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Morning With Beel
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I took a break from commissions and the YCH to write a quick self-indulgent story with my favorite demon brother Beelzebub. The characters here are from the mobile game Obey Me. I don't own them (aside for Ann).
Thanks for reading. I'll get back to work now, lol.
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Posted by Ixtili 3 years ago Report
I really like the idea of someone literally being so tempting the pred loses control. Espeacially if there's an implication of hunger intermingling with lust and affection. If you want to write more about this ship I would not complain.
Posted by Ixtili 3 years ago Report
Also I had an idea for a sequel if your ever feeling like it:
He grit his teeth and gripped the sides of his head, desperately trying to rid himself of poisonous thoughts. But he could not, that morning had awakened something in him. He had always been hungry and as he had confessed to Ann the temptation to devour her because humans were in fact a delicacy had always been there. But having her in his jaws was something else, something primally intimate. He could not get the way she'd looked at him out of his head: the awe and admiration for his ability to consume her. The way she had let him take her, even when she must have realised on some level how far gone he truly was. He had thought food was already important to him personal, but he had not realised how truly personal consumption could be until she'd called out his name telling him to stop and in that moment his heart had refused as adamantly as his body. His brother had accused him of scoffing her down just because she was there. But that was not true, things would have been much simpler if it were. The truly terrifying truth was it was because it was her. He was afraid of what he'd do for one more taste of her. Gluttony had always been his burden to bare. He was not sure he could control himself, he was not entirely sure he wanted to. It was horrorifying how badly he wanted to devour her. The more he tried to remind himself that he cared for her the louder his stomach growled as if in twisted yet unmissable agreement. Yes, he cared for her, it seemed to say: which is why he should claim her as only the true Avatar of Gluttony could.
You know if your ever feeling like it. It might not be your thing, I just like the idea that she unknowingly triggered an aspect of his Gluttony he did not even realise he had.