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Belphie: Lucifer is so much bigger than you.
Mc: I could take him.
Satan: *just entering the conversation* In a fight, right?
Mc: Why would I fight Lucifer?
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super-incorrect · 4 months
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Y/n - I'm having boy problems
Belphegor - Like his dead body won't fit in my truck problems or I like him problems?
Y/n - ...I like him problems
Belphegor - Shame. I could've helped with the other one
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gilverrwrites · 1 month
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Their Perfect Dates HCs [Demon Edition]
Well.. demons + Benny
Rating: General
Angel Edition | Human Edition
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Please remember: you can do hard things!
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Belphegor
No gift, he’s from a time before that was a thing and does not care enough to check what the current trends are.
If you ask nice enough, he might bring you something next time.
Weirdly obsessed with humans however. (Just not in a ‘I wanna be like them’ way)
Find a cafe with outdoor seating in a highly populated area, and people watch.
Laugh at his jokes, and don’t be precious over your food/drink cause he’s gonna help himself.
‘Hot, not, not, HOT, extra hot.’ ‘This is so good, have you tried this?’ ‘It was yours? Oh shit, sorry. At least you have good taste… in multiple ways’ (he’d wink at you then, if he could.) ‘Ew have those pants ever in fashion?’ ‘Haha, did you see that kid face plant the side walk?! Get rekt’
Benny
He’s an old traditional man really, he’ll bring you a bouquet of daisies. Legitimately, if he could, he would ask your father for permission to take you out.
Cooking as has always been, and continues to be a big part of Benny's personality.
It doesn’t matter that the food no longer sustains him, because it keeps him connected to his home, and his history.
Plus, the way to any person's heart is through their stomach,
You’ll be in the kitchen together, cooking gumbo or jambalaya, and bananas foster for dessert.
If you don’t know how to cook, don’t worry. Benny is gonna take the lead anyway, he’ll teach you as much as you think you can handle.
He’s very respectful, but if you just so happen to brush against each other while working in the same space, well, that just can be helped now can it?
Or if you’re slightly in his way, sometimes he just needs to rest a gentle but firm hand on your hip and guide you to the side.
Or if you accidentally get something on your cheek? Your lip? He’ll have to get that for you.
Crowley
I’m picturing a rustic but sophisticated cabin in the woods.
Somewhere private, a safe space just for the two of you.
Something with a big, roaring fireplace.
A big, plush, velvety sofa, and an array of fluffy blankets, pillows, furs, rugs.
A fully stocked bar. ‘Don’t worry darling, you won’t have to lift a finger.’ He or a lesser demon will make all your drinks for you.
Just some real, 1 on 1 quality time together where you can both be vulnerable.
Whether you spend all night in deep conversation, cuddling, or getting even more intimate is your choice.
Meg
Would forget to bring you a gift, but if it goes well, she’ll likely give you one of her many pieces of jewelry, ‘Whatever you like most hun, just take it.’
I feel like she would actually really enjoy something creative, the messier the better.
Like finding a big open space, lowering the lights, laying down a big canvas, cracking open a bottle, and getting busy with some paints.
No brushes, just hands (or other body parts if you like).
Rowena
Gracing you with her presence is gift enough.
If anything, you should be bringing her a gift. Jewelry is always best, but she will settle for roses or red wine.
Rowena knows her worth, and if you don’t, then don’t waste her time.
She deserves nothing less than to be wined and dined somewhere very nice.
Followed by a show. The ballet or the opera.
Just imagine, the both of you dressed to the nines. Holding hands over the table, good food and drink, Rowena sharing stories from her time on earth.
Coffee or dessert? Both. Please and thank you.
Ruby
Would bring you candy, but you have to share.
Also a big foodie, but more eating, less cooking.
Like a street food market, or a boardwalk.
You can compete on the water guns and ring toss games to win each other prizes.
She’s only letting you win if there is something in it for her. – Particularly a prize that she wants.
Regardless of who wins what, you’re gonna be the one carrying everything.
Then stop at every food stand on the way.
Bonus points for somewhere that has proper french fries in large portions.
Afterwards, you can chat at the end of the peer, and/or make out under it. 
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lukeawesm · 2 years
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what chuck did to jack was insane ngl but the way they decided to add this line here is making me lose my shit
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jvnkless · 6 months
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DA JACKSTERS : A Jack-themed SPN Discord Server!
- 17+ server. if you are 16 or under we can’t let you in. sorry!
- fetishized/romanticized incest (this includes angel pairings) & pedophilic pairings are not allowed. RPF is also a no-go.
- we also have NSFW channels only available to those 18 & older!
we got plenty of channels, few bots (but we are open to suggestions), are very friendly, and just generally wanna have a chill time. mod applications are open!
join here!
channel overview: (plus ppl tagged)
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tagged: @13x02 @deathlnthevalley @irondeficientf3r0ck @keistance @dakrapatops @als2726
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jackgirl · 2 years
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this is the belphegor and jack friendship we need actually
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fandom-hoarder · 6 months
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😯😯😯😯
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From the 15x01 production draft (pdf on superwiki)
How it actually goes:
(Much as I love the idea that Sam can tell a demon from his powers or its blood, I would object to Cas not being able to see a demon, especially in Jack's vessel. Sam also knowing would've been cool, but I kinda love Sam's relief at thinking Jack is alive, only for that elation to be dashed to pieces. 👁👄👁)
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danineedsanap · 1 year
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OK SO BELPHEGOR POSSESSING JACK WAS BOTH HILARIOUS AND HEARTBREAKING BUT I HAVE LEARNED THE FUN INFO THAT BELPHEGOR WAS ACTUALLY A FALLEN ANGEL IN SOME BIBLICAL LORE SO HES POSSESSING WHAT MIGHT AS WELL BE HIS NEPHEW
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uh-ohspaghettio · 1 year
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Does anyone know a fic where Jack and Belphegor are twins? Asking for a friend
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touchstiel · 11 days
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EVERY TOUCH EVER ☞ 181/?
15.1 Back and to the Future
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Mc: *Gives a bouquet to Belphie*
Belphie: You know I'm allergic.
Mc: That's the point.
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zolarstarss · 4 months
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belphegor drawing for @dakrapatops <333
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gilverrwrites · 29 days
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belphegor possesses jacks body, reader who is grieving jacks death finds comfort in belphegor? maybe a bit of a crush..
Close As Strangers
Belphegor/GN!Reader
Author note: I tried to keep the exact nature of Jack/Readers relationship ambiguous, so you can fill in the blank as you please. Similar with Bel/Reader, but it has very much enemies to friends/lovers vibes.
Rating: Teen +
Genre: Hurt/comfort, angst
Words: 1624
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TW: Grief, arguing, manipulation, crying, very minor mentions of gore, mentions of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms.
Please remember: You are allowed to make a big deal out of things that are really big to you.
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“See something you like?” Your heart feels hollow as you watch him wiggle his Jack's brows at you. Blackened, bloody skin peeks out from the top of his sunglasses. His words, his movements, the whole thing made you feel sick.
“No.” You respond curtly, intending to stop there. You can’t help the bitter word vomit that continues. “Just you, defiling the body of someone I love.”
Belphegor inhales through his teeth in mock pain. Not a hint of sympathy or remorse. When he alters his stride to walk closer to you and drapes an arm over your shoulders, you’re too shocked by his audacity to pull away.
“You know, babe, I think I know a way to help you feel better about all this.” He says, offering you a smile that is too sharp, too smug for Jack's face.
“What?” You ask, your eyes darting back and forth between his face and his unwelcome arm.
With a gesture to his Jack's body, he answers, “You could love me.”
You scoff, ready to respond with something harsh and mean, but when you look at his face again, his expression has changed. His head tilted back, chin pointed out, mouth closed and stretched into a familiar smile. There’s that empty feeling again. You know that’s not Jack, but that’s his face, his smile, and at that moment, you couldn’t snap at him like that.
Before you can think of a response, you’re both distracted by the sound of a shotgun being cocked. Dean, who had been walking a few paces behind, presses the barrel of his gun between Belphegor’s shoulder blades.
“Get your arm off them and keep walking.” It’s an empty threat, and all three of you know it.
Dean wouldn’t shoot Jacks's body any more than you could insult it. Even if he did, it wouldn’t do anything.
Regardless, Belphegor, with a smirk, releases you and picks up his pace, but not without raising those scorched brows at you one last time. “I like it when he’s bossy.”
“If we’re all gonna work together, you’ve got to shut up.” You call after him, slowing your footsteps until you fall in line with Dean.
“Awwwh, I’m starting to have an effect on you.” He calls back, refusing to give you the last word, and you concede, crossing your arms over your chest and walking in silence.
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"Are you thinking about me?” The sound of Belphegor’s Jack's voice so close to your ear, the feel of his unnatural breath against your skin makes you almost jump out of your skin, makes your body tingle in a way it definitely shouldn’t have. “Is that why you're so unfocused?"
"You wish.” You retort, snapping your head to face him. Admittedly, you had been slacking off, unable to keep your mind off the chaos that had been the last few days. Particularly Jack.
Belphegor doesn’t appear offended by your response. Hands in pockets he offers you a casual shrug before stepping back and leaning against the nearest wall. The two of you were alone, guarding the back entrance of the High School. There had been a lot of debate about who would be ‘left with’ who and for what purposes. It seemed nobody wanted to leave you alone with Belphegor, but nobody else wanted to be stuck with him either.
“What were you thinking about then?” He asks.
Without processing, without thinking clearly, you reply. “You. No, I mean Jack. I was thinking about Jack.”
“Am I sensing a little Freudian slip?” That smile is back, the one that’s too much for Jack. But for a moment, you think to yourself that it actually looks attractive in a roguish sort of way.
Feeling flushed and guilty at your laps of judgement you look away. Hiding your expression. “No. It’s just… I don’t know.”
“It’s just hard to differentiate us sometimes?” He offers, in a tone much softer than you’d come to expect. You know he has self-awareness, but you’re surprised he’s showing it. When you nod your confirmation, he continues; “It must be hard. I mean, I’ve seen loads of people die, probably millions, killed most of ‘em. But no one that I ever cared about. At least, not for a loooooooong time. I don’t really remember it.”
When you hear his feet against the concrete you watch him from the corner of your eye. It only takes a few steps before he’s in your personal space again, but he’s slow and calm. His face is solemn as he gently places a hand on your shoulder. You think he’s trying to comfort you, maybe? But it all feels wrong.
“I’m just saying, I can tell the two of you had some kind of connection. If you want to talk about it, I-”
“Stop.” You shrug his hand off and turn your back to him completely.
“Stop what?” You don’t know if he’s faking it to play with you or not, but the confusion and the hint of worry in his voice, Jack's voice stings.
“Stop being nice to me.”
“Fine, maybe you didn’t care about him all that much.” The softness and uncertainty is gone in an instant, replaced with pure venom.
You’re grateful your back is to him. It takes everything in you not to spin around and go off on him. A part of you knows you’d likely lose your resolve the moment you look at him anyway; you’re inches away from the brink of tears already.
“Oh, blow me!” Is all you can muster.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Malice, all malice. It sounds so wrong.
“I’m gonna sweep the building.” This is too much, and you can’t cope. You need to clear your head. “Don’t follow me. In fact, just don’t move.”
You don’t turn to look at him as you leave, if he says anything, you don’t listen. 
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You hadn’t told the Winchesters or Castiel about your spat the night before. So here you were, patrolling quarantine with Belphegor. Alone. Again. You’re certain any one of them would swap with you if you asked, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. They were hurting too. Besides, you figured after last night that Belphegor and you needed some kind of conflict resolution; you were just surprised when he broached it first.
“You haven’t insulted me all morning.” Belphegor nudges your shoulder with his own, and you can’t help the quiet chuckle that escapes you. “What’s up?”
“No… Yeah.” You’re not really sure what to say, so you offer him the only thing you know for sure. “My head is a mess right now.”
“I know.” He gives you that relaxed shrug you’ve begun to associate with him. There’s no way of knowing how earnest he’s being, but he seems surprisingly understanding, for a demon at least. “This whole situation is a mess, and you’re grieving. Can’t blame you.”
“Thanks. And thank you for helping us.” You smile at him, it’s a weak smile, but he smiles back and that tingle from last night returns. “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
“I know one way you can make it up to me.” You hold your breath in apprehension. Certain he was about to spoil the moment. “You can talk to me.”
Still tense from your moment of dread, you respond immediately and defensively, “We are talking.”
Clearly unbothered by your cautious reply, Belphegor goes on, “You can talk to me about Jack. It's not good to keep it all bottled up.”
You feel bad for assuming the worst. You’ve felt bad for a long time. How good would it feel to get some of that off your chest? How easy would it be to talk to Jack about it? Only, this isn’t Jack. This is Belphegor, who, for all his apparent kindness, is still a stranger. A dangerous stranger.
“I really don’t think I can do that.” The tingle on your skin is gone, replaced by the ever-lingering emptiness.
“Why?” The familiar venom creeps back into his tone.
“Because y-” As much as you want to tell him it’s because you can’t trust him, you don’t. You can't afford to lose his assistance right now. “Why do you want me to?”
“Oh what? Because I’m a demon I can’t care about you? Is that it? I find that offensive.” There’s a tinge of humour in his voice, but you’re still shocked by how accurately he hit the hammer on the nail. So shocked, in fact, that your only response is to stare at him slack-jawed. “You don’t have to be strong and good all the time, you know? Let me help you. I’m begging you to let me help you.”
He stops his strides, forcing you to halt with him and turns to look at you straight on, jaw clenched as he impatiently waits for you to say something. Anything.
In that moment, with explicit permission to be vulnerable, the tears you’d held back last night, the tears you’d been holding back for a long time, finally come out. It starts slow, a tear rolls down each cheek, and you sniff to try and hold them back. You press your jacket sleeve to your eyes, but for every tear you soak up, another falls, until you’re heart-pounding, blurry-eyed sobbing.
When you feel Belphegor’s cold hands on you, you don’t pull away. You let him come close, you let him cup your face and use his thumb to wipe your tears, you let him guide you until you're chest-to-chest, your face cradled in the crook of his neck, you let him caress your neck and rub your back. You let him Jack lean down to whisper in your ear. “It’s okay. I’m here, don’t worry.”
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sirlancenotalot · 5 days
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captainchilly · 3 months
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"Belphegor, why were you looking for this?" ↳ 15.03 - THE RUPTURE
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