#Diavolo x Mephisto
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inactiveobeymeblog · 10 months ago
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I'm curious on who your least favorite character is?
I don’t really have a least favourite character. I love everyone equally. Even Simeon and the side characters. Even the new characters! I honestly can’t see any possible rational reason as to why any of the characters are least likable.
But for my MC? That’s a different story.
(More MC lore under the cut)
The “least” favoured character that Hai Sang doesn’t like most is Mephisto. But not because he was rude to Lucifer and the brothers, no. They’ve already met up to terms with that. It’s because he and Hai Sang are rivals competing for who can woo Diavolo first. And whoever wins gets bragging rights for eternity. But other than that? BESTIES FOR LIFE!! Hai Sang actually hangs out with Mephisto and his group every so often so things aren’t distant between them.
But whenever Diavolo is involved? You can bet there’s glares and sparks flying across the room at one another.
Lucifer doesn’t know about this and is oblivious to Mephisto and Hai Sang’s rivalry, so he just sees it as annoyance and hatred.
But overall, Hai Sang thinks of Mephisto as a good friend and a better worthy rival. Mephisto thinks the same thing :) These two love each other too much to hate each other and I think that’s how it should be. Besties forever 🤗
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rae-writes · 1 month ago
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OnlyFantoms?? pt.II
om dateables/sides x reader
wc : 2.k
warnings : nsfw, gn!reader with skirt wearing (raphael), lingerie wearing (diavolo), online sharing
synopsis : lets see what the new latest trending porn videos are
a/n: MWAHAHAHA IT'S FUCKING HERE
brothers ver.
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The maroon fabric of your babydoll lingerie was rumpled, tearing not even a second later from how ironclad Diavolo’s grip was. One hand had the lace fisted, using it to yank you back on his cock, while the other was wrapped around your throat, veins highlighted and muscles flexing each time he effortlessly lifted your body and slammed it back down at the rough pace he was fucking you. Your legs were spread wide over his straining thighs, body just barely covered by the sheer material that adorned your sweaty body, hands white-knuckling his horns with your nails scratching along the golden ornaments . Each time skin met skin, it echoed in the room— adding to the sensual sight of the morning light reflecting off the golden floors, walls- the regal throne the two of you were seated in. His sounds were muffled from the way his head was buried in your neck, no doubt adding more marks to the already bruise-littered skin. Your own head was tilted back against his shoulder, his fingers squeezing visibly at your throat before two of them pushed past your parted mouth, making your high pitched moans turn choked. His rough pace got even more animalistic, feral growl escaping him as your body tensed, milking his cock as you came, pushing him past that edge too— and the video cuts.
Where royalty sits | 0:10 seconds | 112.k views | 109.k likes | 100.k comments 
TEN WHOLE SECONDS OF ABSOLUTE GOODNESS
Is this even legal to watch?? Cause if not, I’m happily packing my bags for jail
Typing this comment from my grave 
*eats phone*
Amazing day to be a Devildom citizen folks 
Hidden underneath the castle’s foyer stairs, the golden fractures of light shift as each of your bodies move. You were on your knees, thighs flexing, as you bounced up and down— riding Barbatos’ tail. The appendage forced itself deeper and deeper until the camera picked up on the arch of your back, the shimmer of your nails (painted in his colors) digging into his thighs, leaving behind wrinkles in the usually pristine black slacks. Gloved hands were tangled in your hair, gripping tighter the more his composure began to waver. The guided bobbing of your head went from leisure to almost desperate and then back again; after a particularly stressful day, he just couldn’t decide what he wanted. Only murmurs of praise left the royal steward, as opposed to your choked moans and whimpers and occasional gasps of his name when you came up for air before swallowing him down again. There was a brief moment in which he cupped the back of your head and shoved you all the way down- pausing- when footsteps ascended the stairs you were both underneath. Once it was quiet again, he pulled your head back with a caress of your hair and a soft apology, fucking you with his tail at a more rapid pace, insisting you needed to cum first. With you melting at his ministrations, he begins fucking your mouth, too, grunting almost inaudibly; the second your body wracked with your orgasm, he followed suit— and though only your backside view could be seen, the sounds of swallowing were crystal clear. With a low chuckle from Barbatos, and a breathy giggle from you, the screen goes black. 
Off duty | 0:30 seconds | 97.k views | 92.k likes | 88.k comments 
This is gonna be the next big fever dream, come lay your eyes on it while you can-
Mouth? Dropped. Eyes? Rolled. Drool? Leaking. Hotel? Corvo. 
B A R B A T O S ? !
This is the best day of my life
asdfghjkl
Scraping of wood against marble tile echoed faintly as the entirety of Mephisto’s desk moved inch by inch. The force he was pounding into you created small thudding noises, your clothes dulling the sound of skin slapping, followed by sharp grunts as he worked to keep the relentless pace. Lights of the newspaper club’s office highlighted your bodies, leaving nothing hidden as he bends you into an even deeper arch, face buried in the mahogany desk. Newspapers- published and uncompleted drafts- are crumpled underneath your hands; he couldn’t care less, though, not when you’re moaning and crying out his name like you are. It’s clear he tries to show some decorum, but the rare sight of his demon form screams how disheveled you’re making him— tails coiled around your waist, horns pressing into your shoulder, sharp nails digging jagged lines into the wood of his desk. An enchanted quill is frantically scribbling in the background, no doubt writing down what was happening into a page of the upcoming newspaper draft; depending on whether or not Mephisto remembers- or cares- he might just leave the article in. The thought actually has him whining, fucking into you a bit faster, because he’d love to see everyone’s reactions once they read the damn paper— knowing he had you right under everyone’s noses. A quick tug of your hair to pull you into a messy kiss that the camera can’t see and he’s spilling his cum into you- dragging you off the ledge with him- and pressing his body flush against yours. You stay trapped like that for a few seconds, quietly laughing and teasing him, before he huffs and pulls back as you both try to make yourself presentable again when the video ends. 
Extra, Extra | 3:25  minutes | 93.k views | 89.k likes | 84.k comments
Front page, baby. FRONT! PAGE!
Got his priorities down pat
What goes down in the news office doesn’t stay in the news office
Get that nOBLE DIck MC
Never thought I’d hear Mephisto whine— 
White linen curls around your arms, clenched between your fingers, pillowing your head, delicately shielding the parts you didn’t want too exposed— all while the light in Simeon’s room bathes you in a replicated golden hour. His head is buried deep between your thighs, messy hair brushing your skin at each movement. One of his hands is keeping your left thigh flat against the bed, squeezing at the fat of it, while the other is subtly shoved underneath his body as he fucks his fist. With the leg that isn’t pinned down, your calf is resting over his shoulder, keeping him impossibly close; the sounds coming from him are muffled, as he’s barely able to breathe properly, but they’re desperate and needy, echoed by the mindless ‘please’s and praise he’s babbling out. The sheets covering his own body from view only hide his hips down to his mid thigh, giving the perfect- defined- view of his arched back and the flexing muscles rippling underneath smooth skin as he thrusts into the pleasure. There are faint reddened lines trailing along his shoulders and barely visible hickies on his neck, showing that, clearly, this hadn’t been the beginning of the night. It can also be seen in the way his hips stutter with overstimulation, toes curling at the sensation, even if he can’t stop because he still craves the release. It’s timed with the pace he’s fucking you with his tongue, moans harmonizing with yours, getting louder and breathier and a little whinier before he’s practically crying out an ‘I’m cumming!’. Not even a second later, both of your thighs are snapping closed around his head, trembling, as you follow. The come down is soft and sweet, whispered words and gentle caresses, with a murmured suggestion for a bubble bath just as the video cuts. 
Worship hour | 2:30 minutes | 86.k views | 84.k likes | 78.k comments 
I feel the grace of the celestial realm 
PHEW 
GOD AND DAMN 
We’ve ascended guys— 
Where can I get an angel 
The scattered, organized, yet messy sight of school books, miscellaneous supplies, and the fact that you were in your uniform made it obvious this was one of RAD’s many closets. Raphael was sitting on top of an extra desk, legs spread rather wide as you sat on top of him; your skirt rode up around your hips, but his hands groped and squeezed your ass to shield it from view. He guided you at a quick, needy pace as you grinded against his clothed cock, sometimes jerking his hips up to meet the movements. The normally quiet and aloof Angel was panting and gasping, and if you listened closely, you could hear muffled whines every now and then when you moved at a certain angle. The sloppy sounds of wet kissing and tongues tangling seemed to echo in the small room, even despite his whisper of ‘have to be quiet’— in fact, he was more vocal than you, commanding you to go faster, asking you not to stop. Even the shadows passing under the door didn’t deter him from wanting you. The bell signaling class was about to begin made you pause without thinking, but he gave you no time to think: he grabbed you right up and twisted your bodies around until you were laying back on the desk, legs around his waist. With no room to barely breathe in between, he began fucking himself against you like an animal in heat, breathlessly apologizing and announcing he was gonna cum. With a few more rough thrusts, you can see his body shudder and melt over top of you— and the visible wet stain on the front of his pants as he gently helps you off the desk and fixes your clothes, suggesting a quick clean up spell so you can go to class, before the video ends.
[Can’t] resist temptation | 1:10 minutes | 88.k views | 82.k likes | 75.k comments 
PHEW PART FUCKING TWO
His veiny hands make me ajsaljdkd
Are all the exchange students always this hot??
I will take a shower of spears to see this in person 
Mc is my hero 
Whatever device was recording had to be enchanted, as the screen was divided perfectly to show the inside of the common room, where the seven brothers all lounged, and the hallway wall just outside, where Solomon had you hiked up against it. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, only a peek of his lips showing. The bottom half of your face that was in frame is covered by his hand, fingers digging into your jaw to keep you quiet. The only thing covering your body was his starry cloak; the fabric fell off your shoulder, showing off the many hickies and bite marks adorning your skin. Your body bounced upwards at every sharp thrust— he was unforgiving with his pace, frame flush against yours as he fucked you deep. The audio barely picked up on the ragged pants falling from his mouth, the debauched praises that he was damn near singing as he had his way with you, all while being ten feet away from the brothers. The muscles in his arm flexed as he held you up, fingers marking bruises into the skin he was gripping. You raked your hands through his sweat-soaked hair, tugging and pushing his head up until you had your mouth against his. A barely audible cry of his name reached the camera as your back arched, fingers pressing just as bruisingly into his back. He finally stuttered in his pace, mouth falling open; he came with his tongue tangled with yours, accidentally having let out a hiss when you moaned aloud. Lucifer, who had been glancing up occasionally, as if he thought he heard something, immediately stood just as all the others’ heads snapped up. With a desperate kiss, Solomon opened a portal and carried you right through, leaving the brothers to hastily round the corner and begin shouting, before the video cuts.
Claim staking | 4:45 minutes | 91.k views | 88.k likes | 84.k comments 
A good section of the comments is just hate from the brothers, I— 
That sly, sexy, smug little fucker
I wanna be between the two of them 
Sorcerer man hot 
You could physically feel the charge in the air through the phone when the brothers figured it out
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zephyrchama · 6 months ago
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"Welcome back, it's been a while."
After a long time has passed, how might the Obey Me! demons welcome you home with a hug?
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Lucifer tries to approach you in a calm and collected manner, but that facade easily crumbles as he gets closer. His pace quickens and his expression melts into an inscrutable blend of emotion. The man is fighting to stay composed.
He pulls you towards him, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have you in his arms. His gloved hands wrap around your back and waist with a secure grip. Your toes brush the ground as his hug lifts you to eye level, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Welcome back, I've missed you."
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Mammon sprints up with the goofiest grin imaginable plastered on his face. He catches himself at the last moment though, grinding to a halt as a blush creeps over his ears. He wants to be cool. "You sure are a piece a work to keep The Great Mammon waiting."
His arrogant act is betrayed by the many glances in your direction. By the way he's clenching his fist so hard his knuckles are white, and by the way he immediately crumbles into your open arms the second you reach out. He throws his arms around your shoulders and digs his face into your neck. He grips the back of your top a little too hard, as if you might leave again any moment.
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Leviathan sheds his insecurities and doubts, all negative emotions, just to be able to bask in your presence again. It's a moment he's looked forward to for weeks. He puts trust into the belief that you've also been looking forward to seeing him.
He wraps his arms and legs around you, unconsciously aiming to get as much skin contact as possible. "I've really missed you, you know!?" he half-shouts before burying his face in your shoulder. You fight to stay standing upright. Every little movement, every minor adjustment in posture you make causes Leviathan to snuggle closer until you can't tell where your limbs end and his begin.
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Satan can't control all of the overwhelming emotions that hit him at once. He grabs hold of your hand, and with a palm on your back he pulls you close until your entire weight leans against him. At your touch, all he can do is smile.
"Glad to see you again." The two of you sway back and forth, turning your hug into a psuedo-Waltz. When you look into his eyes, Satan gives your hand a kiss and presses your intertwined fingers against his face.
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Asmodeus laughs as he barrels into you. "Did you miss me? Of course you did!"
You stumble back several steps yet he catches you before you fall, latching onto your side like a matching puzzle piece. He rubs his cheek over your head, pausing every few seconds to give you a kiss as his free hand enthusiastically traces its way up your back.
Asmodeus is the most reluctant to let go. Making a mess of your hair and clothes only gives him a calculated opportunity to touch you more as he tidies up your appearance. His caress lingers over your collarbone and around your ear. His fingers brush against your mouth, which he then brings to his own lips.
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Beelzebub falls to his knees, relieved to see you return safe and sound and glad to be by your side once more. His arms curl around your hips. He noses his face into your chest and looks up with a content smile as he greets you, "welcome back."
You lean over to return the hug, running your hands through his hair. You don't expect Beelzebub to stand, picking you up in the process. You steady yourself on his shoulders as he rises, his violet eyes not wavering from you for a second, tempting him to steal a kiss.
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Belphegor wraps his arms around your shoulders and practically falls on you. He doesn't seem concerned that you're sinking to the ground. In fact, he's so preoccupied with cuddling up to you that there's no way to avoid sitting on the ground with this demon on top of you.
He curls his body around your legs. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he slowly exhales, "welcome back." He's awake, but nothing will stop him from pretending to be asleep as his grip strength loosens and his face trails down your body.
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Diavolo laughs amicably as you approach. He wants you to come to him, and is so thrilled to have you back. He bends down to latch his arms under yours and swings you around, sweeping you off your feet as you twirl two, three times, then slow to a stop.
"How have you been?" In due time he wants to know everything, and hear all the stories of your time away in detail. For now, he's got you locked in a bear hug. You feel his lips brush over your hair as he lightly swings you back and forth.
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Barbatos' hug is the most restrained. It's simple and polite. At first he was content to just greet you with a gentle handshake and loving gaze. Though, when you request a hug, there is no way he can say no.
He extends his arms around your back, gives you two soft pats, and hesitates for just a moment before letting you go.
At night that evening as you prepare for bed, you find a note in your pocket that Barbatos must have cunningly slipped in without anyone noticing. It's a detailed letter with everything he didn't get to tell you in person.
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l3viat8an · 1 year ago
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idk if it’s just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you 🤭🤭 - 🪰
Nsfw
I got like 9 asks about angry /  rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are y’all okay? Just horny?
CW: angry / rough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldn’t lmao
You don’t even remember what the fight was about…did you even have an argument?…Your mind is too fuzzy to think straight…..
Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist…not while he’s pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.
Hell he’d practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-
Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cunt….
His fingers digging into you ass so hard you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when he’s angry. Especially when he’s angry
Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each other….calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew you’d end up like this?
You both knew you’ll always end up like this-
Your eyes fall closed as you moan louder….begging for more…until you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now he’s using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.
You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toy……you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good-
Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-
His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~
Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.
Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slut….his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.
Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until he’s pounding into you again….until he’s cumming…..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cum….
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leviathans-watching · 1 year ago
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omg i love your work!! if posisble, can you do a part 2 to touching their wings and stuff with the dateables or maybe other characters? thank you and take care :D
touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2
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includes: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, raphael x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1
a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, either because their forms haven't been revealed or just because i wanted to so just assume most of this is not canon at all lol
please reblog and like <33
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➳ diavolo laughs as you poke at the gilded ends of his wings, taking in the intricate design. “it’s real gold,” he says before you can ask, gesturing to the tips of his horns, “as are these. it’s a birth present to children of our family, laced with magic that let’s it grow and change along with is. it’s a symbol of our wealth, our status.” you reach up to touch his horns, and he leans into your touch, happy to let you explore as you wish. “sometimes i think they’re a bit much, and then i remember who i am,” he continues, and you chuckle, making him laugh again too.
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➳ barbatos’ tail twitches as you run your hand along it, obviously surprised by the texture. “that feels good,” he says mildly, and you give him a grin, twisting the end of each forked part between your fingers gently. if it keeps you occupied he’s happy to let you play with his tail for as long as you want. only because of that, obviously. not because he can’t remember the last time, if ever, someone’s touched him like this. or because your touch is soothing something inside of him he hadn’t known needed soothed.
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➳ mephisto bows his head for you, letting you feel over the nubs where his horns should have been. “they never grew in quite properly,” he explains, sighing as you scratch gently at his scalp around them, “which is why i don’t often reveal my demon form. it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? of course, my parents offered to have false horns inset, and lord diavolo knows we had the money for it, but, well, that just sounded like a bother.” you press your fingers to hs head, eyes steady, and he’s glad to see you’re not thinking of him any differently.
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➳ raphael unfurls his wings, and you catch your breath. he’s often been told that his wings are beautiful, richly colored like a peacock’s, and your reaction goes on to support that opinion. “you can touch, if you’d like,” he offers, and you don’t hesitate, burying your fingers in the downy feathers near where they connect to his back. his head falls back, and a quiet peace goes over the two of you as you stroke your way from base to wing tip, then back, soothing actions putting him on the verge of sleep.
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➳ simeon wakes up to the feel of your touch on his wing, soft and hesitant. sometime during the night, he’d transformed into his angel form, wings splayed out and over the bed, almost covering the whole thing in their enormity. they certainly cover you, like a warm, live, down blanket. he twitches instinctively, and you pull your hands back. “no, no,” he says sleepily, “you can keep going. it feels good when you touch me.” he sees you smile and smiles too, even though he’s already being lured back into sleep by your soft strokes across the top of his wing, where the feathers are smooth and packed together.
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koolades-world · 9 months ago
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Ok so, when I was younger, I would hide under the sink cabinet when I was scared, upset, or angry(No one was able to find me cuz I was so quiet lmaooo).
Can you do obey me headcanons for everyone for an MC who hides when they're scared or sad and they're super quiet when they're hiding for those reasons so no one can find them/have a difficult time finding them? can you also write that they also generally hide in the same few spots because they're small enough to not be noticeable but big enough that they can fit inside?
Please and thank you!
hi!! yeah, sure thing!
this took a while so hope you didn't mind!
hope you enjoy :)
Mc who hides when they’re scared
Lucifer
the first time you hid, he couldn’t lie, he freaked out a little and of course he didn’t show it but he was thinking about what he was supposed to tell dia
he dropped everything he was doing and tore up the entire house searching for you
after this, he always made sure to check your favorite hiding spots before going into panic mode
Mammon
he was the one who found you the first time
he immediately thought to check weird spots and was unlucky at first, but eventually discovered you in a box in the twins closet
how tf you got in there without any help is a mystery to him but he made it easier for you to get in and out
Levi
he freaks out when he hears that nobody can finds you and that they all just assumed you were with him
for some reason, nobody had thought to just text you so while you refused to give up your hiding spot, the two of you were able to talk though the situation together
let's you know how much he really cares and how worried he was about you and promises you a hug later
Satan
he understands the feeling of wanting to just disappear so he checks where he would have loved to hide
he makes sure to reassure you when he sees you getting visibly upset
he's always ready to give you the refuge you seek in his room
Asmo
he almost bursts into tears when he learns nobody can find you
he spam calls you and tries to track you with his D.D.D. (and fails)
he throws himself onto you and hugs you tightly and promises never to let go
Beel
he also joins in the search in tearing up the house looking for you
when he finds you, he offers you lots of food because he thinks you might be hungry
food is his love language <3
Belphie
if he happened to be asleep when you went into hiding, he instantly wakes up like he could sense something was wrong
if you happened to be hiding in his closet, he finds you pretty quickly since he’s learnt you like that spot the most
he wraps you up in a blanket cocoon with both of you inside to make you feel safe <3
Diavolo
he joins the search for you himself before anyone can stop him
after you're found he's quick to make sure you're alright and pats you down for injuries
after this, he constantly checks up on you whenever he knows you might be feeling scared or upset
Barbatos
actually, he kind of already knew where you liked to hide in the demon lord's castle because he knows everything about that place
somehow, the first place he checks, you're there
he whisks you away for a mini tea party afterwards to help you relax
Solomon
while he is worried, just like the rest, all he needs to do is essentially summon you to him
he asks why you decided to hide and lets you hide in his room if you want while you talk
after that, he's off to personally deal with the brothers and whoever made you upset
Simeon
he wants to go search but he knows everyone else is already doing that
so instead, he prepares for your arrival with your favorite food <3
also asks if there's anything he can do to make you comfy and sits down to talk with you
Luke
I feel like he’s also in the habit of hiding just like you
the two of you can hide together, especially if it’s at the purgatory hall
the two of you comfort each other with hugs, and playing games such as rock paper scissors
Mephisto
at first, he chalks up your disappearance to stupid human problems but begins to worry
he begins to think about everything that could’ve gone wrong and that it’s his fault that you ran off, potentially into danger
once he finds you, he pretends like he doesn’t care and kinda scolds you, but he’s so relieved that you’re alright
Thirteen
since she's close to you, she's the one who actually raises the alarm since you never showed up for your craft hour together
she hugs you very tightly and asks you never to scare her like that again
always triple checks with you now to see how you're doing
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shikiii-skadi · 3 months ago
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Most to least likely to want to have children:
INCLUDES: everyone
WARNINGS: talking about biological children, but no mentioning of readers gender
NAVIGATION: Obey me! Masterlist
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Most likely
💙Diavolo💙 - He is the future king of the Devildom, so he definitely needs an heir someday. The thought of having a child with you, which is basically the embodiment of his dream, is something he would have never believed could become such near reality. A child with a demon for a father and a human for another parent, while also descending from angels. Having a child with you is definitely a big wish for him, and he can get rather excited and pushy regarding the whole thing, but if you do not feel ready for children right now, he of course would respect your wishes. But he still would bring up the topic quite often, almost subconsciously, in your everyday life. For example, after you helped Luke with something, Diavolo will point out what an excellent parent you will most definitely be for your future children, or if you walk past a store that has baby/child clothes on display, Diavolo would tell you how cute those clothes look and that he should buy them in preparation for your children. Divaolo likes children in general. He finds his role as a father very fulfilling. He wants to have at least one child, and is open for more if you are as well.
💜Mephistopheles💜 - He is from a royal family as well and will need an heir at some point, too. His family will remind him of their wish for grandchildren every chance they get. But also without his family's wishes, he also wants to have children. Until you came into his life it was always a distant destination for the future, because he has yet to find someone, who he wants to have a family with. But it was always certain for him that after finding the right partner, children are going to follow at some point. Although he is in no rush and will take it on more slowly if you wish to wait. Mephisto loves his adorable younger siblings and wants his children to experience the same joy. So he wants to have at least four children, preferably more.
❤️Beelzebub❤️ - Beel definitely wants to have children with you. At least two, so that your children have each other. But preferably more. Beel wants to have a big family, just like he and his brothers are.
💚Simeon💚 - Simeon is kind of hard to place, because of his position as an angel. Like realistically he isn't even allowed to fall in love with you, much less to be intimate with you and sire children. But at the same time Simeon is known for his behavior that isn't really fit for an angel and his tendency to bend rules to align with his own desired outcome. While it is not his first choice, he would gladly fall from grace and become a demon, if it meant to be together with you. Simeon is very domestic and he would definitely desire to raise a family together with you. He prefers to have one or two children of his own, so he can make sure to devote enough of his attention and love to all of them and you, of course, equally, while also having enough left to give to Luke.
💜Belphegor💜 - While it would be a lot of work and would take a lot of time away from napping with you, Belphie does like the thought of having a family with you. It appeals to his more possessive tendencies, while also appealing to his domestic wishes. Belphie wants to have at least three children, just like he, Beel, and Lilith were.
💙Lucifer💙 - First his answer would be no. He already has to take care of his younger brothers. But on one of his quiet nights in the music room, listening to some of his favorite cursed records, the thought won't leave him and the longer he was thinking about it, the more appealing it became. Lucifer does find the thought of joining both of your bloodlines through a child appealing. To leave a piece of himself within you for everyone to see. It's the ultimate proof of your love and that you are his. The thought of you carrying his child fills him with an immense feeling of pride and possessiveness. Lucifer prefers to have just one child, but he can be persuaded to try for a second one, if that's what you wish. But two is his maximum.
💚Satan💚 - Satan is a romantic at heart, probably because of the many romance novels he has read. He is fond of both ideas. Starting a family with you and seeing your love combined in a little being that reflects the two of you fills him with warmth, but so does the thought of the two of you alone together forever. But no matter which outcome you do choose, there going to be a lot of cats. Lots and lots of cats. You will have a completely cat-themed house. And if you do have children, Satan is going to dress them in all the cute cat clothes and accessories, he himself can only wear for a few seconds in the confinement of his own room, where no one of his brothers can see him. The Avatar of Wrath couldn't walk around with cat ears. He has a reputation to uphold. But no one can say anything against his adorable children wearing those. They will have cute cat-themed onesie, cat shirts, cat socks, cat ears, you name it. If there is a cat related article of something, you can be sure you will have it somewhere in your home. Satan prefers to have one or two children.
💛Mammon💛 - On one hand, he would like to have children with you. So he could cross off another thing on his list of things he was your first with. On the other hand, he is not in a hurry to have children with you. He is greedy and wants to have you for himself for a while before you plan a new addition to your family. When he's not plotting schemes to get your child to torment Lucifer, because Mammon knows his child would never be harshly punished like he would (but Lucifer obviously knows Mammon is behind it, so Mammon will still be punished at the end of the day) or using your child to make money (by having your child beg strangers for money, for example), he is a surprisingly good father. Mammon is fine with one child.
💛Barbatos💛 - Barbatos wishes regarding children depend on whether you wish for children or not. If you want children, he will arrange everything, so that he has enough time to help you raise them and to take care of you, while also making sure to have enough time to dedicate to his position as Lord Diavolos butler. If you don't want to have children, he is fine with that as well, it will give him more time to focus directly on you. He also doesn't really have a preferred number of children, although he would prefer it if you don't have too many.
🩷Solomon🩷 - He is very, let's say free-spirited. Whether it's making a deal with a Reaper that involves getting his candle extinguished if he loses simply because it sounded fun to Solomon, or any of the other things he gets carried away with because it might be interesting, Solomon definitely doesn't see himself in the position to put all that behind him in order to take responsibility for a child. Though he can become serious, visible for example from the responsibility he has taken on for the people of the human world, which is why his ability to take care of a child is higher than some of the others. Just don't let him near the kitchen. But right now he thinks he is too young to settle down, even though he is literally centuries old. Though eventually, he would quite like settling down with you and raising children together. Having children together isn't a must for him though. And to actually get to the children point, you will have to give him another like two hundred years.
❤️Thirteen❤️- Children were never something she gave any thought to. Even after you two became a thing. She doesn't mind children, but she also doesn't really want some of her own. It's so much work. And a reapers cave isn't exactly the type of place to raise children that a part human in anyway. Thirteen can find some joy in taking care and playing with children, but would rather want to look after Luke or any other children of your or her friends and family and give them back to their parents when it comes to do the actual parenting. She is more of the fun-loving aunt every child wishes they had because they will be allowed to do all the things they normally aren't.
🩷Asmodeus🩷- Asmo is sure that a child that is the combination of him, the most beautiful being in all three worlds, and you, the second most beautiful being right after him, could only be of exceptional beauty. He would definitely be interested to see what your child would look like, but at the same time, he is also afraid deep down that his own child could upstage him. He also doesn't like the thought of having to share you with someone else and the whole chore of having to take care of a child. Though while it is a nice thing to think about for a few moments, Asmo rather not wants a child anytime soon.
🧡Leviathan🧡 - Definitely no. Levi has problems taking care of himself, he couldn’t take care of a child. And he also has so much anime and movies to watch, games to play with you, conventions to visit, lines he has to wait in for the special prerelease of Ruri-chan merchandise, and events to play for special login bonuses. He can't lose his login streak he has upheld for centuries! He is a busy demon. And the thought of having to take care of a child and actually having to raise and guide them, scares him because he is sure he would somehow mess up his child. He also doesn't want to share your time and affection with someone else. It makes him envious, even if it's his own child. Just thinking about it makes him feel jealous. And he is aware that this feeling of jealousy towards his not even real child is an ugly emotion to have regarding once own blood. He feels pathetic and just rather forgets about any children.
Least likely
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🧡Luke🧡 - The thought that you and your significant other could have children together makes him jealous and a little sad. Luke is afraid that you might forget him and stop caring and supporting him the way you did before. Luke is in constant rivalry for your attention with your children before he realizes that nothing has changed between the two of you and that he is still an important person in your life as he was before you had children. Now he takes on the role of the big brother figure, even though he would never admit it out loud due to feeling embarrassed.
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still-a-morosexual-help · 5 months ago
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Feel like that Hard to Kill, Easy to Fuck shirt perfectly summarises MC's entire situation
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For Your Ears Only: When MC sends them audio porn
Featuring: The Dateables + Side Characters (+ bonus Michael and Karasu) x gn!Reader
NSFW // Content: Explicit smut. Sex toys, sexting (audio/pictures/video), demon forms mentioned, penetrative sex and fingering (gn!reader receiving), size kink, breeding kink, creampie, light dom/sub undertones, guided masturbation, orgasm delay/denial, corruption kink if you squint, clothing kink, car sex, oral sex (gn!receiving), implied switch!reader & switch!thirteen, pet names, rough sex. 6.8k words.
For Your Ears Only series: Part I (The Demon Brothers)
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DIAVOLO // royal treatment
Diavolo has been in his office all morning. He’s bored out of his mind from signing the endless stacks of paperwork that Barbatos puts in front of him. He would gladly welcome any excuse to escape, and your message gives him something to look forward to. He’s curious about your warning to listen to it alone, so he waits until Barbatos excuses himself from the office to prepare more tea.
Desire pools in his belly when Diavolo finally listens to your recording, and by the time it’s over, he’s gripping the armrest of his chair so hard that it cracks. He holds his D.D.D. to his ear while he storms from the room. He replays the message again because there’s something so alluring about listening to your sweet sounds like this. The desperate, breathy whimpers of his name as you fuck yourself with that inferior toy rile him up even more. He strides through the castle towards his private chambers, ascending the stairs two steps at a time in his haste to see you.
(Diavolo doesn’t even notice that he rushes past a very irate-looking Barbatos. No matter how much he wants to protest, the butler knows better than to get in the prince’s way; Diavolo is radiating power and lust and the need to claim, and trying to stop him now would be a dangerous mistake. Besides, there will be time for lectures about propriety later.)
Diavolo’s true form is completely revealed by the time he enters his bedroom. His blood pumps at the mere sight of finding you naked and waiting for him on his dark silk sheets. Your knees are bent and you part your thighs so invitingly when he kneels on the bed and crawls on top of you. His large hand cups the hot, wet mess between your legs. His fingers stroke you teasingly, and your body shivers with sensitivity from your recent orgasm. He crushes his lips against yours and swipes greedily at the seam of your mouth so he can lick inside and taste you. He teases two fingers into your hole while you're distracted by the kiss, and he stretches you just a little more.
(You buy toys smaller than him on purpose so that no matter how much you might tease yourself with them, they'll never match how thick his cock is, or reach as deep as his rough, powerful strokes do.)
You whimper when he pulls away too soon for your liking, but he bares his fangs in a feral smile and finally sinks his cock inside you. Your back arches against the mattress as he stretches you open, and he pants heavily while he resists the urge to fuck into you like a rabid beast. His thrusts are slow and shallow at first, but your warm, soft body enveloping his cock and your nails digging into his back urge him to move faster, harder, and deeper.
He comes with a roar and you whine at the sensation of his hot release painting your walls and marking you as his. He stares between your bodies and grinds his cock inside you so that he can trap his cum inside you a little longer.
Nothing in this world can fuck you or fill you the way the future demon king can, and he spends the rest of the day proving it to you.
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BARBATOS // servant of two, master of one
When you send Barbatos teasing messages, you do so knowing that the likelihood of him being able to come see you anytime soon is slim to none. He's incredibly busy assisting Diavolo and taking care of other important work. Early in your relationship, you both agreed on reasonable expectations that took his many responsibilities into consideration. He doesn’t want to neglect you, but you don’t want to disturb him either.
He cherishes all the photos and videos you send him. They’re sentimental tokens he hoards selfishly for himself; they remind him that you love him and desire him like you've never wanted anyone else. If he’s too busy to call you or visit you, they offer temporary relief for the longing he feels. After he receives the message you sent him today, he has a new treasure to add to his collection.
He listens to your recording when he's completing mundane chores alone in the laundry room. No one else sees the butler’s infallible mask slip: his breath hitches slightly, and the freshly-laundered sheets slip from his fingers when his hands tremble with the sudden need to touch. He grunts and clenches his fists when your breathy crescendo of fuck–fuck–fuck—! ends with a broken cry of his name.
He feels unusually warm when the recording ends and all he hears is his own ragged breathing. His cock stirs in his pants and he takes a few minutes to calm himself and regain his composure. He can't perform his duties with a hard, throbbing cock ruining the crease of his pants. By the time he’s calm and leaves the room, he’s decided how to respond to you.
Barbatos has to prepare the Young Master's lunch next, but he has a bit of time to spare and walks to his bedroom first. He doesn't dare sit on the bed; fond memories of fucking you between his sheets might tempt him to linger. He doesn't call you either, even though he desperately wants to. He records a voice message for you instead, and he carries on with his work once he confirms you’ve received it.
You listen to his message from the comfort of your bed, you can tell right away that he sounds less composed than usual. His voice is a bit rougher, and it makes you giddy knowing you have that impact on him. You smile as you listen to his compliments and praise and he tells you (with explicit details) how lovely your surprise was. He asks for a favour from you, if you’re willing, and he gives you instructions for how he'd like you to use your toy next.
You lay back and let the soothing cadence of his voice guide your actions. You move the toy in and out of your body at the pace he commands. He coaxes you to the edge of pleasure but denies you over and over; despite how close you are, you stop when he tells you to. When he finally asks you to come for him, the breathless, pleading tone of his command shakes you to your core. He anticipates that you need a moment to recover, and the recording is silent until his gritty voice reminds you how good you are for him and how much he loves you.
You feel wonderful knowing that he'll be pleased with your obedience, and you send him the proof he asked for: another recording of yourself, and a picture of the new mess between your legs. Your body trembles slightly as pleasure fades and your body melts into the mattress. You relax in your bed, naked and cum-stained, and when your D.D.D. pings, you read his new message with a smile. He decided to rearrange his schedule after all, and he’s on his way to take care of you himself.
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SIMEON // savor the moment
He’s not the most skilled when it comes to technology, but Simeon figures out how to play the recording you sent him. He heeds your warning that he should listen to it in private, and he escapes to the dimly-lit sanctuary of his bedroom and sits on the bed. Sometimes you send him voice messages about your day. Other times, you remind him how much you love him and miss him, and you confess how sinful your thoughts become when you think of him.
He’s shocked when he recognizes the sounds that filter through the speakers of his phone and fill his room. He’s heard them so many times when he makes love to you between his sheets (or yours), or on the sofa in the sitting room, and even once against the front door when he was too impatient to wait—
Whenever Simeon is with you, his carefully made plans to take you apart slowly and lovingly burst at the seams when he finally has his hands on your body. Everything about you is irresistible. He denied temptation for so long that he can’t control the raging passion inside him when he’s with you.
The sounds you make for him on this recording are a bit different though. It’s almost like you’re teasing yourself towards the edge, instead of hurtling towards it with abandon. Your moans and cries become breathier and louder and it’s the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard.
He senses that you’re basking in the slow, sensual delight of touching yourself, rather than the passionate frenzy that often happens when you’re together. Even as lust stirs inside him and makes his cock swell, he’s stunned by your intimate gift made for him alone.
He loosens his belt and slips his hand inside his pants as he listens to you again. He spreads the pearly-white fluid leaking from the tip of his cock down his shaft. Pleasure blooms within him when the soft, wet glide of his strokes match your rhythm.
He lays back and wonders if you felt tormented by the temptation to move faster like he does now. How did you resist the urge to pump your toy into your greedy hole with desperation as you chased your release? You maintained your slow rhythm until the very end, and he desperately tries to do the same. It feels like you’re leading him to ecstasy; you’re the only person he would ever follow blindly without hesitation or doubt, because he loves you so.
The pleasure that warms his body and makes his limbs tremble feels like a wave cresting upon the shore. Your name falls from his lips in reverent sighs and gentle moans, instead of his usual harsh groans and mumbled curses that he muffles against your skin.
He strokes his cock slowly so he doesn’t come until you do. Despite the gentle pace, his orgasm still causes his back to arch off the bed as a long, whiny moan rips from his throat. He thrusts into his fist and the bed frame creaks slightly underneath him. Ropes of cum cover his belly and part of his chest. He lets go of his cock when he gasps from the sensitivity of wringing the last drops of pleasure from himself.
He catches his breath and sighs tiredly. He feels sticky and needs a shower and clean change of clothes. After he’s tidied up, you send him a message and ask if he wants to come see you. He’s tempted, but he invites you to dinner first; he wants you both to enjoy this slow, sensual seduction a little while longer.
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SOLOMON // at your beck and call
Sometimes you forget that there's not much Solomon won't do for you. He's selfish with your time and greedy for your love and affection. He uses his (frighteningly immense) power as he sees fit, and he doesn't mind being irresponsible from time to time if it means giving you what you want.
Your little surprise is a welcome distraction from a boring meeting he was told he couldn’t miss. He excuses himself quietly when his D.D.D. pings, and he holds his phone to his ear and listens to the recording in the hallway outside. His soft smile sharpens into something wicked when he realizes what you sent him.
Anyone that might see him now would notice how his eyes grow darker as his pupils dilate, or that he adjusts himself discretely as his cock hardens in his pants. He doesn’t feel any hesitation or remorse when he abandons the meeting and teleports to his home where he knows you're waiting. (He'll make his apologies and excuses to the Sorcerer's Society later, after he's fucked your brains out.)
He re-appears in his bedroom and he's already unbuttoning his shirt eagerly, but his excitement deflates when he realizes his bed is empty. He knows you must be nearby; the scent of your musky arousal and sweat lingers near the bed. The sheets are still in disarray, and he can even see the small wet spots you made.
The sound of running water catches his attention, and he lets his shirt fall open as he approaches the half-closed door to the en-suite washroom. Your toy is cleaned and dry on the counter, and you splash water on your face with a tired sigh. You jump when you meet his gaze in the mirror, and you smile bashfully at his sudden appearance.
You didn't think he would really come, and he decides to remind you that nothing could possibly keep him away. He steps inside and embraces you properly so he can enjoy the feeling of your warm, bare skin against him. Your legs are still trembling slightly, and your scent is so much stronger now. 
There's so much he wants to say–you're so beautiful, darling or you're a naughty thing, teasing me like that during my meeting–but he kisses you instead.
It's sweet at first, and he pours his love and desire for you into the kiss. Sometimes he wishes he were a more patient man, because your first whimper against his lips reminds him of all the delightfully carnal things he wants to do to you. The kiss becomes heated and passionate as your mouths slot together perfectly, and he matches your delighted noises with soft groans of his own.
His mouth coaxes your lips open, and he curls his tongue with yours as he backs you against the counter. The hands that cradle your face so lovingly slide down your body, and he groans as he explores the familiar dips and curves of your chest and waist. His hands smooth over the swell of your ass and he squeezes. He gropes the soft flesh a little more before grasping the back of your thighs and lifting you up.
You're lost in the loving haze of his kiss and make a startled noise in the back of your throat when he sets you on the edge of the counter. He pulls you flush against his chest and you gasp as the outline of his cock rubs against the wet, sticky space between your legs. The hunger in his eyes mirrors that of your own.
You fumble with his belt and pump his hard, leaking cock while his fingers tease your entrance. He moans at the delicious friction of your hand on him. He breathes out a stuttered sigh when your soft, warm walls welcome his fingers so easily.
You prepared yourself so well for him, and he can’t wait anymore. His hand curls around your hip as he removes his fingers and fucks into you with one deep stroke. He cradles your neck as your head falls back with a choked off moan. He nips at your throat and groans as your body clenches around him. His pace is fast and brutal, and even when you come on his cock and your legs tremble around his waist, you whisper his name over and over again and beg him for more.
My silly darling, he thinks when he carries you to his bed and fucks you again with renewed vigor, how could I ever resist you?
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MEPHISTOPHELES // tied up
Mephisto is busy today with Newspaper Club business, but you send him his gift knowing he’ll listen to it eventually. After you catch your breath, you walk gingerly to your ensuite washroom to shower. There's a ping on your D.D.D. while you're stripping the sheets off your bed to wash them.
Mephistopheles: I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight for dinner.
Mephistopheles: And bring the tie with you.
He doesn't even mention the recording, but his request for the tie makes you feel giddy with mischief. His unique fashion accessories are something you think only he can pull off. He comes across as pretentious, but you understand that the things he wears are a personal choice and not necessarily about his status and wealth. You tease him playfully from time to time about those particular ties he likes to wear, but he knows you like them, no matter how much you deny it.
You slipped one of his ties into your pocket when you were at his home a couple nights ago. You fetched the silky cloth from its hiding place in your dresser earlier; you got a whiff of his expensive cologne and the barest hint of his natural scent underneath.
It's what inspired you to make the recording to begin with.
It was clenched in your hand while you fucked yourself with your toy earlier, and the material is creased and a bit dirty with your cum now too. When you were still catching your breath, you snapped a photo and sent it to him. It was a blurry picture of your arm resting across your waist, but there's no way he could miss the dark, silk tie underneath your glistening fingertips.
His car arrives at seven o'clock sharp, and his driver steps out to open the door for you. You slide into the seat beside Mephisto. His expression is unreadable in the poorly-lit backseat, but he takes off his gloves and pats his thighs invitingly. You straddle his lap and his bare fingers grip your waist. He teases the bare skin just underneath the hem of your shirt.
"You're a terrible distraction, pet," he murmurs, and his voice sounds so rough that you squirm. He’s already hard and he grunts quietly when you rub against him. He glares at the smile blooming across your face, but there's no heat to it.
"I missed you," you say after you lean forward and press a chaste kiss against his mouth.
He licks his lips and hums. "Did you bring it with you?"
"You mean this?" You pull his crumpled tie from your back pocket and dangle it in front of his face. His eyes lock onto it immediately, and if you can smell yourself on it, you know he does too. 
He tries to be discreet when he leans forward so his nose brushes against the fabric, and his eyes flutter slightly. There's a low purr rumbling in his chest and his pupils dilate noticeably even in the dark corner of the car.
His fingers dig into your hips when you lean against his chest. "You should probably remove the stains first before you wear this again," you whisper against his ear.
He groans when he tilts your head and captures your lips in a filthy kiss. There's nothing decent or composed about the way he starts grinding his hips up against you, or how his other hand slides under your shirt and scrapes his nails against your back. 
You scratch lightly against his scalp and tug on his hair, and he breaks the kiss with a growl. He maneuvers you off his lap and pushes you back against the seat. His face hovers above your waist and his hand rubs against you through your pants. He can feel how damp you are already, and he makes quick work of undoing your pants. You lift your hips so he can shimmy them down your thighs.
He's too impatient to undress you properly, but he bends down and licks against the edge of your arousal. He waits until you meet his gaze and then he does it again, and he grins when you whimper his name.
"I thought you wanted to go out for dinner?" you ask breathlessly. This wouldn’t be the first time he's gotten frisky in the car, but you’re worried about being seen like this.
"We’re taking a scenic route," he explains with a groan, “but I want a taste of you first." He leans down with a smirk before he sucks you into his mouth.
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RAPHAEL // inevitable defeat
Raphael hesitates only for a moment before he taps Play on the screen and puts his phone to his ear. He closes his eyes at the first soft sigh that escapes you. He swallows around the lump in his throat when you moan, and he bites his lip when he hears the faint sound of the mattress creaking beneath you. His ragged breathing matches the quick pace you use to fuck yourself with your toy. The wet, squelching sounds are obscene, but he's never heard something so sinfully beautiful before.
His body feels overheated, and the first beads of sweat start to roll down the back of his neck. When his name tumbles from your lips as you come, he squeezes the phone so tightly he's worried the case might snap in his fist.
He has responsibilities in the Devildom–tasks assigned to him from Michael, chores he splits with his roommates, the relationships he has to foster with demons as part of his mission. Meeting you was inevitable, and perhaps falling for you was inevitable too. Everything you are and all the things you say and do affect him–and this is no different.
He should be getting ready to leave for a meeting, but he's frozen in place and his body quakes as he tries to smother the lust coursing through his veins. How can he walk to RAD when his cock is hard and aching? How can he think or speak of anything else except how beautiful you are and how badly he wants you? No, it won't do at all–he'll apologize later for shirking his responsibilities.
Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.
He pushes his door closed and leans his forehead against the cool wood while he taps the screen and replays your message. He holds the phone to his ear with one hand while the other reaches into his pants and palms himself, slickened by the copious fluid leaking from the tip of his cock. He's so fucking aroused by you. You make an utter mess of him and you’re not even here. His hand is soaked with his own pre-cum, and the fast strokes of his cock sound as obscene as your noises do.
Sometimes he grunts in unison with you, and other times he echoes your moans with a bitten-off curse of his own. When he closes his eyes, it's so easy to picture you naked and writhing on his bed. He wishes he could smother his sounds against your bare skin as he fucks you. All he can do now is bite his lip so hard that he can taste copper on his tongue.
He comes with a deep groan moments after you do, and his door is painted with the ropes of cum that he can’t catch. He pumps himself through the aftershocks until he winces and his hand falls limply at his side. He pants heavily against the door as he catches his breath; his skin is hot and clammy with sweat, and he'll need to shower again before he goes out.
He glances at the pearly-white mess that coats his fingers and his clothes and the door. If he were a better angel, he would tell himself that poor self-control is responsible for this mess.
But he's not a better angel, because all he can think is, what a waste I couldn't come inside you instead.
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THIRTEEN // the wild card
Thirteen’s reactions to your dirty messages are unpredictable, and today you have no idea what to expect once you send her the recording. 
Sometimes when you send her a raunchy text, she sends you back something just as filthy. If you send her photos of your body (with or without clothing), she gushes about how gorgeous you are and how she can’t wait to see you in person. 
There are times when she confesses how lucky feels that she met you. Those are the days when she comes to your bed (or sneaks you off to her cave) and keeps you up all night. She murmurs praise into your ear as she fucks you so slowly, and afterwards she rolls you over and begs for you to fuck her too.
You don’t hear from her by the time you change your bedsheets and clean your toy, and you decide to have a shower and plan the rest of your day. Maybe she’s busy doing reaper things? (She’s a bit tight-lipped about the things she does that she says delicate humans like you don’t need to worry about.) Or maybe she’s trying to prank Solomon again?
You leave your en-suite washroom with damp skin and a towel wrapped around you, and you yelp in surprise when you realize someone is sitting on your bed.
She giggles at your expression. “Aww, did I scare you? I just wanted to surprise you.” She pats her phone that’s next to her on the bedspread. “We’re both full of surprises today,” she murmurs, and you notice the way her eyes roam your nearly-naked body appreciatively. She leans back on her hands and spreads her legs wide so you can stand between them.
“I didn’t hear from you. I figured I’d see you at school,” you admit with a shrug.
She tugs playfully at the knot keeping the towel wrapped around you. “You can’t blame me for being a little late, lovely,” she says teasingly. The towel gives way after another stubborn tug of her wrist, but you don’t bother picking it up. Her eyes are scorching as she drinks in your exposed skin, and her strange eyes are the most striking when she stares at you like this.
“What do you mean?” you ask curiously.
Instead of replying, she leans forward and traces your mouth with her fingertips. You flick your tongue out to tease her, but you nearly moan when you recognize the faded taste of her cum. It’s not like anything you’ve ever tasted–it’s syrupy-sweet unlike anyone else’s you’ve tasted–and you eagerly suck her fingers between your lips.
“Sometimes I can’t wait to be with you either,” she confesses quietly as she watches your lips wrap around her fingers. Her other hand settles on your waist and dances along your hip and over the top of your thigh. “And I have to compete with all those fools for your attention,” she grumbles bitterly, but she leans forward and kisses your belly as her hand seeks out your arousal between your legs.
You gasp as she strokes you, and she pulls her hand away from your mouth so she can hold you steady as your legs start to tremble. Desire blooms inside you all over again. You feel so desperate, and it would be embarrassing how quickly you fall apart for her, if it weren’t for the lovestruck look in her own eyes.
“I only want you,” you whimper as your hips rock against her hand and your fingers wind through her hair.
“I know, lovely,” she coos sweetly, and she coaxes you into her lap as she lays back on your bed. She finally kisses you and curls her tongue with yours as she continues teasing you between your legs. One of her fingers slips inside you, and you both break away from the kiss with a gasp.
“You’re ready for me,” she whispers against your ear while her finger stretches your walls and brushes against the spongy spot instead. “But I’m ready for you too,” she confesses with a breathy laugh.
You reach down between her legs and slide your hand up her thigh. You noticed she was wearing a skirt today, but she’s not wearing any underwear. You moan when you feel her hot, wet heat against your fingertips. You gather some of her slick on your fingers and trace her clit with slow circles.
“Is it greedy of me to want all of you?” you whimper, and she adds a second finger inside you.
“This first,” she suggests as she rolls her hips against your hand and moans quietly, “and then I can fuck you after?”
“I wanna fuck you too,” and you hate how whiny you sound, but nothing would be more perfect than seeing her bouncing above you right now. You saw her bag on the floor near your bed; you know she came prepared for anything you wanted to do.
She crooks her fingers inside you and grins when you start to fall apart around her fingers. “Oh, lovely, I promise we’ll both get to have a little fun.”
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MICHAEL // tranquil moments
Michael would love nothing more than to ignore all his duties when you visit him in the Celestial Realm, but sometimes his absence can’t be helped. He left you earlier that morning to meet with some other high-ranking angels, and he promised to return shortly.
He saw your message during the meeting but had to ignore it until now. He puts his phone to his ear so he can listen to the recording on his way to find you. He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning at the sounds you’re making in his ear. He rushes to his room while he tries to ignore his half-hard cock that starts tenting his robes.
He enters his room but he’s surprised (and disappointed) that you’re not there anymore. The bed is still unmade and the stain he touches with his finger is damp. He lowers his nose to the mattress and inhales your sweet, musky scent into his lungs. He doesn’t know where you are, but he knows how to find out. He taps your name on the screen and waits while the dial tone rings.
“Hello, Michael. I’m surprised to hear from you so soon. I thought you might still be busy.”
“Oh, I’m going to be very busy soon. Tell me, little lamb, where are you hiding?”
“It’s not much of a surprise if I tell you, is it?”
He listens to your airy laugh, and he strains to hear the noises around you. He can’t pick up anything at first, but then there’s a hushing noise across your end of the call, almost like a heavy breath, or the wind—
He grins when he glances out the window and sees the trees outside sway gently in the breeze.
“I’ll see you soon, little lamb.”
“I hope so.”
Michael finds you lying underneath the willow tree in his private garden. Your teasing smile widens when he shrugs off his robes and lets them fall onto the grass. The sight of his broad, naked body is enough to leave you breathless.
He kneels between your legs and braces himself above you. He holds himself steady on one arm while the other dips into your pants and he groans when he feels how messy you are. Two fingers slip inside you easily when he presses them against your entrance.
“You brought the Archangel to his knees in less than two minutes,” he mutters under his breath. His eyes glance down between your bodies as your hips rock against his hand.
“I want you so badly,” you whine quietly, and his throat feels thick with emotion when he swallows.
“Let me take care of you, little lamb,” he whispers before he kisses you. He peels your clothes off until you’re bare and trembling underneath him. Your thighs rest against his hips, and he distracts you with another deep kiss as he replaces his fingers with his cock.
He fucks you until your voice grows hoarse. He moans his pleasure into the crook of your neck when he comes shortly after, and he doesn’t think anything can feel more perfect than this: the sun shining on his back, a gentle breeze cooling the glistening sweat on his skin, and your body clenching around his cock while you moan his name like a prayer.
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KARASU // new experiences
Karasu is too busy to notice the notification of your incoming message on his D.D.D., but his computer terminal alerts him so that he never misses something you send him. He can play the recording through his computer, but he raises his eyebrows at your warning to listen to the audio file in private. He slips on his headset and continues debugging some new code after he hits Play.
His fingers hover frozen over the keys when he hears the first soft sigh in his ears. By the time he’s listened to the entire thing—barely two minutes later—he’s breathing heavily and his fingers are digging into his thighs. His cock is hard against his zipper and he’s leaking in his underwear.
He plays the recording again and turns up the volume so he can hear you over the sound of his heavy, ragged breathing. Your moans and cries fill his body with hot, raw desire; the wet, rhythmic sounds of the toy you're fucking yourself with make him feel desperate.
He knows he can satisfy you better than that toy can. He can fuck you as hard as you want, as much as you want. Is that really what you want from him? He’s all you need. He tosses the headset aside and pushes away from his desk so he can prove it to you. 
He shrugs on his coat to hide his erection and strides out of his office towards the elevator. He sends his assistant a message that he’s going to be off-site for a private matter and he shouldn’t be disturbed. As soon as he’s outside the building he works in, he unfurls his wings and takes off in a running jump.
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You put on a bathrobe and start tidying up the bedroom after your morning activities. You haven’t heard from Karasu yet, but you hope he liked your little surprise. It’s the first time you’ve sent him something like that, but hopefully it gives him something to look forward to when he gets home.
You’re pulling the sheets off the bed to wash them when you hear a thud on the roof. You glance at the ceiling and shrug when silence follows. It's less than a minute later when you jump as the front door opens and slams closed. You hear loud, heavy footfalls of someone striding down the hall.
You recognize Karasu when he suddenly appears in the doorway, but the demon standing in front of you is different from the one you said goodbye to earlier that morning.
The air thrums with the power of his aura, and you realize you’ve never seen his true form before, not entirely. His wingspan is too wide for the doorway and he looks large in the cramped space. His suit is gone, and he’s wearing a sleeveless black muscle shirt and leather pants. He’s breathing so heavily that you think he might be hurt, but his eyes are blazing with something more intense than pain. You glance down and notice the outline of his cock straining against his pants.
It suddenly dawns on you why he’s here looking this way, and you feel bashful and flattered and a little confused that he left work in the middle of the day to see you. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s a quiet rattling noise emanating from his chest.
“I take it you got my message?” you ask awkwardly. He’s still staring at you with those glowing red eyes, and the rattling noise in his chest is louder now. “Did you…did you like it?”
He crosses the room faster than you can blink and he reaches for you. When he pulls you into his arms, he crushes his lips against yours with a deep groan. You wrap your arms around his neck and press even closer to him.
His hands fumble with your robe until he loosens the belt and slides it off you. His hands roam eagerly across your bare skin, and he walks you back towards the bed. He kisses you with a desperation you’ve never seen before, and you break the kiss with a huff of amusement. “The sheets are in the laundry,” you tell him with a glance towards the bare mattress.
“Don’t need ‘em,” he mutters in a rough voice, and suddenly his hands are on your hips and spinning you around. He pushes you forward and you balance your hands against the mattress.
His fingers are cool against your skin, and you shudder when he pushes your back into a deeper arch. He teases your entrance and moans when he feels how wet you still are and how easily his fingers slip inside you. He pumps his fingers a few times before he removes them just as quickly, and you gasp as the sudden emptiness. There’s a clink of metal sliding against metal behind you, and you groan when his cock slides between your ass cheeks and brushes against your hole.
“Tell me what you want,” he snarls against your ear when he leans over you and presses his chest against your back.
“You, I want you—“ your voice breaks into a cry when he sheathes himself to the hilt in one deep stroke.
His pace is fast and punishing, and the harsh sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill the room. He’s panting loudly against your shoulder and his grunts are punctuated by curses and the odd, animalistic noises he makes when words seem to fail him.
Karasu usually prefers to be face-to-face when he’s inside you, and he’s usually soft and almost hesitant when he explores your body. He never fucks you like this, but you’ve never felt so utterly consumed by someone before and you love it. 
You can see glimpses of his fluttering wings from the corner of your eyes. One of his hands is curled around your hip, and the other is laced on top of yours on the mattress. Your breath hitches when you realize sharp talons have replaced his long, nimble fingers. He’s careful not to hurt you, but with every sharp snap of his hips, his talons dig long scratches into the plush mattress covering. You should be terrified that those same talons are wrapped around your hip to keep you still beneath him, but it only arouses you more.
Everything he’s doing to you sends you spiraling towards oblivion. You're so close to coming already; his cock grinds inside you so perfectly and his relentless pace makes you dizzy with pleasure. His rhythm is starting to falter, and you realize he won’t last long either. “Wanna come with you,” you whimper, and you feel his head nodding against yours.
“Fucking hell,” he groans. His thrusts seem almost desperate, and you can tell he’s trying to delay his own pleasure until you find yours first. “Touch yourself,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I can’t—please—!”
It only takes a few strokes between your legs before you fall apart with his name spilling from his lips in a loud, shuddering cry. He gasps when your body tightens around his cock and he comes too. The noise that rips from his throat is like nothing you’ve ever heard before. He moans as he pumps his cock inside you until he’s completely spent, and there’s so much—you can feel his cum trickle down your thigh.
His cock softens and slips out of you, and his demon form fades away. He guides you down onto the mattress with him so you can both catch your breath. He holds you against his chest and peppers the top of your head with kisses. “Dear one?”
You glance at his face when you hear his hesitant tone. “Are you okay?”
He sniffs and your heart clenches when you notice how embarrassed he looks. “I should be asking you that. I was overcome, I don’t—I’ve never been like this before.” He looks away nervously. “With anyone.”
You cup his cheek softly and turn his face so he looks at you again. “It was unexpected, but I liked it.” 
He wraps his arms around you and sighs. “I’m sorry if I startled you, but I’m glad you found it enjoyable.” He clears his throat. “And I would be agreeable to doing this again in the future, if you want.”
You laugh. “What, me sending you dirty messages at work, or you coming home from work so you can fuck me like this?”
Karasu’s nervous smile curls into a teasing smirk. “Both.”
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shoccolatine · 9 months ago
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what your favourite obey me character says about you (dateables+ edition)
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╰┈➤ ❝ DIAVOLO. ❞
you like responsible/mature people
you like making people laugh
you're an optimist
you don't take things too seriously
you have a big heart
you like the classic gentleman type (opens the door for you, pulls out your chair, etc.)
you want a "golden retriever boyfriend"
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╰┈➤ ❝ BARBATOS. ❞
you like side characters
you enjoy meta/fourth wall breaks
you want to be doted on
you're a quiet person
you prefer one-on-one conversations
you like tea
you like cooking/baking, or eating
you have a monster kink, and/or have a thing for yanderes
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╰┈➤ ❝ SIMEON. ❞
you're not great with technology, or, alternatively, you're tech-savvy and like helping people
you like making people smile
you like/want café dates
you fluster easily, or you like to fluster people
you're patient
you don't follow trends / are immune to peer pressure
you have a corruption kink
"aren't you tired of being nice? don't you just want to go ape shit"
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╰┈➤ ❝ SOLOMON. ❞
you don't mind cooking/baking
you like mysterious people, or you're mysterious yourself
you're an introvert
you enjoy learning/academics
you're kind/forgiving
you're mischievous/playful
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╰┈➤ ❝ LUKE. ❞
you're great with kids, and/or are a kid at heart
you like baking/cooking
you have a sweet tooth
you're kind and caring
you're a bit stubborn
you're optimistic/cheerful
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╰┈➤ ❝ RAPHAEL. ❞
you like serious people
you want to be that one person your mean/cold crush is secretly nice to
you have a great attention to detail
you're a quiet person
you have a thing for biblically accurate angels
you're blunt and it might come off as rude
you have sensory issues
you're autistic
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╰┈➤ ❝ MEPHISTOPHELES. ❞
you're dramatic, or you like dramatic people
you're a theatre kid
you're creative
you like writing
you like fancy dates, and/or are high-maintenance
you're competitive
you like groups/crowds and being in the spotlight
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╰┈➤ ❝ THIRTEEN. ❞
you want to be stepped on
you're dramatic, or like dramatic people
you're an extrovert, or an introvert that tends to get 'adopted' by extroverts
you're competitive
you have a sweet tooth
you like to make people laugh
you're blunt and it might come off as rude
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postmoe · 4 months ago
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Obey Me! Student Council Pet Reader
im just feeling some obey me yanno. non-con, sharing, dub-con, female reader for the end part, pet darling, demons being pervy, cum eating, idolisation, humiliation
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imagine though that you're the pet of the student council. You had to go through all these trials and such for a seat at the table, or more so, beneath the table and tending to the members.
Ha! You really thought a mere human could be on par with literal demons? You're funny.
Most meetings start with everyone filing in as you're done servicing someone, usually Diavolo or Lucifer. On the bright side, it is very rare anyone misses them anymore!
Barbatos helps prepare tea for everyone, and you're dressed in maid rendition of the school uniform to serve everyone as they talk.
"How about you, (Y/n)? Any ideas for the upcoming festival?" Diavolo will still include you in decisions and such, he thinks your ideas are cute and likes to watch you stammer.
Good luck getting a full sentence out without someone cutting in with something snarky or cooing. "Uhm... Maybe we could have a fairy floss machine that creates different moulds- aaHh~"
Mammon snickers, the control in his hand turned up as the vibrator inside you goes hard. Various games and good behaviour can get them to be in charge of you, to 'play' with you during meetings.
On one of the boards is a star chart and when a member gets fifteen stars for good behaviour or doing something that helps RAD, they get to have you all meeting.
Oh and don't think you can't participate during the meetings because punishments aren't fun. You can try and skip meetings but they can find you easily, especially when there's magic involved. Hiding in a corner won't work either. You better engage with everyone.
One form of punishment had you tied tightly and kneeling on the council table, gagged and blindfolded and exposed for everyone to probe and ogle. By the end you were a crying, wet mess.
Then there are the public punishments, being walked around the school on a leash, only allowed to bark or meow when someone talks to you. Do tricks and obey, don't you dare bite back or they'll make you piss like a male dog in front of everyone again.
You're treated much nicer when you follow their rules. Don't be so uptight, though, a little bratty behaviour is fun! Just... Judge their reactions carefully because if someone isn't in the mood then...
You go between HoL and the Demon Lord's Castle, shared amongst everyone. How caring they are to share you.
It's not just the council though, their friends get some taste as well. Solomon, Simeon, Raphael...
...
Mephistopheles swallows thickly as he stands outside the barely open door to the student council room. His cock is throbbing as all he can hear is the schlicking sound of your pussy getting fucked. The question of 'by who?' is soon answered when his most revered idol speaks.
"You're doing so well, my pet. Just a little more," Lord Diavolo groans, and only Mephisto's mind can fill in the gaps as he dares not disturb him, even though he was personally asked to come here.
A few more sounds, yours and Lord Diavolo's long, drawn out moans, and then only panting remains when he realises that his cock is starting to hurt from all this auditory stimulation. Surely, he cannot go in in this state? He must relieve himself quickly before-
"Mephistopheles, you may enter!" Lord Diavolo calls from inside, his cheery voice making the demon visibly cringe at the state he was currently in.
The sight before him, oh dear lord. Barbatos is standing to the side of his master whose cock was still currently inside your hole. Your fucked out, skin tinged with a flush and sweat dripping down your forehead. Lord Diavolo has just finished tying your hands behind your back before he holds his hand out towards Barbatos.
Barbatos gives him a sex plug, to which he uses to plug his cum inside you once he removes himself. With a large smile, he beckons Mephisto forward, "Your most recent article was magnificent! It really captured the work we are trying to do here at RAD, we even got some wonderful reviews from the Reaper and Vampire society."
Mephisto barely looks at you, though his eyes dart to the trickle of white down your thighs, "Th-Thank you, Lord Diavolo. It's an honour to hear you say that."
His king laughs merrily, and then, he holds you out towards the reporter, "A gift, Mephistopheles. You may use (Y/n) for the rest of the afternoon. Lucifer will come to collect her by sundown."
This was... He was allowing HIM of all demons to play with his precious pet?! And not just that, but, you were still full of his majesty's ejaculate! "I- I mean-," he was wordless, is this all a dream?
As he robotically takes your tired form into his arms, Barbatos speaks, "Of course, please do be gentle with our human. You may do as you like as long as you don't harm her or mark her in any way. Of course, a few finger prints won't be an issue. Please make sure they are shallow enough so they disappear within the night. It is a great privilege my master has bestowed upon you."
Mephisto bows with you in his arms, holding you like the delicate prize you are, "Absolutely! Thank you so much, Lord Diavolo! I will treat her with the utmost care."
"That's more like it," he encourages his enthusiasm, "Now go and have fun!"
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Mephisto is shaking by the time he reaches the Newspaper Club's room. It's just he and you, now, your arms tied neatly like a gift. He sits you gently on the coffee table and takes a seat on the lounge in front of you.
You have found your voice now as you regard him, "Mephisto. Why did you accept this, I thought you hated me?"
He scoffs, his fingers intertwined as he rests his hands at his mouth, "Your existence is inconvenient but... Fuck. Look at you. Covered in Lord Diavolo's scent."
"Ah, I see," you breathe out, shifting in your spot, "Mephisto, I'm cold."
He hums, the only acknowledgement that he's heard you is when he stands to adjust the temperature in the room. The AC blares as it evens out, and though it's nice to feel the warmth, you're still startled by the heat of his large hands on your thighs. He spreads you open and kneels before you, poking at the bedazzled plug in your pussy. Carefully, he pulls the toy out and watches in amazement as you start to leak from the sheer amount of love his lord had bestowed upon you. Mephisto brings the plug to his nose and inhales, groaning at the strong scent it held.
He lifts your arse up a bit to prevent it all from escaping, though you already feel uncomfortable by the slimy essence dribbling out of your cunt. "This feels gross, can't you clean me up already?"
The glare he gives you is comparable to disgust, "Don't speak like that about Lord Diavolo's gift to you. You are the luckiest being in existence and you still dare to complain." He hoists your legs over his shoulders, bringing you forward so that his hot breath is over your pussy, "Though, I suppose I can tidy you up a bit."
His mouth is over your sensitive cunt in no time, open mouth kisses and tongue digging into your hole to scoop out his lord's cum. Tasting Lord Diavolo's cum. Eating his demon lord's cum out of his pet's hole-!
It's enough to make his wet his pants with his own orgasm, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he ruts his face against your hips and his pelvis into the edge of the table. You're writhing, his advance far more enjoyable than you'd care to admit. It takes a lot of effort for him to pull away, panting, "No, I must save some." He stands and unzips his pants, licking his now wet face and freeing his gooey, straining cock, "I want to feel what it's like to fuck you while he's still inside you, to mix our cum. Oh, do I dare? Am I worthy enough?"
Staring at you spread open for him, a gift from Lord Diavolo himself and still full of him, the resounding silence answers back, 'Yes.'
..
By the end of your time with Mephisto, he has you wiped down and in an oversized RAD coat from the lost and found. He regards Lucifer with a tight smile, handing you over to the Pride demon, "Aha, you'll see I took very good care of Lord Diavolo's pet. Not a mark in sight. She may even want to come back."
Lucifer carries you close to his chest, your slow breathing indicating how tired you are. You close your eyes and lean against him, his fingers moving stray hairs from your face, "I'll be the judge of that once Diavolo and I go over her during our bath together. After all, we will be staying at his castle tonight."
The jab was a direct hit to Mephisto, who spouted curses at the vice president as he proudly walked away. You nuzzled into the warmth his provided, sighing, "He was actually really nice to me... Sorta."
Lucifer smiles, a light chuckle rumbling through his chest, "Is that so? I'll just have to make up the difference then, won't I?"
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elaemae · 10 months ago
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The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.
Twst x Obey me!AFAB!reader
(Reader is Ob's MC)
CW:
•NO APPEARANCE SPECIFIED FOR READER.
•Poly.
•Cursing.
•Reader is referred to as "you" or they/them and even "he/him" because NRC boys refer to any living humanoid in the school as a male by default.
•Crowley.
•It's my first time writing a fanfiction, pls tell me if I should continue writing this.
(Random pic go brr—)
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What will happen when a perpetually hungry-for-cuddles and tired-of-this-shit hooman gets kidnapped by a motherfucking horse and decides (kinda? Yeah nope. This wasn't by choice.) to enroll in a school full of problematic kids and their irresponsible af headmage?
Chaos. Pure and utter chaos with a lot of high-end simping in the mix (Along with the slightly unhinged urge to commit arson and burn a bitch to crisp)
So read as [y/n] tries to run away from the school-life while trying to just get back to their goddamn harem family (God saw this thought and decided that giving y/n more harem members is the appropriate course of action), all while juggling the harsh responsibilities of being a guardian, babysitter, therapist, healer, protector, local crush and celebrity for poor Yuu and the entirety of NRC.
("Pls send help" — y/n)
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Disclaimer: You may have been kidnapped to a whole 'nother world and you may be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but you're sure as hell gonna look hot and serve cunt while you go through all your problems.
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Prologue: 1
IMPORTANT: Mc will be referred to as they/them in this story, but in these beginning chapters a lot of people will refer to mc as a dude because y'know; NRC is an ALL BOYS school and nrc students came to expect that those in the school are all boys.(this'll change dw)
In order to avoid confusion, every time that the MC is addressed by others as he/him or more; I will color it blue. why blue? I find it easier to read.
Sample; 'He turned to them.'
The "He" in this passage is referring to MC because the character referring to them thinks that they're a guy.
REMINDER: This is Fanfiction! Not everything will be the same as canon because of this thing called the 'butterfly effect'.
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The Dorm Leaders + lilia were just about to call this Opening Ceremony over.
So close to getting out of this hall and finally being able to go on their merry ways to escort the new students back to their respective dorms before the hectic-ness of preparing for hours starts to catch up to them.
Though, things are never quite that easy in NRC.
A commotion with the students quite far from them leaves the majority of them annoyed/disgruntled. (Kalim is just confused and curious)
The headmaster rushes to check what was wrong only for a student to point out that there is an unopened coffin floating in a shadowy part of the hall.
Armed with the desire to get this shit over with and to avoid embarrassment from missing a coffin when he was going around opening them and also, with Yuu waiting near the mirror, the headmaster opens the coffin to wake the new student inside.
The dorm leaders walked closer to be able to quickly usher the new student to the dark mirror only to notice that the headmaster froze up.
"...Headmaster? Are you alright?" Azul "Boutta-do-sumthin-devious" Ashengrotto asked with faux concern.
"Ah– Ah yes! I'm alright Mr. Ashengrotto."
Crowley the bitch cleared his throat and reached inside the coffin to wake the student up.
"Hmm..."
The dorm leaders subconsciously or not, peaked inside the coffin before getting gobsmacked by the sleeping student.
Sure, the student looked quite cute ("New potential apple locked in" — Vil.) even with half of his face obstructed but what really drew their attention were the jewelries that he was wearing.
Three luxurious looking earrings on each of his ears, all unique from each other, all with a respective color and design except for that one earring with two gemstones connected to it, orange and indigo. Seven gems, six earrings
An ornament on his forehead that looks to be a combination of a circlet and a Ferronnière made from gold, with intricate black bat-like wings surrounding the red gemstone in the middle.
And that's just the jewelry on his head.
There's also the sleek black choker with a golden sheen on his neck with a teal gemstone surrounded by small diamonds hanging in the middle.
They don't know if this guy has anymore but the jewels they can see for now is more than enough for them to make the deduction that this student has some alot of money on his hands.
No wonder the Headmaster froze up.
Azul subconsciously starts fixing up his appearance when he starts to wake up, wanting to make a good impression on a potential, rich victim client.
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"Mmh... What the hell.. Why is the bed so hard.."
You mumbled as you stirred, feeling someone lightly shaking you awake.
You opened your eyes, expecting maybe the brothers, solomon, dia, barbs, simeon or luke but you were instead met with a face obscured by a dark bird mask.
"..."
"..."
"You have two seconds to unhand me before you lose your hands." or your life. Depends on who I can summon first.
You made your voice as cold and unwelcoming as possible as the man with the bird mask squawked and backed away a bit in shock.
"H– How rude..! I'll have you know that I was only–"
"Where am I?"
You cut off the weird looking bird-man as you scanned your surroundings and moved to come out of the coffin why were you in a coffin? you were in, in fear of it closing and locking you inside.
You glance warily to the bird-man while keeping an eye on the huge number of robed individuals that you can see. are you in a cult? Damnit, did one of the Brothers' crazy cults decide to kidnap you out of jealousy again??
Especially the seven (reminder that lilia is there with the Housewardens) closest to you and bird-dude.
Some solomon-kinnie motherfucker is currently eyeing you down like he's about to sell your kidneys to the black market or something.. Hmm... Your fight or flight instincts are telling you to sell HIS kidneys instead.
*Ehem*
Burd-dude cleared his throat and addresses you.
"It seems that the teleportation magic has left you disoriented... No matter, I can forgive your offense of trying to threaten me for I am gracious!"
He then looked weirdly like a combination of preening peacock and a proud chicken.
"I repeat. Where in the unholy trinity of the three realms, am I?"
Now that raised a few eyebrows.
You feel for the necklace under your clothes that Thirteen gave you, filing the question of why you're also wearing the same robe as these people away, in your head.
While the guy that you now dub-thee as "bird-bitch" started gawking at you and going on a tangent of being disrespectful, you scan the big hall/room you're in looking for ways to escape.
• • • •
Hmm... This new student seems to be a knowledgeable individual.
Lilia kept his gaze on the student, studying how he took on a defensive stance the moment he got out of the coffin.
They need to calm this student quickly before something happens.
The student seems to be confused on why he's here and is looking for a way to get out.
If the way his eyes moved around the room in quick succession is any indicator.
Not the first time that something like this happens but add in the magicless student's appearance, he gets the feeling that something strange will occur once again.
Seeing him take out and grasp the palm-sized gemstone of a whole 'nother necklace hidden under his robe how many trinkets does this boy have??, Lilia got ready to jump in the fray should something happen.
There's a possibility that the student can use that necklace as a weapon if that was what he chose to hold in this situation and not his other shiny ornaments.
Lilia was proven right when the necklace and the gemstone glowed and formed into a fancy-looking staff that the student quickly pointed towards Crowley.
He looked at the dorm leaders around him to see if any of them will do something.
...
yeah no. If anything, they look like they're watching an amusing show. Especially Schoenheit and Kingscholar..
Though it seems more like Riddle is still assessing the situation before he brings out his infamous collar.
Haahh.. Youngsters these days..
Chapter list | → PROLOGUE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO
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Elae: Sorry if my grammar is off, English isn't my first language.
Btw, Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed it😊
Srry if my format is also off, I've only been using tumblr for a few days now...
MOST IMPORTANTLY; Should I continue reading this fanfic? I wanna know if people still read Obey mexTwst stories here...
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rae-writes · 27 days ago
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if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫
(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)
suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc
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Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him
Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it
Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop
Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him
Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).
Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.
Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.
Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.
Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.
Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.
Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?
Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.
Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.
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zephyrchama · 3 months ago
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MC gifting the Obey Me! cast the same button-up shirts and asking them to wear it when they go out to dinner.
Mammon is the first to show up. He doesn't like to be away from you for extended periods of time keep you waiting, and he wants to get some use out of that fancy new shirt you gave him.
Leviathan is the next to arrive, wanting to cement himself in a seat before more people show up. He doesn't notice at first, but Mammon certainly does. Mammon is not very happy.
The two start bickering over free breadsticks as the twins walk in. Beelzebub is too distracted by the scent of appetizers to really care, but the situation gets a chuckle out of Belphegor. "You both look stupid," he tells Mammon and Leviathan.
They quip back, "Like you're one to talk!" and "You're wearin' the same thing, moron!"
"Shh, shh. It's funny. Be quiet, I think someone else is coming." At your behest, the table settles down.
Solomon's usual smug self is knocked down a peg when he sees everybody in the same attire. "I don't think this is mere coincidence," he surmises while taking a seat. "Did you give these to everyone?"
You nod, and finally Solomon smiles. "This will be good."
Within seconds of arrival, Satan is able to quickly connect the dots. He's not happy to be matching with Lucifer, but knows the look on the eldest's face will be worth it when he walks in and falls for the prank. Satan readies his phone camera to capture the occasion.
Simeon gets a good laugh when he shows up. Him and Luke are used to matching from time to time, but dressing up like the brothers reminds him of their days in the Celestial Realm. "I like your shirts," he jokes to an audience of eye rolls.
Luke presents you with a thank-you gift, a shirt he specially picked out for you. He understands though that everyone needs to match for this dinner, and eagerly awaits everyone else's reactions. Being included on these kinds of pranks is so much fun.
Asmodeus is temporarily stunned that you've managed to get everyone in matching outfits. They only humor him with such a treat once every handful of centuries. This is genius. After putting his things down he immediately gets to work adjusting buttons, smoothing collars, and demanding selfies. In the scramble to get the first of many group photos, Satan's phone is knocked out of his hand just as Lucifer walks in.
He's not alone though. The surprise was already foiled when Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer decided to come together. "I knew you were up to something," he sighs. Yet, he wore the shirt anyway. The three look like they've walked out of a commercial.
"What a wonderful surprise! This makes my new shirt even more special." Diavolo is clearly thrilled and more than happy to take selfies with Asmodeus while Barbatos asks the waiter for a round of drinks.
"That's cheating," Leviathan says. "You guys figured it out ahead of time."
"Unfair," Belphegor agreed. Satan just seethed quietly while waiting for his entree. He really thought Lucifer would be caught off guard this time.
"Good to know I pull it off best though." Mammon was confident in his looks and winked at his reflection in a spoon. Asmodeus scoffed, adding "in your dreams, maybe."
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xxhexwolfxx · 7 months ago
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Can I request dating headcanons for Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael with gn s/o?
𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓗𝓒𝓢
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A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I’m sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy <3
DISCLAIMER: None of these are really connected.
WARNINGS: None
CHARACTERS: Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, and Raphael
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Solomon:
He loves to do little things to tease you. Poking you, making you blush, etc. He'll obliviously stop if you tell him to.
If you get sick, then he'll immediately make a potion or something to help you get better. He doesn't want you to feel bad.
He loves teaching you about magic. It's really the only time where it's the two of you, so he makes the most of it.
Sometimes when you guys are alone, he'll show you his pact marks. He likes to tell you about the stories behind each of them.
Simeon
He loves to sit outside and watch the sky with you. Especially if it's in the human world. He loves watching the sun making your skin glow.
He loves hugging you. His hugs are always so warm and comforting. If you have a bad day, his hugs always make it better.
You're his muse in his writing. You can be sitting there and immediately he wants to write a book about the both of you on an adventure.
He likes to wrap his wings around you when you two cuddle. It's warm and keeps you close.
Diavolo
He tries to sneak out often to see you. It's often enough that Barbatos puts spells on the windows to make sure he won't sneak out.
Loves to learn more about humans so he can understand you better. It helps him understand how to keep you safe.
Sometimes Lucifer or Barbatos has to remind him to be gentle with you. He just gets so excited that he hugs you a little bit too tight.
He loves to notice how small you are compared to him. Especially in his demon form. It only makes him want to keep you closer to him.
Barbatos
He loves to let loose a bit around you. He does things he only does when he feels safe around you.
He uses his powers to keep you safe. He'll tell you how to avoid the danger to keep you safe.
If he's in his demon form, he likes using his tail to keep you close to him. It makes him smile when you play with his tail.
When he has days off, he likes going out with you. A walk or even going out to dinner, he enjoys spending time with you.
Mephistopheles
Loves to (lovingly) banter with you. He loves teasing you about you being a human.
First time he realized he loved you; he panicked and only told you when he was forced to.
He introduces you to his horses. He teaches you how to care for them and how they enjoy being pet.
Sometimes you randomly find him staring at you. He always has a soft, loving look on his face as he does.
Raphael
If anyone even jokes about harming you, he’ll pull out the spears. He never wants you hurt.
Although he barely shows emotions, he's surprisingly easy to talk to about everything.
Sometimes he says something hilarious with a straight face to make you laugh. He loves to hear you laugh.
He allows you to touch his wings when they're out. He teaches you how to care for them, so he can spend time with you.
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saekindasus · 11 months ago
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Obey Me Headcannons :
MC is caught skipping class
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Obey Me! Masterlist , Brothers' Version
Prompt : ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ᴍᴄ ᴏᴜᴛ.
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ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴇ…ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴄ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡꜱɪʟʟ? ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ꜱᴛʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴅ-ᴡᴀᴠᴇ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛ��ʟᴋᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ʏᴇᴛ?- ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇɢɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜰᴇᴛᴇʀɪᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ ᴄʜɪꜰꜰᴏɴ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ 3ʀᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜱᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴘɪᴋᴀᴄʜᴜ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜᴅɪʙʟʏ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ (ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ, ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ꜱQᴜᴇᴀʟ ᴏꜰᴄ 👿((ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ))). ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴘʀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ.
“ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ-” (ʙʀᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ 😭)
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ɢᴜꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀɪʀ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴘᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴜᴍ ᴏꜰ 3 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ 3 ᴅᴀʏꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜꜱ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ᴇxʜᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ…ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪꜰᴛᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ xᴀɴᴀx ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ. ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴛꜱ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.
“ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍɪɴᴇ. *ʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʟɪɴᴋɪɴɢ*”
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ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪꜱᴛʟɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴀʜ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴄ. ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ? ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴛᴡᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴀꜱᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇ�� 2 ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ. ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ɢʀɪɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴍᴄ, ꜱᴏʟᴏᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ-ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ, ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ (ᴡᴏᴡᴡᴡ), ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ!
“ ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ, ʀᴇᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ʜᴍ? ʏᴇꜱ ʏᴇꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ‘ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ’. 😊”
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ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ. ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ. ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪꜰʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴛᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏᴡᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ’ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴ ɪᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴅ.ᴅ.ᴅ (ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ 💀) ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇxᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴋ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴀ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴊᴏʙ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴛꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅ.ᴅ.ᴅ ʙᴇᴇᴘꜱ. ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴘʟᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀ 45 ᴅᴇɢʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
“ᴍᴄ ʀ ᴜ ᴏʜꜰʀʙᴠᴇᴜꜱᴜʀꜰʏᴠᴡɪᴏᴇʀʙ38947290.;;;[“ - ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ, ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟ
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ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ. ɢɢ, ᴘᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴄ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ- ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʟᴜᴋᴇ’ꜱ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ 😔. ʟᴜᴋᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɢɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛ-ᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇɢᴀɪɴ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴇʏᴇ-ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇx���ꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʙꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴋᴇ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ’ꜱ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄʀᴇᴛᴇ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
“ᴏʜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴄ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀ- ᴍᴄ? ᴍᴄ?!?!” (ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛ.)
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ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʟᴇꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇ. ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ. ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱɴɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴜʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ “ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ?.” ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇQᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ 30 ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.
“…*ᴄʟᴇᴀʀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ* ᴍɢʜᴍ…ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴡɪɴɢ. ✍️”
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ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ, ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɪᴍᴇᴏɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ. ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, ʜᴇᴀʀꜱ ʙᴀʀʙᴀᴛᴏꜱ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ “ʀᴜɴ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.” ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ꜱᴜꜱᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀɪꜱᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ. ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ. ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴄ. ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ?. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ?. ʟɪᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴀʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴀᴘʜɪɴ.
“…ᴏʜ?. 😐 *ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇQᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ.* (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱɴɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜɪᴄ, ᴀʙᴏʀᴛ ᴀʙᴏʀᴛ)
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ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ’ꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴍɪᴄꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ, ꜱᴛʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ-ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇ “ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ!” ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ (?-) ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴘʜɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʟᴇꜱ, ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴅᴏᴍ ʟᴀᴡ, ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴅɪᴀᴠᴏʟᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇ-ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴀʟ ᴀꜱᴍᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴛʜɪᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴏᴜꜱᴇʟ.
“ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴜꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴛʜɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴄᴏ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ…ʏᴇꜱ. ʏᴇꜱ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. 🫥”
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Obey Me! Masterlist , Brothers' Version
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