want, you can decide which one you like the most, for me they stand equally.

Recommendations

- Leveling up Beel’s Ultimate Skill is gooood.

- Leviathan’s Ultimate Skill is really good because it his the enemies twice, it’s okay, nothing revolutionary.

3.5. Beelzebub Butt and Leviathan Bath

Come to think of it, this Beel might be better that Attacker Beel.

His Artifact is amazing, and his Ult Skill is also really good.

And his Default Attack is also pretty decent.

Butt Beel a decent card in general.

And about Bath Leviathan, he’s decent too, not too amazing, not too deficient.

I don’t have much to add, I barely use them.

Recommendations

- I wouldn’t prioritize this card in terms of leveling up skills and other things, but he’s a good base meanwhile other cards get released.

- I looooove his artifact.

- And if you can and if you have some extra tears, level up the Ult Skill.

- If you pair his Ultimate skill with Bloodshed Beel’s Ult Skill, you’re unstoppable.

- Leviathan Bath has a very good Default Skill, again, if you have some extra tears I recommend you to Level up this skill.

4. Mammon’s

As I said at the beginning of this post, I hate those cards that have a very short range, and all mammon’s are like that.

They work well as tanks, but Bloodshed Beel is a better tank than them.

And their attack power is terrible

I just don’t like them, I’m sorry.

Bath mammon is a bit better tho, but just a little bit and only because of his Ult Attack.

Recommendations.

- I don’t use this cards, but if you have no other choice, level up Mammon’s Bath Ult Skill, it’s really good in comparison of the others Ult Skills.

- That’s it, again, I don’t like his cards (but I love him)

5. Selfie Beelzebub

Hear me out, when I started playing Whb I got this card in the quiz, and he saved me during my beginnings.

I’m attached to this card, I’m sorry.

It feels wrong to say this, but I hate this card so much.

It was good at the beginning, but it got overwhelmed by the newer cards.

If I’m being honest, all the selfie cards got overwhelmed, I can only save Selfie Satan.

Recommendations

- Don’t

- Jk, if you have no other option, his Ult Skill is … okay.

- There’s better of course, many better, but there’s worse too.

6. Attacker Mammon and Attacker Satan

I’m putting them here because I don’t have this cards yet, but when I (hopefully) do someday, I’ll edit this post.

I can’t wait to get Attacker Satan, I looooove his cards and this artifact looks really good.

And Mammon’s artifact has to be one of the best artifacts in the game so far.

7. Christmas Gabriel, Raphael and Michael

Please bring them back.

They’re also here because I don’t have them.

8. S CARDS AND A CARDS

I don’t use them, sorry, I’m not intelligent enough to learn how to use them efficiently.

I will edit this post when I get other cards.

This is just my opinion y’all, but I would like to hear yours, let’s help each other :D

Also, this is my current deck.

I perfectly demonstrates that I don’t know how to play the battles.

Hope this helped !