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serial killer analyses 🕷 vedic astrology
richard ramirez (the night stalker) 28/02/60 2:07am el paso, texas
jyeshta ascendant, uttarabhadprada moon, mars-venus conjunct in shravana 3rd house
ascendant usually denotes basic personality & themes of life is seen by nakshatra. jyeshta nakshatra is a karaka of occult, ascendant in jyeshta gives reason for ramirez to be a self proclaimed satanist and claiming satanism to be a stabilising force in his life. moon in uttara bhadrapada further reinforces this as it is a karaka of occult and magic, and in some cases the mind expands past reality into realms of fantasy. mars-venus conjunct in shravana 3rd house ~ mars conjunct venus most likely explains why he attracted so many ‘fangirls’ following his arrest, writing him letters in prison (3rd house indicates communication & letters). also 3rd house represents communities & immediate environment, shravana is the karaka of walking, footsteps & listening carefully, mars in the case of a serial killer represents acts of violence. i think this is interesting as ramirez’s shoe prints were found at a numerous amount of his crime scenes, this was the most significant key linking factor of evidence for police investigation prior to eventually identifying & arresting ramirez
ted bundy 24/11/46 10:35pm burlington, vermont
magha ascendant, moon-ketu-mars conjunct in jyeshta 4th house, sun-mercury-venus conjunct in anurdha 4th house, rahu in rohini 10th house
magha ascendant people usually are prideful and receive lots of recognition throughout life. additionally bundy’s 1st house lord (sun), is conjunct venus and mercury representing charisma and intelligence. this is gives reason to how his horrific criminal profile was heavily romanticised by popular media, inspiring many novels and films. alongside his “charming” & “intelligent” aura in trial which attracted a mass of public attention. rahu in rohini in the 10th house ~ the 10th house represents what one wishes & what one does in life, rahu represents immoral acts, deception, imprisonment, insatiable desires & pleasure seeking, rohini is the karaka of blushing women, fertile women & arousal. this gives reason to why ted bundy targeted specifically young & ‘fertile’ women as the object of his insatiable desires to commit such horrific acts. moon-ketu-mars in jyeshta ~ stereotypically this conjunction denotes emotional & internal issues, especially being in scorpio where moon is debilitated, this is a badly inflicted placement for moon. ketu-mars conjunct represents aggression and explosive acts of violence (when negatively inflicted), being conjunct with moon is very telling of someone with a “mindset of a serial killer”, emotionally (moon ~ mindset & emotions) desensitised (ketu ~ lack of attachment or care) to acting out in horrific ways (mars ~ violent acts)
jeffrey dahmer (milwaukee cannibal) 21/05/60 4:34pm milwaukee, wisconsin
moon in revati 7th house, venus in krittika in 8th house
revati moon ~ like uttara bharapada the mind usually expands past reality and into realms of fantasy, this is due to revati being the last nakshatra & uttara bhadrapada the second last, both in pisces. venus in krittika 8th house ~ 8th house represents sexuality, secrets, death & addictions, venus represents love & beauty, krittika is a karaka of sharp objects like knives, cutting, cooking & eating. the story of dahmer was that he would lure men he found beautiful & sexually attractive to his apartment in order to commit his crimes, he also would eat & keep their skeletons as he said he wanted to feel closer to his “love interests”.
david berkowitz (the son of sam) 01/06/53 4:52pm brooklyn, new york
mercury-mars conjunct in mrigasira 8th house
mercury-mars conjunct mrigasira 8th house ~ one notable aspect of berkowitz’s case is that he would leave anonymous hand written letters beside his victims, eluding & taunting investigators as they were unable to catch him & describing himself as a monster. mercury represents letters & communication, mars again represents acts of violence in a serial killer’s chart, 8th house represents death, secrets & addictions, mrigasira is a karaka of searching, sensing & blending in with the crowd. a deer head is the symbol of mrigasira, deers strategically blend in with the herd & are innately cautious to not leave their scent in order to avoid predation. mrigasira is actually a soft & gentle natured nakshatra however malefic planets like mars can cause an inability to be soft or gentle
ღ this is based off my personal observations and research. the astrological placements do not solely or inherently indicate one will commit criminal acts, i’m just interpreting placements i find in their charts ღ
#astrology#vedic astrology#serial killers#david berkowitz#richard ramirez#jeffrey dahmer#ted bundy#nakshatras#jyeshtha#mrigasira#revati#uttara bhadrapada#krittika#mars#venus#rahu#ketu#rohini#shravana#criminal astrology#sidereal astrology#vedic#jyotish
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could you edit your abortion post to remove the part about the satanic temple? people in the comments have noted how TST won't help legally, don't need donations, and have an antisemitic history. I'd love to reblog an edited version if you'd consider it /gen
Hey! A few things:
1. IDK how familiar you are with Tumblr mechanics, but me editing the original on a post that's already got a kajillion reblogs is a bit like trying to shoe the horse after it's left the stable. There are plenty of reblogs disagreeing with that detail that you can choose from or - wonder of wonders - you can even add that bit yourself
2. The purpose of joining a group like TST is not to help you get an abortion (I referred to several other groups that can do that). If abortion is illegal in a state, they're not going to start up operations just because you claim an exemption. The point isn't even to defend you in court, really.
TST is functionally a group that creates test cases. The point of a test case is not to win in court but to lose on the grounds of existing law and slowly, over years, move up to higher courts of appeal until winning a case on the grounds of challenging the legality or constitutionality of the law itself. The case then serves as precedent for future legal action. That's what Roe v. Wade was in the first place: a test case brought forward through the courts through legal activism, and it lost every trial right up to the Supreme Court.
In terms of personal protection, then, how does membership in that sort of group protect you if you're prosecuted for obtaining an abortion, either out of state or through illegal means in your state? Well, it may make prosecuting you look like more trouble than it's worth. A conservative prosecutor might not want to tee up a test case like this. It's not a strong protection. It's basically a Hail Mary to keep in your back pocket.
3. As for the antisemitic history, that all stems back to one 2018 decision to hire a lawyer who had also represented antisemitic clients. It was massively controversial in TST, some chapters actually broke off on their own, and I'm not particularly happy about it. That said, it doesn't amount to the church actually promoting antisemitic beliefs.
4. I told people to consider joining, not to donate or participate in TST activities. You literally don't have to do anything to consider yourself a member - just join the email list or do something else that creates a paper trail by which you can claim affiliation. Someone else suggested the Church of Prismatic Light as an alternative. I don't know much about them, but sure, great. If they work as an alternative - by which I mean, if they have documented dogma that the act of getting an abortion is a religious practice and therefore interfering with it is interfering with the ability to practice one's religion and have a history of obnoxious litigation to support it - go for it. Otherwise, hey - you considered it, like I suggested, and decided against it. That's fine, now stop expending your energy on getting a stranger on the internet to use the words you want them to use and focus on the other actions you need to be taking to protect abortion in the real world.
#cw politics#cw religion#the satanic temple#abortion#Jesus fucking Christ I woke up to three anons from the same person#the last one claiming I was ignoring them#buddy IDK how to tell you that people sleep and also don't live on Tumblr
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Outtake: Halloween Barbatos
Obey Me!: Barbatos x AFAB Reader; Non-Con and Drugging; Explicit 18+ ; Word count: 8,708 - Takes place during the Halloween mask 2021 event.
When Barbatos peeks into the future, he sees what trials await you. He steals you away to help you relax, and perhaps indulge in you a little himself.
The stone wall against your back was rough, its pointed edges catching your clothes and loose dirt and rocks clung to your exposed skin. You wrapped your arms tighter around your legs and huddled close, trying to even out your breathing. The only sound you could hear were your own ragged breaths, shoes scuffing the equally rough flooring beneath you.
You whimpered, slapping your hands on either side of your head and trying to focus. Pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes, you failed to see a shadow grow along the wall as someone approached you silently. Sniffling and rubbing your eyes, you heaved a deep sigh before opening your gaze to the toes of your shoes.
Upon seeing another pair directly in front of your feet, you froze. Eyes wide and muscles taunt, you could feel yourself stop breathing – and if you focused, you could swear your heart stopped beating as well. The figure in front of you spoke softly, though you couldn’t hear over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Keeping your eyes trained on the ground, you whimpered as the figure knelt in front of you, offering a gloved hand.
As you hid your face in your knees, you felt something cold wrap around you gently. With a start, you attempted to throw yourself backwards to escape the one in front of you. Instead, you felt a solid cushioning behind your head and Barbatos’ kind eyes peering into your own. His hand was still out towards you, his tail wrapping calmingly around your shoulders, a weight you welcomed as it grounded you to this moment.
It took only a second to emotionally register that he didn’t have a mask on and with a fresh wave of tears – you pounced. You clung to him tightly, and he held you just as tightly in his arms. You choked on a few sobs as you buried your face into his shoulder, nails gripping his regal clothes in a vice grip. His shoulders lifted you slightly with a great sigh as Barbatos held you. For the first time since the themed rooms had been set up, you felt safe and cherished again.
“C-Careful, or I might f-fall in love with you all over a-again, Barb.” You pulled away from him tearfully, grateful for his silent support of you through your small episode. He smiled gently, gloved hands tracing the shape of your face, brushing away your tears. With a small sigh, you leaned into his touch.
“May I ask what has you so upset, my love?” His words were smooth and deep, relaxing you further as you focused on the sound. Hand coming up to cover his on your cheek, you nuzzled his palm. Giving him a soft kiss there, you scooted farther forward to sit on his lap. His eyes watched you carefully, supporting your rear as you settled on his thighs. “Should you wish not to speak of it, then please, just know that I am here for you.”
You took a stuttering breath before clearing your throat. You explained how you had been on preliminary rounds with Simeon and Solomon earlier. How the brothers had tried to attack you. Mammon’s words cutting you like a knife while Levi had an obscenely large gun. The twins trying to cage you between them. Asmo and Satan luring you in with false security, their restless body language promising anything but. You weren’t even sure where Lucifer or Diavolo had wandered off to. “You’re the only demon in this damn place who isn’t trying to take a bite out of me!” You giggled nervously, wiping at the fresh tears.
Barbatos held you tighter, bringing your lower halves flush together, chests mere inches apart. “That sounds like quite the ordeal. I’m sure the young master and Lucifer are handling it. Shall we go somewhere else for the time being?” Sniffling again, you peered at him. His eyes were gentle, swimming with emotions you couldn’t place. He brushed a piece of your hair from your face, chasing away tears with featherlight touches. Finally, you nodded, moving to get off of him, but his grip on your rump tightened. “Don’t go too far, and please, focus on me for a moment.”
He lifted the two of you up easily, tail wrapping around you as well, the long forked ends wrapping tightly around the both of your shoulders. You found yourself squished to his chest, face in his neck once again. He turned his cheek towards you, and after whispering a spell too gently for you to hear, your world began to spin viciously. A surprised shout tore through you, clinging to your demon and closing your eyes tight.
Your world was still spinning as you heard Barbatos begin to laugh softly, “You’re clinging to me quite tightly, aren’t you? Here, open your eyes, my love. We’re here. It’s alright.” Cracking your eye open, you quickly took a survey of your surroundings. Doors upon doors littered your field of vision, and with a soft ‘oh’ you loosened your grip in your arms and legs. Barbatos helped you down, and with a wave of his hand, a plush mattress and low tea table appeared.
Wiggling easily from his grasp, you made a beeline for the bed and tossed yourself onto the soft welcoming comforter. “Barb! This is perfect.” You rolled yourself up before peering out at him, “Thank you. Here, want me to help you pour the tea?” With a gentle laugh, he waved you off, saying how he would handle it. You watched with adoring eyes before unwrapping yourself and easing down onto an overstuffed pillow. “What kinda tea are we having?”
Barbatos worked silently, careful hands preparing loose leaves and other petals of flowers you had never seen before. With practiced ease, he ground some other herbs in a delicate and ornate mortar and pestle, adding it to the tea and petals as well. You settled into the pillow, content to watch him work in comfortable silence. The aroma of the combination felt as if it were loosening your joints. Adjusting your position on the pillow, you scooted a bit closer to watch him as he worked.
He held the tea pot gently in his hands. Bowing his head, you watched as steam gently wafted from the porcelain opening. You couldn’t help the blush and smile that overtook your face. He peered over at you, smiling as he winked. Covering your mouth, you giggled softly. Everything about him was so intentional. The way his fingers worked diligently, the magic flowing through him, every silent adjustment he made with his body. It was as if he were the whisp of steam. Moving through the air and bringing you warmth.
“My love? Did you not want the tea, anymore?” You jolted into an upright position. Peering up at him with a less intelligent ‘huh?’ He smirked slightly, before caressing your cheek. With an amiable smile, “I had asked if you were ready for your tea. Though you seem a bit dazed at the moment. Are you feeling unwell?”
Bringing his hand to rest on your forehead, you couldn’t help but laugh. Moving and holding his hand to your cheek, you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re so amazing! Seriously, you’re graceful in everything you do. Have you ever made a mistake, my sugar cube?” His cheeks flushed for a moment, before pushing your tea to you. His hand fell back to the table as he made another cup for himself.
You watched curiously as you sipped the aromatic tea as he made a different brew for himself. “It may be hard for you to believe, but even I have made mistakes before.” You pulled the cup away to scoff, readjusting your position again. “I am millennia old, my dear. I don’t believe you could begin to quantify just how much has passed me by.” He sipped his tea calmly, not sparing a glance as you set your empty cup down and stood.
As you reached full height, you moved your arms out to catch your balance. “Oh gosh, hey, uhm Barbatos? What-what was in that tea? Was it-” You cleared your throat, drool welling in your mouth, “Was it sleepy time tea? Or maybe, I don’t, am I gonna be sick?” His tail caught you as you buckled slightly, hands gripping him as tightly as you could, though it didn’t seem like you had much strength in the moment. “Oh wow, everything, wow its so bright. Barb? I can’t- help me, please?” His tail tightened around you, bringing you to the bed where you gratefully collapsed, rolling to your side immediately.
Your arms brushed the soft fabric beneath you, touch and sight overwhelming you as you kicked your legs and closed your eyes. “Ah, I’m surprised you relented so easily to the tea’s affects.” You could feel his delicate hands brush your limbs. You whined, pushing your face into the blankets, the muffled sound of his name leaving your tingling lips. He hushed you sweetly, hands gliding down your skin heatedly, but leaving you cold in their wake.
You tried to prop yourself up on a shaky hand, wrist buckling as you put your weight on your forearm instead. “Barbatos?” His name felt like honey leaving your mouth, suffocatingly thick and oozing. Flipping you suddenly, you whimpered, covering your eyes. Blinking slowly, you moved your trembling arms, eyes wandering the timeless room, now bathed in a soft red glow. “I can’t sit up. Will you help me?” A strong hand gripped your limp one and slowly tugged you towards him.
Hazy eyes met his clear gaze. He moved slowly, and your eyes drifted closed as his lips met yours. Hot hands ran up your bare arms and you shuddered, suddenly aware of how very cold you were after all. His tongue eased into your mouth and you couldn’t help the low moan that spilled into his. Smooth slick skin trailed across your back before teasing your breasts. Breaking away, a bit of drool spilled down to rest on his tail as you whispered his name.
“How do you feel, my love? Uncomfortable? Overheated?” His hands were on fire as they traced your sides, deft fingers gripping your plush skin, tight enough to leave small crescent moons. You sighed as you moved your arms to rest against his neck. “You figured it out so easily, I’m proud of you. Do you know what kind of tea it was? Focus on how you’re feeling at the moment, my dear.” His lips kissed your neck as your head leaned on the opposite shoulder.
“Ah… uhm…” Wetting your lips, you tried to focus on his words instead of his mouth. “The tea. It was really good… smelled so… yeah.” Your fingers carded through his hair as you continued your thought, “Barb~ you feel so- ah!” You tried to recoil away from him as he bit you harshly. His hands tightened around your thighs, dragging you closer to him. You took the time to look down at yourself and balked at your nudity. “What? When-when did you undress me?” Eyes flitting back to his, you stiffened slightly. “Barbatos?”
“I need you to focus. Now tell me…what kind of tea was it?” He leaned in close, kissing you softly, but maintained eye contact. “I know that you know. I’ve given you something similar before, but I’m afraid it’s a little different this time, my dear.” You wracked your memory for all the times you and Barbatos had shared special tea. There had been a flurry of times over the years. Sometimes just the two of you, or with Diavolo or Lucifer, sometimes all four of you.
Swallowing thickly, “It-its an aphrodisiac tea. But- its different this time. I wasn’t- all the other times I was so… In my body. This time- there’s something else. Its like I’m in the clouds. Fuck… I can barely think, Barb.” You panted slightly, the long sentences taking a lot out of you. You watched as Barbatos moved away from the bed before lifting you and setting you in the middle of it. As your eyes continued to drift to the floor, you saw the tea table was gone. “Barb… what else was in it? I can’t- thinking’s hard right now.” Your tongue felt fat in your mouth, moving against your teeth slowly.
He moved to rest over your body, his own now bare except for tight shorts that did nothing to conceal his excitement. He sat back on his heels as he watched you struggle to sit up, licking his lips as your arms gave out and you collapsed again with a whimper. “I suppose you could say the other component was a sedative.” His hands drug themselves along your inner thighs, loving gaze watching you closely. “Seeing you so overcome with worry in the RAD corridor… it made me realize how stressed you must be. I’ll help you relax tonight, though I’m sorry if I become a little self-indulgent, my sweet.”
You couldn’t help the anxiety beginning to shoot through you. Self-indulgent? What did he mean by that? He was always such a giving partner, he’d go for rounds and rounds until you were sobbing and begging him to stop. Now that you felt as if you were moving underwater… how much would you be able to take? You moved your hands in an attempt to scoot further away from the demon between your legs.
Silencing your complaints easily, he pressed open mouthed kisses along your body. Whimpers and whines leaving you despite your attempts to cage them in. “You know how the aphrodisiac works, love. Should you fight its affects, it will merely become painful for you. You have nothing to worry about, I shall make you feel euphoric soon enough.” You cried lowly at his words, panting as his kisses covered your chest.
Your hed tilted to the side as he groped you with one hand and gently nursed on your other breast. You couldn’t help how you arched into his mouth, and how wonderful it felt. A soft fire lapped at your skin as you gave into the effects of his tea. And why shouldn’t you? He was right, you were insanely stressed. All day preparation for tonight’s event and then the brothers decide to go crazy? Not to mention how Diavolo and Lucifer went AWOL.
You swallowed thickly as he tightened his grip on your plush skin. “Focus on me, my love. I am the one with you at this moment, and I am the one who controls your pleasure tonight.” You gasped slightly as you peered down at him. His hands caressed your wrists before you felt silk tugging them away from either side of your head. “You may have freedom once you earn it, my sweet. Now, can you tell me what you’d like me to do?”
Tugging on your wrists, you looked at them in a daze. You held your tongue from remarking how you wish he’d lift the fog from your mind. “I-I wanna feel good, Barb. I want you to make me feel good.” You turned away from his critical stare.
He gripped your face in his hands, “My love, I have infinite patience for you, you know that. But I will punish you if you don’t answer me when I speak to you.” You whimpered in his hold. “Now then… I know the sedative is not that strong. Merely enough for you to let go and allow me to guide you.” His plum nails raked down your thighs and you moaned loudly, head tossed back. “Oh? Is that how you would like to play tonight? Roughly? I can give you rough, my love.”
“W-Wait, Barb- ah!” You instinctually curled forward as his tail shoved itself inside of you. You then tossed your head back, biting back another moan as he pressed deeper into you. You tried to close your legs, wanting friction that his smooth skin wouldn’t offer. You groaned as he held you wide open with his knees, “Barbatos! I- p-please, touch me.” His hands flitted to either of your hips, pressing his thumbs into the joints harshly.
He watched as you pressed the back off your head further into the pillows surrounding you. “I need you to be a bit more specific, I’m unable to read your mind.” You grit your teeth, hands straining against the smooth ribbons as his tail coiled and pressed against your inner walls. You licked your lips, trying to find your voice as the forked end of his tail twisted together inside of you and became thicker. Fingers left your hips to settle on either side of your head, his hair falling into a curtain around half your faces. “What was that? I don’t believe I quite caught that.”
Panting louder, you cried out as he continually brushed your sweet spot, thick tail filling you to the brim. “Ba-Barb! Your- haah~ t-tail! So-” Tossing your head to the side, you cried out, rocking your hips to meet his tail pressed so deeply inside of you. You bit your lip before you felt his mouth covering your own. Muffled moans and cries slipping past your mouths, you rose a shaky leg to wrap around his waist, willing his tail deeper into you.
Breaking apart you moaned his name again, mouth falling open. His eyes flicking to yours before he pulled your mouth open wider and spit onto your tongue. You whined as he let go, swallowing and licking your lips. He hummed in satisfaction, hand moving lower to brush over your clit. “Is this what you wanted?” You cried out again, nodding your head quickly. “You’re being so loud, I’m sure our master can hear you all the way back at RAD.” You shuddered at the thought of Diavolo, you were sure Barb would delight in breaking you on both his thick tail and Dia’s massive cock.
“B-Barb, more please! I wanna feel you, touch me! I want- ah! Want your mouth and hands on me! Haah~ y-yes like- ah~ like that~” Biting your lip again, you watched as he dove back to your chest, licking and biting more aggressively now, his hand scratching your thigh as his knees held you wide open. “Feels amazing~ Barbatos~ I- mmhm~ oh fuck!” You tossed your head back as his digits ground your clit hard, tail stroking firmly along your walls, “Barb! You- ahh!”
Free leg kicking, you tried to bring him closer with your other limb, hooked around his slim hips. “Closer- please! I’m gonna cum, Barb! Wanna- wanna finish on your tail, want more! Want you! Pl-please, kiss me! I just- ah! Haah~ need you!” Barbatos panted as your cunt tightened along his tail, the two sensitive prongs overheating him with pleasure. He grit his teeth before both hands flew to your cheeks, holding you in place as he devoured your mouth.
His hips jerked forward, the rough material of his tight shorts pressing against you. You moaned into his mouth lasciviously as he ground his aching cock against your clit. His tail twisting and writhing inside of you pressing repeatedly and solidly against your sweet spot. You wrapped your other leg around him, tugging him even tighter against you as he rocked into you.
He broke apart from you to moan and watch you closely. Peering up at him, you felt your eyes tear up, “Go-Gonna cum, wanna cum for you, fuck! J-just for you, Barb!” He licked his lips as you arched into him, chest pressed together in a sweaty half embrace. Your head whipped to the side before he brought you back to watch him, “Fuck! Haah~ Barb~ mmmmm, I can’t! S-so much!” He tilted your head to the side, listening to you cry out for him as he licked the shell of your ear before biting down on your neck hard.
You finished around him with a loud cry, muscles clenching around his slick tail and he whimpered with his face pressed flush into your neck. He nibbled slightly on the skin surrounding his bite mark, rocking his hips and helping you ride out your orgasm. Coming back down, you felt your chest heave as you sucked in as much air as you could. You whimpered as he eased his tail slowly out of you, uncurling as he did so. You looked up at him with bleary eyes, as if the fog had thickened with your climax. “B-Barb? I can’t… I can’t see you…”
Your voice faded a bit as your unfocused gaze tried to hold Barbatos in one spot. He licked his lips, watching as your eyes became heavier and a blush covered your cheeks. “Don’t worry, my love. I know exactly how to wake you up.” You sighed as you felt him manhandle your body. Dragging you down lower on the bed, you felt as your head slipped over the edge. You flexed your hands slowly, watching them as well as you could.
You turned your head back up, trying to find Barbatos in your line of vision. You sighed as his wet tail traced your body, slipping between your legs and stroking your wet folds before dragging up your body. You hummed as it pet you sensually, your eyes closing before you heard a slight snap of elastic. You murmured his name again, trying to pinpoint where he was before you felt smooth, warm, velvet soft skin pressing to your lips.
Tongue darting out in a soft lick, you could taste the familiar flavor of his pre-cum in your mouth. You let your arms fall backwards, trying to pet his thighs but too limp to be able to do much other than open your mouth welcomingly. With a soft sigh, he pressed himself into your mouth, pulling back slightly, then pressing deeper.
“Such divine lips, and ah~ your tongue. So sweet around my cock, my love.” His hand stroked your cheek before pressing down slightly on your throat as he pressed deeper into your maw. He gasped slightly as you sucked him off, tongue stroking every part you could reach. You whimpered as your hands opened and closed, unable to move them more than a few inches. He braced one hand against the bed, tail sliding down to play with your digits.
You moaned around him, teeth grazing him slightly and his hissed at the contact, bucking into you. “You take me so well. Swallow my cock- yes! Ah~ L-Like that.” He groaned, his hand pressing against your throat tightly as you choked slightly on him, “Now now, my dear, I know that- haah~ that you can take all of me. Relax, there yes, like that- ah~ per-perfect, my love. Suck tighter, and use your tong- ah!” His hands both fell to rest on the mattress as he bucked into your wet mouth.
Slender tail tips wrapped around your wrists as you eagerly sucked on Barbatos’ cock, bringing them up to rest against his thigh, the other bringing you to his package. You moaned as he slipped down your throat once again, the angle helping with your gag reflex. He rocked into you as steadily as he could, panting as he approached his release. He always finished quickly in your mouth, especially hearing you moan around him – knowing you liked it as much as he did. He licked his lips, biting them as he indulged in you deep throating him, his hand feeling his cock inside you as he pressed his palm to your neck once again.
“Ah~!” He bucked roughly as your weak hands gripped his package, heavy and full of cum to feed you with. “M-My love, haah~ yes, like that. Tighter, ah! Yo-Your mouth, my dear. Yes, yes~ like that. Perfect. You’re being so, ahh~ g-good for me. You like to suck my cock? When I use your mouth, haah~ like a personal cock warmer? I fit so well, don’t you, mmm~ haah~, don’t you think?” One hand left your side to rest against his face. He was so close, especially after watching you come undone around his tail.
Barbatos swallowed thickly, “I- fuck! Going to cum in your cute mouth, ‘m gonna pump you, ahh~ f-full of my cum. Be a g-good pet and swallow it all for me, won’t you? Yes~ yes, you’re always so good for me, I know you- ah! Know you’ll be-be good and-” He tossed his head back, hips jerking as you choked around him again. His hand gripped your throat tightly and he felt you swallow around his cock as he pressed as deep as he could go. Grinding and bucking against your lips, he faintly heard your muffled, vibrating cries as he emptied into your mouth.
His tail kept your hand wrapped around him, as he weakly began to tug himself out from between your lips. He shuddered as you gasped for breath through your nose, your suction grip on him tight. “F-fuck, my love. Hahh~ you feel amazing.” His hands busied themselves with groping and tugging at your nipples as his cock finally slipped free of your mouth. He listened as you gasped for breath, coughing slightly.
Hands brought back to your sides by his tail, he sat next to you on the bed’s edge for a moment. He maneuvered you to be on your side, head resting in his lap. You gently kissed his now soft cock before nuzzling into him. He pet your hair, gazing down at you lovingly. Barbatos rolled his shoulders back, hearing the bones pop as he summoned a glass of water. Taking a sip himself, he eased you up, despite your whines. “Here, drink this.” You sipped at the water, the cool temperature soothing your aching throat.
He wiped a bit of spilled cum from your lips before he lifted you once again. You whined, pressing your face into his chest before you felt silk around your wrists again. “Huh?” You peered upwards, the soft ribbons disappearing into the dark ceiling somewhere. “B-Barbatos?” You flopped your head forward, trying to hold your chin up to see him. You whimpered as you felt his hands grip your ankles tightly.
“Ah, my love. I apologize, did you think we were done?” You tugged on your restraints, and shook your head. “Yes, I know. You’re tired. Don’t fret, dear. Its just the sedative keeping you relaxed. I know you can handle much more. Now, just focus on the sound of my voice, I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You tried to jerk your wrist but squeaked as they pulled you higher off the bed.
You felt your weightless body being tugged towards your demon, and surprisingly enough, you couldn’t feel any pain in your arms, despite being suspended by them. You licked your lips in anticipation, the aphrodisiac still lighting your nerve endings on fire as he settled your knees on his shoulders. “Its only fair I get to taste you now, correct? Please, don’t feel as though you need to be quiet, I do so love to hear your sweet sounds.”
Barbatos rested on the bed in a comfortable and relaxed position, keeping your swaying body in front of his face. He pressed his lips against your still wet folds, inhaling your scent deeply. He felt himself tremble at your scent, down to the tips of his tails. You were spread wide open, and all his for the taking. Guiltlessly, he indulged in your wet heat, tongue pressing inside your slit. Your head fell backwards, sighing loudly as he began his ministrations.
You tried to rock your hips to his face, wanting him deeper, but unable to ground yourself as you stayed strung up to the ceiling. You whined, wiggling your arms and he smirked between your legs. You willed the bonds to break, but you couldn’t focus well enough with how hazy your mind was for any proper magic. “If you want something, my love… you must merely ask me of it.” He pulled away from your cunt and blew cool air onto you gently.
Licking his lips, he kept your legs from closing, “Remember to ask nicely when you find your voice.” With that, he delved back into his task. He worked you with his sinful tongue easily, tasting every bit of you that he could reach. Fingers trailing up from your thighs, he brushed over your clit with featherlight touches. You jerked hard on the silk, groaning and biting your lip. But as he moved instead to bite your inner thigh, you cried out, mouth falling open at the sudden pain.
“Barb! Eat me out like you fucking mean it, damn it!” You tried to kick your legs, not only his vice grip restraining you, but the angle merely pushing your body back slightly due to your suspension. You opened your mouth to beg once again but quickly moaned his name instead and he pressed his tongue inside of you. “Haah~ Barbatos~” You licked your lips, trying to keep your eyes on his. His own gaze met yours and you saw how blown out his eyes were. Nearly all black and gazing at you unblinkingly. You tried to speak but could only cry out instead, your upper body jerked in tandem with each kick of your legs.
His tail began to wind around you, starting at your hips and coiling until it rested on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but pant as he picked up his pace, one hand abandoning your thigh to join his tongue. You moaned, head nearly falling back behind you, but his tail kept you propped up. You let your thighs fall open wider, his tail giving you a bit of leverage.
You cried his name, his eyes flicking towards you for a moment as you held your mouth open with your tongue out. Flushed cheeks, drool covered lips, and hazy eyes all begging him to use you. His nails bit into you as one of his tail tips slipped into your waiting mouth. You moaned loudly around him, the vibrations exciting him further. You choked a bit as he pressed deeper into your mouth, tail stroking your tongue back as you pressed him to the roof of your mouth.
You could feel your thighs begin to shake as his fingers brushed lovingly against your sweet spot, mouth moving to suck on your clit roughly. Your cries were muffled by his tail, but he felt every sweet sound that left your perfect mouth, his own working faster between your legs. Soon, the only sounds you could hear were both your heavy breathing, sloppy sucking, and moans from the both of you.
As you felt your climax approaching, walls spasming around Barbatos’ fingers, you tried to push his tail out of your mouth. You gagged as he pressed more of his tail into your mouth, jaw stretched wide around him. You cried out, thighs jumping away while simultaneously trying to close around him. Tears slipped from your eyes as you couldn’t help but jerk your hips and bite his tail as you came undone around him. You tensed crying out and curling inwards as your orgasm washed over you.
Barbatos bit your clit a bit harsher, though he loved the feeling of your teeth trying to sink into his tail. The skin was incredibly sensitive, but also just as strong as the rest of him. You could never hope to truly hurt him. He finished lapping up everything your sweet cunt had to give him before he broke away from you. He watched you closely as he gently pulled his tail from your mouth, pausing when you gripped him again with your teeth at each aftershock his fingers brought.
“That was good. I’m proud of you.” He paused his praise to lick a stripe up your inner thigh. “Think you can handle more?” You shook your head in rapid denial, while you loved all the pleasure he could give you, you desperately wanted the fog to go away and to relax for a moment. The aphrodisiac was making your ears buzz and your skin to become too hot. “Oh, surely now, you can’t be finished yet. I know you like to cum much more than that – and besides, I haven’t even had a chance to pump you full of my own cum. Yes, I think we’ll go on.” He kissed both your thighs, gaze watching as you shook your head and whimpered.
“N-No, pl-please, I want- please I want this fog to-to stop. I can’t- can’t focus, sugar. Please, fix it. I can hardly see you.” Tears welled in your eyes, distorting your view of him further. You heard him laugh and set your lower half down on the bed. You sighed as the ribbons also let down your upper half. “Barb… please stop. I can’t anymore… please.” Trying to roll onto your side and get up, you felt the silk at your wrists again. With wide eyes, you shouted as you were once again secured to the bed posts.
Licking his lips, he watched you struggle. Both against the restraints and the fog that covered your mind and kept you weak. You couldn’t fight back against him even if you truly wanted to. Not that you’d beat him. Even with how strong of a sorcerer you’d become with Solomon leading you, he was still an incredibly old and powerful demon. He flexed wrists, another ribbon appearing and gripping an ankle, tugging it to the other bed post.
“My love, it’s time I give you what I know you’ve been waiting for.” You tossed your head to the side, tears falling again as you shouted your dissent. He took his rightful spot between your legs, and stroked his cock along your wet folds. Additionally, his tail stroked your body before trailing down to rest under you and prod at your rear.
You whimpered beneath him, shaking your head quicker. “Ah, ah, love. You’re going to exacerbate the drug’s affects if you keep moving like that. Unless you’re aiming to pass out. But I can assure you if that is your goal, then you will wake up much more sore than if you stay with me.” His hands caressed your cheeks before kissing your forehead. He watched as you begged him to stop, loving eyes following your tears as they rolled down your cheeks.
He knew you wanted it, deep down. He never got to spend that much time alone with you, so he would be sure that you both spent your time that much more wisely. It mattered not if you said no in the moment, he knew you’d be singing his name once he had his claws into you. He laughed quietly at his own words, he would hardly use his claws honestly, more like when he managed to get his tail inside of you, and of course his generous cock.
You stilled your head, tearful gaze to the side as you felt his cockhead press into your wet desperate heat. You couldn’t deny it felt amazing, but you knew it was the aphrodisiac – you were tired of the flames that licked your body with every touch he gave you, and you were sure as hell fed up with the drugging. You hadn’t been able to see him clearly since you sat down for tea. You grit your teeth, taking deep breaths before focusing all the fire along your body into your mouth. Once you felt you had enough, you filled your mouth with magic and spit fire at your lover. Hoping he would at least take you a little seriously.
With a quick flick of his wrist, your attack dissipated rapidly. He watched with calculating eyes as you deflated in front of him. Leaning forward, he listened to your whimpers and cries as you were nose to nose with each other. “My little one, did you just try to use a spell against me? Just as I was going to do everything I could to help you lose yourself in the throes of passion?”
More tears filled your eyes as your heart pounded in your chest, “N-No, no no no, I wasn’t- I-” Swallowing thickly you screamed and jerked against your restraints, free leg kicking as much as you could. “Let me- I- out! I want out! I never said- you- I didn’t want special tea! Barb!” You struggled more as anger and fear welled up inside you, “Just let me go! Stop it! Bar-” Squealing, you cried as he slapped his hand hard over your mouth.
Big tearful eyes met his stormy dark gaze. “I’m doing this for you. You have no idea the trials I saved you from, my love. Now I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, and the first thing you’re going to say is ‘thank you’. Do I make myself clear?” At your petrified look, he shook your head a bit roughly. With a muffled cry, you nodded. “Good pet. Now, after this little outburst. We’re going to have fun. Just you, and me.” He lifted his hand, careful eyes watching as you gasped for breath, stuttering air leaving you as you wheezed out your small and weak thanks.
He couldn’t help the rush of blood to his cock at your tearful face, bitten kissed lips swollen, and hair ruined. Licking his lips, he gave you a sweet chaste kiss. “Good pet.” Repeating it a few times, he pet your cheek, before sitting all the way back up again. Resting on his heels, his hands slid down to your thighs and you felt yourself be lifted slightly, thanks to your restraints.
Readjusting himself, he pressed the tip of his shaft to your wet folds. Though he took notice that you didn’t seem nearly as wet as before. With gentle movements, he rocked his hips forward and watched your face carefully. You sighed as the contact, wet cheeks heating with pleasure as you bit your lips. Whimpering as he went deeper with each gentle rocking of his hips, you fell backwards into the pillows as he bottomed out. The stretch felt good, you couldn’t lie, and the ridges and textured skin of his demonic shaft felt amazing against your walls.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, quickly morphing into a moan of pleasure, Barbatos began to rock into you. Your fists clenched in their holds, wanting nothing more than to just be able to touch him once. You cried out as his slow pace, free leg hooking over his waist the best you could. Crying his name, you dug your heel into his lower back, lifting your hips as high as possible to meet his thrusts.
You wiggled, calling his name, and begging for more. “I don’t know. Do bad naughty humans who attack their loving demons deserve more?” You left out a frustrated shout, and he reveled in the power to make you bend to his will. Listening to how bad you wanted his cock, his tail, for him to ravage you. “And what do good little ones say to get what they want?” His hand stroked your cheek delicately.
“P-Please, Barb. I-I need you, more, ah! Like-like that! Mhm~ haah~ can-can you use your- ah~ ahh! Tail! I want you-your tail!” You cried in frustration at the fog that kept you hazy. You couldn’t move your body if you tried, you were only allowed this much movement because Barbatos had you taunt with silk cords. Opening your blurry eyes, you watched as he planted both palms on each side of your head, as he was before.
“You’re so sweet, you know that? My perfect love. Made oh so especially for me.” He brought himself down to press a kiss to your swollen lips, tongue easily pushing past your teeth and into your mouth. You moaned as you felt his slick tail press into your tight hole. “Relax, my dear. I need you to relax.” One hand traced down your body and you felt yourself melt into the bed.
“Barbatos~” Your eyes rolled back as your head fell to the pillows, you felt so loose that you couldn’t quite pin down why you were so upset mere moments ago. “Ah~ Ah!” You pressed into his back with your heel, trying to rock your hips with his tail pressing inside of you, its slick wetness easily letting it slip into you easier. “Y-Yes, mmm~ feels-feels so good~ m-more, please I can ta-take it.” Your head fell to the side, eyes watching him the best you could.
He let his head fall back, a loud groan tearing through him at the first few moments of bliss of your tight walls unfurling around his slick forked tail tip. He licked his lips before grabbing your hair, prying your jaw open, and spitting into your mouth once again. He watched with pink cheeks as you swallowed and stuck out your tongue again. Lewd face peering up at him as you moaned as more of his tail made its way inside of you.
Barbatos grit his teeth as he watched you, you were so blissed out you couldn’t see him at all. Tears and drugged haze keeping him truly from your sight. Though the next time he decided to play with you, he wouldn’t use this kind of sedative. He liked when you fought back for a moment, but your inability to see him and maintain actual trains of thought annoyed him a bit. He moaned loudly as he worked his tail inside you, other forked tip slipping in with the original.
You cried out at the intrusion, the two tips stretching you wide, the wetness coating you inside. “Barbatos~ move, please…” You weakly strained against the ribbons, and he began a slow pace. He wanted to drag it out, he decided this would be the position he would break you in. Rocking his hips out of you, he thrust slowly back into you, tail pushing inside as well.
Loud cries overtook the room as your oversensitive walls accepted him deeper. His breath stuttered from his lungs as he continued to drag his textured cock from your wet cunt, just to sink back in with more of his tail in your tight ass. “My love~ you’re- haah~ so tight around me. Tell me, do you wish for, ah! For me to go faster?” You immediately nodded your head. Wanting all of him and telling him just that as best as you could as he stuffed you full in both holes.
“Ah! Ahh! Yes! Fe-feels amazing! More, Barb- please! Ahh!” Your leg had slipped from his hip, but you focused on keeping it firm in the mattress, bucking to meet his long thrusts. Glassy eyes peered up at him as he moved faster within you. Soon, your whole body was rocking back and forth quickly and roughly as he thoroughly fucked you. “Barb! T-Touch me, please! I need- I’m so close! Wanna cum! Fo-for you! Please- ahh!”
He watched you writhe beneath him as he panted above you. Hips snapping forward, his tail coiled inside of you, thick and bulging against your walls. You couldn’t help but shout as his tail pressed into your sweet spot from behind and his long, ridged cock stroked it directly and roughly. “Barb! Barbatos! Ah! Fuck! Please!” His digits easily found your abused clit and pressed on it firmly. “Barb-! Ah~ fuck! No! I’m- ah! Gonna-!” You arched your back, head burrowing into the pillows and your leg seizing up as you felt your orgasm tear through you once again.
Relishing in your screams as you squeezed his cock and tail for all he had, he growled low in his checks, his snapping into yours hard as both hands gripped your hips. “You’re mine! Mine, all for me- fuck! Won’t let you leave, you’re all mine! Ah!” His head fell forward as his tail and cock lost rhythm, pressing and thrusting into you hard at differing intervals.
You screamed around him, head tossing from side to side as you felt yourself become worked up again. “Barb! Yes! Fuck, feels- ah! S-so good~ please!” You weren’t even sure what you were begging for at this point – you just knew you wanted him to fuck you. To break you, use you, pump you full of his cum. “Bar-Barb! Want you, want you! So bad! More! Haah~ yes!” Basking in your afterglow and quickly building orgasm, he felt your cunt spasm around him again. His head fell forward, hair a mess as he drooled onto your chest.
“Y-You want my cum, is that it, pet? Want me to- ah~ fill you up?” He began to lose focus on you beneath him as he chased his own pleasure. Digits returning to your now rather swollen clit, he worked you quickly into your next orgasm, watching as your brows knit and drool left your open mouth as you screamed his name. Barbatos cried aloud as you tightened down on him like a vice, dragging his cock in and out of you with effort – his tail stay nestled inside of you and coiling upon itself, making it bigger inside of you.
He panted above you as his hips stilled, whimpering as he dumped his hot load inside of you. Aftershocks of pleasure had him jerking his hips. Swallowing thickly, he brushed his hair back, sitting on his heels. Your eyes were barely open, gasping shallowly as your walls squeezed him sporadically. Licking his lips he moved his tail a bit out of you, just to thrust it back inside you roughly. He watched as you tried to jerk away from him, surely overstimulated. Peering down, his mouth watered even more at the sight of his cum gushing out from around his cock.
Muscles tightening over his still hard cock, you forced some of his load out of you as well. Peering up at you, watching you closely as he began to shallowly thrust in and out of you again. He whimpered, hand supporting him beside your head as your tight walls clung to him so tightly he felt as if he were ripping you open just to drag himself out.
Your cries were much quieter, and he gazed on your passed out body with adoration. Of course, this meant he could have even more fun with you. He slipped from your heat, groaning at loss of contact, and withdrew the silk ribbons keeping you secure to the posts. He instead used them to carefully tie your limbs behind your back, leaving your legs free as he summoned a spreader bar.
He kissed your round cheek before sinking his teeth into you. Pulling back, he admired the new bite on your rear. He secured the bar above your knees before retying your legs to the posts. He Pulled your hips up a bit higher, and pressed his cock into your ass, the tips of his tail corkscrewing together and slipping into your wet welcoming heat. He could hear your barely conscious cries and moans as he pounded into you from behind, his tail sliding in and out of you easily.
Hands drug themselves up from your knees, catching all of his cum you were wasting and stuffing it back in with his tail. He growled again in his chest, spanking your ass hard and hearing a muffled cry from within the pile of pillows he had set you in. He let his head tilt back as he rawed you roughly, tail keeping a bruising pace while he basked in the tightness of your muscles clenching tightly onto his cock. His fingers left your cum slicked thighs to rub your clit more, admiring how hot you were to the touch.
He grinned as he felt your legs finally give out, the position and the spreader bar the only things keeping you up as each powerful thrust hit home. The wet sounds of his hips dragging against yours the only sounds besides his quiet pleasured ones and your muffled broken sounds. He fucked you through your next orgasm, swollen cock begging to dump more cum into you.
As you involuntarily tightened around his cock and tail once again, he snarled, slapping your ass hard. Your pained cry also muffled against the pillows. Grinding his teeth, his hand gripped your hair, jerking your head to the side so he could hear you better. Thrusting into your drenched wet cunt, his tail began to unfurl and he quickly pulled out of your tight hole to sink into your wet heat again with one forked tip of his tail. He nearly collapsed on top of you as your walls suffocated his cock. His other forked tip slipping back into your ass, and Barbatos gasped at the feeling.
He watched your generally unresponsive face, watching as your brow knitted together or your glistening lips would part for to allow another cry to leave your sweet mouth. He licked his lips, swallowing his mouthful of spit, and focused on his pace. After the quick rest, even with your tight grip, he was confident he could get you to cum again before he emptied into you.
With deep breaths, he began to pound into you once again. His hands gripped the bow at your wrists that kept you pinned below him. Pressing into them his eyes drifted closed as he worked your body and chased his own high. Getting his tail to go quick and fast inside of you, he coiled the tip in your ass to be bigger, pressing tightly into you and squeezing his smooth appendage like a vice.
Baring his teeth, he bucked faster into you, wet sounds surrounding him in a sweet melody as he worked to make you cum again. Leaning down, he bit the back of your shoulder, pressing his lips to your sweaty skin and whispering ‘mine’ over and over. And he meant it, you were his, all for him, and welcoming his cock and tail inside you even while you were passed out. You were made for him, and he’d take you for as long as he pleased and- “Fuck! Haah~ Haah~ fuck- ahh!”
Hips stuttering, he worked his hand over your tummy and pressed up roughly, spreader bar cutting into your skin, but stimulating your sweet spot with all the pressure. He watched as your fingers moved, trying to grip something as another orgasm tore through your limp frame. Cries and pants left your unhinged mouth, wet spot growing from all your drool covering the comforter. He panted heavily, thrusting roughly before finally spilling his cum into you once again.
Shallow thrusts to ride himself through his orgasm, he waved his hand, spreader bar disappearing as easily as it had appeared. He groaned at the grip you had on his tail buried deep in your tight hole, the only thing keeping your hips up and his softening cock inside of you. Finally, his hips stopped and he collapsed on top of you.
Drinking in deep breaths, he weakly pushed himself off of you, slipping his cock out and using his tail to keep his mess inside of you. Satisfied you were plugged up with his tail, he drug you closer to him. Summoning a thick blanket, he let it billow down over the both of you.
He relaxed and felt you move against him, seeking his warmth. His heart throbbed in his chest as he held you flush against him. He was sure that no matter how you reacted when you awoke that he would be able to handle it – whether it be drugging you again or taking you just as roughly, he’d let you decide. He was also confident that Diavolo would forgive him for such an indulgent use of his powers as he allowed time to remain stopped while the two of you cuddled and basked in your messy afterglow.
Sighing deeply, he felt all his tension flow out of his shoulders. For now he could be with you, in your own little world outside of time. Tomorrow he would deal with all the consequences of his actions.
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It's at moments like this that Michael burns with embarassment.
His knees and elbows are smarting like they've been smacked, his knife skittered off into the dark of the house, and he feels like one giant bruise. He looks angrily up at the staircase, the one that he'd attempted to climb. It isn't a difficult climb, the steps he vaguely remembers from his childhood being much smaller and easier for his full-grown legs.
And yet.
He pulls himself into a sitting position and is reminded of the issue.
The shoe laces.
He'd felt them before he had stumbled, stepping up, feeling the pull of his foot being stuck, and reacted too late.
And now he's sitting at the bottom of the stairs in his house, feeling very stupid and frustrated because he does not know how to tie his laces.
He's only glad that he is alone for this embarassment, that he'd fallen like a kid because his laces aren't tied and he doesn't have a Mom to tie them for him. The overlord, demon, Satan, Entity, whatever the others called it, is thankfully also silent. He can always tell when it's watching him because its whispers are so, so tempting.
No, he is alone and he is stewing in his embarassment, staring down at the shoelaces on these boots that don't even fit properly, stolen off the body of a man in a haze he barely remembers.
He hurts. He almost feels like crying. He wants to stab something.
And that's when the survivor reaches the edge of his senses and Michael puts his head in his hands because he is so tired of walking through life without knowing anything at all. Hopefully the other person did not hear him fall.
Please do not have heard him fall.
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The sound of a heavy thud caught the leader's attention. Thanksfully, he was near a bush he hid himself into. He waited for a killer to come around any time soon, but nobody did. Or at least did so without a sound, which was odd since the killers were either buff as hell, or some sort of noisy creature. After a while, curiosity got the best of him and he slowly paced towards the window and looked inside.
Myers was sitting on the floor, alone, with his knife to the side. If this was an anime, Dwight would have a giant question mark on top of his head. What was he doing?
Until he paid attention and realised his shoelaces were untied.
You've got to be kidding.
This couldn’t be a new tactic for baiting and killing survivors, right? It’d be too far-fetched for someone like Michael. But was he capable of being upset at something that wasn’t missing a kill?
"Are you okay?", he immediately pressed his lips after speaking. He didn't mean to actually talk. It's just that the killer seemed genuinely distressed and wasn't in a threatening possition at all.
Nonetheless, Dwight tensed up, ready to run away if the situation required it.
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What, Michael wanted to yell, does it LOOK LIKE?
Of course, he did not yell. His throat felt like it was full of thorns, or broken glass. He lifted his head and glared at the survivor, tugging his knees up to his body. His knife was just out of reach, but he could grab it if he lunged. He did not want to lunge. He did not want to have to attack a survivor outside of the trials, because that never ended well for him. The entity's claws in his back or arms leaving slow-to-heal gashes was not something he wanted to repeat.
But the embarassment was overwhelming, and Michael let out a quiet huff, turning his head away again. He normally liked to keep track of everyone in his realm, but he couldn't even tie his shoelaces and he'd fallen and it was overwhelming. He wanted to cry. Instead, he clenched his fists and tried to regulate his breathing, which had picked up the pace as if he'd been chasing someone. His chest felt tight and his eyes were hot. He didn't know what all this was, he wasn't numb in the realms and strong emotions still overwhelmed him greatly.
All he wanted was to curl up in a ball and vanish.
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Well this was weird.
Not only because Michael was clearly non-aggressive, but because he was also in a state that he's never seen him in before. Of course killers did get at least a little embarassed sometimes-like when you slam a pallet down and they aren't counting on it, or when the Trapper steps on his own bear traps.
But this was different. This wasn't some trial-oriented mistake. It was shoelaces. To top it off, the way he turned his face made Michael look adorable.
He couldn't help but feel bad for him,and it wasn't rare for Dwight to feel for the killers. They were people too, or at least someday they were. And after all, they're also victims of the Entity's claws.
He crouched, slowly approaching the killer with friendly intention.
"I could help you, if that's okay with you." Either by tying them or teaching him how to do it. He was way too familiar with the concept of being ridiculed for something you 'should know' how to do. And he knew if any other survivor found him like that, they'd probably laugh at him. On one hand he couldn't blame them that much since this man was the one responsible for many of their deaths and tortures. But on the other, it didn't sit right with him. At least not in this scenario, with the way he found him so vulnerable.
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Michael had never been approached like this. The survivor was creeping toward him, low to the ground, face open, offering to help. He slowly turned his head so he could watch, eyes flicking over the other man and taking in his body language, trying to figure it out. He was reaching out, but he wasn't forcing anything.
Asking before he could touch Michael.
Kind. Genuine. Hopeful.
Michael was fiercely reminded of Sam, massaging his stiff hands and helping him to place his fingers on her guitar strings. Maybe, just maybe, there were more people out there like Sam? More people who didn't believe in his evil, or people who trusted him despite it?
He ducked his head slightly, still embarassed, but… then he nodded. His shoulders, still stiff with emotion, started to relax. He wasn't about to have a flashlight shone in his face and a survivor laughing as they ran away. It wasn't a trial, it wasn't a police officer, it wasn't a doctor strapping him down and injecting him.
Just a young, nervous man who wanted to help.
Michael put his hands on the floor and shuffled over so he was directly opposite Dwight, and put his foot out. The ill-fitting shoe looked scuffed and ragged, like everything did in the realm.
He wondered if the young man realised that Michael would probably be faster in future trials because of this help.
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Subliminal messages in song
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“Revolution #9” is weird enough played forwards, but played backwards, there’s something that sounds suspiciously like John Lennon repeating the phrase “Turn me on, dead man.” This message was supposedly part of the whole “Paul is dead” storyline that started in the backtrack for “Strawberry Fields Forever” and carried through (at least for Beatles conspiracy theorists) with things like Paul McCartney not wearing shoes on the cover of Abbey Road seen as symbols of his secret death. pontiac groups About: I Am Now Going to Assault your mind with Subliminal Messages (or simply ' Subliminal Messages') is a clip from the Season 2 episode of Spongebob Squarepants television show entitled 'Gary Takes a Bath.'. For example…īackwards message: “Turn me on, dead man.” Whatever one’s views on cannabis consumption, this message is far less creepy than some of the other utterances on backmask. Download Subliminal Messages song and listen.
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Sing the backwards lyrics to the song and record them, then play them in reverse-youll get the original song. Listen to Subliminal Messages MP3 Song by Never Shout Never from the album Sunflower free online on Gaana. Its not just the power of suggestion, theyre there, its just that some people need some guidance in hearing them. There’s some debate about whether Freddie Mercury is singing “Start to smoke marijuana” or “It’s fun to smoke marijuana” when this hit spins backwards, but he’s definitely saying something about “smoke marijuana” - which, as we learned earlier with John Lennon, is how this whole backwards message trend started. Subliminal messages rely on the fact that your brain fills in the blanks, and the people creating the know that fact. British metal band Judas Priest’s cover put the members in court in 1990, when the parents of two young fans of the band who attempted suicide in 1985 sued them in a civil case, alleging the song included the subliminal command “Do it.” The case was dismissed, with the judge ruling that any subliminal messages in the song, if they existed, were not culpable for the deaths.īackwards message: “Start to smoke marijuana” “Better by You, Better than Me” was originally recorded by the band Spooky Tooth in 1969. Judas Priest, “Better by You, Better than Me” By the 1980s, backmasking had become controversial, with some Christian groups claiming the “subliminal” messages in many rock records were Satanic, censorship bills and mandated warning labels popping up in some states, and of course, the infamous trial of Judas Priest - which leads us to the first of five famous backwards messages:
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CDs, personal computers and portable audio players limited the ability to listen to tracks in reverse, and fewer people have record collections today than in the 1960s, when it was the dominant medium for music. Are there subliminal messages in reversed songs Today, we put to the test some of the most popular cases of 'reported' subliminal messages in musicFor guit.
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weird dream. guy steps on me.
Last night I had a weird dream.
I was probably walking through home depot and this big burly guy started stepping on me. I kept trying to move away under his nasty shoe, but he kept stepping on me to the point where there were footprints stamped onto my dress.
I felt degraded. He kept making footprints on me. I suddenly snapped. Wielded a large textbook and smacked him on the head. I shouted, “don’t step on me!” His large body flopped to the ground. Panicked, I fled like Moses.
Fear proceeded. People are chasing me. I committed a crime. Even though the man stepped on me, I was the one who assaulted him first (in my mind). What will happen to me? It’s a matter of time the authorities will go after me. Will this ruin me?
Hurriedly, I searched the surveillance cameras for the evidence. It replayed. But all I saw was the point where the man flopped to the ground. There was no footage before that point. But what I didn’t realize was how fast he got up. My back was turned. He was ready to retaliate to strike me. Lightning fast, another slender, but toned man blocked his way. Rapid-fire and violent thrashing ensued. Their bodies, fist and legs moved so fast, it looked as if a mob was fighting. I had no idea that someone had defended me. Was this some supernatural thing that occurred or was this real and I had not seen the full picture because my back was turned?
Then I felt a rush of relief. With a friend, we went to a building to search for the man who had saved me. We wanted to give him a meal to show our appreciation. When we identified the person from a distance, we asked, what was his name? Then he answered, his name is “Good Lord”.
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Insights
Some thoughts when reflecting, it reminded me of how victims of abusers can often have this irrational fear of defending themselves. But sometimes they are provoked to the point of rage and anger, then retaliate. Then abusers can use this against them and use that as an excuse to return the blow by striking back.
Another thought was, how often do we not realize that God is fighting for us behind our backs, but we just don’t see it?
This dream however, resembles some personal feelings that have swelled in the back of my mind. I have been praying about quitting a position in order to stop being abused and manipulated psychologically by a fellow Christian. I don’t yet know the answer. A part of me doesn’t want to let a manipulator win by forcing me to be a quitter, but at the same time, I just want to quit. I just want to retrieve my sanity back even if it makes it look like i’m weak. I don’t want to give power to those who take pleasure in stepping on me because they know the system and how to make themselves look like humble good people, while I still haven’t quite healed from the things that trigger me. I am tired of being provoked to the point I hurt so much I react out of anger. Which makes me look like the crazy insane person.
However, the dream made me realize that God is behind me. I think he’s telling me I don’t need to worry about fighting back. But if I do retaliate, he’ll protect my dignity. It’s all in his hands so it’s okay. It’s okay that i’m not perfect. I don’t have to fight back, I don’t need to. But if I do, he’s saying he’ll personally use his body as a shield against any recoil and retribution and then fight back on my behalf. And if I continue to lead in my position, God has a plan for me. God is a good God.
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Questioning
I can’t help, but to wonder though, what is God doing while I was being stepped on? Why didn’t He just appear then? Perhaps the big bury man represent trials that people go through. Maybe at times, they’re necessary for us to become better people. It’s Satan that attacks us, not God. God doesn’t take away our trials, but is personally facing it through and through with us and in us. A good reminder, that He is in the midst of our challenges.
I also realize that when facing trials, God gives us the decision on how to respond to our trials – we can strike and flail around (like I tend to do), we can pray, we can ask God to help, we can cry out to God, we can call God for comfort. If God didn’t allow us to face these trials and make our own decision on how to face them, we’d become no more than a formless clump of clay that never gets refined into something more beautiful.
And what could I have done instead of smacking the abuser with my textbook? What if I had used the bible instead? It would be more effective because it’s thicker than my algebra book, but then it might be disrespectful using it as a beating device. But what if it was not a literal weapon, but a figurative weapon? Reacting often leads us into bigger consequences, but you can trust in the word, trusting God is good and that He is sovereign in the end. Before we take action in our own hands, wait for God. God endures for us.
Although harder said than done. It’s very aggravating to be stepped on. But knowing someone’s got your back, is empowering because you feel stronger to face those tough situations.
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The Second Cumming.
Fandom: Obey Me
Pairing: Lucifer x MC x Diavolo, Satan x MC x Belphegor, Leviathan x MC x Simeon, Amso x MC, Asmo x MC x Solomon, Mammon x MC x Beelzebub. (Female MC).
Warnings: Threesome’s, Female heat, Mild Dubcon, Voyeurism, Mild Exhibitionism, Toy use, Oral, vaginal, anal penetration. Squirting, Double Penetration, mild Yaoi, Polyamorous relationship.
Notes: The Dickening Part 2.
The biggest thank you to @theshove for having so much faith with me for this piece. Not only for your generous donation but also for beta-ing the whole piece within a day! And also to @theinariakuma for all your love and support.
Also thank you to all those who donated for early release as well and all your wonderful feedback. 💛
Tagging: @starry-starry-night24, @0-miles-away, @pixiestick0924, @iloveobeyme, @ghoulgirlradio, @raymiazaki.
“Just five more minutes,” she whined, pulling the red bed covers over her head.
“You said this five minutes ago, and five before that, and five before that,” a deep voice answered above the sound of metal hooks clinking as curtains were thrown open, letting light flood into the room.
“But Lucifer!” She whined once more in protest, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to attempt to block out the beams of light shining through the covers.
“No buts,” Lucifer huffed, attaching his cloak to his shirt in the golden framed mirror beside the bed. “You promised Solomon you would-“ The end of his sentence was cut off by the bedroom door being slammed wide open.
“Lucifer! Beel ate my lizard custard slice!” Mammon came storming in, huffing with rage and disturbing the peace.
“Oh lord Diavolo give me strength,” Lucifer sighed as Beel came bounding in after him.
“He took my money to gamble at that tournament! He owes me more than a lizard slice!” The ginger haired brother took a few paces into the room.
“Lucifer, there’s no food! That big oaf must have eaten everything again in the night!” Satan tutted, walking straight into the back of someone. Not realising that the broad back he’d just walked into belonged to Beel, the big oaf he was talking about.
“Hey I didn’t touch a thing! And who are you calling oaf, scrawny bookworm!” Beel towered over Satan as he turned around, prodding a finger into his chest.
“Boys, don’t start!” Lucifer growled as both Satan and Beel transformed into their demon forms, Satan glaring up at Beel.
“My grimm’s on Beel,” Mammon laughed, sitting down on Lucifer's bed as a squeal rang out.
“Mammon you idiot!” The young girl threw the covers off her head, making Mammon freeze in mid air after realising he had sat on her.
“Shit-I- I’m sorry, I didn’t see ya! Shouldn’t be sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that,” Mammon’s facing blushed red as he quickly stood up.
“Hey, what’s all the noise?” Belphegor and Levi ran from their rooms into Lucifer's. Lucifer sighed and covered his face with one hand. Just once he wanted a quiet and peaceful morning without the shenanigans of his younger siblings.
“Tough guy here thinks he can chat shit as always,” Beel hissed, staring down Satan, whose tail flickered feistily into the air.
“Oh, morning boys!” Asmo chirped as he walked past, sporting only a small thong and a half done up silk robe. “Has anyone seen sweetie, I need her opinion and she’s not in her room.” He pouted softly before his eyes fell onto the girl in Lucifer's bed. “Ah there you are! Now come on you,” he cooed, pushing past his brothers with little regard for their problems and tugging her hand.
“Wait- Asmo! I’m not dressed!” She squealed, attempting to clutch the sheets to her naked body but, as Asmo pulled her, the sheets fell and she stumbled forward off the bed. Her nightie lay bunched on the floor from her previous night with Lucifer and all eyes fell on her. The arguments and squabbles from moments ago became lost in translation as seven sets of eyes travelled over her, all of their pacts visible in different locations, with Satan’s and Beel’s radiating due to them being in demon form and giving a glow to her skin.
Ever since helping them with their heats, she and the brothers had come to love each other, creating a relationship between all of them and the human. Each getting private and shared alone time with her, all of them giving her their heart and hers to them.
“You know, I’m not hungry for food anymore,” Satan smirked as he turned his body to face her, taking a few steps forward only to be held back by Beel.
“Fat chance. I’m the one for gluttony, I need to eat more importantly,”.
“Beel move, you're blocking the view.” Levi entered and pushed Beel out of the way, sending the biggest of the brothers flying into Mammon.
“Hey! Watch it! These treads were expensive!” Mammon growled as Beel stepped on his white shoes.
“Right! Out! All of you out!” Lucifer finally snapped, bending down and handing the girl her clothes. “School is in an hour. I want all of you ready to go by then I have an important meeting with Diavolo and, as we are all aware, our little dove is meeting with Solomon.”
“I- um,” The girl blushed as she threw on her clothes, all of the brothers sending her a confused expression. “I’m helping Solomon with a birth-control potion.” The pill she was currently taking was in short supply and since condoms broke left, right and centre with the brothers - the dick game was too strong - this seemed their only viable option.
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“So this,” Solomon was holding up a vial in his hand, the gold shimmers twisting in the light of the open window, “is just a tester. Its effects will last a few days, just to trial how it gets on.” In one hand was a gold vial with shimmers, in the other a gold vial with dark blue swirls. “I’ve perfected the ingredients; it works similar to human contraception, just in liquid form. Everything regulates the same. To test its success you should bleed in a week's time. If all is in order I can produce a bigger batch which will last you roughly twenty one days. if you wish to not continue with periods then you can take another one straight after.”
“And what is this one?” She pointed to the potion with deep blue hues in his other hand. She’d grown close to Solomon over her time here, becoming close friends with the slightly perverted sorcerer.
“The same; both are made from the same batch, only this contains fairy dust which enhances the aphrodisiac hormones.” A ‘birth-control viagra for women’ as he had once put it. Pumped full of ovulation hormones to increase sex drive without fear of risk.
“Okay, so do I just take it now or…?” she asked as she took the potion from his hand. It was the same potion she’d used during the brothers’ heat, only this was longer lasting with regard to time and helped to regulate the hormones inside her body.
“Yes, take it all. You won’t feel any different,” he assured with a slightly sweet smile, a smile he only kept for her. Without thinking she knocked the golden liquid back, humming at the sweet taste of honey, as silk liquid dripped down the back of her throat.
“You are an angel!” She smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and the vial back in his hand. “I can’t stay for much longer; I have a meeting with Diavolo and Lucifer I must attend. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to thank you for your help?”.
The sorcerer sighed and rolled his eyes, she always did this. Offering a thank you for his assistance. “As I’ve told you before, the thank you is you letting me test out the potions on you.” ‘A real-life guinea pig’, he’d once teased her with.
“Well, I must dash. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She waved as she picked up her satchel before leaving purgatory hall and headed back to R.A.D. She’d never understood the twisted rumours she had heard about Solomon. He was always so sweet and pleasant to her. Although he could be mocking and demeaning at times, his words seemed more of a false threat than anything more. But his actions towards her were always soft and gentle.
As she walked back with a little skip in her step, Solomon turned back to his book upon the table. It was open to the page where the instructions for making his potions lay. He’d skimmed over the ingredients as he made it, as he had to make some minor adjustments. Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup was required, a vital ingredient, but notorious for being an aphrodisiac for demons if they came into contact with it. Even the residue from the bottle on her lips would set off intense lust inside a demon if she was to kiss them - and Solomon knew this was a contraception potion. She would most definitely be doing more than just kissing her demon lovers. He had to add in a set of ingredients to hold back the effects on demons so that this would only have effect on a human system. He didn’t dare risk sending the brothers into an accidental heat; he had heard from her (and Asmo) the extent of what had happened during their heat only a few weeks ago and couldn’t bear the thought of putting the poor girl through it again after she’d had such a short time to recover.
Only he didn’t notice an error in his work until it was too late...
“Once the liquid has cooled, add a few drops of blue fairy dust - check. To neutralize the effects of the Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup… oh,” Solomon stopped as he read out the remainder of the listing ingredients. “Well then… doesn’t this make for an interesting turn of events.” A dark smile grimacing over his face.
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“Darling.” Lucifer smiled to see her walk into Diavolos' office, her uniform in perfect condition and hair without a single strand out of place. He beamed with pride at how beautifully she represented the school.
“Hi, sorry I’m late.” She smiled back with a faint blush as Lucifer pressed a kiss to her cheek. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat beside Lucifer on the opposite side of Diavolos' desk. Dia felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, seeing the pair so smitten with each other, the glancing looks of admiration shared between them. He was more than glad to see his old friend so happy, even if it wasn’t with him… But that part of their relationship had ended many centuries ago out of fear of the council; Lucifer had refused to put Dia’s claim to the throne at jeopardy. Diavolo had never found a lover since. There had been the occasional one night stand before but nothing more serious than that. The council would be infuriated to find out about his past with Lucifer and his nightly activities with others. He’d thought Lucifer would never find another either, with the years he had spent alone and unloved. But then a ray of hope came into his life with the young girl opening up her heart to him and his brothers. Whilst Diavolo watched from the side lines, longing to be a part of it all as he, too, found himself purely intoxicated with the young female and wanted nothing more to have a stake of claim to her heart.
“____, it’s a pleasure as always,” Dia greeted her with a nod. “To continue from where we were…”
Diavolo carried on their conversation, about how well the exchange program was going and how she was receiving some of the best grades to be seen from pupils. All was going well, until she felt it.
At first it was just the normal burn. She knew sometimes it happened, a faint ovulation feeling. She didn't mind. But her eyes kept drifting over the two demons. She found her mouth going dry as she admired Diavolo, his strong arms... his general size. He and Beel were the largest men she knew. She wondered if-- Nope. She had to stop that right there. "A-ah Lucifer. I think we need to go." Her voice was meek, arousal getting worse the longer she was in the room with two extremely attractive demons. However, golden eyes were locked on her, and she was squirming.
"My dear, the meeting isn't over. We'll go once it is over."
“Lucifer... we really need to go.” Heat was rising amongst her cheeks, her fingers grasping the pleated edge of her uniform skirt. Every nerve in her body flooded, pulsing alive with arousal and a pool of liquid flushed between her thighs. The more she looked between the demons, one her superior, the other one of her pacted seven lovers. “Please.”
“My dove,“ Lucifer had started, a little huff of annoyance which peaked into curiosity at her soft whimper at him placing his hand on her thigh. His words pulled her away from her stare at Diavolo, crimson eyes meeting her lustful gaze.
“Lucifer-“ She was unable to stop her thighs parting slightly at the contact of his palm upon her thigh. The scent of her arousal grew thick in the air, hitting Lucifer instantly, him now realising the need of her pleas. And just as he was about to offer his hand to leave, a low growl came from the other side of the desk. Diavolo was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.
The look from Diavolo made her legs spread wider, her cheeks flushed red as she let out a short gasp. Her fingers reached to her side as she grasped the edge of her chair, both of the demon's eyes focusing on the rise of her skirt up her bare thigh and the straining of her nipples against the thin material of her bra and shirt. She looked desperate, felt desperate and just ached to be filled. A small ‘please’ mustered, not directly speaking to Lucifer but to both of them.
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“I can’t wait until we get home.” As she began unbuttoning her shirt, the white of her bra peeked through, showing the fullness of her breasts. Any sense of shame had left her body, the only thing on her mind right now was to be ruthlessly taken and to quench this burning desire between her thighs. Lucifer had objected at first, but with how strong her scent was, he knew it would be a risk to get her home as any demon within a few meters radius would be able to catch her scent. A scent that was meant only for him and his brothers.
“You can have my office…” Diavolo had gestured, feeling sorry for the poor girl, having to watch her become undone so quickly. But as he walked past to offer them some space, her arm quickly caught his and a small doting look from her with the word, ‘Stay’ pushed him over the edge.
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“Ngh- Dia!”.
A low chuckle came from the prince as he shifted slightly, tongue moving from her dripping clit to tease where her and Lucifer met. Lucifer was just as sensitive as he remembered. Whilst his mouth moved to capture his balls, Lucifer let out a deep hiss as his fingers gripped tightly onto the girls waist, Diavolos fingers continuing to tease their sticky meeting and her clit for the additional stimulation. The additional stimulation she had begged for.
Diavolo lay on his desk, his head close to hanging off the side whilst she hovered above him on all fours, his cock buried deep inside her mouth - well what she could take anyway - whilst her hand worked the rest of him. Lucifer stood behind her, impaling her onto his cock as he took her deep and fast, giving her exactly what she needed right now. Both Dia and Lucifer working together to bring her to climax after climax, each one melting into the next. Diavolo having to hold himself back a little every now and then, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in both of them and leave them in a heaving pool of his mess. But now wasn’t the time for that.
“Ah… ah! Diavolo!” she whimpered, her voice an octave higher than normal as one hand dug her nails into his thigh. The feeling of Lucifer fucking her with the touches of Diavolo on her clit and folds was too much, sending her barrelling into another high.
“Good girl,” Diavolo cooed, pulling his mouth from Lucifer’s balls to lap up the wetness that had drenched his cock each time he pulled out. “I believe it’s your turn now,”. Champagne orbs glistened but were missed by Lucifer as he clenched his eyes shut and let his jaw tense as the teasing actions of Diavolo.
“N-not yet Dia- focus on her first,” he grunted, snapping his hips quickly against hers as Diavolo’s mouth was once again on him, sucking in a motion that made the heat pool like a volcano ready to erupt at any given second. He needed Diavolo to stop now or it would be over and she was clearly far from being spent from the way she glanced over her shoulder and begged for more with the little words she could muster.
With a grunt Diavolo pulled himself away, latching his mouth onto her clit and feeling smug at the way she cried out. Her back arched as she clawed at his thighs, almost drawing blood, the weight of her breasts pushing down against his lower stomach was an added sensation in itself. The push and pull of her body rubbed her nipples against his skin, sending vibrations of her moans around Diavolos cock and across his body.
The wet sounds of slapping skin and Diavolos tongue against her rang through the office, Lucifer having put on an enchantment to block any sound leaving the room so they could attend to her needs without fear, Diavolo in amazement to see how sensitive she was to his touch, how good her essence tasted and just how mind blowing she felt with her lips wrapped around his cock. But, like Lucifer had said, this was about her pleasure and Diavolo didn’t want to blow his load until she was a whimpering mess.
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“C-close!” High gasps growing louder with each breath, only a few thrusts after her previous orgasm,her walls beginning to tighten once more. Her arms wrapped tightly around Lucifer for support, his hands holding her waist tightly to guide her movements. Lucifer rested on Diavolos desk, her straddling as him as she rocked in his lap with the help of his movement whilst Diavolo pressed against her back, his lips focusing on her neck whilst his hands fondled her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in his index and thumbs, grinding against her behind whilst his cock slid between her thighs. The movement of her rocking, the clench of her thighs and the fleeting contact with Lucifer's cock was enough to keep him on the edge.
“That’s it princess,” Diavolo whispered softly into her ear, catching her lobe and giving it a gentle tug, his soft words touching her heart. With the little strength she had left, she turned her head, pulling an arm free from Lucifer to grasp the light-red hair and pull his face closer to hers. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes lost in a galaxy haze, a goddess of lust was all Diavolo could think when he saw her. It was their first kiss, and far from their last, but the softness of it as they melted into each other made her clench tightly over Lucifer. The strong feeling of intimacy and love she shared with the brothers was portrayed with Diavolo as their lips continued to meet.
And as her climax hit her, she turned back to Lucifer, letting his lips glide over hers as they had done some many times, soft whimpers escaping their kiss, her body convulsing as it curled from the sheer force of her release before slumping against Lucifer’s chest, her thirst quenched and her body exhausted.
Her raven haired lover pressed a kiss to her temple, pushing her hair which was now stuck to her forehead out of the way and off her face. Diavolo’s hand wrapped around Lucifer’s on her waist, continuing the rocking motion as they both chased their release, Lucifer buried deep inside her and Diavolo snuggly between her thighs.
“Dia…” Lucifer thrusted up slightly at the feeling of his length pressing against his own each time he pulled out. Crimson eyes met golden over her shoulder as she lay panting against his chest, fingers curling over each other’s and before they knew it both leaned across to exchange a kiss.
A sloppy kiss, tongue and teeth meeting in a passionate exchange. A kiss that hadn’t happened for decades but had never lost its rhythm. A kiss that spoke a thousand words that could never be said out loud. It had been the end of both of them, lips sparking and igniting the fires within. Lucifer spilled deep inside her as Diavolo came upon the top of her thighs, finally marking her skin with his release.
The room fell silent apart from the sound of ragged breaths, the two men pressing their foreheads against her shoulder and back, holding her until her racing heart had finally calmed down.
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Diavolo had seen them off, Lucifer carrying her to his car before whisking them home after a fleeting exchange of kisses from Diavolo to them both in the privacy of his office. Another demon, only this one being the prince, having stolen her heart.
“Take care of her,” Diavolo had whispered to his former lover, stroking her hair as she blissfully slept in Lucifer's arms. Her body was exhausted.
“I always do,” Lucifer gave the faintest of smiles to Diavolo before parting ways, his whole being flooded with pride to have two lovers back in his life.
Lucifer was ecstatic; nostalgia of feelings came flooding back that he had kept down with Diavolo. But he was also weary. This behaviour from her was completely askew. She’d teased Lucifer before in Diavolo’s and public presence, but never to the extent that she had begged him to take her there and then. Never had she looked so radiant yet so frustrated at the same time. And never had she been so unsatisfied that it had taken a few more rounds than normal to satisfy her. Something was wrong. The only thing Lucifer could think of was that the potion with Solomon had gone wrong and Lucifer needed to get to the bottom of it.
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“Lock her in her room. No one is to enter until I get back. Do you understand?” Lucifer asked one final time to Satan and Belphegor, the pair of them sat outside her room. He had tucked her sleeping figure into bed, placing a spell on the door to ensure no one could get in. He needed to ensure first what was happening in case another episode occurred.
The morning and afternoon had faded by the time their session had ended, meaning Solomon would be finished from his afternoon classes. Unfortunately for Solomon, mixing up the potions would be the least of his troubles as Lucifer pinned him against the wall the second he caught sight of his white hair.
‘What did you do to her?!” Lucifer hissed, his eyes aglow as he leaned in closer to the young boy's face.
“Nothing. Nothing I swear,” Solomon was rolling his eyes; he was far from scared of Lucifer and it showed. “Just a little hiccup is all.”.
“Hiccup? Hiccup!” Lucifer mocked, steam ready to pour out of his nose and ears with anger. “She’s like a- like a…”.
“Like a demon in heat?” Solomon prodded the bear with his choice of words. “It’s fine Lucifer, just enjoy the fact she’s going to want to be on your cock endlessly for the next few days.”
A poor choice of words. A very poor choice of words.
If Lucifer’s anger hadn’t been poured into Satan then the clenched fist slammed directly into the wall would have landed straight on Solomon's face.
“What did you do,boy?” Lucifer raged into demon form, a row of fire lighting up behind him as he towered over Solomon, teeth snaring. The soft Lucifer had vanished. Facing Solomon right now was a beast, a beast that was angry. And for the first time Solomon was scared of the demon facing him.
“A mix up! A mix up, alright? She’s just got more hormones in her body than intended; it will wear off in the next few days but there is nothing I can do to help - it’s Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup”.
“Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup? But it didn’t affect me or Di-“ Lucifer stopped his sentence there.
“The potion is neutralised to only affect humans. And since humans don’t have blood like demons, the command won’t work to stop it either…”
‘So what you’re saying is-” Lucifer grasped his jacket and hoisted him up into the air.
“She’s in her own heat, so my advice to you and the others is to just be prepared and help her because it’s going to be a long ride for her.” With that sentence, Lucifer dropped Solomon to the floor, letting him fall with a thump before racing back to the house of Lamentation.
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“Who does he think he is? Barking his commands at us, I swear he- oi! Are you even listening?” Satan punched his younger sibling in the arm. Belphegor, who’d started to fall asleep, slumped against the wall, jolted forward.
“Ay! What’s your problem?” Snarling slightly before pushing the long curve of hair out of his face, he said “We just gotta sit here until Lucifer comes back.”
Even saying the name of their eldest brother made both of their blood boil.
“Well anyway, I’m not here on babysitting duty.” Satan took hisD.D.D, turning it off before putting it back in his pocket. “Still got him blocked?”.
“Would you unblock someone who shoved you in an attic?” Belph rolled his eyes.
“Touché,” Satan nodded before pushing himself off the wall. “What do you reckon is wrong with her? She looked wrecked. Reckon something went wrong with Solomon?”
“I wouldn’t put it past that slimy wizard… No good for nothing-“ Belph muttered before stopping, a noise from inside making them both still. The young girl was calling out for Lucifer in a confused manner, only infuriating the brothers more.
“Why does Lucifer always get her to himself? Always giving out his commands,” Satan growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Enough is enough, I’m not listening to his rules. Fuck him.”
“Hey Satan, you really gonna mess with Lucifer?” Belphegor's eyes lost all sleepiness as they sparkled with mischief.
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“Lucifer…?” She continued to call out. “Anyone?” She took a few steps outside her room. She knew she had heard voices but to whom they belonged she was unsure. Her bare feet padded along the dark corridor, following the noises that lured her.
She was pleasantly surprised to find that when she woke up the muscle aches she thought she would have were not there. Something in the potion must work to help soothe her aches. Lucifer had undressed her from her sweat soaked uniform and covered her in her nightie.
She couldn’t stop the flush of her cheeks after her actions this afternoon; she had felt like she’d lost all control of her body and given into the need of sexual desires - which normally wasn’t a problem, but begging Lucifer and Diavolo to ravage her in the middle of a meeting was a different story. She was searching for Lucifer to apologise for her behaviour, although secretly she knew both of them had enjoyed it just as much as she had. Today had marked a new day for someone to become part of their relationship, from seven lovers to now eight. Knowing Diavolo would not allow this to be a one time thing - which she was rather excited about.
“Lucifer? Are you in here? I- I wanted to apologise for earlier-“ She knocked on his office door, pausing as she walked in, “Oh.” Her eyes fell on the pair causing havoc in Lucifer’s office.
“Stop being such a sloth! Faster!” Satan was unscrewing the lids of Lucifer's ink bottles before placing them back down, so when Lucifer next used them the ink would most likely spill everywhere.
“I’m going as fast as I can! Stop rushing me!” Belphegor's tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration, counting out five sheets before pulling one from the stacking pile of work on the desk. He continued this down until he had a few sheets of paperwork in his hand, meaning every fifth paper from his stack was missing. Both of them were going out of their way to mess with Lucifer in a way they knew would annoy him most.
“Ah!” Satan squealed to see her standing in the doorway, dropping one of the bottles and sending ink dropping to form a thick black puddle on the carpet. “Oh, it’s you. I thought you were Lucifer.”
“Pft, how does a human girl look anything like Lucifer?” Belph gave her a warm smile and gestured for her to enter properly. “What are you doing out of bed? Lucifer told us to guard you.”
“Guard me?” She laughed, her smiling instantly brightening up their moods. “I just- I wasn’t feeling too well, but I feel better now.” She took a few steps further into Lucifer's office, carefully avoiding the ink stain.
“Good. How did it go with Solomon, kitten? Everything in the clear?” Satan took her hand and pressed a delicate kiss to it. In his moments of affection she really did question how he could be the avatar of wrath.
“All good,” she nodded, letting out a gasp to feel two arms encircle her waist and pull her close.
“That’s great news, because you know,” Belphegor was embracing her to him, his nose tracing over her neck inhaling the delicate scent of lavender and rose from her skin with a low groan, “tonight’s my night with you.” She was glad her face was hidden from view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Belph was the most affectionate towards her. The sweetest of kisses, the warmest of hugs, the doting affection he only gave to her, the way he’d kiss her so softly before whispering, “Good morning my sunshine.” Because in Belph’s eye, she was his sun, bringing light and life into his world. In heat he was a beast, but outside of it he was a sleepy teddy bear, who just wanted to love her with everything he had.
“You won’t get anything if you don’t sort out this mess,” she huffed, trying to distract herself from the tingle in her thighs. She could feel it happening again, the same empowerment she had felt in Diavolo’s office, stirring stronger from the smallest of Belphegor's affection and touches.
“No. No stop that, you’re ruining it,” Satan grumbled as she began putting the paperwork back in its position.
“One, two, three, fou-oh!” Her sentence slurred into a moan as Belphie pressed his body up against her back, pinning her slightly to the desk. Two warm palms began teasing the back of her thighs before pressing flat against her skin and pushing upwards slowly. The thin material of her nightie, which skirted mid-thigh, crept slowly up. Belph expected her to slap his hands away, but he never expected for her to part her legs a little wider for him to witness the already wet flesh between her bare thighs. A low hum rang against her neck, one hand cupping the round curve of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze.
“I think,” came Belph’s voice, dropping into a huskier tone, “that this is enough mischief for one day. Let us retire to my room.”
“Like hell you are!” Satan snapped, pulling Belphs gaze away from her slickened folds. “She’s more aroused than usual; I should know.”. His words were followed by a smug snicker. “I bet she’s thinking of him.” ‘Him’ being a reference to Lucifer.
“Actually,” her hands gripped onto the edge of the desk, giving in once more to the heat that burned across her body whilst her cunt clenched with need, “I was thinking of both of you and all the mess we could cause over this desk.” As she finished her words, she pressed back to rub against Belphegor's crotch which was already rapidly hardening from scent and sight alone.
“No fair, my love, it is my night with you.” He gave her ass another squeeze. As much as he hated sharing her, the thought of having her on Lucifers desk was arousing to him. Knowing Lucifer would have to see the marks that she left, smell her scent upon the table and having to know that it was him and Satan that were the reason for it. It would drive him wild, which would essentially drive both the two brothers wild with enthusiasm.
“And a night with me you will get, I promise.” Turning her head over her shoulder to catch his lips, she let his eager tongue part her lips as it sought out her own.
-
“This isn’t what I had in mind.” Satan was huffing against her neck for the third time in ten minutes,
“Just be patient, it is his night after all,” she replied as she pushed Belph flat against Lucifers desk before straddling him, whilst Satan was pressed as close as he could behind her. With one hand wrapped around his cock, she lowered herself down, still sensitive from the previous high that they brought her to with their fingers and mouths. “Oh god… Belph!” Her finger grasped at his hoodie, both him and Satan still fully dressed whilst her nightie had been tossed to the floor.
Belph couldn’t find the words to respond, watching her sink down as his cock disappeared inside her tight heat. She was wetter than he or Satan had ever seen her, bursting and coming to life as she told them exactly what she needed, letting the lust and arousal in her body speak for her.
His fingers traced up her thighs, hands ghosting over her waist and behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon her skin as she whined loudly. The teasing touches and the stretch of him inside her was too much, walls pulsing as she came with him fully hilted inside her. Her jaw slackened and a cold sweat ran down the back of her spine, the salted droplets being lapped up from Satan as his hands continued to squeeze over her breasts.
“Kitten- I really need to be inside you,” he groaned, the head of his cock pressing against the left cleft of her ass leaving a clear mark of pre-release upon her skin.
“Lube is in… the… top drawer,” she panted, letting her movements slow down as she rode out her high. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten down and dirty in this office, having provided a very stunned Lucifer with a one-on-one private show of her and her toy collection whilst he worked.
All Belph could do was groan and raise his hips every so often, hitting all the perfect angles inside her to make stars dance across her vision. Her movements kept on at a slow pace whilst Satan prepared himself.
“Be a good kitten and make them wet,” he commanded as he stood back behind her, letting his fingers thrust into her mouth at the same time she lowered and raised over Belph.
Another climax hit her when Satan’s fingers began playing and teasing her puckered hole from behind before a finger, dripping with saliva, slowly pushed in. The slow rhythm of her movements allowed for Satan to let her body adjust before two fingers were thrusting inside her. Each time they pulled back, her muscles clenched sending Belph into a groaning mess at her spasming walls.
“More,” she begged, her fingers ripping the front of Belph’s clothes as she grinded forward to feel him hit against her g-spot.
“Good girl kitten, that’s it - relax,” Satan cooed, his fingers removed to only be replaced with something much larger and thicker.
“Relax,” Belphegor encouraged, leaning up the best he could as he pulled her down by her shoulders to kiss her. Satan slowly pushed in, her whimpers and moans caught by Belphs mouth, until finally two cocks were buried to the hilt inside her. Satan did nothing more than pull out as Belph thrusted up, sending her headfirst into another climax. Her palm scratched at the wooden desk below Belphs shoulders, leaving curled pieces of wood right in front of where Lucifer would sit.
“There! There! Fuck- like that,” her head being thrown back in bliss at their rhythm. One would thrust whilst the other pulled back, gaining a pace that had slapping skin ringing through the office. The pace would slow when one got close, wanting to focus on her and leaving her with the ability to only say their names and think of them. Belph continued to tease her skin with faint touches, the occasional grab of her waist to guide her before ghosting over her skin once more. When her breath became a high pitched gasp, her lust filled eyes would catch his, a signal for him to help push her over the edge. Satan’s hands would tug her nipples, his sharp teeth nipping at her stretched neck whilst Belph’s thumb would rub tight circles over her swollen clit, perfectly synchronised to bring her tumbling straight over the edge of sanity.
Climax after climax hit her, tongue lolling to the side at being penetrated by both of them. It wasn’t something she was new to; being in a relationship with seven brothers meant double, sometimes even triple, penetration was a regular occurrence. But never did she feel this full, this ravenous.
By the time Satan and Belph had spilled inside her, Lucifer's desk was soaked in fluids, paperwork and hardwood stained with her release that had soaked down Belphegor's thighs and onto the surface below. Each time Satan had thrusted into her, traces of lube would drip down their thighs to pool onto a puddle on the floor. Her scent stained the room, which Lucifer wouldn’t have minded but it was tainted with the hint of his brothers.
And to make matters worse for their eldest brother, Satan had snapped a photo whilst she was mid-orgasm. Ensuring to get his cock stretching her ass whilst Belph fucked her pussy. The photo itself was a masterpiece: Her back arched, head pressing against Satan's shoulders with her eyes tightly shut and her own hands pinching her nipples; The face of someone lost in the wild abandonment of pleasure. A caption of ‘Can’t believe you tried to hide this’ followed.
“I think we made a pretty good mess, Kitten,” Satan panted against her shoulder, his face as red as her behind which had been slapped multiple times ather request.
“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, her legs purely boneless as Belph sat up to carry her bridal style.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Satan yelled, watching Belph carry her out of the room, leaving the office stained and her nightie upon the floor.
“I told you,” Belph growled lowly, “it’s my night with her.”
-
Regardless of how fast Lucifer had run, he was too late. He stumbled into his sex-scented office. Release from her left a sticky glaze over his desk whilst scratch marks looked like a beast had clawed at them. His gloved hands held tightly onto the nightie upon the floor. The mess of his desk was an issue for another time; he would place no blame upon her.
“You utter imbecile!” Fangs pointed out from his gums as he found Satan alone in the library in the west wing of the house.
“You saidto not let anyone in; you didn’t say she couldn’t come out,” Satan taunted, smugness plastered over his face. He knew Lucifer had seen his office from the silk material of her clothes he still clutched in his hand. He also knew he had seen the explicit image he had made sure to send him. “As I said, why did you try to hide her?”
“The potion went wrong. She’s in heat.” Lucifer watched as Satan’s eyes sparkled.
“But that’s impossible. She’s a human, how did-“ the blonde began.
“Solomon. Solomon is how.” Lucifer pushed a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”.
“In the attic.” Satan returned to his book as Lucifer turned on his heel. “But Lucifer.” Lucifer threw his head over his shoulder, ready for a snide remark about the activities that went on in his office. “Normally I wouldn’t bother about you but, for her sake, I’d leave them be.”
“And why’s that?” Lucifer stopped and turned, crossing his arms over his chest.
Satan continued to express his smugness, his eyes peering over the top of his book. “Remember when Levi was in heat and destroyed that Ruri-chan pillow?”.
“Of course… he bit Mammon for trying to take it away”
His lips curling into a smirk, Satan put his book down. “Belphegor is the pillow.”
-
“Good morning my little star-light.” Belphegor brushed her hair out of her face, a sleepy smile on his face. His eyes still shut, the urge to fall back to sleep lulling him into the warmth embrace.
“Good morning you,” she yawned, eyes fluttering open as Belph’s strong arms pulled her close. The warmth of his skin against her and the content smile on his face was a sin of its own kind. A small giggle left her as he pulled her closer, burying her head against his chest. “We need to get up soon.” As she pressed a trail of small kisses over his heart, she smiled to herself to feel the hardness already pressing against her stomach.
“I thought you would have been worn out after last night,” he gasped as her hand teased its way into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and stroking in a lazily manner.
“I was but-“ Her body felt rejuvenated and fresh, no muscle aches, only heat coursing through her veins. “I’m hungry for more.” A deep groan filled the attic space as her mouth replaced her hand, waking Belph and repaying him tenfold for the way he had satisfied her the previous night.
-
When she finally pulled herself out of the attic, leaving Belph still panting and breathless from the way her mouth had worked over him, she ran straight into Lucifer. Luckily, Belph had dressed her in one of his hoodies for her modesty, not that she minded.
“My dove, you really should rest. I fear you cannot leave the house in your state.” Lucifer cupped her cheek and was rubbing his thumb softly against her. “It is not safe for you”
“Lucifer, I- I’m so sorry for yesterday, I really don’t know what came over me…” A blush spread across her cheeks. Even now, as he glanced down at her, the top of her thighs became damp and she regretted the lack of underwear she had on.
“My dear-“ He stopped, pupils widening at the heavenly scent hitting his nose She was extremely aroused. “It appears Solomon gave you the wrong potion; yours is filled with an aphrodisiac we can’t control. It should fade in a few days, but for the time being it is safest for you to stay here.”.
She nodded in response, pressing herself closer to him and letting her fingers toy with the buttons of his waistcoat.
“Lucifer...,” she meekly whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into her kiss, letting his arms hold onto her shoulders as she continued to press against him. “I want to thank you for yesterday.” Her fingers slowly unpopped a button and she began pressing her lower half against him in a silent plea as her tongue playfully darted across his lower lip. She was losing her self control in a rapid manner, whining heavily as he pulled back.
“I fear I have matters to attend to today, otherwise I would be more than happy to keep you content in the confines of my room.” He watched as her eyes sparkled with lust, a hint of disappointment forming over her face.
“I’ll be waiting for you to come home,” she pouted as he did up the buttons she’d undone.
-
She ate breakfast and had a bath to calm herself down before pulling out her small vibrator and withering away in her satin sheets. Is what she would have done if she had listened to Lucifer. Instead, she showered and set off to find the sorcerer who had caused all her problems, hoping to find a way for him to help calm her constant need.
Dressed in a white summer dress, a slightly plunge top with a skater skirt and her hair down in loose curls, off she went to him in purgatory hall. It probably wasn’t the best decision to wear such a short dress but her skin felt on fire; clothes were just too restrictive at the moment. She’d cleaned her thighs before she left, making her best effort to prevent her scent from wandering demons. And all was going well until a masculine scent hit her nose. One of Beel’s team mates walked past her; he must have been to the gym as sweat gleamed off his shirtless body. The smell of pheromones hit her instantly and she felt a throb between her legs instantly ruining her underwear. The scent of her was caught by the demon, who turned whilst sniffing into the air. She had to move quickly or he’d trace the scent to her.
With a frantic look around, she realised how far she still was from Solomon’s quarters but luckily Simeon’s room was only a few doors away from where she stood. Without a second though she raced to the room, listening as footsteps quickly approached behind her. Without knocking, she flung herself into Simeon’s room, thanking anyone and everyone that the door was open. Only, she didn’t expect to see what she did inside.
“Normie…?” Leviathan called out as she panted against the door. In the glowing light of the room were Simeon and Leviathan sat at a table, a stack of comics between them.
“Levi? Oh god, Levi, it’s you.” She took a few running steps to embrace him from behind as he sat down, sending the boy redder than beetroot. “Oh, and Simeon, I’m so sorry for barging in.”
“It is quite alright my sweet,” the angel said, smiling wholesomely at her. “You look parched. What happened?”
“Oh I just-“ she started, her eyes falling to the exposed muscles of his biceps. Beneath his cloak and visible from his black top was the clear outline of his god-sculpted body. A body that made her lose all train of thought.
“Yo, normie?” Levi pinched her hand gently to break her trance.
“Huh? Oh sorry, I just thought someone was following me. Would it be okay if I hung out here for a little while to calm down?” By ‘calm down’ she meant for her core to stop pulsing and her thighs to stop rubbing together. She was getting worse by the minute sitting with the two boys, the total opposites of each other; the demon of envy and the most angelic angel to walk the dusty pits of hell. A yin and yang she most definitely wanted to be in the middle of. “So what are you doing here Levi?” She pulled herself off him and took a seat between them.
Levi, unable to stop the breath hitching in his throat when she walked in, could scent her before she even walked through the front door. And that was when he realised why she came running into Simeon’s room. Any demon nearby would have been able to pick up her scent with how strong it was. He also sensed her rapid heart beat, pumping and throbbing like her pulse as red tinted her cheeks the look of arousal written all over her face.
“Levi here is showing me the ways of ‘manga’,” Simeon smiled, oblivious to the way the young girl was fidgeting in her seat.
“Normie, are you alright?” The purple haired demon asked as he watched her. He’d received a message in the group chat from Lucifer to state she was, quote, in a ‘situational state’ with nothing more. Satan had replied with a smirk emoji, leaving Levi to question what exactly was happening.
“I- I need to use the bathroom.” she stammered as the rising colour of her cheeks spread down her neck and chest, making the white dress glow atop of her skin. The more she looked between the two, the more her mind wandered into dirty territory...
“Normie, you don’t look well.”
Both Leviathan and Simeon reached out to hold her arms. The young girl’s back arched at the contact and gripped the table edge as she stood up, unable to look either of them in the eye as she was unable to hold back the moan, the slight of touches having sent her in the deepest pit of lust and arousal.
“Levi-“ She finally turned her head over her shoulder to meet his gaze, her eyes swimming and lost behind a clear gaze. Cheeks flushed and her lips parted, she didn’t have to say another word for Leviathan to understand. This was the state Lucifer was clearly on about. With her legs spread a little, the aroma of her arousal quickly found itself to both him and Simeon and Levi knew in that moment just how desperate the situation was.
“Shit normie.. I-“ Leviathan scratched the back of his neck as he looked between her and Simeon, unsure of how to handle the situation.
Simeon watched her, a familiar tension building in his stomach, a feeling he often felt around her but was usually able to ignore. But in this moment it was almost overpowering, overwhelming and he was unable to fight the strong stir of emotions inside him.
“Simeon… I’m so sorry-“ she began and, as she turned, the angel felt himself crumple from the heated gaze that bore down at him as passionate lust took over his body.
The potion may have had no effect on demons, but the scent alone was enough to have an impact on the angel, sending him into an aroused state.
“Do not apologise, my sweet.” Simeon took one of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You by far smell more sweet than anything I have come across. Do not deny yourself the pleasure you desire.” He nodded at Levi who stood up to wrap his arms around her waist. “Use my room as you please.”
“Is this okay?” Levi whispered into the shell of her ear, worried about her more than anything else. Her answer came in a quick nod and her hands bunched up the skirt of her dress to expose the white silk resting upon her skin.
Simeon’s heart was racing as he sat forward, intrigued to watch Levi slowly tug down her underwear, watching the gloss of her arousal stick to the fabric before it pooled to a heap on the floor. A groan filled the room. She was unsure if it came from Levi or Simeon.
“Please…” she whispered, spreading her legs as she bent forward, exposing her drenched cunt to both of them.
-
Eager eyes flitted between the two of them, Simeon still watching the couple. How Levi had knelt down, spreading the cheeks of her behind to gain better access to her before letting his serpent tongue flicker across her wet slit. How her arms gave out and she fell flat against the oak table, letting her hips buck against his face as he kept her ass in place whilst his tongue disappeared between her velvety folds. How she lost herself when her climax hit after only a few moments calling out for more.
“Leviathan,” she whispered so sweetly as she turned around once his mouth had pulled away from her, the same lips slicked with wetness pressing against her own as her tongue played with his, which had just brought her intense pleasure.
“I got you.” Hushed whispers shared against her lips as she hastily undid his belt, her hand diving into the confines of his boxers to wrap around his cock, stroking it until he was fully hard, both of them almost forgetting about their audience as he pushed her down, spreading her thighs and pushing them around his waist as he lined himself up against her, taking her with no resistance as he slid into her tight heat.
It was lustful, it was a sin, but most importantly it was love. The reassuring whispers of “I’ve got you, I love you,” as Levi drove deeper into her. His hands holding her waist as he pulled her up to meet his thrusts, her legs tightly around his waist squeezing and tensing with each rock of his hips. The thin silk of her drenched underwear hanging off her ankle, swaying with each movement, almost taunting Simeon as he watched on.
It was the soft whimpers of ‘harder’ that pulled him from his trance, shining eyes of blue meeting hers in a gaze as they stared on in wonder. Her dress pushed up just enough to bare her waist, her breasts spilling from the top half and bouncing forward with each thrust. Back arched like a bow reaching breaking point off the table, petite hands grasping at anything they could find. And, whilst he and her held eye contact, he watched in awe as she came. Her voice raising into a high pitch moans, chest rising and collapsing quickly, her body curling as they finally broke eye contact when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans were so sweet they made the angel blush. He was positive they could part the clouds and give a direct pathway to the gates of heaven.
It made him wonder how something so beautiful and breathtaking could be such a sin.
It was that which ruined the angel. He was unable to stop himself as a hand began to palm over his erect cock in his pants. Scent, sight and sound became too overbearing for him as he gave into the heat of his need.
The air in the room had changed, Leviathan too busy driving into her to notice it. His grunts and the slapping of his skin echoed off the walls, whilst she came down from her high to fix on Simeon. Watching him as he watched her, his pupils expanding as his tongue darted out to wet his parched lips whilst he continued to touch himself above his clothes.
By her third orgasm, Leviathan was unable to stop himself holding back, gritting his teeth as his pace began to falter. His eyes screwed shut as his jaw clenched, a stuttered groan came as he released inside her, pressing himself tightly against her to be sure he filled her with everything he had, her name hot off his lips as he leaned down to kiss her, keeping themselves together as they basked in their afterglow.
“You did so good,” He praised, cupping her cheek as he wiped away the tears that formed under her eyes. Until finally he pulled out of her, his seed from inside her spilling onto the table beneath. “I’ll get a towel,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze before leaving the room. She would have blissfully laid against the table not moving, but the presence of another kept her from doing so.
“Simeon…” Her voice angelic to his ears as she sat up, her breasts swaying as she stood in front of him, slowly kneeling down. “My sweet, sweet, angel…” The tan of his skin was flushed red as her eyes wandered down, his hand continuing to mess over the front of his trousers as he looked at her like a helpless lamb. “Let me.” She leaned up as she ghosted her lips against his in a way to test him, to test if he’d show any protest but instead he melted into her, letting his lips glide over hers as if that was their sole purpose.
Her hand slowly trailed up his thighs, parting his legs as she fitted between them. Her own hand replaced his as he whined softly against her. Hands slowly unpopped the buttons, the haste from before now eased into a soothing-time stopping pace. No rush, just slow, burning desire.
“Am I the first?” She questioned, gently nipping at his lower lip as his trousers and boxers slowly came down, her hand ghosting over his erect length but not fully touching.
“Y-yes.” His breath hitched to feel her hand slowly wrap around him. Her eyes widened in shock at the length of him; the gods had truly blessed him.
“Oh- I-“ His words were lost as his hips slowly bucked into her touch.
“Do you want me to stop?” Letting him free of her hand, she stared up at him with doting affection.
“Please-don’t,” he said, taking a deep breath as she wrapped her hand back around him, her face leaning close.
“My beautiful angel… my sweet, sweet angel,” she cooed, letting her hand move over him in a gentle grip, savouring the noises he made. The world was completely forgotten,the two of them sharing an intimate moment as she wetted her lips before slowly taking his head into her mouth. His fingers grasped the edge of the chair, twitching as he breathed out in a stuttered breath. His mind went blank as she took him in further, pulling him into the wet depths of her mouth. Her name left his mouth like a chant, repeated like a prayer he spoke every morning and night.
Leviathan had entered back into the room, pausing before turning and leaving the pair alone in their tender moment.
Heat pooled in Simeon’s stomach as her lips touched the base of his cock, unable to hold back the groan as the pit inside him dropped. His eyes shut tight as white heat took over him, and then he was spilling down the back of her throat with no warning.
She hollowed her cheeks as she swallowed his plentiful release, sucking him dry before releasing him. His taste was sweet, lingering, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth.
“My perfect angel,” she said, pressing a kiss to his head as his hand moved and intertwined with hers. Nothing in all of heaven had made him feel as good as she had.
-
“She will be safe here,” Simeon’s face softened as he stared at the young girl asleep in his bed. After the events of earlier, she had passed out with a blissful face whilst the angel and demon cleaned up. “I’ve put a protection charm on the door. No one will be able to get in.”
“It’s not them getting in I’m worried about it’s her getting out,” Leviathan sighed, running his hands over his face. The two boys agreed to never speak of what had happened earlier, for an angel to allow lust to take over his actions especially from watching acts of a demon.
“I promise you, no harm will come to her. Have you spoken to Lucifer?”
“Yes, he was so pissed she came out. But she’s like the rest of us; never listens to him,” Levi chuckled, watching her sleeping figure cosy up in the blankets. “I guess that’s why we all love her.”
“And did Lucifer explain this- her behaviour..?”
“One guess.”
“Solomon?” Simeon rolled his eyes.
“Bingo. Something about the wrong potion, her basically being in heat, I don’t know. It’s something he needs to explain in person. He was too busy yelling down the phone.”
“She is safe here, my friend. Let us wait until Lucifer comes.” Simeon reached for a comic off the table, intending to pick up the conversation from before she had come in. Only to stop when he saw wetness that they’d missed coating the cover.
-
Lucifer had gone ballistic when he arrived, all his rage was bubbling through him as he yelled left, right and center. “You disobeyed me! how could you be so reckless?” He had scorned her, towering over her with gritted teeth. His words stopped and his anger subsided as her bottom lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears as she hung her head in shame. A weak, “I’m sorry,” made him pull her into his hold tightly, showering her forehead with kisses. He knew it wasn’t her fault; he was simply worried. Worried that if another had scented her the way she was then they would try to take her. “From now on, I need you to stay in the house, okay?” he said, cupping her face as he whispered softly, kissing her gently, hoping she would understand without him saying the words to show how worried he had been.
Lucifer took her home and straight to his room, informing the brothers not to disturb them. He ran her a bath with rose petals, resting her back against his chest as he cradled her close, whispering sweet words of praise as he washed her. That night, he cared for her, letting his fingers work her she was almost sobbing for him to fill her properly.
-
In the morning he had to go back to work. As much as he wanted to be with her, his loyalty to Diavolo came first. This time, however, he placed an enchantment on the whole house, ensuring the girl would not be able to leave; the front door, window and back door glued shut if she tried to open them. If another demon opened them and she tried to exit, they would face an electric shock, both of them. It even included the windows; he knew Belphegor had a tendency to sneak out of the attic window. Lucifer was taking no risk or chance. The only way she could leave was if Lucifer left with her or if he lifted the enchantment.
She woke up alone, throwing on one of Lucifer's shirts. Even his lingering scent was arousing, regardless of the way he’d taken care of her in the night. The potion was ruining her. None of the aches or the worn out muscles remained, only fresh feelings and a warm glow.
She left his room and walked along the corridor until she heard it.
“Sweeeeeeetie,” Asmo yelled, running, well, skipping, towards her at the top of his voice.
“Asssssie,” she laughed as he picked her up with ease, using strength only a few demons ever got to see. Her shirt lifted as she wrapped her legs around him.
“I heard someoooone’s been in a little trouble the last few days,” he teased in a singsong voice, walking with her in his arms. “I’m offended you didn’t come to me first.” He pouted as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss.
“I’m sorry. I’m here now baby,” she whispered, letting that feeling of heat take over once more.
Asmo carried her into his room, keeping one arm around her as he ran a bath, kissing her tenderly whilst the water drew to the right heat, his hands slowly peeling off her shirt until his fingers glided over her soft skin.
“So perfect,” he whispered, letting her undo his own clothes, his trousers dropping to the floor as he picked her up and settled her into the water. He lay back with her straddling him, his mouth nipping gently at her neck as his hand dipped below the water to ghost over her thighs. “And I thought I was meant to be the lustful one,” he teased at the scent of her arousal, his eyes sparkling as he felt her heartbeat quicken.
She didn’t have time to answer back with quick wit, instead letting his fingers work inside her until she came over them, the water splashing at the sides of the tub as she rocked gently over his until he sat up and began to push her back gently.
“No,“ she blushed and stopped him, pushing him back down and taking his length into her hand. “I want to be on top.”
Asmo showed no sign of protest, holding her waist gently as his hands brushed up and down her sides whilst she lowered herself onto him. Whilst he knew he was skilled at giving pleasure to his lovers, that he liked to be in control, she needed this more. To let herself set the pace, the mood, the angle. She needed control more than he did at this moment.
One arm circled her waist to keep her close, the other cupping her breast in his palm, squeezing it softly as it bounced in his hold. Her moans were captured by his mouth, a sweet kiss at first only breathing away for air., before pulling back to each other, this time tongues slipping between the velvet folds of their mouths, desperately searching for each other.
He kept her pressed against him when she came, whining so softly against his lips. His arm around her kept her close even as she tried to pull away naturally, her walls pulsing as he felt every tight flutter over him.
“That’s it, you're so good,” he cooed softly, taking his hand off her breast to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His lips touched her ear as he shallowly rocked up against her.
He encouraged her through another climax; he was skilled in holding off his own until finally he could do so no more. The water around them was now lukewarm as she pressed her lips tightly against his, the avatar of lust unable to resist anymore as he spilled inside her, bringing her to one final climax from the throb of his head against her cervix.
He refused her help as he cleaned her thighs and skin with a wet cloth from the side, pressing kisses to her glowing lips. He enjoyed afterwards with her just as much sex itself; she brought him a different type of pleasure. The cuddles, the kisses, the reassurance through panting breaths, the way she looked so radiant as she curled up against him, still a little hazy and drunk off pleasure. He was good at that, making her feel so blissed out that words, colours and meaning to anything no longer made sense.
“I have a class I need to start getting ready for, sweetie.” Asmo pressed a kiss to her forehead, peeling himself away from her even though she clung after him as he placed her on his bed. “I skipped biology this morning, but it’s okay. I got a more physical lesson than R.A.D could ever teach.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Here, this will satisfy you until someone’s back.” Asmo pulled out a toy that curved, passing her a remote. It was her toy, one that Asmo had bought for her when they began experimenting with different ones. He peppered kisses up her thighs before slowly easing it into her. It wasn’t as thick or as big as any of the brothers but at least it did all the work for her to satisfy her.
She had already begun withering from it’s touch, the curve of it hitting against her g-spot with a humming vibration. Asmo stood for a few moments in silence, in admiration of her. She was beautiful. He didn’t have words for how special she was to him or his brothers, their human captivating the hearts of demons and giving them a piece of her own in return. He was just about to pull himself away to finally leave for class when his door open and in strolled-
“Solomon?” Looking on in confusion, the young girl quickly closed her spread thighs as the sorcerer came walking in as if he belonged.
“My, my.” He had a cheshire grin full of darkness, “So it is true.”
“Solomon, what are you- Get out!” Asmo took a step but a flick of the wrist from Solomon had him frozen in place. Asmo’s eyes darted to her in worry, unable to move any other part of his body.
“My dear, I can practically sense your heat from here,” Solomon grinned as he focused his attention on her. She was softly mewling as the toy continued on a low intensity with her legs shut. “Don’t fear, I won’t touch.” He knew that if he placed a hand on her in this state, the brothers would feel it due to their pacts and it would only be a matter of seconds before Lucifer appeared. “I just want to watch.” He’d been fascinated at Lucifer's claims, that a human had gone into heat by his doing and he longed to see the effects of it in person himself. “May I?”
The girl nodded and gently parted her thighs; she knew Solomon wouldn’t hurt her. She also knew of his ‘relationship’ with Asmo. If Asmo trusted him, then so did she. “I won’t touch her, I swear.” Solomon turned to Asmo with a soft look in his ashen eyes. With a click Asmo was free, stumbling forward slightly before stopping.
“Sweetie… are you sure about this?” Asmo placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it slightly with reassurance.
“Yes,” she breathed out in a part whine, the toy continuing to buzz inside her, making her stomach light, her eyes heavy with desire as they met Solomon’s. She let her thighs spread further, giving them a full view of her glistening folds as she gently gripped the sheets below.
Solomon watched with sparkling eyes of lust as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm as Asmo cooed her softly through them, telling her how good she was. But by that point, Solomon was losing his composure. The scent of her heat was affecting him. He knew the potion she had taken had no effect on demons, but after his conversation with Simeon and the way his own body was becoming heated, he was feeling first hand that the effects could pass on to humans and other godly creatures.
“Touch her,” he commanded, peering down at Asmo as his hand moved to palm over the bulge growing in his black slacks. He would stay true to his word, he would not touch her, but he’d never said Asmo couldn’t.
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The flames of pleasure licked her lower stomach, a strong sensation she had only felt a few times before building inside.
“A-Asmo-!” Her voice was wavering and brimmed to the lid with lust, her hands shaking as they grasped at his golden-brown hair.
“"Look at that, Asmo... She cums as easily as you. Just another needy little slut." Solomon's words were sharp, mocking, with a grin on his face, "The great Asmodeus, outdone by a needy slutty human. You should be ashamed."His words were followed by a harsh blow, the sound of the slap ricocheting off the walls as his hand came down onto Asmo’s ass.
The mumbles of pleasure from the avatar of lust vibrated against her. His tongue languidly licked at her swollen clit whilst two fingers curled up against her walls, pressing over and over against the spot that was rendering her breathless and seeing stars. He wanted to gaze up, admire her body writhing in pleasure with his rose-gold eyes but the way Solomon was roughly pounding into him from behind had them rolling to the back of his skull.
The thrusts from Solomon had Asmo pulling and pushing away from her folds, her hips grinding desperately back against him in need of friction until her hands anchored his head in place to keep him where she desperately needed him. She whimpered his name, thick pools of lust beneath her eyes gazing up and meeting’s Solomon’s. His brow was knitted, his jaw clenched as he drove into Asmo, each thrust harder than the last. His perfect shade of winter eyes baring down at her was the final push she needed.
Her thighs trembled as her toes curled, gasping profoundly into the air with loud curses as every nerve inside her body set alight whilst every hair on her skin stood up. Her spine curved as she rose off the bed, thick rivulets of her arousal releasing from the build up of pressure inside her.
The hot squirt against his mouth and hand had Asmo undone; getting her to squirt had only happened on a few occasions. He whined heavily, almost louder than her as he came, shooting thick white against his torso as it dripped onto the floor. Solomon growled lowly at the tight clench of Asmo around him, his cock heavily throbbing inside him until he found his own release. His hips pressed harshly against his ass, his cock pulsing as he came inside him.
"You're just a natural slut like Asmo here. Such messy people." Solomon chuckled, slightly breathless as he gazed down at the mess glazing Asmo's skin. The demon surprisingly went red-faced under his words. "Little sluts need to be kept under control. Who knows the trouble you'd get into?" His gaze flickered to the woman. "Must be why Lucifer keeps you on such a short leash."
Solomon grinned with a devilish smile as Asmo cleaned her and himself up, resting against the door frame as he pulled up his slacks. The potion effects seemed to have worked unbelievably well, far better than any aphrodisiac he had ever seen. The girl had been able to handle multiple climaxes, each one growing in intensity until finally it became too much. Whilst she trembled with her aftershocks, she had been able to tell him that after a few hours’ rest her body would recover and be begging for more, muscle aches and bruising all vanishing as if just a dream.
The white haired sourcer pulled Asmo into a deep kiss before, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, disappearing into thin air at the sound of the front door opening andLucifer calling out. He had come to check she was still there.
“I’m here,” she panted out, Asmo helping them both to dress as she climbed under the covers. She was exhausted. Lucifer appeared with a smile which quickly faded; he sensed something in the air.
“My love, who has been here?” His question sounded more like a command as he focused his gaze on her. Asmo could feel her bashfulness at having to explain the situation which occured, choosing to save her the trouble instead.
“Come, she’s tired.” Asmo blew her a kiss before he tightly gripped Lucifer’s arm and led him down the corridor.
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Asmo calmed Lucifer down, explaining everything to him. Telling him how the girl saw Solomon just as close and special to her as she did the brothers. The same applied to Simeon after Levi had told him about the previous day. And Lucifer himself knew first hand the claim to her Diavolo now held.
“As much I hate the thought of his hands on her, if she wishes to be with them as well, we must let her and respect her wishes,” Lucifer sighed. He and his brothers had to accept that she touched the hearts of many and that they simply couldn’t keep her to themselves. “I fear we must learn to share our human, or we simply will push her away…”
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The following morning she rose and headed to the kitchen. Although she still wasn’t going to R.A.D, she tried to keep herself in the routine of getting up and ready. Only, a dull throb pulsed between her thighs upon entering the kitchen upon sighting a shirtless beel wearing low skimmed joggers. Her eyes began falling down his toned torso, abs chiseled by the gods themselves, to the mouth watering v-line that led directly to his-
"Pft! Quit your starin’," Mammon huffed, pulling her out of her trance after witnessing her eyes practically glow. He was still overzealous when it came to her, hating that he had to share and fight for her attention amongst his brothers and, now, three more.
“I-” a near growl rose deep within her chest to witness Beel innocently licking cream he’d spilled from his deviled puff eclair off his long, slender fingers. Unable to find words, she found herself throbbing and clenching over nothing as she rubbed her thighs on the spot where she stood. All she was able to do was shoot Mammon a look. A look he knew far too well as a smug grin took over his face.
“I could smell ya from ya room,” he said in a low growl of a voice as he stalked towards her like a predator upon prey, the avatar of greed caging her in between him and the kitchen counter. The pink of his tongue darted out to swipe across the pointed fangs of his teeth before he leaned in. “I betcha ya already dripping.” His suspicion was confirmed as she sat upon the counter, hitching her skirt up for him to witness the wet patch already staining the silk of her underwear. A small ‘please’ was all she could muster, giving into the heat surging across her body as the need grew stronger with each passing second. “I’ve been waiting for ya, to get ma time with ya, waiting to make that tight pussy feel so good that ya won’t want anyone else.”
The following few moments were a blur, her eyes held tightly shut, nails scratching indents into the wooden surface. Her mind was left blank, two fingers swirling over her clit whilst two more thrusted into her tight cunt, unsure whose hand was whose. Her body lay flat against the surface as the two brothers stood between her legs, one leg hooked over Mammon's shoulder whilst the other rested over Beels, the two of them working in perfect unison to bring her to a blissful climax before the sun had fully risen.
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“Look,” Mammon’s voice commanded as he gripped her chin to keep her facing the full length mirror in front of his bed. Naked, he sat with her back to his chest, her feet placed onto his spread legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, giving her a full show of his cock disappearing and entering her each time he lifted her up.
His teeth caught her ear as he whispered filth, “Look how well you take me, my tight human, my lewd girl,. Cumming again? Filthy girl, ya gonna make me bust a nut squeezing me like that, that’s it, scream ma name baby.”
He held her waist with an arm around her, using his hidden strength to lift her up and down as he thrusted deeper. The girl was in the deepest of pleasure, tongue lolling to the side with her eyes thick with rapture, her head resting back on Mammon’s chest as she let him work her body.
A low growl reminded her that there was another in the room Beel sat watching from the side with his hand around himself, his eyes focused purely on her, watching Mammon stretching her and her perky breasts bouncing up and down. His jaw ached to be on them, his tongue ready to devour her and his cock ready to buried deep inside her.
“My turn,” he growled, as Mammon’s hips pressed up against her, his teeth in her shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside her. Beel blocked the view of the mirror as he stood in front, the girl whimpering at the size of him. She couldn’t lie, his cock always scared her. Like his physical build, it was huge and intimidating.
“Wait ya turn, I’m not done.” Mammon continued to shallowly thrust as she began to tremble in his hold, clenching around him with a tight grip. A heavy groan left him, making Beel roar in anger.
The ginger dropped to his knees. His height had him now eye level with the girl as he kissed her deeply. One of his hands began thumbing over her nipple as the other toyed with her clit, making her buck violently against Mammon. The added stimulation had her thighs quaking and, if not for Mammon for holding her up, she would have fallen sideways as she came.
They helped her ride out the high, before Beel lifted her up and off Mammon, Mammon unable to match his strength as he huffed, watching Beel push himself into her. The girl shifted so her legs were around Beel, her arms around his neck as she clung to him. She was as light as a feather to him, him kissing her deeply as she felt Mammon stand and line himself up behind her. His cock, slicked with her arousal, together with wet fingers, pressed against her puckered hole.
“We’re gonna fuck ya so good,” Mammon licked the shell of her ear as a finger pushed into her, Beel slowly bouncing her off his cock, both brothers as greedy as each other as they filled her, taking climax after climax and leaving her utterly speechless. It was hard to tell in that moment which one really was the avatar of greed.
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The next day, the girl had literally fucked the heat out of her body. Mammon and Beel had sent her into overstimulation as they worked together until she saw stars and came close to passing out.
But when she woke up in her own bed the next day, heading down to breakfast and seeing all of the brothers, no rush of arousal came to her. The potion’s effects had finally worn off.
“Morning!” She smiled sweetly, walking in and grabbing a slice of toast off the counter. The brothers waited a second, seeing if she would pounce on any of them but it never came. Instead, she merrily chatted and took a bite out of her food.
The girl was thankful it was Saturday so she could enjoy some free time on the weekend.
“Well, I think I might go out, get some fresh air if anyone wants to join?” she asked, turning around and heading out the door. But a leather glove stopped her, sending her turning backwards to see all of the brothers stalking close to her, Lucifer keeping a grip on her wrist.
“It seems, my dove, you overspent myself and my brothers this week.” Lucifer pulled her close, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’ve been a very needy girl.”
Lucifer caught her lips as the other brothers surrounded her, each one pulling at her for her attention, several pairs of lips finding her own, several sets of hands beginning to undress her and caress her skin.
For the first time, all seven of the brothers shared her, savouring their tiny human all for themselves. And as for getting some fresh air, that was never going to happen, since she wasn’t able to leave the house at any point that weekend, purely because she couldn’t walk the following day.
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𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬.
➽ demon brothers; undatables;
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➽ pegging; more of a how would they react to pegging in general , since I do not believe any of them would be against it, than straight up pegging them.
・❥・ I still do not write dom!reader because I am simply not comfortable with it but this could be taken in any way you wish, as I do not believe penetration alone makes you the dominant partner, I simply think of this as another character analysis of sorts;
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 ୧┈·ﾟ。
Considering how prim and proper he tends to be, it would take a while to remove the stick he seems to have permanently lodged up his ass, not because he is against someone penetrating him but more he needs to be sure you are actually worthy of it. Like he recognises Lord Diavolo as the rightful heir to the demon throne, it would take him some time and consideration before he lets you peg him, so please avoid trying to surprise him with a strap and instead have a thorough discussion beforehand. He is more likely to grant you your wishes if you respect his very hard to surpass boundaries.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 ୧┈·ﾟ。
He’s gonna be the total opposite of his brother, might not outwardly ask for it like you would expect since he tends to put up a “macho” front of sorts and falls into many toxic stereotypes at first glance, so even though he can be standoffish and feign indifferent annoyance to the general topic, he is more than willing to let you have your way with him once you present him the option of switching roles. He is a slut through and through below the tough exterior he tends to put on. Make this boy whine and cry he will absolutely fucking love it.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 ୧┈·ﾟ。
Now this one would be a bit trickier to convince considering how much of a tsundere he is, but very similar to his brother Mammon I do not think he is that opposed to the idea of being pegged. That said, he is a blushing maid and will take a long while before he finally agrees to it and all the while he will be absolutely visibly uncomfortable, even though sure of his choice, until you finally show him how good it can feel to have his prostate stimulated so please handle him with care.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 ୧┈·ﾟ。
As much as he might feign knowledge of said topic, because he likes to portray himself as a man of culture, he will probably be in shambles at the actual technical difficulties one may encounter whilst actually prepping and gathering the necessities to properly take part in the act of pegging. It might be easier for him since he is a demon, but someone needs to teach him erotica doesn’t include the strenuous but absolutely necessary process of prepping before penetration, especially for anal. Don’t be afraid though, he will not be discouraged and will probably see it as a “couple bonding experience” of sorts with all the trial and error you both will go through together.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 ୧┈·ﾟ。
He takes you strap fitting himself. No question. Will teach you everything you need to know about strap ons, he will even get you a new pair of shoes to help you with the fact your balance will probably be off while wearing it the first few times. And don’t even dare think you are running this game, he is the head bitch in charge of any sexual situation he finds himself in, even if he decides to submit to you. You are just his helper to achieving the ultimate possible pleasure, he will a hundred percent with no shame ride you like he owns you, do not challenge him.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 ୧┈·ﾟ。
Like everything else you might propose to him he will cheerfully agree in the blink of an eye, the only problem being he will not even register whatever you asked might entail, so don’t just show up in his room, armed of lube, toys and patience, and expect him to know what you are there for. Like Satan he will need some time to properly understand what you might want to do with him but at the same time he will blindly follow you through it all, like the good boy he is. His life motto being “don’t knock it until you try it”.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 ୧┈·ﾟ。
Now, most of you might expect him to be opposed to this with how hostile he can be, but considering how long he spent living in the human world I have no doubts this demon has seen and experienced his fair share of depravity. He might not be Asmodeus but he for sure knows what being fucked in the ass feels like, real or fake appenndages at disposal. He will make you earn it considering he tends to behave like a spoiled brat, but trust me when I say he has no qualms regarding bottoming.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎 ୧┈·ﾟ。
I don’t personally believe he would be particularly against it, considering how excited he seems to be towards anything that comes from the human world, but at the same time I believe because of his status as the future ruler he might not be completely willing to submit to someone like that. Don’t get me wrong, once you have a proper discussion and explain it to him it will probably go smoothly, but I have a perception sex tends to be a much more important ritual in the demon world than in the human one and, by default, more specifically the act of penetration itself might hold more meaning to him than to a normal human, so harm yourself for long and thorough discussions about cultural differences between the two of you.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒 ୧┈·ﾟ。
Like his Lord he is someone who abides to the demonic traditions more than you might expect, but I do not see him as someone particularly opposed to submitting to his partner considering what he is already doing as his job prescription. He might however be extremely confused at how to go about it, considering his demonic anatomy differs to the human one, and especially because he seems like someone who doesn’t know what strap on even means, I do not put him above just asking something along the lines of “how would you even grow the correct anatomy to fuck him” because he doesn’t understand the evolution of sex toys.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍 ୧┈·ﾟ。
With this one we have to take small steps, you simply can’t show up one day wanting to fuck him in doggy style, he will start to recite a rosary and die of shame while he is at it. This angel needs time already deconstructing the purity culture he was brought up in to simply have some good old vanilla love making with the lights off, so as bad as you might want to truly corrupt him and teach him all the wonderful kinks and fetishes of this world, you will have to wait and get him comfortable with the act of cumming just for the act of pleasure first. On the bright side, since he is kind of a blank slate with anything related to the sexual realm you can also train him however you want, you will just need a lot of patience and kindness.
。ﾟ•┈୨ 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ୧┈·ﾟ。
The last component of the experienced whores brigade, this man has fucked, been fucked and seen a lot of people fuck in all manners possible and imaginable, he probably has witnessed the city of Sodom himself for all we know. Not only he will extremely happy to try it with you and guide you through the proper process of prepping him, but who knows with all his trinkets and potions, he might be able to conjure up a way to, always momentarily, alter your body so you have the proper appendage to truly experience what fucking him must fell like.
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Solomon grabs your ankle to break a curse or spell that could have been placed on you. You look down at him and tsk in anger and push your shoe on his face to stop him from what he's doing. You feel a burning sensation on your chest and jerk your ankle free to it from his grip, but he tightened it and continued to break anything that was placed on you.
You kick him in the face and jerk your ankle away, losing your balance slightly. When your foot touch the grass under you you immediately freeze and drop to your knees and scream out in guilt. What have you done? You caused everyone you love so much pain. You were destroying the three realms, you hurt your friends, you made them hate you.
Your head snaps up at Solomon as he moves towards you, you get up and run, run away from your teacher, the brothers, the angels, the future king, everyone you hurt. You're in a forest, nothing but trees surrounding you. It was your new home now, a place you will stay and disappear in.
It has been three days since you ran away, everyone were trying to rebuild their lives and start healing from what you caused. Barbatos was furious with you, attacking his lord and making him a fool, he wants to find you and teach you a lesson, so he would go out searching for you and eventually did.
You're sitting under a tree, sobbing like normal when you feel a present next to you and snap your head up to see Barbatos staring down at you. You quickly get up and try to run for it, but he grabs your arm and force you against the tree. You stare down at the ground as he looks you over. He... is concern at the state you are in. His body tense up at both feeling his hatred for you but also worry for your well-being.
He drags you by the arm out of the forest and you trip over yourself, making him look back at you and notices you're limbing. Gritting his teeth, he picks you up and carries you to the House of Lamentation. You have your head down and your hands in your lap, tensing up at the house and the sound of Beel's voice.
Barbatos enters the home and sits you on the sofa, then kneels down to check your leg. You hiss in pain and softly apologize. Beel asks him to return to the castle and let him handle you. Barbatos, not wanting to be around you, gets up and leaves. Beel texts his brothers about you being here and they all quickly enter the room to see you.
Satan starts throwing insults and how you shouldn't be here. An argument breaks between the brothers, you reach up and wrap your hands around your throat and crush your air way, but Mammon pushes your hands away from your throat. He kneels beside you and takes your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
Satan suddenly grabs you, you hiss in pain for being force to stand on your broken leg, he yells at you and throws you to the floor, then leaves. You sit on the back of your legs and start digging your nails into your chest, Belphie stops you by grabbing your wrist and seeing the blood on your fingertips.
You stand up and tell them you don't belong here and walk towards the door, then get stopped by Lucifer, his arms cross in front of his chest. He tells you to your room and stay in there until they decide what to do with you. You obey and walk towards your room where sit down on the floor and listen to the faint voices of the brothers before falling asleep.
In the morning, Lucifer collects you, being slightly bothered by you sleeping on the floor, and takes you to the castle. Diavolo stands there with a serious expression, the normal cheerful demon no where in sight. There will be a trial to decide if you're guilty for your crimes or not, but you speak there is no need for a trial and you confess you are guilty. Diavolo stares into your eyes as you tell him you are guilty and there is no need to waste his time on a trial, he orders the servants to bath, dress and feed you while you rest in a guest room. You open your mouth to protest, but you are taken away.
Lucifer follows Diavolo and questions him for why he showed kindness to you for what you did. Diavolo knows you, he knows you would never do something like that and he's disappointed how quickly Lucifer abandoned you. Diavolo believes what you did weren't of your free will and isn't abandon you like the brothers. He tells Lucifer to go home.
A servant was a signed to be your caregiver. They bathed and dressed you and used your guilt to make you eat the food they placed in front of you. During your bath, the servant noticed a symbol burnt into your chest and took a picture which they showed to Diavolo.
They knock on the door to his room and inform him they have information about you. He let them enter his room where they explain the burnt symbol on your chest and shows the picture to prove it. He has them send the picture to his phone and spends few days searching for what the symbol means.
Barbatos notices his lord's frustration and asks if he could be of assistance. Diavolo shows the picture and watches Barbatos freeze up and drop the teapot in his hands, his eyes wide in fear?
Barbatos suddenly runs inside and Diavolo chases after him. You are in your room, talking with the servant when Barbatos burst into the room and runs up to you, you freeze up in fear and feel his arms around you in a hug, hearing his voice repeatedly muttering, "you didn't nothing wrong, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."
The next day, the brothers arrive at the castle and sit at a long table with Diavolo and Barbatos at the far end. Barbatos clears his throat and explains about a stone called the Fiend Stone. The Fiend Stone possesses its victim into attacking their loved ones and only frees them when they're about to killed, making the victim experience all of their guilt in their last moment.
Barbatos had a friend centuries ago who was one of those victims and discovered the truth too late. You happened to find a Fiend Stone and was possessed by it, but the reason why you broke free was because of Solomon, he broke the stone's hold on you and since he forced it to release you, its symbol burn into your skin.
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What The Hell Is Satanism? The Backstory, The Beliefs, And The A-To-Z On Devil Worshippers
4 days ago, Nike decided to sue a small indie art collective based in New York.
This isn’t news. This isn’t the first time a profit-mongering fashion-giant has targeted businesses trying to make a name for themselves. And it won’t be the last.
But this time, there’s probably something else influencing the executives reclining on their plush leather seats: they said it was because MSCHF stamped on the Nike Swoosh. But we all know what the real problem was:
These kicks were soaked with Satanic imagery - oh, and a single drop of human blood.
"MSCHF and its unauthorised Satan Shoes are likely to cause confusion and dilution and create an erroneous association between MSCHF's products and Nike”
Translation: no, we don’t want to be associated with devil worshippers.
Satan and his followers have once again hit the press following Lil Nas X’s latest viral YouTube hit and release of his custom footwear. And he does the belief system - and the LGBTQA+ community - justice.
But Satanism goes much deeper than pole dancing your way to hell.
It goes deeper than the fears of your evangelical aunt, it goes deeper than the rumours of a sacrificial ritual that happened in the woods outside of town, and it goes deeper than QAnon conspiracy theories.
Today we explore what Satanism really is. And what it really isn’t.
*twerks towards hell*
What Is Satanism?
Satanism is a group of modern religions that are centred around Satan, an entity in Abrahamic religions (e.g. Christianity and Judaism) that rebelled against God, has power over Hell and demons, and seduces humans into sin. Satan features in a vast number of major religions: he started off in Zoroastrianism, then making his way to Judaism, Islam, and Christianity. But the modern followers of Satanism are inspired by the Christian fallen angel and ruler of hell.
A large proportion of Satanists follow atheistic Satanism - they don’t necessarily believe in an entity but follow a philosophy that focuses on individualism and satisfying the ego, or rebel specifically against the dominance of Christianity in Western society.
Although Satan is typically considered the embodiment of evil, most strands of Satanism are not. However, there are some groups that fit this mould like the Order of the Nine Angles: they’re neo-Nazis.
The actual worship of Satanism only began just over 50 years ago, in 1966. But the use of the term ‘Satanist’ stretches back centuries further. Calling someone a ‘Satanist’ (or something to that effect) was an insult reserved for those that disagreed with a Christian group’s beliefs.
A Not-very-brief-but-look-I-tried-ok History Of Satanism
Here’s the thing about Satanism: at one point in history, every religious group was deemed Satanist.
You see, that’s how it all started.
Even the term ‘Satan’ originally meant ‘adversary’. It didn’t necessarily refer to a horned, evil ex-angel once scorned by the Almighty. It meant ‘other’; it was just an insult. It wasn’t created by groups of men draped in blood red robes preparing to slaughter a virgin to their ungodly master - Satanism was actually created by Christians.
The word ‘Satanism’ was first recorded in French and English literature back in the 16th century. Against the backdrop of the Reformation (when the Western Christian Church split off into Protestantism, Catholicism, and other more niche shards) rival religious groups would label each other with such terms frequently in various tracts and texts.
It was not to say that Protestants, for example, were actively worshipping Satan but were instead deviating from what Catholics thought was true Christianity. By ‘incorrectly’ serving God, they were supporting Satan’s claim to ruin the world with sin and evil.
*Disney villain laugh*
In the 19th century it broadened to encompass anyone that lived an immoral lifestyle and was thus serving Satan’s will. But in this same century it evolved yet again.
Yep, it’s time to introduce the actual Satanists: texts began to emerge that mention people that revered and worshipped Satan. It took a long 300 years for Satanists to reclaim their title. But the story doesn’t end here: this is a really important theme that runs like blood through the history of Satanism. Or, rather, the history of religious prejudice and persecution.
Throughout, well, all of human history, we have been swept up unto the belief that there is a dark, evil force lurking within our communities. The most recent example claims Joe Biden and his Democrat friends are Satan-worshipping baby-eating America-hating pedophiles. The fears of a discrete force that can hide at will fits the descriptors of the Judeo-Christian devil. And so, it had been applied to persecuted groups for centuries.
The Witch Trials and the Spanish Inquisition are the most famous examples of this. Satanism evolved in the Medieval era to scapegoat certain groups or to reinforce social norms by emphasising the apparently very real fight between good and evil.
Narratives of the French Revolution at the time were contorted with rumours of revolutionaries being part of a secret Satanic conspiracy. This revolution struck a blow to the power of the Catholic church, and some fingers pointed towards the dark lord of hell himself. Some even believed these revolutionaries had amassed supernatural powers to curse people and shape-shift into various creature ‘n’ critters like cats or fleas!
In the 20th century, another historical shift took place. And this time it (supposedly) happened from within the secret societies themselves: non-fiction authors and tabloids began to recount the allegations of people who once claimed to have been part of Satanic groups before converting to Christianity.
Doreen Irvine claimed she was given the ability to levitate amongst other witchy-powers. But Irvine’s claims sent shockwaves across the pond in the US. Much more horrific allegations were about to take centre stage. In the 1980s this would reach its climax with the Satanic Panic:
Also known as the Satanism Scare, the book Michelle Remembers (1980) detailed the alleged repressed memories of a psychiatrist’s patient which claimed they had been abused as a child for Satanic rituals. In these rituals, babies would be sacrificed and Satan would appear.
Reports of sexual child abuse for these rituals - known as Satanic Ritual Abuse - proliferated until the 1983 case made against the McMartin family. The McMartins owned a preschool in California and were allegedly sexually abusing the children in their care for ritualistic purposes. A lengthy trial ensued and the McMartins were eventually cleared of all charges.
But it was too late.
An evangelical anti-Satanism movement emerged claiming no children would lie about such claims and therefore all accused must be guilty. A conspiracy theory similar to those before emerged claiming SRA was rampant across the US, but it lost momentum by the turn of the 90s. Various investigations by the FBI and British government looked into SRA but found no evidence of Satanism or rituals in any cases of child abuse. Some lone cases of pedophiles did involve rituals, but these were isolated events that never involved Satanist groups.
The 7 Types Of Satanism
Satanism is an umbrella term to describe a vast array of religious groups. There’s a swirling sea of beliefs from the philosophical Satanists that don’t actually believe in Satan to the minority groups that are willing to sacrifice humans in the name of worshipping their god.
However, this ocean does share a common focus on individualism, self-perception, and non-conformity - traditional traits associated with the devil.
There are 3 forms of Satanism: reactive (attempts to invert Christianity and celebrates rebellion), rationalist (atheist and materialistic beliefs), and esoteric (actually worships Satan and draws upon religions like Paganism and western Esotericism).
The Church of Satan kick-started modern Satanism. Erected in 1966, Anton LaVey promoted an atheistic philosophy that focused on indulgence and an ‘eye for an eye’ ethical code that celebrated mankind as animals in an amoral world. Hate and aggression were not wrong but were advantageous for one’s survival. Yes, the seven deadly sins were actually beneficial for the individual.
The First Satanic Church was founded on Halloween night in 1999 by the daughter of Anton LaVey after his church was taken over by a new administration that Karla deemed against her father’s work.
The Satanic Temple is an atheist-activist group that stages political ‘pranks’ that rebel against the political and social dominance of Christianity. They aim to showcase religious hypocrisy in stunts such as performing a ‘Pink Mass’ over the grave of a Westboro Baptist Church goer (known for their explicit and offensive signs). They use Satan as a metaphor to rebel against a society that restricts personal autonomy and curiosity.
Luciferianism is a belief system that pivots around the characteristics associated with Lucifer. Followers believe Lucifer is the illuminated aspect of Satan, thus considering themselves Satanists. But some believe he is a more positive force than Satan. They follow the ancient myths of Egypt, Rome, and western Occultism. They consider him the true god - a destroyer but also a ‘light-bringer’ to the world.
The Temple of Set does not necessarily revere Satan by instead a being they call Set. Satan was the corrupted name of set, an entity that is the one true god. It gave humanity intellectual abilities to separate it from animals and they believe in a Setian philosophy with self-deification as the aim of all humanity.
The Order of the Nine Angles was inspired by ancient Pagan groups resident in Shropshire in the late 60s. But the founder of the group, Anton Long, is considered the pseudonym of neo-Nazi David Myatt. They encourage human sacrifice as a part of rituals and several members have joined the police and the military to do this without getting caught. The ONA is linked to several rapes, murders, cases of child abuse, and right-wing terrorism. They are also connected to several neo-nazi terror organisations.
The Joy Of Satan - contrary to its name - ain’t joyful. It’s an Occultist group that combines Satanism, Paganism, and UFO conspiracy theories. Just like the ONA, they’re Nazis. They believe Satan is one of many demonic deities which are powerful humanoid extraterrestrial beings which are equated with ancient gods. They believe Satan created humanity and brought us knowledge.
Reactivism isn’t a form of Satanism that is followed by an organised group but rather practiced on a personal, isolated level. It is considered an anti-social means of rebelling in a society dominated by Christianity. Most reactive Satanists are adolescents, mentally-disturbed, and have taken part in criminal activity associated with Satanic rituals they discovered through personal learning.
For example, in the 1970s two groups of teenagers in LA and Big Sur killed 3 people and ate parts of their corpses as a part of rituals devoted to Satan. Plotted murder and cannibalism are common traits of reactive Satanist crimes.
The A-To-Z Of Devil Worship
Baphomet
A deity that the Knights Templar allegedly worshipped. It is associated with the Sabbatic Goat which represents the equilibrium of opposites (half-man and half-goat, male and female, good and evil).
Black Mass
It is traditionally known as a requiem mass (funeral mass) in the Roman Catholic church from which the celebrants wear black clothes. However, it has been appropriated by Satanic cults. It often involves a naked woman as an altar and is the site of various Satanic magical rituals.
Cutter vs Wilkinson
A Supreme Court case which claimed federal funds cannot deny prisoners accommodations that are needed to engage in religious practices. Five residents of an Ohio prison including a member of a white supremacist Christian church, a Wiccan, and a Satanist filed the suit, claiming the officials failed to accommodate their ‘nonmainstream’ religions.
Devil
The personification of evil which shows up in many different religions. It is Satan in Abrahamic texts.
Demon
A supernatural entity often associated with evil. The original Greek word - daimon - did not have negative connotations.
Demonology
The study of demons.
Demonolatry
The worship of demons.
Goats
Satanism is always associated with goats. But why? There are several reasons: Baphomet is half-man, half-goat; the ‘infernal goat’ is depicted in many witches’ sabbats; Pagan traditions involved horned gods Christian forces deemed devilish; and the tarot card depicting the devil is a goat. In 1966, the church of Satan adopted baphomet as the sigil.
Lucifer
The name of mythological and religious figures associated with Venus. It is associated in the Christian tradition with Satan as he supposedly fell from heaven. Often called ‘the morning star’ or described as ‘light bringing’.
Stanislaw Przybyszewski
The first guy to promote a Satanic philosophy.
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West Memphis Three
On May 5, 1993, three eight-year-old boys (Steve Branch, Michael Moore and Christopher Byers) were reported missing in West Memphis, Arkansas. The first report to the police was made by Byers' adoptive father, John Mark Byers, around 7:00 pm. The boys were allegedly last seen together by three neighbors, who in affidavits told of seeing them playing together around 6:30 pm the evening they disappeared and seeing Terry Hobbs, Steve Branch's stepfather, calling them to come home. Initial police searches made that night were limited. Friends and neighbors also conducted a search that night, which included a cursory visit to the location where the bodies were later found.
A more thorough police search for the children began around 8:00 am on May 6, led by the Crittenden County Search and Rescue personnel. Searchers canvassed all of West Memphis but focused primarily on Robin Hood Hills, where the boys were reported last seen. Despite a shoulder-to-shoulder search of Robin Hood Hills by a human chain, searchers found no sign of the missing boys.
Around 1:45 pm, juvenile Parole Officer Steve Jones spotted a boy's black shoe floating in a muddy creek that led to a major drainage canal in Robin Hood Hills. A subsequent search of the ditch revealed the bodies of three boys. They had been stripped naked and were hogtied with their own shoelaces, their right ankles tied to their right wrists behind their backs, the same with their left arms and legs. Their clothing was found in the creek, some of it twisted around sticks that had been thrust into the muddy ditch bed. The clothing was mostly turned inside-out; two pairs of the boys' underwear were never recovered. Christopher Byers had lacerations to various parts of his body and mutilation of his scrotum and penis.
The autopsies by forensic pathologist Frank J. Peretti indicated that Byers died of "multiple injuries", while Moore and Branch died of "multiple injuries with drowning".
Police initially suspected the boys had been raped; however, later expert testimony disputed this finding. Trace amounts of sperm DNA were found on a pair of pants recovered from the scene. Prosecution experts claim Byers' wounds were the results of a knife attack and that he had been purposely castrated by the murderer; defence experts claim the injuries were most likely the result of post-mortem animal predation. Police believed the boys were assaulted and killed at the location where they were found; critics argued that the assault, at least, was unlikely to have occurred at the creek.
Jessie Misskelley, Jr. was 17 years old, Jason Baldwin was 16 years old, and Damien Echols, 18 years old, were later arrested for performing a satanic ritual on the boys. However, In 2007, DNA collected from the crime scene was tested. None was found to match DNA from Echols, Baldwin, or Misskelley. Also, following their convictions, Echols, Misskelley, and Baldwin submitted imprints of their teeth. These were compared to the alleged bite marks on Stevie Branch's forehead that had not been mentioned in the original autopsy or trial. No matches were found.
After weeks of negotiations, on August 19, 2011, Echols, Baldwin and Misskelley were released from prison as part of a plea deal, making the hearings ordered by the Arkansas Supreme Court unnecessary.
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Five Stars
The Atomic Cafe (1982)
Ball of Fire (1941)
Belfast (2021)
Bo Burnham: Inside (2021)
Capricorn One (1978)
The Celluloid Closet (1995)
David Byrne’s American Utopia (2020)
Footlight Parade (1933)
Fourteen Hours (1951)
Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai (1999)
The Green Knight (2021)
Hamilton (2020)
Licorice Pizza (2021)
Manhunter (1986)
Metropolitan (1990)
The Mitchells vs. the Machines (2021)
Monterey Pop (1968)
Nomadland (2020)
Pig (2021)
Shaun the Sheep Movie (2015)
Shiva Baby (2021)
The Sugarland Express (1974)
Titane (2021)
West Side Story (2021)
Woodstock (1970)
Four Stars
The Amityville Horror (1979)
Another Round (2020)
Arachnophobia (1990)
The Bad and the Beautiful (1952)
Bad Education (2019)
Barbarella (1968)
Bone Tomahawk (2015)
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)
Color Adjustment (1992)
Don’t Look Back (1967)
Emma (2020)
Flight of the Navigator (1986)
The Fog (1980)
The French Dispatch (2021)
The Freshman (1925)
From Russia with Love (1963)
Get Shorty (1995)
Gold Diggers of 1933 (1933)
Hail Satan? (2019)
Hard Eight (1996)
Howard (2018)
In the Heights (2021)
Lady Snowblood (1973)
Laputa: Castle in the Sky (1986)
Last Night in Soho (2021)
Love and a .45 (1994)
Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom (2020)
The Man Who Came to Dinner (1942)
Marwencol (2010)
Mother (2009)
My Little Chickadee (1940)
The Naughty Nineties (1945)
Nightmare Alley (1947)
The Raven (1935)
Rocky II (1979)
Seven Chances (1925)
The Silent Partner (1978)
Sound of Metal (2019)
The Sparks Brothers (2021)
Stoker (2013)
Strait-Jacket (1964)
Street Gang: How We Got to Sesame Street (2021)
Summer of Soul (Or, When the Revolution Could Not Be Televised) (2021)
The Sweatbox (2002)
Tampopo (1985)
To Die For (1995)
The Towering Inferno (1974)
Waking Ned Devine (1998)
Three and a Half Stars
The Black Cat (1934)
Carmine Street Guitars (2019)
The In-Laws (1979)
Just Another Girl on the I.R.T. (1992)
Kid 90 (2021)
Nightmare Alley (2021)
A Nightmare on Elm Street II: Freddy’s Revenge (1985)
No Time to Die (2021)
Save Yourselves! (2020)
Sign o’ the Times (1987)
Soul (2020)
Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)
Summer of ‘42 (1971)
The Trial of the Chicago 7 (2020)
Three Stars
The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T (1953)
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1939)
The African Queen (1951)
Annette (2021)
Assault on Precinct 13 (1976)
Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar (2021)
Bill & Ted Face the Music (2020)
The Black Cauldron (1985)
Black Widow (2021)
Camelot (1967)
Class Action Park (2020)
Cluny Brown (1946)
Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2002)
Dick Johnson is Dead (2020)
The Egg and I (1947)
Escape to Witch Mountain (1975)
Female Trouble (1974)
The Gilded Lily (1935)
L'avventura (1960)
The Last Blockbuster (2020)
Layer Cake (2004)
The Living Desert (1953)
Luca (2021)
Mank (2020)
The Orange Years: The Nickelodeon Story (2020)
Original Cast Album: Company (1970)
The Plague Dogs (1982)
The Power of the Dog (2021)
Promising Young Woman (2020)
Shirley (2020)
Shoot the Piano Player (1960)
Showbiz Kids (2020)
Star 80 (1983)
The Suicide Squad (2021)
Theodora Goes Wild (1936)
Three on a Match (1932)
Val (2021)
Two and a Half Stars
The Donut King (2020)
Frank and Ollie (1995)
Game of Death (1978)
The Man with One Red Shoe (1985)
Seven Stages to Achieve Eternal Bliss (2020)
When a Stranger Calls (1979)
Two Stars
All of Me (1984)
Blood and Black Lace (1964)
Brother Bear (2003)
Darby O'Gill and the Little People (1959)
Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead (1991)
The Fox and the Hound (1981)
Free Guy (2021)
I Love You Phillip Morris (2009)
Plan B (2021)
The Ramen Girl (2008)
The Rescuers (1977)
The Strongest Man in the World (1975)
Super Troopers (2001)
Time After Time (1979)
The Visitors (1993)
One Star
Agent for H.A.R.M. (1966)
Cars (2006)
Catalina Caper (1967)
Chicken Little (2005)
Count Dracula’s Great Love (1972)
Dinosaur (2000)
The Dead Talk Back (1957)
Home on the Range (2004)
Escape 2000 (1983)
The Lion King 1½ (2004)
Malignant (2021) (look, I didn’t like it, okay?)
The New Mutants (2020)
Rollergator (1996)
Treasure Planet (2002)
The Undead (1957)
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