The Fallen Angel

The fallen angel

Lesson 16.5: Obey Me Brothers x GN!MC

How I think Lesson 16 should’ve ended, with the MC returning to their original timeline.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 3.1k

TW: Mentions of violence/death

It was jarring to see yourself die. It was even more jarring to experience it. Your body had no bruises but the crushing pressure of Belphegor’s grip was painfully squeezing your heart. It numbed your body, barely registering how you were led to the living room and sat down on a chair by the brothers. They were bickering about you, which was no new occurrence but the words went in one ear and out the other. Their piercing voices couldn’t knock you out of your daze. Only one voice did.

“There must have been so many things you’ve all wanted to do for Lillith over the years!”

It was an innocent comment from Diavolo who stood before you, waking you out of your stupor. Ah yes, Lilith. The one you’re descended from, the one who saved you. The one whose blood coursed through your veins.

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Shameless monsterfucker anon. Garou breeding the hell out of darling on honeymoon.

He never really gave much thought to marriage, aside from how he'd like to see his Darling all dressed up. Monsters don't get married, but they do have mates; he thinks of it as declaring them his for life, and he gets the best of both worlds. The "wedding" probably wasn't even a legally binding thing, he just steals a pair of rings and the dress for them. He doesn't steal a tuxedo for himself, he just wears that nice turtleneck (he figures that if he's just gonna tear their clothes off, he doesn't really need to wear something so complicated)

The only intact piece of that wedding dress is MAYBE the veil, because once it's "honeymoon" time after he slips the ring on Darling's finger and they promise to stay with each other forever, that thing is getting torn the fuck OFF. His monster features would come out the moment he kisses his bride, growing some small lil claws and easily ripping the dress off of his mate as he litters their neck with kisses and bites.

His other features like the red hair and fucked-up eye come out later, since they seem tied to his level of emotions and/or stress. In this case it isn't negative stress, but that eagerness to breed his mate as soon as possible. He's already rock hard and his cock is shiny with precum when he rips off his trousers to line himself up with his Darling once he gets rid of the lacy underwear adorning their body. The monster in him feels so good tearing and ripping clothes that are so elegant and "pure" and pretty, and even if the dress isn't scraps by the end of the night it's torn and can't really be worn practically anymore.

He immediately pushes their legs up to put his mate into a mating press, and once he lines himself up with their entrance he immediately starts pounding them. Even if his Darling is begging him to slow down, he just...can't. He still wants them to feel good, so he'd use one of his hands to play with their clitoris and he'd use his tongue to spiral and suck on their nipples until they're stiff and sensitive to the slightest touch.

His stamina is ridiculously high, and he'd not able to stop until he's about to pass out. That sensation of his mate's tight cunt around him was so wonderful; why would he ever want to leave that warmth? He also cums a ridiculous amount, so his Darling is going to be literally stuffed with semen and he loves the lewd squelching sound of him fucking his cum into them while it trickles out of them and mixes with their own fluids.

He would fall asleep before even having the chance to pull out, and he'd have a blissful smile on his face while he drifts off to sleep. He and his mate are both radiating heat, and he'd wake up while instinctively nuzzling their neck and feeling his cock twitch inside of them.

MC:I don't need a prideful man, I need someone who's not afraid to cry in front of others while he speaks his thoughts out

Satan:Lucifer's out of the picture

Belphie:that means less competitio-

MC:I also don't need someone who killed me once.

Belphie:

Satan:pff-

Lucifer:what was that phrase again? Oh right, "sucks to be you"

Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again

The Break

Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD

Summary: MC finally shuts down from all of her acts of helping with overblots and the countless favors/demands that are asked of her. When the Prefect of Ramshackle is the one who needs help, who steps forward?

WARNINGS

I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.

Quick Note: The reader in this story is largely based upon Cinderella, for multiple reasons (#1 being that I want to and #2 being that I absolutely love Cinderella and think she’s amazingヾ(•ω•`)o ) . If that type of character behavior annoys or offends you, I recommend skipping this!

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