#oc imps

Don't squeeze them, Izechiel will expect you to do the same for him, or rather let him squeeze you.

"Come on, doesn't even have to be anywhere naughty," He coos, hands hot yet strikingly chilly as they slide across your waist from behind. You'd made the mistake of tucking in the imps, they had gotten into a fight with a stray, and needed some love.

Unfortunately, their proverbial unholy 'father' was more than happy to try and take that as an opportunity to get some 'sugar', as he so crassly put it. "Just an ass grab? Do humans admire the stomach anymore, they did back in Greece. How about that, I'll grab your pudge-"

You smack away his hand. "Its hardly pudge!" You snap, rubbing at your head a bit. It may or may not be (depending on who you are), but he just sighs. "Whatever. What do I gotta do to get you to crawl all over me like you smooch and pet those imps. They. Aren't. Kids. They don't need your love, and I'm the one asking for it-"

This gives both of you pause, and Izechiel clears his throat. "Physical love, a romp in sheets. None of that mushiness, much as I love playing your husband." He lies, hoping to cover up that moment of vulnerability.

You see an opportunity, he flees at real emotional rawness. "You sure about that?"

This takes him aback, and he immediately slides his arms back, hands leaving you. "Yes, more than sure. I'm a liar, but I'm blunt when it counts. I'm thousands of years old, baby. I prefer a more mature partner-" He starts rambling on about why he could never possibly have feelings for a mortal like you, but he's backed off. You know you've one.

Mostly because reader's husband was too busy out working, drinking, and philandering to get her pregnant, but if by some happenstance you had a kid, Izechiel and the imps would have very different reactions.

First and foremost, your child would likely be a baby, or a pretty young toddler. Izechiel... would not be delicate about the fact that he had an extra power over you. He's not above frequently holding baby in a precarious way if you're acting out, or giving you a reminder that he could hurt you through baby.

Of course, we've established he enjoys the power play, but he's not necessarily sadistic. He'd likely never hurt your kiddo, not really. Though he'd also not place himself in charge of caring for them initially. You're his housewife, watch your kid. He would linger during feedings and diaper changes, or attempt to dress baby once. The little one would end up with an inside out, upside down onesie, but at least he's trying?

As time goes on, he'd begin to ham it up. When he learned that humans come up to parents with comments about how cute there baby is, or how lovely your family looks, he gets 100% worse in his little role play fantasy. He'd buy a 'number one dad' mug, and dress when you go the park as some sort of caricature of a t-ball coach dad.

Waking in a cold sweat, you realize you haven't woken up once in several hours. You've admittedly become overly paranoid about your babies safety, getting up every few hours to check on your little one even if they aren't crying out. Grabbing up your slippers, you rush to the nursery, paling when you see a lanky figure, pearly grin like an anglerfish's lure, holding the little one while sitting in the cozy rocking chair. Baby is cooing, trying to grab at his stubby horns.

"Relax," he doesn't even look up, he's always hyper aware of when you're panicked, like a wolf sensing it's preys terror. "Got tired of you getting up every hour and depriving me of the enjoyment I get watching you sleep. Figured I'd come in here and do thie myself." He snickers. "Can't say I get what all the fuss is. I mean, it just wiggles and drools." He chuckles.

"My baby is not an 'it'!" You huff, going to try and take your bundle of joy from your tormentor. He puts a hand up warningly, giving you a stern glare. "Nah. I want you on your a-game, you've been tired and lacking behind lately. Still got a stain on my tie from last week, which i had assumed my lovely wife would get out by now. Leave baby with me, you're working yourself up over nothing-"

"Izechiel, please, I just-"

He puts his hand up, and you feel the words literally taken from your mouth. No sound comes out. You hate when he uses his powers like this. "Stop it. Baby is gonna be fine. I promise. I'm not gonna hurt your little one." His voice is a bit softer now, still a demand and not a request, but one clearly born from something mirroring concern. "Just go lay down. We'll be fine here."

Reluctantly, you slink to bed.

The imps really like having the baby around, as much as they understand liking something. However, it isn't wise to leave them with your little one. They can be very good boys, but they have no understanding of mortality or the need to be gentle. They eat batteries and bust skulls. They would never want to hurt baby, they just don't understand what 'not hurting' entails. It's like teaching a kid to be gentle when petting a dog, but with demons hundreds of years old and stronger than any mortal.

Because they can't be left alone with the baby, and a sitter is out the question given the boys quirks, anytime Izechiel takes you out, baby comes with.

The red-haired boy is protective of the baby. He's the eldest, you assume, and seems to be grasping human thinks the quickest. If the boys being to loud makes the little human cry, he'll smack his brothers to get them to quiet down. If the baby is in a happy mood, he'll smack his brothers to make them laugh. Most of how he understands connecting with baby is by hitting his brothers.

The brown haired boy loooooooves baby. He's the calmest, and the most gentle. He likes to just be around, like a dog. He'll watch your little one for hours on end, sitting beside them on the couch, or watching them try to stack blocks. He doesn't always understand why they don't do more 'human' stuff like you, like cooking or reading. You'll have to explain that's just not possible at this stage in babies development. He's one of the ones you can trust just to hold your little one, with supervision. He'll pet the top of babies head like a cat, and tremble with excitement anytime baby pets him back.

Lastly, something you never could have expected, the curly, dark haired one, is very jealous of your baby. He already went about destroying photos of your husband, and he's the most outwardly affectionate and most eager to be pampered. You should have expected this, but of course you had other concerns on your mind. He won't ever truly hurt your baby, at the risk of angering his master or upsetting you, but he'll pick on them like and older sibling. Steal their binky, flick there head, purposely turn up the tv too loud. Izechiel has been too busy to notice, or maybe he finds it amusing, but the red haired boy doesn't. Expect more frequent fights between them, while the brown haired one just happily watches your little one chew their own fist. Much to your chagrin, he tries copying, to see what the appeal is.

i was wondering if we could get a beach day with Izechiel and the boys🥺 like a family vacation or sum

"Spit- spit that out!" Izechiel yells, snapping at the red-headed boy, who seems to have shoved a crab in his mouth. You wince, but shake it off. At this point, nothing suprises you, and you figure the crab is in more danger than the imp. "Actually ridiculous, can't take them anywhere." There's a plastic creaking as Izechiel settles into the cheap fold-out plastic chair. "Now, who wants to run and get daddy and ice cream?" He holds out a few dollars, and the imps scramble over each other, slipping on sand. He's been generous lately, and they know that getting him his frozen treat means an extra dollar or two for them to get a snack as well.

Eventually, the curly haired boy manages to slip under the brunette and red head, (he always was smaller), and grabs up the money before scurrying off.

"Why are you wearing your entire suit to the beach, we're getting looks?" You ask, frowning under the occasional odd gaze from a nearby beach goer.

"Could just be because you're half naked. Or because one of our beloved 'little ones' put a whole crustacean in his mouth." He says, just taking a drag off his cigarette. He only smokes them to be a nuisance, to make your house smell or to stub them out and leave his cigarette butts in public. "You know," he rolls over to face you. "If I'd known it takes a beach day to get you to stripped down, we'd have vacayed way before this."

You frown at his remark, shifting to cover your front with your arms. "Creep." He rolls his eyes, waving the cigarette towards you. "Add it to the long list of sins, baby." He coos.

Soon, the curly haired boy hands Izechiel a half frozen treat, and gets waved off quickly. He's quick to dig in, savoring the chocolate flavor. For all his bravado, its obvious human sweets have a hold on him.

You smile despite yourself, and stand to head towards the shoreline, needing a reprieve from the cigarette smoke that seems to linger constantly around him, though that could be the smell of brimstone. You stand near the boys, and they each look up at different points to nod at you. The curly haired one grabs at your wrist, trying to drag you to sit down. "What? What is it?" You laugh, only to feel a wet 'splat', as he plops some wet sand onto your leg. Seems he's going to try his best to bury you in the sand, like a family a few feet away is doing.

"Just watch my eyes and mouth." You chide, before laying down and settling against the warm, wet earth. His face splits into a slightly goofy grin, one you've come to see on the boys more as of late.

After a few minutes, you're comfortably submerged in wet sand, and the curly haired boy has wandered off, now being held down by the red haired boy, who seems to be trying to shove sand down his 'brothers' throat.

"Hey- knock that off, you little shits! You wanna cause a scene, if I have to get up there will be a scene." Izechiel screechs, prompting one to roll off the other. Besides you, you feel a sudden pressure, a weight.

Looking over, you see the short haired brunette, laying beside you happily. Its clear he doesn't realize why you're laying there, or that you've been buried, but he's plenty happy to be mimicking you.

It's... peaceful, despite how odd this situation is. Despite all you've been through in these past few weeks. You let yourself relax, eyes closing as you let the sounds of the sea consume you.

or reader just left of ignore him for a period of time

Izechiel isn't... the type to get jealous of another man, because he doesn't actually let you around other people. Only the imps, and even then, he gets plenty prickly when they are getting sweet with you. That doesn't mean he doesn't occasionally have a softer moment. He'd be relatively gentle with you all the time if you'd just be more agreeable.

One way to soften him up is to give in. You don't have to go all the way, but make him the meals he seems to like. Put on the shitty reality shows he enjoys, seek out his company. Above all, he is a creature of ego. He wants to feel like you're coming around to him, or at least getting used to his presence. Don't think this means you can manipulate him, though. If you're acting all sweet and cozy; he'll relish in it, but the moment you try to pull one over on him, he'll know. You don't outdo the doer. Mind you, if its something simple, maybe he'll let it slide and give in, not because you tricked him, but your audacity is amusing.

Another way to soften him up is if something genuinely shakes you. Maybe he came home a little messy from a job, not his usual style, but things happen. Or maybe he sent the boys to do something not so savory and he requested they bring him back some evidence of a job well done. Either way, something happened to shake you to your core. Izechiel isn't sadistic, persay, it's a misconception all demons are. He enjoys the feeling of power, and torturing evil doers, but he's not in it for the sake of cruelty. He may never have brought this up, but he's actually spent most of his time in the rings of Greed and Pride, which are his favorite aspects of humanity. He doesn't take any particular pleasure in watching you upset.

It's around six-thirty, when he notices he hasn't seen you in a bit. Turning the volume down on his show, the results of the paternity test now dimmed, he looks around. With a frown, he snaps his fingers in the direction of the imps, who are learning about the interesting buzz they get by licking AA batteries. "You three, where's pur land lord gotten of to?" He asks, prompting the three to sit up, the brunette letting a saliva coated battery drop from his lips. They shrug, making him roll his eyes. "You really do exist only to torment me, fine. I'll find her myself." He snarls, getting up with a groan and a slight stretch of his spine.

It's not long till he hears a sniffling in your room, drawing his gaze. He taps open your door with the toe of his shoe, poking his head in. "You doing a key in here, what's with the nose noise?" He asks, waving his hand behind him to magically shut the door. He sees yoy curled up on your bed, eyes red and nose runny. "Geez, what happened to you?"

"Please, not... not now, Izechiel. I just want some alone time." You whisper, unable and unwilling to meet his gaze.

"If you'd kept down the wailing, maybe that would've happened, but I'm here now, and I can go wherever I damn well please." He flops on the bed, slinging an arm around you. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." He snickers, tilting his head as he coos uncomfortably close to your ear.

"It's-" You swallow. "This, all of this, its too much! You- you had them bring back a-a-' You can't even get the words out. He'd sent the boys to collect a debt owed, and the item they had plopped onto your table in the middle of dinner shook you to your core. The bloody, severed ear made you lose all of you appetite, and retreat almost immediately after the dishes were done.

"That's what this is about? The little ear? I already told the imps 'no business talk at dinner'. Won't happen again." He shakes his head. "Listen, I'm not happy the little idiots upset our nice meal-"

"They didn't upset it! You did! You sent them to do that, that horrible act and then told them to bring back evidence! Body parts, to my home!"

"My home." He corrects.

"It's sick! I-I put up with a lot, I do! But seeing something like that, I can't! I just can't." You gag at the image.

"Humans watch all sorts of horrible stuff, you draw the line at that?"

"Yes!" You cry. It... unnerves him. He likes when he's making you angry, or annoyed, but there's such a genuine defeat in the way you're acting now. It's no fun at all.

He's from hell, and as intelligent and worldly as he claims to be, he sees the worst in humans. The pride, greed, savagery. He doesn't always understand that not every human is gonna be desensitized or brush off violence like him. It's a hard adjustment to make, especially considering he's never been around a human he wasn't torturing this long.

"Alright, alright. I'm feeling generous, and the smell of that appendage didn't exactly put me in a dinner mood either. No more business at the house, okay? No blood, no limbs, no viscera. I'll brief the boys on it, that seems fair?"

When you nod, he realizes you're too weak to even ask why he's offering this. To ask what he wants out of it. It's that broken down spirit, that lack of any pushback that gets him. He knows now how serious this is.

"Hey, look at me." He puts a finger under your chin, tilting your tear streaked face to meet his every smiling one. "I'm keeping my promise, no more of it. But you gotta make your end of the deal too. First, no more of those tears, you humans leak a disgusting amount of fluids, and we share this bed." He fakes a retch, which would almost be amusing if you didn't know he was just being dramatic. He's seen worse. "Secondly, I'm technically the breadwinner, you oughta be glad I'm not bringing work home. I'm protecting you, shielding you even, from now on. How about a kiss for your provider? Huh?"

You glare at him, and his softer smile turns sharp again. There you are. "You're insane." You huff, looking away.

"That's not a no. Come on, just one little peck for a lifetime of preserved, censored sanity? Right on the lips." Reluctantly, you place a peck to his lips, contact feeling similar to that of being shocked. "There's a girl. Wasn't half as bad as you thought it'd be, was it?" He playfully pushes your head aside as he gets up. "It's been a day, turn on the tv. Think I'll watch my show up here with you." He goes to use the restroom, and you reflect on the evening.

they r spinning around in my head like a microwave…