#and thinking about that obey me series that i spent HOURS on

[cloudcountry]

i feel like this has happened to literally every content creator but when you make a silly post it gets like 5k notes and people will reblog it almost a year later but when you've made something you're actually proud of it's stuck at like. 137 notes or something.

[lou-struck]

Cancellation Comfort Part 3

Obey Me! Datables (minus Luke x MC!)

Featuring: Simeon, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos

Part 1 HERE

Part 2 HERE

One of the things I hate the most in this world is when the same person repeatedly makes plans with me and then flakes on me the day of. One of my primary Love Languages is Quality time, so it really stings to get all ready and excited to go somewhere only to get a call an hour later than they said they were gonna pick me up to bail on the plans. 

This is how the Obey Me Boys would treat you after you were flaked on. 

Simeon

One of Simeon's favorite things in the Devildom is the wide variety of groceries he can find in the aisles of the various supermarkets. 

Having the evening to himself, the Angel would like nothing more than to spend the evening trying something new and delicious for dinner and getting to work on the latest novel in his series.

At first, he thought he would be content in his loneliness until he ran into you, and his heart skips a beat. Your bright smile beckons him to you, and he can't help but ask what you are up to. 

If you were free, he would gladly abandon his original plans to spend time with you.

You show him your basket and eagerly explain that you are getting some snacks for a movie night with a new friend of yours. Apparently, they have a report on human world cinema soon and wanted to pick your brain, so instead of just telling them about certain movies, you spent the afternoon selecting some of your favorites. 

Although he would want nothing more than to occupy your time for the evening, he is delighted to see you looking so excited.

Your DDD starts to ring and Simeon kindly takes your basket of groceries so you can finish through your many pockets trying to find the device. When you finally do raise the device to your ear, Simeon picks up on the static conversation. 

Your 'friend' on the other line coughs weakly through the speaker and says they are not feeling well and they just don't have the time to watch any movies with you. But they would really appreciate it if you could text them the details of the movie so they don't have to do the report. 

Ouch!

Simeon's gut tells him that this demon had been planning on flaking on you since the beginning, and his heart tells him that you are absolutely crushed by this revelation. You wish your classmate well and say kindly that you hope they feel better soon, but he can tell you are absolutely crushed. 

You look down at the basket of snacks, still sitting prettily in Simeon's hand, and reach for it, saying that you will just put them back since you won't be needing them, but the Angel moves it just beyond your reach. 

His smile is all kindness and love as he meets your gaze. "You know, Mc, I haven't had many opportunities to watch movies from the human world. Would you consider watching one with me?"

"You wouldn't mind?" you say; hope shines brilliantly in your gaze as you look at your guardian angel whose smile only grows. 

"Not at all; spending time with you is a blessing. I would be a fool to throw away something so precious. 

Solomon

When Solomon heard that you, his adorable apprentice, were going on a weekend camping trip with some classmates, he was up all hours of the night thinking of things you may need for the trip.

After carefully going over a few (dozen) maps of the area, he learned that there is quite a bothersome population of devil mosquitos that would love to bite something as precious as you, and he immediately got to work brewing you up several bug repellant potions and crafting an enchanted lantern designed to kill any pesky bloodsuckers that get close to you. 

Unfortunately for him, the sorcerer tends to lose track of time in his workshop. And by the time his tired eyes glance at the clock, he realizes that you are to leave the House of Lamination in less than a half an hour. 

He tears through his laboratory like a madman, shoving all of your gifts into his bag before running out the door. The cold morning air and his adrenaline waking him better than any cold brew he's ever chugged.

His hair is a mess, and his cape is inside out, but he made it. 

The flames of his triumph are quickly smothered when he comes across you sitting on the cold, stone steps of the House. Your camping bag at your side as you frown into your DDD. 

"MC, I'm glad I got to see you; I made you a few things for your trip to keep the mosquitoes off of you." He holds out the potions and lantern, and you regard them with interest. 

"Thank you for going out of your way, Sol, but I won't be going on the trip," you say, disappointment written all over your face. 

He looks to you for a bit more context, and you explain that your classmates decided that they didn't want a human slowing them down on the hikes and stuff like that, so you were uninvited at the last moment. 

Solomon clenches his fist tightly as he tries to understand how some demons are able to function without their brains. "I'm sorry you have been treated so poorly, MC, but if anything, they would only slow you down. Perhaps you and I could go camping together sometime instead."

"That would be nice," you humm, resting your head on his shoulder; his arm wraps around you as he raises his other hand to the sky. Green tendrils of magic dance around his fingertips. But you are too preoccupied with his embrace to notice. 

It's for the best,' he thinks to himself. After all, he knows you would not approve if you learned about the itching curse the sorcerer had just cast on your classmates' sleeping bags. 

Barbatos

The royal garden party is only weeks away, and Barbato's shopping finds himself searching antique shops for the perfect centerpiece for the dessert table. 

He steps out of another shop empty-handed, but his sour mood is quickly rectified when he sees someone walking across the street with two large shopping bags in their hands.

Although he has a job to do, he can't just walk away without at least saying hello to his dear human. 

As he approaches, he catches your eye and you give him a big smile. "Barbatos, it's good to run into you, I haven't gotten to see you at all lately."

"My apologies; I truly have not been giving you as much attention as you deserve. Once the garden party is over I promise I shall make it up to you every way I know how." He says, lowering his voice. With you so close, he sees the contents of your shopping bags full of baking ingredients.

Noticing his observant nature, you explain that you and your friend are going to bake treats together today.

As if fate wanted to toy with you in that very moment, you receive a message and whatever joy you were feeling was extinguished.

"Is something the matter?" He asks gently. In response, you showed him the text message you had just received.

They canceled on you. 

And not for any particular reason; the demon you were supposed to spend your valuable time with tells you rather bluntly that baking doesn't sound like fun, and they would rather do something that doesn't sound like a chore.

Barbatos is rightfully appalled at this rude behavior and scoffs at their narrowmindedness. You look down at your bags and frown, "I guess I'll need to return these.

His hands shake with his poorly concealed rage as he gently takes the bags from your hands. "Nonsense, it would be a shame for you to ruin your afternoon due to the actions of someone unworthy of your attention. Perhaps we can bake together?"

You eagerly accept his offer, but shyness and concern lace your voice as you ask him if he really has time to stop what he is doing.

He just smiles and tells you that there is nothing in this moment that requires more attention than you. In the back of his mind, however, he wonders if the demon who cancels on you needs a reminder that there are things way worse than baking. Perhaps they will miraculously get assigned cleaning duty in the RAD sewers for the next event.

Diavolo

He heard through Lucifer that you were really excited to go with friends to a new exhibit at the devildom historical society, and The Prince was absolutely over the moon.

This is exactly what he envisioned when he thought up the exchange program. Humans and demons get along and learn about the past together to create a stronger future.

In his excitement, he worked through his mountain of paperwork so he could slip away and observe the interaction from afar using the best disguise at his disposal.

Just as he was about to climb down the rose trellis, Diavolo receives a message from Lucifer that has his fake mustache falling to the ground in shock. 

Your new friends had just canceled on you, and the Avatar of Pride suspects that it may not have been on the kindest terms.

Rightfully, Diavolo is furious on your behalf. Although he is unfamiliar with the concept of getting canceled on personally he understands that it is a slight.

The idea of you, his beloved human, being treated so horribly causes his blood to boil, and he feels his horns emerging from his head.

His first instinct was to have the insulting demons imprisoned for their behavior, but Barbatos politely reminded him that he cannot simply arrest everyone who commits a social slight, so his mind went to the next, much better option.

He must comfort you,

No one can stop him as he poofs off to the HOL to find you sprawled across your bed, listening to sad music in the dark. His heart breaks at the sight of you looking so down, and he gets to his knees, ready to apologize on behalf of the devildom for your mistreatment. 

Once you get over the fact he just magically appeared in your room, you assure him that you are fine and you wouldn't hold the cancellation against anyone, but you may not want to see those demons for a while. 

Relief hits the royal like a ton of bricks, but he still wants to cheer you up. Especially since you and him have uninterrupted time to spend together. Even since you came into his life, the Prince has been researching as much as he can about humans, and he knows exactly what to do when they are feeling sad.

"Oh my, Mc, I seem to have developed a craving for something sweet. Would you care to join me for ice cream?" He is a terrible liar, but seeing him try to cheer you up makes your heart feel full as you lightly laugh and join him for an impromptu ice cream date.

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[mitsua]

Watching a scary movie with them

If you're easily scared

Warnings: mentions of blood and monsters

Genre: fluff & comfort Series: Obey me! SWD?

MC 's . . . GN! Words' count: 0.666k

Will sigh all the time you're setting up your date idea because why would you want to make himself (yourself) suffer watching those devil-mocking films?

However, if you're pretty sure of watching it he'll have an arm around your shoulders all the time.

Would ask if you'd like to leave it at that whenever you scream or start shivering.

Will try his best to disuade you from this terrible idea. Because you won't only be suffering but you'll make him suffer too!

When you give him the alternative to leave you alone to watch it, he'll switch to protective partner and act all mighty and strong for you, though you know better than that.

You'll spend the next hour and a half hugging tightly and screaming so loud the other brothers would want to disconnect the TV for you.

I think he doesn't get scared that much with movies since he's played a lot of videogames genres, including horror and/or gore, so the only thing he might be whimpering for might be the extreme closeness you share when you jump in fright and hug him tighter each time a jumpscare occurs.

Will propose if you want to play a chill videogame for you to be easier to get some sleep after that terrorific hour you spent at the living room.

Overall a pretty good brother to watch them with 10/10

Horror might come with mistery most times so accepted your date idea right away.

Might be between disgusted by the bloody scenes and so intrigued as to when will the killer or creature will appear he might forget he's watching it with you.

I bet he also tries his best to guess when will the next jumpscare will appear as he senses the atmosphere change and will get it right most of the times—that would be when he turns to tell you his guessing and find you're almost dying out of shock.

Because of this he'll redeem himself by spending the rest of the night reading to you to sleep.

There's two ways you'll get him to watch a horror movie.

You tell him everyone's been gossiping about it and you wanted to watch it with him, telling him you do not know what it is about.

You beg him for a long time and offer to get as many fashion dates he might want after it.

Be mindful of your ears 'cause those will be the ones that suffer the most of everyone in the living room through the scary scenes.

Will be his excuse to keep squeezing the life out of you even months after watching it.

It doesn't really matter whatever movie you want to watch with him, however I picture he'd prefer watching a chill one. But since you told him you'd get some trinkets to make the environment spookier and more delicious as the Halloween tradition dictated in your world who would he be to deny such offer?

The biggest reaction you'll get from him might be his eyes widening or stop eating for a few minutes—once he resumes his crunching you'll know he's recovered from the fear.

Has no problem with you bear-hugging his side for as long as you want because he feels he's doing the right thing if holding him close brings you comfort. Although he'd prefer not watching you get so scared...

The worst to watch a horror movie with.

Asides from his incessant mocking all way from you picking out the movie with a frown on your face, to setting up the dark environment while trembling—he might be such an ass to start scaring you in the middle of the movie!

Be careful, get a spray with holy water or whatever to protect yourself from getting way more panicky than the average would be after watching it.

However, your dreams won't be affected by any of those horrifying monsters that appeared every now and then, why would that be?

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♡ Succubus♡ 

Prompt; Mc/reader armed with the teaching Solomon decided to mess around with magical creations and like Icarus flew too close to the sun before falling... in their case fell victim to horniness.

Fandom: Obey me shall me date

Characters: Lucifer, Diavolo, and Satan

Genre: Smut (M)

Contains: protected sex, unprotected sex, dom reader, sex toys, pegging, and maybe voyeurism??

Contains: dubcon, unprotected sex, dom reader, sex toys, voyeurism??, and corruption kink.

Credit goes to @asmology. They have wonderful blog and written pieces. I was so in love with their charmed series and just wanted to try my hand at writing it myself. Please don't hesitate and check out their blogs.

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Prologue; After you had successfully enrolled in the sorcerers' academy and become Solomon's one and only apprentice after a couple of months. He had encouraged you to explore magical items and such. Due to many lonely and hot nights, you settled on magical items. Using your knowledge you created a life-like magical dildo/vibrator/ pocket pussy of your love interest. Unknowingly to you {or maybe knowingly you did but wouldn't admit it}it was also charmed with your love interest feeling whatever you did to it. lucifers is a little different from the rest.

Lucifer

"hmm!" lucifer moaned into the kiss. He hadn't expected you to join him in his shower. Your hand swiftly went cradle his head as you deepened the kiss. Your tongue quickly enters his mouth, as your body molds into his.

The mirrors were heavily foggy and the steam from the scorching shower could have burnt you, but you persisted in kissing his neck after bruising his lips.

"aren't you eager today?" he questions while you smooch his Adam's apple. Your mouth worked overtime over his body and your hands groped whatever was within reach.

Lucifer could feel his face go hot as you completely ignore him in favor of more time with his body.

"sadly I don't have enough time today, darlin-" he gasped as you bit into him, breaking his skin. You had mangled to trap him onto the shower wall, with your body between his legs. His cock was already awake with all the fondling you had done previously.

" I'll be quick."

" What you can't handle a human's touch?"

Lucifer's face looked at you indignantly, offended by the mere mention of your words. Oh no, you will not be injuring his pride so easily.

"nngh!"

The skin-slapping covered Lucifer's pants and moans. His fingers have long since pruned from the water. You were on top of him riding him. Your hand gripping his neck prevents him from completely breathing. Your wet hair had been pushed back from your face as you wanted to see a completely devastated Lucifer, tired and spent and most importantly fucked out. He looked like you had fucked over and out. His eyes glazed over but his eyebrows borrowed trying to concentrate on his oncoming orgasm

"I thought you didn't have time today?" You mocked him, out of breath but with a smirk. Clearly proud of yourself.

" i-I have a few minutes!"

" You said that like an hour ago? Should I stop, you might be late? Think you can handle not cumming Luci?"

"f-fuck." He was so close!!

Lucifer looked at you desperately

Could he handle it?

"i-i can't!!"

Lucifer gasps awake, completely disheveled. His hair sticking to his head. He feels his legs weak and his cock completely spent. He feels his clothing on himself and he looks around his surroundings. His pajamas felt wet and obviously, he had cummed in his sleep.

He's in his room, he must have dreamt about it.

That's what he thought until he saw you climbing onto his lap in nothing but your underwear and loose shirt.

"good morning Luci ~ How about we clear your schedule today?" You say after tearing a condom wrapper with your teeth. " I need more than a few minutes."

Satan

"ooh~" he moaned quietly into his pillow. He had locked himself in his room as soon as he felt the fingers touch him.

His bare ass was up in the air as he felt fingers shove back into his hole. It was overwhelming the pressure entering him and exiting. The feeling of his cock wrapped up snuggly in whatever you had made.

whatever this was strong magic strong enough to completely overwhelm his senses. His kitty headband pushed his hair back

" m-mc!" he whines out into the open "To- too much~"

Your fingers had been replaced by a smooth object, cold to the touch but could reach the deepest part of him easily.

His fingers gripped his sheets as you kept hammering away into his hole. His sheets had seen better days. he had soiled them with his cum and tore them up with his bare hands when the pleasure got to be too much.

"a~aah!"

"keep going baby, I know you can do it."

" i-its hard~!"

'he-he of course it is, but soon its going to all spill out, "

" f- yess~!'' He panted, he was extremely relieved that his brothers were gone. The pleasure was blinding him and he could no longer keep quiet. His room can only muffle so much.

"f-fuck~!"

Dia

His body was hot, the sheet covers were just barely covering him. The squelching sound filled the room as Dia struggled to keep control of his legs.

why was he so sensitive today?

He made a great decision sleeping naked today, he had hoped you would be sleeping with him but you had student council work that kept him from you but you promised that "it would feel like I'm right there."

his confined cock felt the walls spasm against his size. Clearly struggling to keep him all the way in. The swell of his cock kept being squeezed and could feel your spasming walls. Dia furrowed his eyebrows and panted. It was so like you to torture him so after spending half a day trying to catch up with your sex lives with both your sex lives.

The pace was enjoyable but every so often you would stop just when he was supposed to cum and just squeeze him, not letting him cum. He supposed this was his punishment for accidentally denying both of your orgasms when you were getting hot and heavy in his office at RAD because some random demon had a meeting with him. So you took it upon yourself to edge him. He can't do anything with blue balls, can he?

"nngh!"

He panted, his chest heaving heavily.

"p-please, I'm sorry. i- I can't think straight anymore! forgive me" Dia begged and begged. " I promise!"

His cock weeping for mercy, mercy you decided to mindfully give him since he begs so cutely.

"fuck yes! Than-thank you!!"

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[blues824]

I'm like kinda new to your blog but I've read a few of your obey me scenarios and I really love them! Especially the scarlet witch! reader! ^^

I heard that requests were open so I was wondering if you could do an hc with the brothers + Diavolo and Barbatos with a Black Widow! Reader? She's one of my fav avengers so I thought of requesting this! <3

Hope you have a good day! :D

Went off the information in Wiki Fandom because there are a multitude of movies. Gender-neutral reader.

Lucifer

You both acted a lot alike: level-headed, almost emotionless, strong-willed, independent, exceedingly intelligent, and sarcastic every once in a while. He knew a lot about you considering he was one of the ones who examined your student profile, and that made you a bit unsettled because you knew next to nothing about him.

He knew of your heroic streak and your avenging nature, and he admired it. He used to be that way, especially for his family. As we all know, he was one of the angels who fought for his sister because he thought God judged her unfairly.

After spending a while in the Devildom, but more specifically within the House of Lamentation, the two of you grew closer. Lucifer genuinely liked having conversations with you, spending hours sipping on glasses of demonus just reveling in your company.

Eventually, those short drinking sessions ended up in you telling him about your time in the Red Room, being trained to be the best and most dangerous operative. He’s quite impressed with your skillset, but he is a big angry that you were put through that pain and suffering.

Speaking of being impressed by your abilities, he’s glad that you are able to defend yourself. Unfortunately, he is still worried about you, so he insists upon walking with you everywhere (also so none of his brothers steal you away from him).

Mammon

He was most definitely intimidated by you because you acted just like Lucifer did. However, he got to see your more sarcastic side, and now you target him a lot… especially when he’s been particularly stupid. He liked it when you targeted others, just not him.

Mammon got a glimpse of your heroic side whenever Lucifer went to string him up from the chandelier using the WiFi cable. You argued in his place, stating that like everyone else he couldn’t control his sin. Therefore, everyone should be punished if they indulged in their sin.

Honestly, you became his favorite person because you always defended him. You both spent a lot of time together because he grew attached. He tried to disguise it as ‘making sure you were safe’, but you were fairly certain that cuddling in his bed wasn’t exactly protecting you.

During one of these cuddling sessions, you told him how you went through the Red Room when you were younger just to be trained to be the best operative out there and how you were a danger to a lot of people. He was angry, but he just held you close, hands shaking in rage.

You decided to maintain your abilities by going to training, and Mammon sometimes took you because he didn’t want you getting abducted on the street. He saw you absolutely beat the shit out of your trainer, and he spat out his drink in surprise. How in the actual f- could you do that??

Leviathan

You reminded him of one of the main characters in the comic book series that was popular within the Devildom, and you intimidated him like that character did. However, it’s not like how Mammon feels. Levi just thinks you’re so freaking cool that he can’t help but feel scared.

You even acted like her, and that solidified his admiration for you and the character. You were brave, heroic, level-headed, everything he aspired to be. Whenever he looked at you, he had both stars and hearts in his eyes, and you had to admit that it was absolutely adorable.

Mans basically worshiped the ground you walked on. He would set his jacket down just so you wouldn’t have to get your shoes filthy. He is a simp. However, this does make you a bit unsettled because you are used to being attacked constantly rather than worshiped.

Levi loved hanging out with you in his room because you always had interesting stories about your life. However, this time was different because you decided that you’ve gotten to a point in your relationship where you could tell him about the Red Room. As you told him, he gripped his controller so hard that it snapped in half.

His tail whipped out and wrapped itself around your waist, pulling you closer as he held onto you. Sure, your skills and abilities because of the severe training you went through were cool, but it all came at what cost? Even he, as the general of Hell’s Navy, wouldn’t put soldiers through that.

Satan

You acted like him as well, especially with the sarcasm directed towards everyone else, and he doesn’t mind if it’s targeted at him as long as you’re the only one. He finds it amusing since no human besides you and Solomon has had the courage to have a witty battle against him.

He experienced your heroic side when a random demon compared him to Lucifer, and you defended him saying that the two are completely different from each other. He appreciated the sentiment, and the fact that his beloved was so willing to fight for his honor.

I think the two of you always have long conversations about anything that comes to mind. It allows the both of you to learn more about each other, which establishes a closer connection in addition to solidifying the relationship you both already have. 

It was during one of these conversations that you told him about the Red Room. He was shocked that you had to suffer that training, in addition to being beyond angry. You had to hold his hand in yours to bring him back to the present and prevent him from destroying the room.

Sure, your skillset was very impressive, but you had to go through genuine torture just to get those abilities. The Wrath within him is for once righteous and avenging, and he could feel it surging through his body. However, he would hold back for your sake.

Asmodeus

You were very interesting because you were also a bit flirtatious, but also very level-headed when need be. He loved your quick comebacks as they were hilarious to him. Especially if they were directed at either of his two oldest brothers.

He got to see your heroic side when Mammon stole something of Asmo’s to sell, and you used your spy skills to quietly enter the former’s room, steal back the item, and return it to Asmo. The older brother was angry, but backed off once you threatened him with telling Lucifer about what he had done.

The two of you enjoy talking to each other while doing skincare. Be it gossip, an article you read in the news, a post either of you saw on Devilgram, etc. he loved talking to you. You listened and you contributed actually good input and opinions.

One of these little sessions between the two of you led to you telling him about the Red Room, and he was angry that you had to go through that. He held you in his arms as you recounted the traumatic events that happened in your life.

Asmo considered gathering his brothers to go attack the Red Room, but decided against it as it would go against Diavolo’s wishes for a union between the three realms. After all, who would be there for you when you went through flashbacks if he was locked away due to going against His Highness?

Beelzebub

You reminded him of Lucifer, aside from your more flirtatious side. Many times, he spit out the food that he was eating out of pure shock whenever you said something sarcastic towards any of them because he thought that they were way more powerful than you.

As for your heroic side, he saw it when you defended him after he emptied the fridge. You told everyone that he couldn’t control his sin just as either of them couldn’t either, and therefore he shouldn’t be scolded due to the hypocrisy going on.

The two of you loved cuddling sessions once you got more comfortable around him, since they allowed just a bit more closeness between the two of you. You talked about pretty much anything there was to talk about, which led to one fateful day.

It was one of those days where you both were just laying in his bed, talking about what his life was like when he was a young angel playing with Belphie and Lilith, when he asked about your childhood. You let out a deep sigh before telling him about the Red Room and the training you went through in there.

Oh, he was madder than a bull is at a bullfighter. You felt his hold around your waist tighten, but he was careful enough not to hurt you. How could those evil people harm someone as great as you? He couldn’t begin to comprehend the anger that was bubbling up within him. Is this how Satan always felt?

Belphegor

He didn’t like you at first, until you brought out your sarcasm. That was probably when he fell in love: Lucifer was scolding one of his brothers for indulging in their sin when you told him off for indulging in his constantly without punishment as a consequence.

Mans was just about on his knee with a ring, and he hadn’t even known you that long. Ever since then, he was in love (which was a bit out of character for him, but you weren’t afraid to say what you said to Lucifer, the eldest and most powerful of the Avatars).

You both also loved cuddling sessions, but he was able to see your past through your dream. You were having a flashback in your nightmare, and he could sense you moving around and being restless. So, he used his power to see your dream, and what he saw made him angry.

You shouldn’t have had to go through that unwillingly just to become the best agent. Didn’t they know that you were human? Plus, the graduation process seemed absolutely heartbreaking. He was angry, but he knew you would need a good night’s rest, so he used his powers to put you into a more peaceful sleep.

Oh, but he didn’t forget. No, this just reinforced his original thoughts about humanity and their flaws. However, you were an exception. He thought you belonged with the angels; you certainly sacrificed enough to get to the Celestial Realm.

Diavolo

You were his opposite. He was friendly and compassionate (unless the situation called for a serious attitude), and you were always level-headed and cold (but also sarcastic). But, as we all are aware, opposites attract. You were his anchor, and he was your freedom.

He first witnessed your heroic side when you helped him with his paperwork. You read it over and it was a proposal that would benefit the Devildom financially, but it would make budget cuts on the education system. You pointed it out to Diavolo, and he was shocked that someone would worry about money rather than the children being affected. 

Diavolo loved spending time with you, not doing paperwork. He especially loved having tea time with you since it allows him to get to know you more. He already knew about your training from a place called the Red Room, so he thought about asking you about it. The shocked look on your face made him regret asking, but you insisted it was fine.

You told him about the exact training you went through and how it allowed you to be the agent that you are today. You even went as far as telling him about the… unique graduation process. He was devastated, he was angry, he couldn’t even figure out how he was feeling.

What he did know was that he was gonna get that place shut down if it’s the last thing he ever does in his very long life. It didn’t take too much either, considering he was very powerful even in the human world. A few threats and using his demon form to intimidate them was enough, since not even the recruits could come close to beating him.

Barbatos

You both acted pretty much the same, except he was a tad more cordial rather than sarcastic and witty. Although, lighthearted banter wasn’t uncommon between the two of you. It was how you expressed your love for him at the beginning.

As you got more comfortable within the Devildom, you got more comfortable with Barbatos. You were his ‘hero’ because you often helped him with his many chores. It wasn’t much, but it did take a bit of the load off of his shoulders.

Now, this was how you both typically spent time with each other. You would do chores within the same room so that the two of you can still talk to each other. You learned that Barbatos had been the servant of Diavolo since the latter was a child, and that was adorable to you.

When he asked about your past, you stopped wiping the counter. The butler apologized for overstepping any boundaries, but you said it was fine. So, you explained what you had gone through in the Red Room. Barbatos had to stop himself from breaking one of the plates he was drying because he was angry.

He was angry that his beloved Y/N had to suffer through that just so you could be used as a top-tier spy. He later told Diavolo about it, and the next day the facility was shut down for unknown reasons. You figured out that your lovely demon had something to do with it, but you didn’t mind since it meant that no one else had to suffer the way that you did.

[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟥: 𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖴𝗉, 𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗒

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chapter warnings: minor cursing

chapter pairings: lynn loud x black!fem!reader & platonic!loud house family x platonic!reader

word count: 5.3k+

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Two weeks later and your online conversations with Lynn became more frequent than you had hoped for. She would always wake you up with a good morning text and end it with a good night text. She was such a sweetheart.

Your sisters accidentally found out about Lynn and wouldn’t stop taunting you about the athlete. Sometimes, they successfully got your parents to join in the wholesome entertainment.

As for Lynn in her household, she was in the same predicament, being constantly occupied with her phone, blatantly refusing to interact with anyone else. Luna and Lori caught onto Lynn’s new behavior and informed their parents. Of course, this worried her family, but Lynn reassured them that it was just natural. Her family deemed it natural when they discovered that it was a harmless crush.

“Why don’t you invite her over tomorrow?” Rita recommended it to her daughter. “Show her around the town.”

“That’s a great idea, mom. thanks, I’ll go ask her right now.” She begins to run upstairs.

“Nuh-uh…you’ll text [name] after you eat dinner with the rest of your family.”

“But- mom,” Lynn grumbles, prepared to make up an excuse.

“No buts!” Her mom was quick to shut her attempts down.“Your dad spent hours busting away in that kitchen so don’t think that eating fast will get you out of this as well. You will spend time with your family and enjoy it.”

Begrudgingly, she obeyed her mom and rejoined her family at the dinner table.

During one of your nightly texts, Lynn decided to bring up the question. Now necessarily, Lynn wasn’t the most open when inviting people into her home, especially around her chaotic family. However, she knew that she couldn’t speak for you so she decided to drop the ball, just to see how it turns out.

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

hey [name]? i kinda have a quick question for you

new girl ☺️❤️

go ahead, lynn

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

do you wanna come over to my house tmrw? just to hang out, and i’ll show you around town

new girl ☺️❤️

ofc i would love too

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

great :)

see you tmrw then, beautiful 💗

new girl ☺️❤️

you too, lynn 💗

Lynn spent the entire night researching and creating a homemade brochure of the town’s best sights while making it creative to your liking. For future reference, she added the country club, knowing that tennis is regularly played there by mostly rich residents.

It was the little details that made her hard work so special.

“She’s gonna love it.” Lynn faintly hums, tiredness getting to her. Before she knew it, Lynn was knocked out cold across her bed, happily waiting for tomorrow to arrive.

After texting Lynn, you headed downstairs and were just in time for dinner to get started. “Hey dad, mom, you don’t mind if I go over to Lynn’s tomorrow? She’s offered to show me around town.”

“She seems kind enough to go out of her way, so why not?” Your mom confirmed with a soft smile.

“Thanks, mom.”

“Ohh…who’s Lynn?” Madison questions with a cocky smirk.

“It’s not such a big deal.” You groan.

“It is a big deal! If our baby sister’s in love already.” Cassandra teases, participating in Madison’s antics. “Now I’ve got to see this mystery girl for myself.”

“Oh, shut up!” You exclaim at your sisters, wanting the teasing to stop, but the burning desire in your stomach felt very overwhelming to contain at the moment. “Besides she’s just a friend, can’t I just text a friend?” You hastily said, wanting to just move past this conversation that required the update of your love life.

“Sure.” Madison murmurs to her dad. “Give it a couple of weeks.”

Annoyingly, your sisters had other plans, both choosing to ignore your distress and continue to taunt you more.

“Yeah, [name]’s right guys,” Cassandra nods her head in agreement and turns to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. Wait a minute…was she agreeing with you for once? This was an unbelievable moment. “That’s how the best relationships start…from the root of a healthy friendship.”

The shimmering smile on your face instantly deflates so guess that you spoke too soon. You shouldn’t be this surprised by now, your sisters were endlessly teasing you from the moment they recognized the lovesick aura that reflected off of you.

“Isn’t that the girl that you’ve been glued to your phone with almost every day?” Your dad joins in the conversation.

“Now I wouldn’t say that I was glued to my phone almost every day.” You rolled your eyes and folded your arms as you denied the accusations. If they were going to tease you, they should at least have their facts in order, otherwise it was just useless.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that you were addicted to your phone ever since you started to text this Lynn girl.” Madison comments, “Always so private and defensive whenever I bring up her name.”

Your mom winks at you. “Well, I can’t wait to meet her.”

“What?! Mom, seriously, you’re in on this too?” You felt betrayed at the revelation. “We just moved into town two weeks ago. There’s no way that I could already have a girlfriend.”

“And we’re loving how slow and steady you’re being especially after Ang–“ Your mom states, not realizing her colossal upcoming mistake.

“Don’t!” you inhale sharply, abruptly interrupting her as you hesitate for your next words, “Please don’t say her name.” Your voice tuned down into a shortened whisper.

The loud clattering of forks against the plates immediately halted as you felt peering eyes staring at you, eager for your reaction.

“Ok, y’know what. All of a sudden, I’m not so hungry.” You left the dinner table and stormed off to your bedroom. You heard your mom call after you, but you just ignored her, trying to blink away your incoming tears.

Why would your mom bring up her name? I mean, after all this time…when you’re finally moving on with your life. Hopefully, you could’ve slept on that rough patch and forgotten all about it by the next morning.

Your dad dropped you at the Louds’ house by 10 am sharp. You knocked on the front door several times and waited for someone to open the door. It took a few more seconds of rocking awkwardly on your feet until the door finally opened.

“Hey, [name].” Lynn greets you with a soft smile, letting you inside her house.

“Hey, Lynn.” You walked in, reciprocating a welcoming smile and she shut the door behind you.

“I just have to grab something and we’ll leave.”

“Ok, family time for the clean up day,” Lynn Sr. announces.

“Can’t we do this another day, dad?” Lynn starts to complain, “I have a guest and I don’t want to bore her with my chores, and besides we had a whole day planned together.”

Her father sarcastically frowns, “Sorry, sweetie, clean up day is clean up day.”

Lynn groans, annoyed at the drastic turn of events. This was not how she dreamed this day would happen. The brunette girl looks over at you with a vanished gleam in her eyes, “Sorry that our day was ruined, I had a lot of activities planned. I don’t suppose you wanna help me clean, do you?” she bit down on her lower lip, anticipating a reply from you. The brunette girl hoped that you didn’t take the day's cancellation to heart, and will ultimately brush it off.

You smiled, taking the athlete by surprise, and grabbed her hand intertwining it with yours. Lynn felt herself freeze up on the spot, her mind not comprehending the innocent action. Of course, Lynn didn’t refuse the hand-holding and embraced it for her comfort. Even if she had rejected your sweet gesture, she couldn’t bear to witness your disappointed face and receive a somber attitude from you afterward.

She tightened the grasp as she raised your conjoined hands in the air, going along with your tactics.

“It’s fine, Lynn. You’ll just make it up to me later, right?”

She begins to stutter, crimson red darkening her cheeks as she starts to stutter out, “Yeah—yes, sure, whatever you wanna do.” Allowing you to drag her toward her family line.

Throughout the whole instructions from her dad, Lynn couldn’t seem to cling to the concept, her erratic heartbeat drowning out her dad’s speech.

The close proximity, the hand-holding, the lingering looks, and the touches were all too much. Too much for Lynn to handle alone and she desperately needed to know if you felt the same and wanted you to have some of the weight as well, but she couldn’t find it in herself to do so.

Her mind was completely blank of ideas on how to get you back, possibly because her mind was feeling hazy by her overwhelming thoughts.

Could you have felt how sweaty her palm was? Surely, you would have figured out how nervous you’re currently making her. Perhaps it was a game to you, to see who would snap first and reclaim your ego. It didn’t matter to Lynn though, she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

To make matters worse, you laid your face against her clothed shoulder and began gently tracing on her arm with your fingers in a rhythmic pattern. In response, Lynn rested her head against yours, her eyes trained on her dad despite wanting to see your reaction.

Then all of sudden, you leaned in her ear, your lips just barely hovering over her ear lobe, “Are you okay, Lynn? You seem zoned out.” The soft shudder that escaped her lips was hardly audible, thankfully that you couldn’t discover how frustrated you were making her.

All because of a voice. In particular, it was your sultry voice that made her legs tremble like jello. She hated how vulnerable she was around you, always used to putting up an outgoing-aggressive personality. She loathed how all of her walls crumbled whenever you were around her because ever since she met you, she became a rambling mess.

That was all it took for Lynn’s mind to spiral out of control. You had rendered completely speechless and she didn’t like the odd feeling.

She was purely convinced that you knew exactly what you were doing…with those innocent glances and sweet touches that may seem friendly on the outside but she knew deep down inside that they were anything but friendly. Well…at least that she hoped.

But surprisingly, she had kept her cool and mentally regained her power over her speech. Lynn cleared her throat, leaning over slightly to whisper back to you as she sneakily spared you a glance. “Yeah, I’m fine, [name].”

“Ok, louds get to cleaning.” Lynn’s dad cheers, clapping his hands together, urging his children to start their respective chores.

Her eyebrows brunch up in confusion as she stammers out, “Wait, dad, what was my cho— oh forget it.“ Lynn cut herself off after seeing her father disappear upstairs alongside many of her siblings.

Due to her daydreaming and possible overthinking, Lynn didn’t hear anything that was being spoken so she was confused about what her chore was.

The brunette girl turned to look at you, assuming that you had paid attention. Luckily for her, you were actually listening…and partially giving Lynn lingering looks past her shoulders, but nonetheless, you knew what chore was given to you.

“We’re on kitchen duty alongside Lincoln.” You informed her with a weak smile watching the relief overtake her features.

When you both started the kitchen, you divided the tasks evenly and gave them specific tasks. Lincoln went off to clean the dinner table as you and Lynn stayed behind in the kitchen.

In the midst of cleaning the kitchen with Lynn, she had momentarily disappeared on you, so regardless you continued your chore. Her absence wasn’t going to affect your cleaning, she announced that she was coming right back anyway.

While clearing and drying the wet dishes from the sink, you heard shuffling behind you.

“Great job, girls.” Lynn’s dad encourages the both of you as he briefly walks past the kitchen. “The kitchen’s looking better already.” You kindly smiled in appreciation at his approval.

“Hey, [name]. I need your opinion on something real quick.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“This kinda requires you to look at me.”

It was when you finally turned around to speak that you detected the difference in Lynn’s outfit, she was now wearing a black blazer over her jersey and held a duster in her right hand.

To be honest, she looked absolutely gorgeous in that black blazer.

“How do I look? Is it too much?” She asks, smoothing out the blazer. You remained silent, unable to force any words out, still taking in the new addition to her appearance. “You good, there, cutie? You just seem a little bit star-struck.” Her smirk was too big to miss. She was so cocky yet, you somehow loved it.

You hesitated, gripping the drying cloth. “Ok, first of all, the blazer totally suits you but you shouldn’t be wearing a blazer when cleaning, it’s going to get dirty.” You advised your friend.

“It’s not going to get dirty if I’m not cleaning,” Lynn stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Lynn, are you serious? Ditching work to do some dumb shit.”

Lincoln pops up, beside his older sister. “I don’t know, [name], kinda seems like a good idea.”

“See, Lincoln gets it.” She points to her brother with the duster.

“That’s because he’s your brother and he wants to ditch work too.” You scoff at Lincoln’s smart cunning act.

Lincoln nods and smiles, “Great minds think alike, [name].” The white-haired boy leaves the kitchen.

“Okay, I’m not really loving this attitude from you, sweetie.” She rolls her eyes at you.

“Well, forgive me,” You harshly threw the cloth over your shoulders and started stalking towards her. Lynn’s posture started to shrink with every step you took towards her and eventually, your bodies were pressed together. You were practically touching noses and you could have seen Lynn’s confidence wavering away within the second. It sparked something in you, wanting to see her confidence falter like that. Might you be surprised that you found it quite endearing to your advantage, to be the only person to achieve what you can do to Lynn Loud Jr. “If I’m just looking out for you, sweetie.” The last word was filled with pure annoyance.

You turned around, ready to walk away to continue your last of the dishes, and with your back turned, it gave Lynn the chance to quickly ponder on how to get you flustered. She was swift with her movements when her hands are wrapped around your waist, spinning you back around to her. Releasing a surprised gasp, completely shocked by the hand placement and now she had the upper hand in this situation and she was relishing her victory with the smirk forming on her lips.

“Careful, [name], and I just might think that you’re falling for me.”

You sneer, feeling yourself flush like a complete idiot, “In your dreams, loud.”

She slowly chuckles, her grip tightening on your waist, eyes deliberately rising to connect to your dilated (e/c) ones. “Then why haven’t you pulled away from me, yet, then, gorgeous?”

You were stunned at her question. That was a good question: why haven’t you resisted her advances when you apparently disagreed with her? Generally speaking, you were too much in a trance to pull away from Lynn, but you weren’t admitting to that out loud.

Her sister, Luna walks in, noticing the position that you’re both in, “Woah!! Get a room, lovebirds.” Then she leaves right from her entrance.

Those words snapped you back into reality as you pushed Lynn off of you, staggering on your feet momentarily before regaining your balance. You smoothed out your clothes as Lynn just stared at you with a hidden glint in her eyes and that hazy smile on her lips. Even though you were irritated at her, Lynn still managed to find you amusing.

“Come on, let’s go do your news reporter thingy.” You stood up straight and cleared out your throat. You left the kitchen and Lynn immediately followed after you, leaving no final thoughts behind.

By the time you reached upstairs, you heard Mr. Loud’s voice from Luna and Luan’s room. You walked in the middle of the conversation, staying hidden by the door alongside Lynn.

“Keep you guys on task and take care of— good gravy, where’s Lily?” He shouted in distress, pointing down to the blank space which was meant to be Lily’s presence.

Just then, Lynn appears from the doorway, using the cleaning duster as a makeshift microphone. “Oh…dad, already lost Lily and already told mom that he’d watch her…excited to see how this one unfolds.” She finishes, earning confused looks from her dad and sister.

“And this is…” He trails off.

“I decided if I don’t make it as a professional athlete, I need a backup plan, so I’m practicing to be a sports announcer.” She explains to them.

“You’re off to a good start, Lynn.” You joked.

The doorbell from downstairs rang, alerting us that someone was there.

“It’s probably child services.” He mutters to himself. “Ok, you three girls find Lily and I’ll cover.” He instructs before leaving the room.

“Who are you again?” Luna questions, pointing to you with a skeptical look on her face.

“I’m [name].” You reintroduced yourself, “We met when your family introduced yourselves as my new neighbors.”

“Ohh…” It finally dawns on her as she clicks her tongue, “I remember you. You’re that girl that Lynn won’t non-stop gushing about every day. I swear that she seems so smit—“

“Ok, I thought that we were going to keep that between us.” Lynn drags you away, cutting Luna’s statement off.

“Hold up, baseball girl.” You stop her in the middle of the hallway, “What was that all about?”

At first, she avoided your questioning gaze, deciding to keep her pride together. It was the deafening silence that gave you all the answers which you needed.

“You talk about me? To your family.” You questioned with a sympathetic smile.

“Yes, I do.” She sheepishly replies, “I hope you don’t find that weird.

“It’s not weird if I did that same thing as well.”

“We’ll call it even.” Lynn finalizes, putting her hand out.

“Deal.” You accepted with the handshake, completing it with a firm grip. You and Lynn made your way downstairs and you began to ask, “So you just pop up from out of nowhere?”

“Yeah, [name], that’s kinda the point! Also, you’re free to do sportscasts with me if you’d like as well. It’s typically a two-person job.” Lynn offers, “I think that I have a matching blazer if you’re up for it.”

“That’s quite alright, Lynn.”

“Oh well, suit yourself. We could have been an awesome duo.”

Going according to Lynn’s plan, you had walked into another misunderstanding just in time.

“Hey, dad, you might want to clean the fancy glasses yourself. I think some of them are busted.” Lincoln strolled in with a beach ball in his hand, wearing beachwear.

Suddenly, Lynn appears from the corridor, “Oh…something’s busted alright and his name is Lincoln Loud.” Long story short, Mr. Loud found Lincoln’s punishment viable for doing yard work all by himself.

Deeply interested in searching for his youngest daughter, Lynn’s dad is in distress by moving clothes that aren’t where they were supposed to be.

Lynn zoomed in on her imaginary headshot. “With his back against the wall, dad throws a desperation hail mary…and lies to mom.”

He throws a pile of dirty clothes into the twins’ room before speaking, “Not in the mood Lynn.”

Lynn bashfully shrugs and vanishes back into her room to find you sitting on her bed. You looked around in amazement at her side of the room, “Can tell that you’re sports-obsessed, loud.”

“What can I say?” She shrugs with a giddy smirk, “I’m very easily captivated.”

Your phone goes off, interrupting the so-called moment. “Hey, get this, but our moms met and conjured up a plan so now I’m sleeping over at your house for tonight.”

When she remained silent, your curiosity grew wild. “Did you have some part in this little arrangement?” You squint your eyes at Lynn.

“What— no!” Lynn actively denied your accusations, “What gave you that stupid idea?”

“Yes she did, she basically begged mom to do it.” Luna passed the room.

“Thanks again, Luna,” She yells at her.

“Well luckily for you, I enjoy sleepovers.” You walked closer to her watching the blush on her cheeks form intensely. You had her wrapped around your finger, and you loved it to the very core. Without hesitation, you leaned in and kissed her cheek passionately, leaving a faint print of lip gloss there once you pulled away. “I will call one of my sisters to pack me a bag.”

A loud whistle echoing around the house stops your conversation.

“That’s a family meeting, it’s a requirement for us to be there.” Lynn managed out, still mesmerized by the cheek kiss that you passionately gave her as she humored your confused expression.

Turning to your heel as you exited the bedroom, heading downstairs. Meanwhile, Lynn’s still in her room, grinning happily as her fingers trace over the area that you recently kissed and the crimson red fades away from her face.

“The reason I called this family is because Lily is missing.” He rambles, walking back and forth. “I mean she’s not missing… It’s just that I can’t find her. If there’s one thing that I’m proud of, it’s the fact that I can keep track of all my kids.” He finally looked at his remaining children. “Where are all my kids?”

In chronological order, there were Lisa, Leni, Lynn, [Name], Luna, Lana, and Luan.

Flashing her head in the tv’s direction, “If you’re just joining us, dad promised mom that he wouldn’t lose Lily and now…he’s lost…” She looks to you for an answer and you hold up four fingers to confirm as she briefly nods to you in thanks. “Four of his eleven children.”

Mr. Loud scoffs and sits back down. “I know where Lily is.” Lisa started with a bit of uncertainty in her tone.

He jumps out of his seat and lets out an enthusiastic yell, “Great!”

“She’s in another dimension…” She hesitates, her tone fills with disappointment.

His happy energy instantly deflates as he lets out a sorrowful, “Great..”

“I accidentally zap-mastered her, right now, the best course of action would be to have somebody hold this tracking device.” Lisa pulls out a small circular device and continues to explain, “Then zap them in the same dimension, of course, there's a possibility that person would be sent to an entirely different dimension or possibly a bottomless black hole.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You intervened, peeking your head out from Lynn’s tall figure.

“You must be new here!” The blonde girl, whom you assumed was Leni, said, “This happens almost every day…or is it every week?”

“You’ll get used to it,” Luna whispers to you from behind.

“Okay, okay,” Mr. Loud tries to process the new information in his head.

He suddenly then turns to his children with hopefulness in his tone, “Who would like to do that?” Amongst hearing that, there were many beats of silence, all of his children collectively disagreeing.

“Why don’t we put one of the tracking devices on one of Lana’s pets?” Luna suggests and Luan makes a hum of encouragement.

“Sounds great, pops.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Lana clarifies. “The only one brave enough would be Hops but we're not on speaking terms since I put him on a low-carb diet.”

Lynn Sr. rises from his seat, “Sometimes a man’s gotta do what, what a man’s gotta do.” At first, it sounded inspirational, almost making it believable until it wasn’t. “Let’s get Hops a piece of bread and see if we can talk him into it.” Everyone unanimously agreed as they all headed to the kitchen, leaving a bewildered Lana behind.

The whistle is loudly used again, commanding the remaining children into the living room.

“The reason I called another family meeting is to inform you all that I’m going to find Lily. I’m also going to find Lola, Lucy, and Lincoln. Where is Lana?”

Like magic, Lynn reports back to another imaginary camera. “This is a sports update with Lynn Loud that dad has now lost, not four, but five of his eleven children.”

She plants the makeshift microphone in front of your face, “How do you feel about the events that have transpired?” You squinted your eyes at her and shoved the duster right back in her face.

Her attention shifted back to her dad who’s started to spiral into overthinking. “Your mom is gonna kill me. I don’t think this could get any worse,” He came to terms with reality before shouting again; “Where is Luan?”

You all simultaneously looked at the empty presence of Luan, wondering where she could have gone. Somehow, you and Lynn ended up in the basement upon your discovery of finding the missing sisters, except for Lily.

“Well, at least I get a break from Lynn’s nonstop sportscasting.” Luan seemed relieved.

“Boo!” Lynn pops up, scaring her sisters in the process, “The crowd did not like that one.”

Luan chuckles, placing a reassuring pat on your shoulder, “Me and Coconuts are gonna go find that doorknob.” She stepped forward before a loud growling sound ceased her from doing so.

She backs up in a huddled form with her younger sisters except for Lucy, who just stands there. Instinctively, Lynn’s arm protectively wraps around your waist and pulls you in closer to her chest.

Later on, Leni, Lisa, and Luna made their way down to the basement, leaving all of you trapped there. So the next best thing was to yell for help and only prayed that we would be rescued. Apparently, Lynn Sr. came to the rescue but absentmindedly locked himself in the basement as well. Lola caught her dad up to speed with the whole metal monster, and it terrified him.

This was getting ridiculous and even by your standards. So you concluded that you would terminate this monster and escape this eerie basement.

“Ok, this is stupid,” You mutter, making your way to the machine before a hand pulls you back, halting your movements.

“Where are you going?” Lynn questions, tugging on your arm.

“I’m getting this over with and finding Lily.” You said rationally as she let go of your arm.

“Fine then I’m coming with you.” She concludes, walking forward as well.

“Lynn, I don’t need you coming with me.” You sigh.

“What if you get lost?” She steps closer to you.

Now you stepped closer to her. “It’s a small basement Lynn, I highly doubt that possibility.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being safe.” She proceeded until your noses were barely touching and your eyes were making intense eye contact. It was the reenactment in the kitchen all over again, except there was an audience and a very confused one at that.

“Would you two stop flirting and get a move on!” Luna states, receiving multiple noises of accordance from the others.

“Woah! Woah, let’s take it down a notch.“

“We’re not flirting!” You simultaneously argued with their allegations.

“Yeah, and it totally looked like you weren’t about to kiss as well.” Lola sarcastically comments, folding her arms.

Lynn’s eyes widened at that statement. “Kiss? Pmmmph…we definitely didn’t kiss.” Anyone with eyes could tell that she was freaking out by the second.

“Alright, that’s enough talking out of you.” You tugged on her arm, dragging her away from her crowd of a family.

“Oh, I’m definitely getting them together,” Luna mutters to herself.

Sticking side by side, you and Lynn sauntered closer to the so-called monster’s presence. Then, you finally saw it, their appearance expanding when they staggered close by. It looked like those cartoon robots on the kid’s channel, but you two only stepped closer to the unknown shadow, not even intimidated by it.

She emerges from the shadows, revealing it to be the cute blonde toddler. “Boo!” You smile sweetly as she walks towards you with a dopey grin and hands Lynn the missing doorknob.

“Up-up!” She cutely babbles, motioning to you with grabby hands that she wants to be held. Of course, you accepted the 5-year-old into your arms and ventured back to the others.

“Look at who we found!” You exclaimed, back in the presence of the large family. They all cheered in victory when they noticed the familiar toddler in your arms, all snuggled up into your neck and their chants rise when Lynn showed them the doorknob.

“Our family’s all together again.” Lynn Sr. rejoices and looks at Lily, “Lily, do you understand the magnitude of this moment?”

“Magnitude!” She praises, raising her arms in the air. Everyone laughs in amusement and Mr. Loud looks around, “Where is Lincoln?”

Eventually, Lynn Sr. fixed the doorknob and got everyone out of the dark basement. Walking past the clean kitchen, Lynn’s dad was impressed by the job well done.

“Glad someone actually did their chores.”

The family movie was finished and it was nearing nightfall, having your sleepover bag after Madison dropped it off earlier. After having a relaxed shower and changing into some rather comfortable pajamas, you and Lynn head downstairs for dinner.

You were seated in between Luna and Lynn while Leni and Luan were sitting directly in front of you.

“[Name], I hope you like lasagna or as I would like to call it my lynn-sagna.” Mr. Loud exaggerates with a smile.

“It’s one of my favorite dishes,”

“That’s great!”

The dinner was delicious, dare you even say, one of the best cooking that you’ve ever had.

Getting ready for bed by brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine, you were hogging up the bathroom for a good hour. Obviously, Lynn bunked you up with her and had also kicked Lucy out for the night.

The night was tranquil, enough to make the tension in Lynn’s bedroom awkward for the both of you. The brunette girl had allowed you to choose which side of the bed you would rather prefer, but your indecisive nature held you back.

Luckily, Lynn came up with a solution and offered to lay on the bed first. With your back against her chest, verified by her lingering desire to be closer to you. It was the right time for the opportunity but Lynn deeply hesitated. She needed to feel the innocent warmth that your body was willing to give to her.

“Good night, Lynn.” You softly yawn, feeling Lynn’s arms enfold around your waist as she pulls you closer into her. Who knew that Lynn was such a softie at heart?

She ponders on pushing the boundaries even further by digging her head into your neck for reassurance. You didn’t pull away from the position, finding it quite soothing to sleep in.

She shuffled, tickling you with her slight movements, and very faintly, she quickly leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Night, beautiful.”

© asvterias, 2023. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

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Another iconic Beyond moment.

The fact that they are talking about Bones without having to name him. They just know each other well enough. They know him.

The fact that Spock is like, fuck it I spent the last several hours (days???) with him. His presence isn't so bad. I can handle it a bit longer. I already thought we were going to die together once. I can do it again.

Kirk being like, here we go again. Another southern gentlemanly rant about how he's a doctor not something else. These two idiots better know how much I love them because I am so fucking tired.

Bones screaming inside and trying to be marginally calm on the surface. You know he is cussing Spock and Jim up one side and down the other. You know it. We almost got to see it.

238 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

omfggggggg

not the way Kirk says, "Spock, it seems only fair to warn you that I have absolutely no intention of obeying Admiral Diegaro's order to abandon an entire planet of innocent beings to horrible deaths. Since this makes me unequivocally guilty of insubordination, I'll understand if you need to relieve me of command and put me in the brig."

And Spock responding with an arched eyebrow, "And who will put me in the brig with you?"

Excerpted from More Beautiful Than Death by David Mack

256 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

#3

silly little headcanon time

since we get to see Spock basically quote Sherlock Holmes, it is now my belief that he's read the books.

Sherlock was Spock's first crush. He found his logic and demeanor interesting and flattering, appreciated the way he never had time for people that weren't willing to listen to him and/or some sort of asset to him. Appreciated that Sherlock plays violin, especially when he needs time to just sit and ponder some big mystery. Found his chemical dependency illogical but could over look it because he was amazing to read about. There wasn't anything Sherlock couldn't achieve with his logic and higher level of thinking. And then Spock grew a bit older and realized that wasn't a crush at all, it was more along the lines of representation. He related to Sherlock, he wasn't crushing on the man. With that knowledge he decided to spend his spare time rereading his mother's old books.

Only on his reread the only character he could seem to pay attention to was Dr. John Watson. The way he acted without thinking, how angry he would get with Sherlock for being so apathetic towards everyone and everything that wasn't the case he was actively involved with. The way Watson seemed to balance out the parts of Sherlock that were disliked by the vast majority of characters in the story. The head strong soldier who was willing to risk it all to help someone in need. He found his infatuation with John Watson fascinating. Eventually he finishes his reread of the old stories and gets caught up in growing up.

He recalls Sherlock Holmes from time to time, typically in passing, often when he looks at a fellow Starfleet officer and says, "Once you eliminate the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

And then he meets the hard headed, fiery, strong willed cadet who already - in his first two weeks in the academy - made a reputation for himself being quick to act, James Tiberius Kirk.

289 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#2

When the events of Star Trek 2009 take place Chekov is 17.

He is seventeen when he witnesses the death of almost six billion people.

Seventeen when he saves Sulu and Kirk from slamming to their deaths but minutes later loses Amanda as the surface of Vulcan gives way & he is unable to lock onto her signal. He's a child, the death of someone else's mother is on his hands.

Chekov watched as a few elders and Spock appeared in the transporter, saw the look of devastation on his face as Spock realized his mother was now gone. They returned to the bridge and watched as a planet died, knowing there was nothing to be done about it.

Chekov's calculations were correct and it must have been the worst feeling in the universe. He had to hope - even if it was just in the back of his head - that he was wrong. He had most likely never wished for anything more in his young life.

All of this... only to then be present when Kirk forced Spock into showing that he was emotionally compromised. Hearing Kirk goad Spock with, "It must not even compute for you. You never loved her!" only to see someone he most likely admires lose his mind. No one on the bridge, except his father, could have imagined Spock in such a state.

You can't convince me that Chekov didn't internalize that. He had to have been feeling poorly as it was - to run through the halls shouting, "I can do that I can do that!" and save two men only to lose someone a few moments later in a similar situation. I know I'm repeating myself here but I remember being 17 and internalizing all kinds of things.

The one break Chekov probably had was taken from him when Spock snapped. To see Spock react logically must have been a level of comfort, even if on some level Chekov knew it was probably a lie.

And then to be the one that came up with the plan to hide the entirety of the Enterprise??? To go through all of that and still be mentally present is a kind of strength that is unimaginable for me.

I like to think that after the events of that day McCoy is making his rounds, checking in on everyone. When he gets to Chekov the kid smiles and says, "Everything is fine with me, sir."

McCoy gives him a look before responding, "Ever eager, huh? You didn't even let me ask my question."

"What question is that?"

"How are you?"

Three simple words. And Chekov's illusion he built for himself shatters.

Seeing Vulcan destroyed was bad enough. But he hasn't been able to sleep without seeing Amanda disappear from the screen, seeing Spock hit Kirk over and over with displaced rage, hearing Spock's voice shake as he says, "Doctor, I am no longer fit for duty. I here by relinquish my command based on the fact that I have been emotionally compromised. Please note the time and date in the ship's log.", or waking up scared that Spock will blame him, because why wouldn't he?

303 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Can we just... Look at this.

The look Spock gives him 🙃 he knows in that moment he can't leave Jim, despite what logic might say is best for New Vulcan.

457 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

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⸻ one in the same. part six. ⸻

· pairing: otto hightower x bastardtargfem!reader · type: part of a series · summary: you & otto attend the tourney, and then the ball, & things are acknowledged. · word count: 7,130

When you wake the next morn, it’s to someone gently gripping your shoulder, speaking lowly into your ear.

You slowly blink your eyes open, still feeling tired and wishing for more rest, and then you see who is the culprit of your interrupted sleep.

You stare up at him with bleary eyes, feeling quite warm and content, and it’s only then that you finally notice your body is pressed against his own; your shift having ridden up to your thighs overnight.

“It is nearly dawn,” he whispers.

You clutch the pillow under you, closing your eyes again. “Then why are we awake, Otto?”

“Seven Hells,” you hear him curse quietly. “You agreed last night that you would be found in your own chambers come the morn. Come, it is time to rise. I will have my guard escort you.”

“I’m not putting my things back on yet again. I’m too tired to dress.”

He rolls his eyes upward dramatically. Always, always difficult. Insolent young woman.

“You cannot leave here in only your shift. Come now. I am not arguing.”

You feel the mattress dip, then rise, but you only spread your arm across his side of the bed, groaning. “Come back,” you mutter, and he pauses at the request.

He then shakes his head, coming round to your side.

Your side.

You now have a side.

He should’ve used a far firmer hand last night in forcing you to leave.

Otto reaches for your shoulder, turning you toward him, and then quickly drops his hand as you begin to stretch, back arching, soft breasts becoming visible through your thin shift.

When you settle, you merely stare up at him.

For the first time, he is thankful things no longer work for him as they once did many years ago.

“Y/N, it is time. You will obey me. Do you have any idea the consequences which would befall each of us if we were found together in such states of…undress?”

Your eyes roam along him, noticing that he is now only dressed in a long, thin night shirt and knickers. Him not wearing a tunic, cloak, and trousers, with his Hand pin placed upon his chest, is a jarring sight. It’s like he is a different man in this moment. Vulnerable. No armor—that is, dress clothes—to speak of. Even his hair is tangled, lying this way and that atop his head, his beard also unkempt.

You sit up then, shift falling lower, your shoulders bare. “Did you sleep well?”

He groans. “There is no time for discussion.” He reaches for your hand, pulling you off the mattress as he hands you your corset.

You glance at it for a moment before looking at him once again towering over you. “I told you I am not putting it back on.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, shutting his eyes, trying to tamper down his boiling temper. “Just this once can you not do as I ask?”

He stares down at you again.

You toss it onto the floor and he clenches his jaw.

Worse than a child, he thinks. Mayhaps this is retribution for all those years spent making you miserable. If he’s discovered like this, with you, he will pay with his head.

He then wonders what ridiculous songs would be written about the Hand and the loss of his head for being found abed with the king’s bastard daughter.

He leans down toward you. “And what, exactly, do you propose to wear through the halls if someone were to set eyes upon you at such early hours?”

You glance to his wardrobe.

The halls are, thankfully, empty as you make your way back to your rooms—Otto’s guard close at your side.

Otto’s robe drags across the floor behind you, the rest of it completely engulfing you. Beneath it, you clutch your clothes close to your chest, heart hammering, hoping—actually praying—not a soul happens across you before you reach your chambers.

“Did anyone see you?” Otto asks, slicing into a poached egg.

You take a bite of toast, then sip at your juice. “If they had, I would have mentioned it as soon as I came through the door.”

He clasps his hands atop the table. “It will never happen again. Is that understood?”

You glance to him with a raised brow. “We shall see.”

His gaze hardens at your flippant tone. “And I expect my robe to be returned promptly.”

You stab at a strawberry tart on his plate. “I would not hold my breath on that account.”

For the next fortnight, the Keep is abuzz with activity—preparations for the celebrations planned by His Grace taking place.

The castle is given a thorough cleaning by the servants, decorations are hung and placed about the corridors, and the cooks and kitchen staff have order after order of fine wines, cheeses, meats, salts, vegetables and fruits, and much more delivered day-by-day.

Meanwhile, you have a new gown made for the ball, and another to wear to the tourney, which will be held beforehand that afternoon.

In truth, you share Otto’s sentiments to such gatherings. They make you not just anxious, but also incredibly uncomfortable. You never feel like more of a pretender than when you are forced to put on a facade of being the king’s eldest daughter, and sister to the Princess—when people address you as ‘Lady’ and bow their heads at your mere presence.

You would rather lock yourself in your chambers and hide under the covers until it is all over. But you know what is expected of you. And so, you must play along. Even if you feel a part of you die inside each time you do.

When Otto enters his chambers—a stack of books in his arms, taken from the library—it is to the sight of you fast-asleep in his bed.

He sets the books down upon a table and studies you for a moment.

He is not entirely pleased with you at-present. After exiting the library, one of his maids had passed him in the hall and informed him that she had brought you lunch, but you had refused to wake for it. So, the dish had, instead, after an hour of sitting untouched, been returned to the kitchens.

You had been sullen lately—spending most of your time sitting in a chair on his balcony, staring silently off into the distance, or sleeping away the day in his bed. Not even his addressing you as ‘Young Lady’ more times than he could count had earned him a sarcastic reply of your name for him—’Old Man’.

And, when it came to dining together, you would only idly push food around your plate, until he was forced to encourage you to eat.

He seats himself on the edge of the bed, staring down at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with his finger. He sighs softly. Even this allowance he had made for you—allowing you back into his bed, even after stating firmly that it was to be a one-time occurrence.

But, when you had come to him one evening, upset, tears shimmering in your eyes—even if you refused to tell him what was the matter—asking if you could stay with him for just a little while, he had relented easily.

So, you’d silently padded into his chambers, clutching your cloak tightly around yourself.

It was when you dropped the item of clothing that your intentions in coming to him were made clear. You were only wearing your shift—ready for bed.

He’d watched as you crawled atop the mattress, burying yourself beneath blankets before falling asleep. He’d not said a word about it.

After that night, you began to sleep in his bed more often than even your own. Mostly during the daytime, that is. There had only been one other evening where you had shared a night together, lying next to one another.

You’d once again remained with him in his chambers reading, the hour quite late, when you’d eventually stood, nervously wringing your hands. “May I stay?”

He’d agreed with a nod, making you promise to dress come the next morning, unlike the first time you’d slept here.

You’d agreed.

And then he had lost yet another one of his robes come the following day.

He brushes the back of his fingers along your cheek. “Darling, it is nearly time for supper.”

Your face twitches, but you do not wake.

He sighs. “You did not eat lunch.”

You’re still quiet. Then, “I was not hungry.”

“Explain to me where this return to melancholic behavior is stemming from. I had thought we’d moved past—”

You open your eyes, staring out the open doors to the balcony. “I do not wish to go to the tourney,” you whisper.

He bends his leg at the knee, turning more toward you. “Nor do I. But such appearances are expected by those in our positions.”

“Do you not recall what…happened during the last one?”

His jaw feathers. So that was why. How did he not see it sooner: the clear explanation for your sudden change in state?

“Y/N…” He trails off, unsure what to even say.

You sit up, tucking hair behind your ears, taking one of his hands within both of yours. “I can’t…stop thinking about it. Everyone sitting in those stands, laughing and cheering and…” Tears sting your eyes. “All while she was…”

You begin to sob.

He then wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. “I will be there beside you.”

He pulls back, brushing tears from your cheeks, your eyes full of exhaustion. “We shall suffer together,” he states, lip twitching and filling with a small sense of relief when you smile slightly at his jest.

The morning of the tourney, you do not come to him to break your fast, which he allows just this once, presuming that you are otherwise occupied; being readied by your maids for that afternoon’s events.

He does, however, have a plate of fruit and strawberry tarts—a favorite of yours—delivered to your chambers, along with a small box, a note inside addressed to you.

You sit at your vanity, your room vacated of servants now that you have been made ready for spectating.

You stare down at the small box resting in your lap, finally opening it. You first remove the small bit of parchment inside—the Hightower heraldry stamped atop it, which you break—reading the hand-written note: Your ‘handsome stipend’.— Otto

You set the note aside, then gently pull out a long string of pearls, your eyes widening at the beautiful gift. You roll the small opalescent balls between your fingers, smiling slightly to yourself, a warmth blooming in your chest as tears sting your eyes at the generous gift.

You then glance to the plate of tarts and berries Otto had sent your way just that morn and pick up a mulberry, placing it upon your tongue, and slowly chewing.

There is a knock at your door, interrupting you from your nervous pacing.

You slowly open it, and are met with the sight of Otto, one arm pressed against the door-frame, the other hanging limply by his side.

He then takes in the vision that is you. Your long hair is curled, some of it gathered atop your head, small pearl pins placed throughout. You wear a soft gown that is the shade of seafoam, the long sleeves and skirt made of loose gossamer, the embroidered bodice hugging your feminine frame. Slippers placed upon your dainty feet. And then, hanging from your slender neck, is a long string of familiar-looking pearls, which you come to finger nervously as you watch him watching you.

“I look ridiculous,” you say, face heating, wishing to let your hair down.

He lowers his right arm behind his back, clutching his other, as he stands tall. “You look lovely.”

You blink up at him and he then looks behind you to your dining table—the plate of food he had sent to you practically untouched. He steps around you, picking up a tart and holding it toward you. “Eat this and then we may go.”

You step toward him, taking it from his hand. In truth, you had retched twice overnight just thinking about today. Food was the last thing you desired. But he knows that already. It’s why he’s asking you to eat at all—because he is aware, without even needing have been told, that you haven’t all morn.

You take a bite, then another, chewing slowly, both of you looking at the other as you finally finish it.

He then offers you his arm. “Shall we?”

You hesitate to take it, wondering why he is not instead accompanying the King, or even his daughter. Or anyone else but…you.

He then speaks again, his eyes alight. “I did promise that we would suffer through it together, did I not?”

Your lip twitches then as you come to securely wrap both of your arms around his own, holding tightly as you press your cheek against his cloak. You step alongside him as he leads you out into the hall, shutting the door to your room firmly behind him.

You look out the windows to the carriage at the passing scenery that is the streets of King’s Landing.

“You did not treat me so kindly at the last tourney,” you say quietly.

He rests his hands in his lap, clasping them together. “I know.”

You think back to it.

You’d come into the royal stands already a nervous wreck—but doing your utmost to hide it as you smiled politely and greeted those who greeted you. And then you’d gone to seat yourself next to Lady Alicent—the only empty seat remaining, on her left—until Otto had abruptly stood, grabbing the chair, and moving it far away from everyone else.

You had stood there, swallowing down the lump in your throat, feeling sick as he glared at you, returning to his own seat.

And so you had spent that afternoon seated alone, fighting back tears, praying for the jousting to be over sooner rather than later so you could fall apart in your chambers without witnesses.

Which you had most certainly done, but for entirely different reasons than initially planned.

“You humiliated me,” you say, refusing to look at him.

In truth, he had filled with guilt when he saw the look in your eyes after he had done it. That of utter sorrow. He had regretted it, but also refused to undo it, leaving you sitting there, staring down at your hands in your lap, not partaking in the festivities for even a moment as you drifted away in your mind.

“I deeply regret it. It was a cruel thing to have done.”

“You made a spectacle of me. The one person there who wanted anything but attention put on her. I did not even wish to be in attendance in the first place.”

He leans forward, taking both of your hands in his. “Forgive me, Y/N. I assure you, I will never do such an ugly thing ever again.”

He presses his lips to your fingers—the coarse hairs of his beard tickling your skin—before pulling back, looking at you.

You nod gently. “I forgive you.”

You squeeze Otto’s arm—press yourself closely to his side—as he leads you up and into the stands. You stare up at him—anywhere but at the gathering crowd across the way—while he keeps his eyes forward, his face unreadable.

It’s in this moment that you finally notice just how different of a man he truly is with you. His features softer, his form more relaxed, even his body is less tense when you are alone.

By keeping your gaze trained on him, you fail to notice the various pairs of eyes which take the both of you in. All filled with either shock or pleasant surprise.

Viserys halts mid-sentence while speaking to Lord Corlys, brows furrowing slightly at the two of you together in one another’s company. A sight which he has never seen before, but is pleased to today, nonetheless.

Rhaenyra turns back around from leaning over the railing, watching knights and horses being readied to tilt, smile faltering as she watches Otto retrieve a chair from the front of the stands, settling it next to his own, which you seat yourself in.

Alicent glances up to her from her own position, following Rhaenyra’s line-of-sight, turning to look behind her, and her heart drops when she sees her father seating himself next to you, smiling slightly as the two of you begin to speak quietly amongst yourselves. Your hands are wrapped around his arm, which rests between the two of you, your chairs are pushed so closely together.

“Do you ever bet on these ridiculous jousts?” You ask him, fingers gripping the soft material of his cloak.

He leans back, crossing his long legs—which are stretched out before him—at the ankle. “Never.”

“And have you ever participated in any? As you are a knight.”

Somehow, picturing him atop a horse with a lance in his hand and a helmet with a feather stuck in the top upon his head makes you want to burst out laughing. So, you instead bury the lower-half of your face against the crown of his shoulder, slightly giggling at the thought.

He looks to you with a raised brow. “Does such an image amuse you, young lady?”

You nod slightly, staring up at him.

His lip twitches. “Jousting, no. Sparring, however, a few times. Though, I preferred to do it for practice to keep my skills with a sword sharpened.” He fears they have, perhaps, dulled over time now.

You rest your chin atop his shoulder. “I should like to see that.”

He looks back ahead. “All you would see is an old man eating dirt. I am not as I once was. Not nearly as nimble; as quick.”

“I’ve never seen you use your sword.”

“If we are fortunate, I may die without ever needing to.”

He then glances to Alicent, knowing that if certain plans come to fruition, the events of today may have all been for naught. But, he fears the young Princess will not allow the traditions of primogeniture to prevent her from taking what he is sure she now thinks of as being rightfully hers: the Iron Throne.

House Targaryen’s words may very-well be witnessed in his lifetime then.

You pull him from his thoughts when you next speak. “I wanted to thank you for my gift,” you say softly, fingers sliding down your pearls.

He presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Merely repayment for all your hard work.”

You slide your hand further up his arm, finally glancing to the gathering crowd across the way. “Yes, I suppose being a most constant sense of frustration for you is rather taxing employment.”

He laughs then suddenly and rather loudly, a few heads turning in your direction, while he glances down to you, shaking his head with a smile, grinning. “Indeed.”

He then rests his hand over-top your own that’s gripping his sleeve.

Rhaenyra had already given her favor away rather early-on, but yet another knight rides up, calling her name.

You watch silently, cheek resting on Otto’s shoulder—eagerly awaiting the close of events—as Rhaenyra stands, walking forward.

She then turns around, looking at you with a smile. She waves her hand for you to come.

Your brows furrow as you release Otto’s arm for the first time all afternoon, standing.

She nods toward the small table beside you. “He wishes to receive your favor. Ser Hugh.”

You smile nervously in return, grabbing your laurel of white roses, glancing to Otto for just a moment as you do—the look in his eyes cold, his jaw hard, hands squeezed tightly into fists as he watches you.

Your brows knit together briefly, an unsettling feeling coming over you as you turn, coming to stand beside Rhaenyra.

A handsome man, a handful of years older than you, with dark hair and a tempting smile stares up at you from under polished armor, holding a lance in your direction. “I would be most pleased, My Lady, to boast your favor. I’m most assured that with it, and your blessings, I will best my opponent.”

You drop the small wreath of flowers, watching as it slides down toward him, coming to settle at the base of his lance. “You now have both, Ser,” you say with a shy smile.

He winks before lowering the visor of his helm, his horse trotting away before he positions it at the far-right end of the median, which separates him and the opposing knight.

Otto keeps his eyes trained on you, blood boiling at your gallant knight having been so forward. A recurring annoyance indeed. First a marriage proposal, and now openly seeking your favor before the eyes of many. He is sure this evening he will only grow bolder; so he resolves to as well.

He cannot have you.

None of them can.

On the carriage ride back to the Keep, you’d fought against a small smile which kept working its way back onto your lips the entire journey. Otto had remained silent, glaring out the window, wondering if perhaps it wasn’t singularly-sided then. Mayhaps you instead saw him as more of a fatherly figure, as opposed to…anything else.

Who was he, at his age, to be desiring someone of yours, anyway? He tells himself such inclinations did not develop until quite recently, but he knows that to be a falsehood. They’d begun long ago. It’s precisely why, for some time, each time your father received correspondences requesting your hand, Otto had used everything at his disposal—his words as deft and polished as possible—to council him to hold onto you for as long as manageable instead, assuring him that lowly knights and third-born sons were not proper matches for the eldest daughter of the King. That to just hand you off to such men would make him look weak.

And Viserys had taken such advice, thankfully.

He prays Ser Hugh does not make an audience with the King tonight, inquiring as to the outcome of his recent written request for your hand, for Viserys never even saw it before Otto had destroyed it, tossing it into his hearth a fortnight ago.

Finally, Otto looks at you, wondering how best to inquire about your thoughts toward this new mystery knight—for you are not yet familiar with him; nor will you ever be, if he has something to say about it, and he’s most sure he will.

“He is a bastard.”

You look at him, brows furrowing. “Hm?”

“Ser Hugh.”

“Oh.” A pause. “We already have something in common, then.”

You stare at him, waiting for a reaction. Waiting to see if you had been right—if that look he had given you as you took your laurel in-hand had been jealousy. Just the thought of it had kept you biting back a smile the entire ride to the Keep; the first time you had felt any form of even slight joy in days upon days.

He leans back, folding his hands. “He is the son of a blacksmith.”

You raise a brow in feigned interest. “He must be rather strong, then, no?”

A muscle in his jaw feathers. “It implies that he comes from impoverished means.”

“You sound rather like a snob,” you reply looking back out the window.

His temper begins to boil.

You speak again. “As did I, before my father claimed me. At least he has made something of himself.”

What’ve you done? Read books and recited poetry and practised with your septa how best to be a dutiful wife to the right lord, which will be chosen for you by another’s hand one day? You suddenly feel an urge to get out and walk instead. You are unworthy to be wearing such fine things—in an expensive carriage being pulled by the best horses coin can buy.

And he intends to climb even higher, even further toward the throne—at the very least, the Crown, Otto thinks.

He resolves in that moment to not allow him anywhere near you during the ball. He does not deserve you.

He leans forward. “And you have not?”

You look at him. “No, I don’t think I have.”

He frowns, watching you go back to facing the window. “You think what, then? That finding a husband of preference will be the measure of your success? The metric by which you determine how meaningful your life is?”

You would be surprised to hear him think otherwise. He is not forward-thinking enough to see a woman as being capable of making her own way, surely.

You meet his eyes. “You do not?”

He chews the inside of his cheek, thinking how best to word the things he next says. “I think that you are far brighter than you give yourself credit for. I was always aware of how you were coming along in your studies. Studies which you never faltered in endeavoring to perfect your skills in. Reading, writing, sewing, instruments, dancing—”

“Yes, because perfecting the waltz is something of any importance.”

“What, then? Children?”

You fight against a snort. You wonder if this you can trust him with. Something no woman—none of your position, anyway—is meant to admit to. You do not look at him when you finally reply.

“I do not…desire them. I have never felt an innate need to have them. I believe that—if given the opportunity—I would be perfectly content to instead live my life at my husband’s side without ever having bore any. But, in the end, it will not be my choice: whether I do or no. Whatever the man who takes me to wife wants, he shall get. That will be my lot in life. A vessel to be used at his disposal, and tossed aside when he is done with me. When I am old and grey and no longer… Well, no longer.”

You both remain quiet, only the sound of horses whinnying and wooden wheels rolling over cobblestone breaking the silence.

You continue. “And no man would ever take such a woman to wife. So, yes, I perfected my lessons. So I might be a pretty doll, who smiles and laughs and says all the right things so some lord or knight or other, may pluck me from my shelf one day and call me his property. While I wither away inside, forgetting who I am as I become, instead, whatever he wants me to be. A man chosen by other men in my life, who think they know what is best for me, without ever asking me what I may want; think.”

Otto finally speaks, his voice low, entirely serious. “And if you found a husband who also wants the same as you—who no longer—” He cuts himself short, beginning again. “Rather, does not desire children himself, and would rather treat you as his equal, because he sees you for exactly who you are?”

You look at him, expression unreadable, even if your heart pounds at what you think—rather, desperately hope—he is implying. “Then I think he should ask me for my hand.”

You look back to the window, the Red Keep coming into sight. “Before another does.”

You emerge from your chambers, ready to vomit all over the floor at the thought of someone asking you to dance. And then there is the fact that you will be announced when you enter the room, drawing all eyes in your direction.

You fidget nervously with your pearls—a newly-formed habit, as of today—not even paying attention to where you are going as you slam into another’s solid body.

You look up then, ready to begin apologizing profusely, until you fill with relief, seeing it is only Otto. You then press your forehead to his chest and groan in frustration.

He lets out a low chuckle, hands coming to rest against your back. “We share similar sentiments.”

You pull yourself closer, pressing your cheek against him then, wrapping your arms around his lean frame. “I do not wish to.”

His left hand comes to cup the back of your neck. “Nor do I. But, I am afraid, what you and I wish for today is of little consequence.”

You pull away, looking up to him then. “I would rather be dining with you in your chambers. Grating on your last nerve.”

His lip twitches and he reaches up, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. “One in the same, as always.”

You cling tightly to his arm—even more-so than this afternoon—as the two of you approach that large set of double-doors, which are already open, guests wandering inside the Throne Room for the feast, and then, eventually, dancing.

You wear a dark gray gown tonight—the skirt made of tulle, which sparkles against the lit torches and braziers lining the walls. The bodice melds to your body, the sleeves long and loose, tight cuffs keeping them in-place around your wrists. You wear, once again, a comfortable pair of slippers. Your hair is down and full, a single ribbon tied in the back, holding a few meddlesome strands out of your face. On your fingers, a couple small rings, and around your neck—Otto’s pearls.

You glance up to him, thinking he looks very handsome tonight. He wears a midnight-black cloak, the neckline high and lined thinly with fur. His tunic is emerald green and the stitching is impeccable. His dark trousers perfectly fitting for his long legs, his boots polished, and his Hand of the King pin gleaming.

“You look quite dashing tonight,” you say, pressing your cheek to his arm.

He looks to you with a smirk at the compliment. “I do not believe anyone has referred to me as such in over a decade.”

He then looks down to you, your wide eyes staring up at him. “You look beautiful.”

“The Hand of the King, Ser Otto Hightower, and accompanying him, the Lady Y/N Targaryen,” cries the page from the doorway.

You want nothing more in all the world than to hide behind Otto, but you instead keep your chin held high, your arm casually draped over his, and a healthy distance of a few inches between the two of you as you walk between long trestle tables toward the high table at the front of the room, where the King, your father, is already seated. He watches the two of you with curious eyes, taking note of the new pearl necklace that you fidget with.

Otto pulls out a chair two seats down from your father and you sit, him pushing you in. He glances across the hall to a familiar knight—staring daggers in his direction—as his fingers brush along your shoulders.

He then seats himself between you and Viserys, immediately engaging in conversation with the King, as his right hand, surprisingly, comes to rest gently atop your left knee beneath the table.

You flush, taking it between both of your own, lightly kneading your thumbs against the back of it, so as to keep yourself occupied from the lords and ladies of the Realm staring at those seated at the front of the room.

Eventually, once the hall is filled, and it seems all are present, Viserys stands, ready to make a brief speech.

Otto leans back in his chair, his hand still between both of yours, until your fingers still and you decide to try something perhaps…foolish. Mayhaps even juvenile.

You twine your slender fingers between his own and his face remains impassive as he curls his around your hand in return.

Your eyes sting with happy tears as you focus on the feel of your hand in his, instead of the words your father speaks to the awaiting crowd.

Your hand shakes as you spear a cooked vegetable with your fork, nervously glancing at the chattering crowd before you, searching to see if anyone is watching as you take a small bite.

You swallow, stomach tied into knots, setting your fork down, deciding you will simply have to eat again tomorrow morning. Here and now is not the ideal time.

Otto leans toward you. “Just look at me,” he says quietly.

You turn your gaze to him. “What?”

He nods toward your plate. “Eat, but do not look at them. Only at me.”

You reach for your fork again, stabbing at a piece of chicken and looking at Otto as you take another bite, swallowing.

He nods. “Good.”

You do it again, each bite easier to handle as your eyes refuse to leave him.

You are filled with relief once the servants clear the room of the dinner that had been served, leaving only berries and fruit and cheeses and slices of bread for people to idly dine upon as they dance.

Rhaenyra is made the center of attention for tonight—suitor after suitor vying to be her next dance partner, while you sit silently, content to watch. But as you do, it does fill you with a sense of longing, if not forlornness.

You look down to your hands in your lap—Otto now across the room speaking with his brother and good-sister—wondering what sort of match will eventually be made for you. What he might be like. If he will, at the very least, be kind to you.

Or if he will keep you at arm’s length—will take a mistress right in front of you, which you are forced to share your household with—while you grow to feel more alone than ever. You do not know if you can bear such a fate. If you would even bother trying.

Otto glances over to you, watching as you nervously tuck a lock of hair behind your ear before fidgeting with your necklace, clearly lost-in-thought. He doesn’t like the distant look in your eyes, the way your brows furrow, as if you are being asked a question you cannot find the answer to.

He then looks across the room and fills with loathing when he spots Ser Hugh, who clearly has his sights set on you. He begins to head in your direction and Otto suddenly steps away from Hobert then, without so much as excusing himself as he tries to make his way back to you, forcing himself through throngs of people, even pushing a few aside carelessly, his shoulder bumping into another’s—he knows he must seem the image of discourtesy right now—as he finally reaches the high table, Ser Hugh only a few feet away and pausing in his steps as Otto leans down toward you, offering you his hand.

“Come with me,” he says quietly.

You blink up at him, torn from dark thoughts of wasting away in a castle somewhere, your sanity slowly slipping as you lose pieces of yourself day-by-day as all sense of joy and safety leave you.

“Where?” You ask, wondering if, perhaps, he is going to escort the two of you back upstairs finally.

You would be completely content with that; sitting silently with him, perhaps draped in one of his soft robes as he lies his head in your lap—you are sure he must have a headache by now from all the excitement today has held—and the two of you converse quietly in his private quarters.

“You shall have to join me to find out.”

You slide your hand into his then, and hold securely to him as he weaves his way deftly through the crowded room, both of you slipping away with hardly being noticed.

“Why are we in the Godswood?”

The music from inside is loud enough that it carries through the walls even to out here.

Otto pulls you close, unable to even recall the last time he’d done this. In truth, it was one of the benefits of growing older—no longer being expected to partake in such foolish customs. But, if it will make you happy—he had seen the way you had watched Rhaenyra with her many dance partners, with a look of yearning—he will do it again. This one last time.

“Dance with me,” he whispers.

You stare up at him, blinking and in disbelief. Dance. He wants to dance? You then wonder if he even still recalls how. You find it difficult to imagine him ever sweeping across a ballroom floor with a woman in his arms.

“I—”

He takes your right hand into his left, then positions your own atop his tall shoulder while he settles his right against the small of your back.

He steps forward and you step back, following his lead. He does so again and again, moving the two of you across the soft grass of the Godswood, only the moon and stars bearing witness to this intimate moment.

He then extends his arm, you stepping outward, then pulling you back to him, holding you close as he gently dips you, then slides his fingers into your hair, holding your gaze to his as he takes you back in the other direction, gently turning the two of you as he continues your shared waltz.

You smile up at him, tears of joy shimmering in your eyes as he then twirls you around, then pulling your chest back against his own.

“You’re quite good at this,” you say, breathless.

He smiles softly down at you. “And you, My Lady, shall be the last I take in my arms like this.”

He presses his lips to your forehead then and your eyes flutter closed, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks as you continue to move across the yard.

Finally, the music slows and then quiets, leaving your heart pounding, soft breaths escaping your lips, his own now close to yours as he leans down to you.

Please.

His fingers tangle in your hair once again, his body pressed to yours, and your eyes unfocus as you wait, anticipating, hoping.

Praying. For him.

“The hour is late.”

Your heart shatters.

You stare up at him then, feeling heartbroken. Stupid girl. Always so stupid. You were young enough to be his daughter. Of course that was why he had done it. Why he has done…everything he has. Whatever this is—it is clear now, that he sees it as some sort of surrogate relationship. You, a young, hopeless girl, and him a man who has tried to help guide you back to…health? You do not know now.

In what world would he ever feel…that. And for you, of all people.

No. You will never have that. Best to accept it now. You should’ve done so long, long ago.

You step away from him then, staying silent.

“I will escort you back to your room.”

You shake your head. “There is no need. You should rejoin your brother. I will do just as well on my own. I bid you goodnight, Ser Otto.”

You turn to leave then and his face falls at you addressing him by title now. Not that he does not have himself to blame for it.

“Y/N—”

“I am tired. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening with your family, Ser.”

He watches you go, not speaking another word.

It takes everything you have to keep yourself together as you all but race back to your room. And once you are closed inside—the door locked behind you—you fall to the floor and break.

You lean forward, pressing your forehead to the floor as you sob. You had loved your birth-mother and she had died. And then Aemma, and she, too, was now gone.

Everyone leaves.

You have tried to connect with your father, but it has always been well and obvious that Rhaenyra is favored by him. And with Rhaenyra, Alicent might as well be her sister instead.

You had convinced yourself that you were contented with being alone—you had even done an experiment shortly after Aemma’s passing, when grief had overtaken every facet of you: you’d not spoken for a day. You had wished to see if anyone would notice, would bother speaking to you instead.

Not a soul had.

After that, you had decided to lock your true self away from all others. You would be polite. Would do as expected. Be whoever you needed be for anyone that you were in the company of. But you would no longer open up. Would no longer even think to share yourself with any of them. Because you finally knew the horrible truth: no one cared.

Not about you.

But then Otto had come to you—made amends. He had looked after you. Had ensured your health, your safety, even your happiness. You…you had shared a bed together. Not in that way, perhaps, but you had. Thrice. And it had meant such a great deal to you. He had begun to.

And now you see. See that you have made a grave mistake. You should’ve let things persist as they had. If only you had refused to let him in, you would not be drowning in tears now.

After you have exhausted yourself, you fall asleep like that—lying on the floor; utterly empty, knowing you are back to the way you had been somewhere over a month ago: completely alone.

The way you should have remained.

Otto sits in his chambers with his head in his hands, wondering if he should not go to you.

The way you had looked at him as you danced, smiling at him, tears of happiness in your lovely eyes… In that moment he knew that he had finally done it: made you his. So, he had pressed his lips to your forehead, knowing he felt the same.

But as you waited with bated breaths for him to kiss you… He had finally snapped out of whatever delusion he has been living in for weeks on-end and realized that this can not be.

His late Lady Wife would be his last. That was what was right—proper. He would not dishonor her memory.

It was not just your age, but also your social standing—your circumstances of birth—which had prevented him from taking things further. Not that it would have been seemly to do so in general.

Or, those are the excuses he feeds himself, anyway.

He does not much care what others say or may think of him, but he has a reputation to maintain. Carrying on with a bastard-born girl, come from a whore from Flea Bottom—he cannot stomach the thought.

But as he sits there, picturing you with another man—him never to see you again as your fears of wasting away come to life…that is what truly fills him with revulsion.

He does not find sleep this night.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease? 

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. ���Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up. 

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled. 

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.

[ronearoundblindly]

Fools Rush In (Oct 28th)

Flufftober Day Twenty-Eight-- picnic

drabble for steve rogers x wife!reader (series)

no warnings, just fluffy WC 688

“Joseph—“ you rummage farther into the book bag “—James Rogers, where is your inhaler? You know you aren’t supposed to leave without it.”

Little bud doesn’t seem to care as he squats, engrossed by the body movements of an earthworm in the dirt at the tree line of the river.

Steve huffs out a laugh. “I put the spare in the basket,” he leans in to whisper.

You can’t help but give him the ‘that’s not the point’ eyes.

“Well, thank goodness I keep an epipen in here anyway.” You shield your eyes in the sunlight, full and almost satisfied after a lovely picnic with your family. You decide to quit fussing for a minute, taking in the sights and sounds of your happy husband and giggling son on this final day before JJ goes to preschool.

Steve smiles at you, bright and beautiful, golden in the rays. “He’ll be fine, love.”

“Mommy,” your boy yells, rushing over with a heaping pile of soil in his hand, not just the worm. “Look!”

“Ooooo. Wow, bud. Can you do that dance?” You tickle his side. “Maybe that’s why we call you wiggle worm, huh?” Another tickle has JJ dropping the dirt on your lap and laughing.

Steve reaches over to pluck the worm and its cousin off your skirt and delivers them to safety behind him. He jumps up onto his feet. “Right. Should we show Mommy your wiggle worm dance?”

He laces two fingers into JJ’s tiny hands to raise his arms up and wobble the boy forward and backwards.

“Like this?”

JJ nearly dissolves in giggles, body morphing to jello against his father’s grip.

“What about this?” Steve dances JJ from side to side instead.

You latch your tickle fingers to your son’s tummy again. “I don’t know, not wormy enough.”

JJ lifts his legs up, and you’re careful to stop there to avoid an asthma attack. He’s just so darn cute when he’s this happy—Steve and JJ both. You try not to get misty-eyed for the second time today, thinking about the long hours your son will be in school, coupled with the few more you’ll be at work.

Steve hefts the boy’s skinny body up into the air, swinging him high. Maybe JJ isn’t gifted with strength from the serum, but he’s happy and healthy enough. Steve worries, you know, because he remembers all the time his own mother spent caring for his many ailments, but as you’ve assured many times, some things are just part of life. We can’t all be super, Sketch.

“Let’s help Mom pack up, ok? Then we can watch a movie tonight. How’s that sound?”

You waggle a finger. “Uh-uhn, boys, not with those dirty hands.” It’s basically 'peel up the blanket and toss it in the bag' anyway. No big deal. “You two head back and wash up. Pick out the movie—“

“ALADDIN,” JJ shrieks.

“Big surprise there,” Steve mutters.

“Aladdin it is, then. You know—“ you lift up without planting your palms in the dirt “—maybe one day you’ll meet Mommy’s friend, Michael, because he’s got blue skin, too. How’s that sound?”

“Yay!!!”

Steve face falls, and you barely suppress your own laugh. Teasing him over his one jealous outburst in nearly a decade is just way too fun to pass up.

You stick out your tongue in mockery, and Steve tries to swoop in to kiss you while it’s still poking out. He doesn’t quite make it, but the kiss is nice enough. He’s a good sport.

“Daddy, pick me up. I want a ride.”

Steve immediately obeys, adjusting JJ’s legs around his neck until settled.

“Again,” he turns back to you, “big surprise.”

“Oh yes, he’s an enigma, that one…”

Steve makes JJ wave from ‘all the way up there’ and say he loves you, and maybe your kid is still young enough to not completely comprehend, but you feel truly loved when both your boys look at you, framed by the light of late afternoon glistening off the Hudson. 

It’s the same as everything with Steve has been: not perfect but still absolutely perfect.

divider by @silkholland, challenge details @flufftober

[Day Twenty-Seven, Day Twenty-Nine]

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[r3almellow]

The Last Night (Lucifer x F!MC)

My first commissioned story yaaaay! Honestly really nervous about posting this. Not only is this my first time writing for Lucifer, but I don’t want to disappoint the amazing anon who commissioned this! Hope you enjoy this read!

As always I apologize for any typos! I’ve read this thing over so many times, so I hope its all readable!

Summary: Its her last night in Devildom and the stubborn little human still had a few things she had left to accomplish. 

Series: Obey Me

Word Count: 2701

Warning: NSFW

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“Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly?”

Lucifer had asked her this just moments ago already knowing the self-willed human wanted nothing more than to add him to her growing list of demons she conquered. He was ashamed to admit that he wanted to be on that list.

But, if he was going to do this, he was going to do this on his terms. Lucifer refused to be lumped up with his brothers and seen as just another demon she could control. If she was to take him on, there would be no question as to who owned who. She was going to give herself to him in exchange for the power he possessed. It was a fair trade off.

With the pact made and her time in Devildom coming to an end in just a few hours, that should have been the end of it. She returns to her room and he returns to slaving over paperwork until the next day. That’s what was supposed to happen and just like with everything else, she pulled something Lucifer didn’t expect.

When her lips brushed against his, she made it abundantly clear her intentions were more than just to make a pact with him.

And that’s what led them to his room, their mouths locked in a passionate kiss.

His kisses were patient yet eager for more while hers were sweet and timid but explorative. He could tell she was holding back for reasons that were lost to him.

“Where did all that spark go?” He whispered, peppering kisses down the base of her neck.

“I’ve…I’ve never…” She trailed off, too caught up with the sensation of his lips gently sucking on her skin.

Ah, so that’s what it was.

As usual she jumped headfirst into something not knowing that the repercussions of her actions would lead to this. It was foolish, but he did admire her for her efforts.

Lucifer couldn’t tell when last he had done something like this with another. It felt like months or maybe even years had passed by. Asmodeus often joked, whenever he thought Lucifer wasn’t within earshot, that Lucifer’s uptightness had everything to do with his lack of sexual release.

What his lecherous sibling failed to understand was that Lucifer too had urges. These urges he was very good at suppressing, but even he had moments of weakness. While he didn’t act on these feelings with another too often, there were nights he spent alone relying on his hands for the release he desperately needed. Those nights became frequent when a certain human entered his home. The number of times he had thought about her in such an indecent manner was honestly shameful.

Lucifer pulled back and hooked a gloved finger under her chin not giving her the chance to look away. He grazed her bottom lip with his thumb.

“You shouldn’t tempt fate like this if you’re not going to give it your all.”

This was his way of giving her an out. She had the chance to backdown, walk out of his room and they never speak of this again. Lucifer wouldn’t blame her if she did just that, but he knew all too well that she was too stubborn for her own good.

She looked at him hesitantly for a moment before taking his lingering thumb into her mouth. Taking a bit of the fabric from his glove between her teeth, she pulled back taking the glove with her with little to no resistance from Lucifer. With his bare hand revealed she dropped the glove from her mouth and looked back at him with eyes filled with a purity that did not match the current mood.

How could she look at him so innocently? There was something within Lucifer that made him want to take that innocence away. He wanted to twist it and turn into something only he knew how to control, but he couldn’t. She wasn’t ready for that.

“Tempting fate got me this far, so I really can’t complain.” She replied with a small smile that had a hint of devilry behind it.

He chuckled at her words. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in her retort as if the Avatar of Pride wasn’t seconds away from bending her to his will. She really was a peculiar human.

“You fail to understand what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“That’s kind of my thing, is it not?” So, she was aware of her annoyingly intrusive behavior. Nonetheless, that was the permission he needed.

Removing his other glove and loosening his tie, Lucifer leaned in to capture her lips again. She moaned into the kiss as she instinctively enfolded her arms around his neck. He hoisted her up by her waist forcing her to wrap her legs around him as he carried her over to the bed.

He laid her onto the mattress the satin sheets dipping and wrinkling under her body, lips still on hers.

Lucifer pulled away to remove the clothes that confined his torso, revealing his toned body. She absentmindedly reached out to lightly trace the outline of his abs completely entranced by the up-close view of his body. While Lucifer was not on the same level of Beelzebub with his physique, he did pride himself on his appearance.

He grasped the hem of her blouse, breaking her from her trance. Pulling it over her head revealed an intricately laced black and red bra. It was an interesting choice in color that made Lucifer wonder if this too was a part of her plan.

It was a shame he had to rid her of the beautiful garment, but he had his sights on something far more enticing.

With the bra discarded and her breasts on full display, Lucifer was in awe at the sight before him. Her flushed breasts and fully erect nipples lying in wait to be caressed and teased.

It didn’t take long for the nervousness to reach her and she quickly covered herself. Lucifer suppressed the urge to chuckle. It was cute to think she was embarrassed when he found her so beautiful.

“Don’t hide yourself from me.” His voice was soft as he gently took her wrists, pulling her arms away from her chest. Lucifer glanced over her body once more then cupped one of her breasts giving it a firm squeeze.

“Something so perfect deserves to be seen.” He kissed her.

“To be touched.” Another kiss came.

“To be defiled by me…” He felt her shiver at that last part. Was there something within her that grew giddy at the thought of him having her in the most sinful of ways? What exactly was she imagining?

His lips moved from hers, down to where her neck and shoulder met, then came the lightly dusted kisses as he continued to make his way down.

He felt her chest rise and fall in a labored motion that matched her anticipating breath as he reached her breasts.

Without hesitating, Lucifer took a breast into his mouth, lightly sucking on the tender nipple, earning him a small gasp from her in response. He felt her hands run through his hair as he moved from one breast to the other, leaving bite marks in his wake. Every so often her caresses stop at the feel of his teeth teasingly graze her sensitive flesh.

His hand trailed down her body, fingers slipping past the waistband of her shorts and panties. Almost instantly, his fingers were coated with her juices. He had barely touched her and yet she was already this wet?

She pressed her legs together, trapping him between legs. Lucifer looked up from his place between her breasts in annoyance.

“What did I tell you about hiding?”

“I know, bu-”

Her words were cut short once she felt the pads of his finger brushing against her clit.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I will go no further.” Again, he was giving her a chance to end this.

She said nothing, the expression on her face contemplative. A few seconds passed before she had made a choice. Leaning up she clutched the sides of her shorts and underwear attempting to pull them down. Lucifer helped tossing her clothes to the floor. Now, she was completely bare before him with her legs parted slightly.

Beautiful failed to describe the sight in front of Lucifer. He had the perfect view of the wetness between her legs which was nice, but he personally loved being able to see her body in a way that no one else had seen. While the room itself was dimly lit, Lucifer relished in the fact that every dip and curve of her body was on full display for him to marvel at.

She shifted awkwardly under his burning gaze.

“Stop staring so much…”

“How can one enjoy art without appreciating every visual detail?” She opened her mouth with a remark at the ready but stopped at the sudden intrusion of his finger that slipped between her folds.

Slowly and carefully his fingers danced along her most sensitive area. Her back arched, hips steadily moving against his hand. She was like a piano, reacting to the slightest touch and emitting music that only he had the pleasure of producing.

Just how far could he push his beautiful instrument?

He moved up pressing his lips to her ear.

“Tell me…” He whispered in a husky tone.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” There was a chance that unlike Lucifer she never laid in bed with impure thoughts that left her body wanting to be touched in ways that go beyond simple brushes against skin, but Lucifer refused to believe that. Humans weren’t immune to desires. Those desires were why she was in his bed, after all.

“N-n…” Lucifer could hear the denial coming and his hand stilled inside of her. She whined trying to move her hips to fuck herself against his finger. A cute attempt, but he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted until he got his answer. He removed his hand completely from between her legs.

“Answer. If you lie, you’ll be punished.” It was in her best interest to respond to his inquiry. She knew all too well that there was no bluffing when it came to Lucifer giving punishments.

“Yes…” She breathed out.

Satisfied with her answer, Lucifer continued this time adding a second finger. He deemed it a reward for her honesty, but it was pure torture for her.

“When was the last time?” He asked, gently rubbing his thumb against her clit. She looked as if formulating a coherent sentence was next to impossible, but he was going to get an answer one way or another.

His movements slowed.

“I’m waiting.”

“T-this morning…” Fuck. Lucifer felt the painful reminder of need within his pants growing stronger.

Where was she? In bed? In the shower? Was it right before breakfast? The reason for the awkward glances she shot him at the breakfast table was starting to make sense.

While distracted Lucifer failed to notice that the cheeky little human’s deft hands were reaching for what laid just under pants. She cupped him feeling just how hard he was causing the unsuspecting demon to wince at the contact. He moved away partly sad at the sudden loss of contact, but determined to do things his way.

“Not like this.” Was all he said before sitting upright to remove his last bit of clothing. In no time at all, his cock sprang from its confines of his removed trousers. She looked at his erection in awe probably wondering where it had been hiding this whole time. Lucifer felt a sense of pride as she looked him over completely speechless.

The curious woman made a motion to reach for his throbbing member, wanting to feel the warmth of his shaft pulsating in her hands. Lucifer grabbed her hand, pinning it over her head.

“I didn’t say you could touch, but I suppose I could let it slide just this once. However, we’re doing this my way. Do you understand?” She could only nod not wanting to battle him. Lucifer smiled inwardly. She was a good little human when she wanted to be, but that wasn’t why Lucifer took interest in her.

Resting between her legs, he rubbed himself against her entrance, coating his member with her juices. He had to remember to take it easy with her. Not only was this her first time, but humans were fragile creatures. There was no telling how much her body could take if he went overboard.

“All I need you to do is breathe.” That was the only advice he could give her. In truth, Lucifer had never been with a virgin before, but he did know they required gentleness and care.

He moved forward, slowly sheathing himself inside of her.

Lucifer watched as her eyes closed, and eyebrows knitted together at the feel of his girth stretching her walls. He could tell she was in pain, but the way her face contorted showed a hint of gratification.

Lucifer, too, had to take a moment to get his bearings. Not even all the way in and she felt so tight around him, squeezing his shaft to the point where he felt like he was ready for release in that moment. Had it really been that long since he had felt the touch of another so intimately?

Lucifer had no time to question it further for the woman under him started moving her hips to feel the rest of him. She must have gotten used to his size or she wouldn’t have been so brazen.

He was going to have to teach her a lesson.

Lucifer grabbed her hips forcing her to stop. He pulled himself back, with just the head of his dick still buried within her.

“Have you not learned that such impatience will get you into trouble?”

He wasn’t going to wait for a response. He thrusted roughly into her, filling her pussy with his cock. So much for taking it easy….

The woman cried out her back arching, head falling back against the pillow and a pleasurable pain rippling through her body. He wanted to hear her make that sound again. He wanted to hear it over and over until her voice grew hoarse and her body was spent.

Lucifer couldn’t help but groan as she involuntarily squeezed him in response to his torturous efforts. He didn’t mind feeling the repercussions of his actions, though, especially if it meant that he could make her crumble beneath him.

He was more than prepared to go down with her in this heated battle between their bodies.

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“Do I really have to go?” She asked quietly as she laid against her lover’s chest.

Lucifer tried not to think about her departure that was fast approaching. He didn’t like remembering that in just a few short hours she would leave his side. Lucifer had forgotten what life was like before she entered his life and as much as he tried to deny it, the very thought of her no longer being in his presence did weigh on him.

“With the exchange program finished, it only makes sense for you to return home… No matter how unfortunate that is.” He was surprised by the disappointed that emitted from his voice.

She looked over at him with a knowing grin.

“Is that your way of saying you’ll miss me?” He could practically feel the smugness radiating off her as she playfully nudged him.

“Perhaps…” She snickered at his admission and nudged him again.

She was too comfortable with being in the company of demons or she wouldn’t be as mischievous as she was now. Maybe they were rubbing off on her and she needed a small reminder that tangling with him could very well be her downfall.

Lucifer rolled over, pinning her to the bed with an annoyed look etched onto his face. He pressed himself against her, his hardened cock lay present on her stomach.

“Since you have so much energy then we should put it to better use?”

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DONE!

Fun fact! The original fic was well over 3K words because I have no self control! Anways, I really hope you all enjoyed the read! 

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[mitsua]

My last seven minutes with you

Mini context: After death, human brain lives for 7 minutes to replay its best memories. SOOOO HOW COULD I LET THIS OPPORTUNITY FOR ANGST GO AWAY??!!!

Warnings: mentions of reader dying Series: Obey me! SWD?

Pairing: brothers × MC Words' count: 0.65k

MC'S . . . GN! Genre: angst

The first minute was spent thinking about those nights you'd wake up feeling heavy, after looking down and finally coming to your senses, you'd notice Belphegor's body on top of yours. Resting happily and so comfortably you'd feel bad about waking him, so you'd endure the difficulties of breathing to spend more time with him.

You'd also remember how he'd come up to you, pouting cutely after school has ended as a sign to go nap with him.

The second minute leads to one time you craved something in the middle of the night but couldn't put your finger as to what exactly; only after you've encountered Beelzebub munching some left overs at the refrigerator. He asked you why were you up so late, to what you answered honestly. Not even ten seconds passed before Beelzebub offered you a tray of food.

Those times you'd go to different restaurants to taste the new flavors added on their menu each time also helped to warm a tiny bit, your slowly-going cold, heart.

The third minute comes and your brain goes to shopping days with Asmodeous, days where you could discover new sides of him, he'd open up little by little about some insecurities of his; but never forgot about your main purpose-refill your closet! Sometimes you may have or may have not used Lucifer's card in order to achieve it...

There was also his constant flirting and teasing that never failed to make your knees go weak and butterflies made a party in your stomach.

The fourth minute shows a mixed of times where you'd comfort Satan when you're first trying to get him out of his anger issues towards himself, and times where you were reading together, either in silence or not, both of you had smiles on your faces.

Going out after finishing study sessions or homework in general to feed the stray cats had become a habit, you even got to know each and every cats' name!

The fifth minute conducted your mind in a state of relaxation, bright colors blinded your eyes for a few moments, while you adjusted to it, you heard a familiar voice making happy and loud noises such unlikely of him. Nevertheless, Leviathan couldn't be happier of you two winning the game's end after hours of hard work.

Sometimes you'd have to rescue him from his brothers' bickering as you already knew how he felt about himself, you'd accompany him until the end.

The sixth minute took you to a scene where you felt your face contort into one of concern. Mammon was strung up from the ceiling again. On those occassions, even if he begged you to free him, as you knew his older brother was keeping a sharp eye on him, knowing better than oblige, you'd opt to strike up conversations to spend time with him.

To make him forget all those bad thoughts he'd get from time to time and continue being his loud but courageous and cute self.

The seventh, and for what's to mention; last minute. You had already stopped feeling your physical body at all, only feeling a couple of stungs here and there, but as the memories flowed, there was no pain.

There was no pain as Lucifer came to your mind. How difficult it was to gain his trust being the first impactful memory you thought about. From then on, you'd get flashes of various memories such as the times you'd have quiet and relaxing music sessions in his office or attend to packed with good-looking demons, restaurants only for you to be the only one receiving his compliments, even when he was pride's embodiment.

As you felt a last stung on your heart, your last breath was heard by those who filled your heart with warmth for the time you've met them and your last memories, to leave them resting with a smile on your features.

All writings' rights reserved © 2024 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the pictures and tagged anime characters.) ⌇ my navigation!

[astaroth1357]

The Obey Me Cast on a Camping Trip (Part One: Brothers)

Hey guys, thank you sooo much for getting me to 2,000 followers!! I honestly don’t know what to say... I never dreamed that this little hobby of mine would reach so many eyes, and I can’t be more grateful. At a time in my life where things feel so chaotic and uncertain, being a part of this community and sharing my weird ideas has been what’s kept me going. It’s been such a rewarding experience all around, so thank you. From the bottom of my heart. 😊

I pulled out all the stops for this post. I even brought out one of my favorite songs of all time: Ao to Natsu by Mrs. GREEN APPLE to get the feel juuust right. I hope you all enjoy it!

This post is split in two due to length (I had too much fun again...) For the Undateables, please click HERE!

Intro:

Another day, another team building activity between the demons and the exchange students. It was Diavolo’s idea to go on a camping trip to the human world (because of course it was), and there were very… mixed responses. That sentiment wasn’t helped when he refused Lucifer’s insistent pleas to just purchase cabins for everyone to stay in. Oh no, the Demon Lord wanted to rough it out in the wilderness, and now everyone else was getting dragged along with him…

Wonder how that turned out?

Lucifer

Really, really, really tried to push Diavolo to just rent out cabins in but noooo, he wasn’t having it... So he ended up driving a van crammed with his brothers, the MC, and a butt-ton of camping equipment into the Alaskan wilderness… 

The car ride itself was insufferable… We’re talking, “I SWEAR I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND!!” level of antics every 10 miles or so (mostly from Mammon)…

Setting up camp was even more of a nightmare because about half of his brothers were utterly useless. The other half (save Satan) were completely clueless… Had it not been for Barbatos and Satan he probably would have just resigned himself to the mercy of the river’s currents and let it take him away…

He couldn’t even wear his usual clothes because of the situation… For the first time in who knows how many centuries, he was stuck wearing jeans… Diavolo even bought him several plaid shirts... (which he was not happy with btw because his brother wouldn’t stop making fun of the “new” him)

He had his own tent of decent-size, enough to move around in but nothing to write home about. The very fact he didn’t have to share was a luxury in itself, so he took it for what it was worth...

He spent a good portion of the trip focused on two things: keeping Diavolo happy and everybody else alive. He rarely left camp unless forced to; he just wanted to get it all over with as soon as possible…

If he did leave, it was because Diavolo would drag him along to fish or hike. He was... less than pleased to be called out of his tent at the crack of dawn or well past dusk to sit on a little rented fishing boat with Diavolo… but he didn’t exactly pick his friends so...

He rates the trip Too Much Trouble/10. Let’s never do it again.

Mammon

Wasn’t a massive fan of being stuck out in the wild, but Satan told him some made-up bullshit about buried treasure out in the forest and got him HOOKED. He even borrowed stole a whole bunch of mining/digging equipment just for the occasion!

He spent most of the car ride asking, “Are we there yet??” like a child. The MC had to step in to keep Lucifer from leaving him on the side of the road at multiple points during the journey... 

He was one of the utterly useless ones when it came to setting up camp. Someone charged him with putting up the twin’s tent, and he spent thirty minutes reading (then re-reading) the instructions while shouting expletives. Poor Simeon had to shield Luke from the vulgarity…

He has to share a tent with Levi, which neither of them liked. Mammon mainly because of Levi’s “old fish stink” and Levi because he feared catching “Mammon’s stupid.”

He was all jazzed up to go digging from Day One, though. He’d have breakfast, grab his shovel, then wander out into the middle of nowhere to go dig holes in the ground…

He also got completely lost on Day One, and it took the MC summoning him with their pact to return him to the group... By that time, he was filthy and somehow looked like he had been castaway for days (even though he was gone for like, three hours?)

When he stubbornly refused to stop digging, Lucifer resorted to just tying a rope around his ankle and letting him loose. It was up to Mammon to get back to camp before dinner, or else Lucifer would yank him back like he was on a leash.

Satan waited until the last day to finally tell Mammon the treasure was bullshit, and he was PISSED. He even threw Satan into the river, which resulted in the rest of the brothers joining in for a swim while the two tried to “playfully” drown each other.

He’d rate this trip 0/10 because he didn’t get any buried treasure. What a ripoff…

Leviathan

Hated the idea with a burning, seething passion. There’s no internet, cable, electricity, or phone signal out in the middle of nowhere! How the heck is an otaku supposed to survive?!

He clung to his electronics during the car ride until either they ran out of signal or their battery died, then he didn’t know what to do with himself… He resorted to reading several volumes of the manga he stuffed into his bag and clung to the MC for emotional support…

Yet another useless soul trying to put the camp together. He was in charge of his and Mammon’s tent but ended up almost crying in frustration… How the hell do humans do this all on their own?? Wasn’t he supposed to be the third strongest?! Why is he so pathetic?!? 😫

Hates sharing a tent with Mammon because he always wakes up to the second born encroaching on his space somehow… Poor baby is pretty much directly against the tent wall and STILL has to deal with legs and elbows in his side... 😰

Spends the majority of the trip moping in the tent... If he goes out there, he has to deal with the sun, bugs, and people… No thanks. He only leaves for meals and occasionally to go swimming. 

When he found out part of the way through that Barbs brought portable solar panels and a battery pack for Diavolo and Lucifer’s phones, he was livid. He demanded access to the power source, which Lucifer refused because “It would defeat the purpose of this trip.”

He’d have summoned Lotan right then and there, deadass in the middle of the forest, if the MC hadn’t intervened. He then went back to moping, but now at the bottom of the lake and it took a lot of coaxing to get him back out…

On the final day, he was packing up the camp before anyone else even woke up. He wanted OUT and back to civilization ASAP. Bedroom here he comes!

Satan

You wouldn’t think of Satan as an outdoorsy guy. Still, he has shades of a survivalist in him (mostly because he’s read a lot of guides and was looking for an excuse to use them for a loooong time).

He read for the majority of the ride. He was squished between Asmo and Levi, which was reasonably peaceful. But he did end up shouting at Mammon quite a bit towards the end because “NO, we’re not there yet, peabrain!!”

He actually wasn’t a waste of space when setting up the camp, and between him, Barbs, and Lucifer, they were able to get a lot of stuff set up before sundown. He did have to bark a few orders to the others here and there, but overall competency won out in the end.

He shared a tent with Asmo, and the two made it work well enough… Except when Asmo did things like spraying his perfumes and dry shampoos, making it practically impossible to breathe in for a few minutes…

Spent a lot of the first few days reinforcing the camp to a ridiculous degree.

Did he have to collect large branches to build an exterior fence around the campsite? No. But he did.

Did he have to set up a water distillation system using some of the materials Barbs had lying around the “kitchen?” No. But he did.

Did he have to weave a series of fishing nets to catch them lunch from the lake and river? I think you get the point by now.

Only once he built pretty much every contraption or improvement he could think of, did he go back to just reading and relaxing by the fire.

By the time the group was ready to leave, Satan had somehow managed to craft them a veritable, self-sustaining fortress in the middle of the Alaskan wilds…

Overall he would rate the trip as… meh. Next time give him a challenge like a deserted island or an actual desert, and then he’ll really see what he can do.

Asmodeus

Was about as unhappy with the idea as Levi was… It wasn’t that he disliked the outdoors per se, it was just that no one, NO ONE, pulls off looking flawless after several days stuck in a tent!

He chatted the entire car ride from start to finish. He never stopped talking. It made for decent background noise at least…

Was one of the more clueless ones when trying to set up camp and pretty just did what he was ordered. The second he was left to try and figure something out on his own, he went to Lucifer or Satan for help because NOPE. Human equipment is needlessly complicated sometimes…

He had to share a tent with Satan, which in theory shouldn’t have been that bad, but Satan was out basically all day in the sun doing who knows what and would always come back sweaty and gross! At some points, he had to chase his brother out of the tent until he dunked himself in the river or something. No way was Asmo sleeping next to that. 😤

Asmo took the second-longest to get up and get ready in the morning. Sometimes he wouldn’t even leave the tent until well past breakfast just in an attempt to salvage his hair and skin… He only got grouchier about it as the trip went on… 😥

A more… earthy looking Asmo is kind of a bizarre sight. He’s still attractive, no doubt, but it’s less like polished glamour and more like Hollywood humble. He spent the majority of the trip looking like a somewhat dirtied movie-star (which he still insisted was the worst he’s ever looked in ages).

Aside from salvaging his looks, he actually enjoyed taking pictures of their surroundings or of the group (but not himself). He sometimes forgot how genuinely breathtaking the human world could be…

….but his patience for the place wore out quickly once he started noticing his hair getting greasy. He was right next to Levi, packing up the site once it was finally time to leave. At least those two finally found something they could agree on, let’s get the fuck out already! 

Beelzebub

He was really curious about trying camping food and pretty excited that Barbatos was coming, too (because that meant great food in general).

Unfortunately, Lucifer had to stop the van at basically every gas station they passed for Beel could refill on snacks… Belphie ended up getting buried in wrappers pretty often, but he was asleep, so it didn’t matter much.

Beel did a lot of the heavy lifting when setting the camp up, but the finer details were left up to everybody else. He had his hands full getting stuff off the cars as is…

Of course, he shared a tent with Belphie, and there wasn’t much complaint between them. Honestly, there would have been more drama if they were split, so this was the better option.

After the MC told Beel about fishing and how it could net him more food, if he did it right, he knew exactly what he wanted to do during the trip.

… But no one told him how long and slow the process would be. There were points he’d get so hungry he’d consider eating the bait himself…

That was until about Day Three of the trip when they passed by a river full of grizzly bears… He was about to ask the MC why the bears were all standing in the water, but then he saw a fish practically leap directly into one’s mouth…

Beel had discovered his true calling.

Of course, the grizzlies didn’t take too kindly to a demon suddenly sprinting into the water with them. They tried to fight him off, but Beel just tossed most of them downstream without any issue until they realized who the apex predator really was…

After forming a shaky truce with the bears, Beel would stand in the water for hours then come back with whole baskets full of salmon… There were far more fish than Barbatos knew what to do with, so he’d just confiscate a few then let Beel eat the rest...

The MC shuddered to think about what Beel had done to the local salmon population… But he was full and happy for most of the trip, so he had a great time!

Belphegor

Sleep for him isn’t too contingent on location, so the idea of camping wasn’t terrible. It did sound like a lot of hassle for no good reason, though…

He spent the entire car ride asleep, head and cow pillow pressed up against the window and everything. It wasn’t the most comfortable experience, but he’d dealt with worse.

He was utterly useless when putting up the camp by choice, thank you. He had more than enough sense to get things put together; he just didn’t want to. If he wasn’t asked to do something by Beel or the MC, he’d just lay back in the grass and smugly watch everybody else struggle…

Again, he and Beel are in the same tent, and you wouldn’t hear any complaints out of him. He did start to have some second thoughts when Beel began getting a fishy smell, though, so he tried to bunk with the MC in their tent for a while.

Like Levi, Belphie didn’t leave the tent much during the daylight hours, but that was because he was still asleep… There was no good way to wake him with no alarms available, so he’d sleep in past lunch easily.

When he was awake, he didn’t leave camp very much except to walk with the MC or watch Beel fishing grizzly-style.

Eventually, Asmo and Diavolo got sick of him dodging their photos, so they’d started posing him Weekend at Bernie’s style around the camp (always conveniently propped up by something and with sunglasses on)

Something Belphie did like, however, was the nighttime. Since there were no lights around, he could practically see everything the sky had to offer. He could spend hours laying on his back long after everyone else had gone to bed just admiring the stars.

All in all, not a terrible trip. Anything that could give him that view like that was well worth it. 6/10, would sleep again.

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My Favorite Kind Of Night - 4.

Camboy!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Part 4 of this series

Run-through: On Friday nights, you are punctual to your virtual meet-up with your favorite camboy over a streaming platform, for your private stream session. You’ve known him for a couple of months now. He goes by the alias of ‘Winter Soldier’ on the platform, which is perfect for the kind of man he is; brawny and drop dead gorgeous. Over the past few months, he has become your favorite kind of night. And secretly, you became his as well. You two get closer over time, and things get interesting when your real, professional lives gets intertwined.

Themes throughout the series: sex worker!bucky, smut, phone sex, fluff, language, dirty talk

Sunday morning, Bucky received not so great news.

“Hi James. Uh… I hate to do this but we’re gonna have to reschedule that date. I completely forgot that I have to leave on a short business trip on tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. And I’ll be back by Wednesday. I’m sorry, it just completely slipped my mind and I blame you for that,” you chuckled. “But um, yeah I’ll make up for it when I get back, I promise. Bye, see you on Wednesday morning. Take care.” You quickly added, “And do miss me, will you?”

Bucky listened to the voicemail when he got back from the gym on Sunday morning, and lifted his head to glance at the clock. It read 11:39.

Well, you must be on your flight already. He had a slight frown on his face, he was so excited for your date tonight, but it seemed that he would have to wait a couple more days now. He quickly sent you a text saying it’s alright and he’ll definitely miss you.

Thing is, he just really wanted to make this work between the two of you. And for that, he wanted to be completely and utterly honest about the whole cam thing. Speaking of which, he thought of his favorite girl. And grabbed his personal phone and sent her a text as well.

You reply didn’t come right away, and he wasn’t bothered by it mainly because he was already thinking of ways how he could make this upcoming date with his boss lady extra special now that he had more days to plan for it.

-

You checked both your phones when you landed. James had texted you on your ‘work’ phone and Bucky on the other. You read both messages one after the other.

James: That’s alright, just come back quickly. And yes, I will miss you, boss.

Bucky: I still owe you a private sesh, no? Let’s do that soon.

You smiled at both texts, replied and went about your packed day.

A conference, a couple of meetings, countless emails and phone calls later; you were a finally free late on Monday night. Your flight back home was schedule at noon on Tuesday so you had quite some time to yourself. You were wide awake at almost midnight and you had nothing to do in your hotel room. You wanted to text or call James but you figured he must be sleeping at this hour.

So you decided to reach out to Bucky. After all, you two did decide to make up for that one session you missed. And he was up for it. And a few minutes later, he was livestreaming and your phone rang. You answered with a smirk and watched him smirk back at you through your screen. Half of his face was covered as usual.

“Hi soldier.” You chirped.

“Hi babygirl.” His reply came through both your computer and your phone. He inched closer to the camera, “Missed me?” he asked. You felt the same tingles at the sound of his words. You put your phone on loud and settled in your comfy bed.

“I did,” you responded. You did miss him to some extent. But not quite like how you missed James. “You have quite a lot to make up for.”

He chuckled, and yet again you tried to ignore how dangerously familiar that laugh of his sounded. “Yeah? Bet you’ve been desperate and needy for me since we missed our last session, huh?” he spoke and stood up to gently lower his sweatpants. So seductively, you almost choked on your own spit. You wondered for a split second, would James ever be that filthy in bed?

“Hmm,” you hummed. “I have.” You said, lying a little because that night you spent with James satisfied you completely. You shook your head slightly and cleared your head. Don’t think about James right now.

“Well then what are we waiting for, babygirl?”

Fuck…

 You were leaning against the headboard, clothes thrown on the floor, your phone right beside you; one hand pinching and twisting your nipple while the other toyed with your clit. Bucky had been edging you for the past few minutes and it was absolute torture. But you couldn’t complain, not when he looked like that.

Naked and sat in his seat with his legs spread apart, his cock in his hand and a vibrator wand moving up and down his length. He moaned and grunted through the screen as well as through the call. You were surrounded by the sinful sounds he made and you shamelessly liked it.

You whined, unable to take it anymore. “Buck… please.” You begged.

He chuckled. “So needy,” he whispered. “Okay babygirl, touch yourself for me. Fill your little cunt with those pretty fingers.” He spoke and stroked himself and moaned wantonly. Oh he was so sensitive as well. “I want you knuckles deep inside yourself while you think about what it would be like to be filled with my big cock.”

You shivered at his words and pushed two of your fingers deep within you. You were dripping, and he could almost hear how wet you were. He growled and stroked himself gently.

“Fuck… I can hear you fucking that wet little cunt, babygirl.” His crude words made you clench around your own fingers. You gasped and kept your eyes focused on him on your screen. “Wish I was there to fill it up.”

Bucky heard the notifications go off multiple times, signaling that he was being tipped generously. 

You whimpered as your fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, your arousal trickling out of you and smearing all over your inner thighs. Bucky kept talking, making you feel more and more lightheaded. “I bet your cunt tastes so sweet, doesn’t it babygirl?” Bucky’s voice was barely above a whisper, so low that your stomach flipped.

You moaned out loud and gasped as your fingers brushed against a sensitive spot inside you. Oh… all you could think about was how deliciously James’ cock had stretched you out multiple times the night you had sex. How thick and big he felt inside you.

“Please…” you begged, fearing that you might blurt out James’ name.

Bucky chuckled, then moaned as he stroked himself faster and pressed the vibrator to the tip of his leaking cock. “Yeah? You wanna cum for me, doll?” he scoffed, and groaned. “Not yet… not yet babygirl. Keep fucking yourself with those pretty fingers, let me hear you moan.”

You whimpered and sped up. Your body was damp and your mind was foggy and the only things you could focus on was your pressing need to orgasm, and James. You whined and begged. “Please… please,” you managed to keep your eyes on him. And how hot he looked when he just touched himself like that… all for you. Would James ever do the same?

“Fuck…” Bucky growled. “I wish I was inside you, babygirl. Deep inside you…” he groaned and pumped himself faster. “Feeling your walls clench around my cock, milking me… gripping me,” he grunted and you let out a loud moan; upon hearing which he cursed under his breath.

“You’d be so good to me, isn’t that right babygirl?” he spoke and it took you a moment to register his words because your mind was foggy and all your senses could focus on was the hot, burning need to come undone.

“Bucky… I’m-,” you cut yourself off by moaning wantonly. You were so close… so close.

“Faster, doll.” His deep voice rang in your ears and you obeyed. You fucked yourself faster. You gasped and thrashed around; moaning loudly, unashamedly. “Good girl.” He whispered again and stroked himself.

You watched him as he stroked himself faster. Moaning, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down rapidly as he took himself higher. Bucky swore when he heard the wet sounds as you fingered yourself at his request. You were gasping and moaning and taking yourself higher and higher…

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum all over your pretty fingers for me…” he gasped and groaned as he felt his own release approaching.

You whined, slipping your finger in and out of your wet hole rapidly. Your own touch took you higher…and higher… and you were on the edge; right on the edge…

Bucky threw his head back and sped up, he was so close…

And then the two of you finished together;

“Oh fuck… James!” you cried out and came all over your fingers.

“Y/N… fuck!” Bucky came; gasping and moaning.

Then both of you realized what the other said. And you both froze. Did he just-

 Bucky was quiet. Chest heaving and mind a little hazy. Did he hear that right? Did you just-

 “What did you say?” you both asked one another simultaneously. And you both froze again.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky moved quickly to end the livestream and you shut your laptop at the same time then hurried to end the call. And you sat there in bed, naked and hazy from your orgasm. Your face felt hot.

What the hell just happened? And why did Bucky panic as much as you did? And how did he know your name? Or was that just a coincidence? There could be other Y/Ns in the world, right?

In the back of your head, you sort of figured out what was really happening, and what had been happening all along – but you were in denial. James couldn’t be Bucky. Right?

But the long dark hair, the same laugh… no. It couldn’t be, right?

So the hot employee of yours which you were beginning to catch feelings for, is also the hot sex-god you’ve been having private cam sessions with for months? How was that possible? Also, instead of being embarrassed; why were you lowkey excited?

 -

Bucky was equally confused. He sat there in his seat with confusion all over his face. His cheeks flushed and his mind going a mile and hour. What the hell just happened? Maybe you knew another ‘James’. He sort of figured out what was going on as well, but he refused to believe it. Not because it was a bad thing, but it was just too much to handle at the same time.

So, his boss lady that he’s been crushing on and falling for is also the hot babe he’s been having filthy, sinful private cam sessions with for months now? How?

Bucky found himself somewhat smirking. This wasn’t so bad, was it?

-

The rest of the night, you got no sleep at all. You threw both your phones as far away from you as possible and curled in bed; thinking, and thinking some more. How on Earth would you face James, or Bucky, now when you get back to work?

Would he ignore you? Or would he want to talk it out? Would it be weird between you two from now on? Then again, you’ve already slept together – multiple times in one night recently.

 Meanwhile Bucky was in the same state. He had the same questions you did. Would you distance yourself from him now? Would the fact that he’s a camboy be a turn off for you? Because it’s one thing to derive pleasure from one, and it’s another thing to date a sex worker, he thought.

But he was already falling for you. Good God, what a mess!

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You couldn’t believe how quickly Wednesday came around. Before you knew it, you were in your car and on your way to work on Wednesday morning. You did think of just not going to work today because you weren’t ready to face James. But then, you’d have to eventually.

Besides, he hadn’t called at all. Nor messaged. It was radio silence on both your ends, which made it even more frustrating. If you at least knew where he was at with this situation, you’d know what to expect when you inevitably do see him at work today. But you didn’t even know what to expect and you hated the suspense more than anything.

Luckily you didn’t see him in the elevator. Because you didn’t what to do if you were enclosed in such a small space with him. God, this is going to be one weird day…

-

Bucky was just as nervous while he was getting ready for work that day. What if you fire him? No, you wouldn’t do that. He wondered, would you still like him the same after this? Things were going to be messy in the beginning but what about after that? Fuck… he hated this suspense.  

When in the cab, he wanted to get to work and face you as soon as possible and figure out where you two stood now. But he also wanted to run. But he knew had to face you and talk this out.

He took the elevator up, and luckily you weren’t in the same one as him so that gave him a few more minutes to prep himself before he came face to face with you later, inevitably.

 Bucky was on his way to his cabin when his work phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it was a call from you. Instinctively, he lifted his head up and looked in the direction of your office. And there you were, leaning against your door and your phone pressed to your ear. And you were looking right at him.

He couldn’t read exactly what the facial expression you had on meant, but it definitely gave away that it was nothing negative. He answered the call quickly, and maintained eye contact with you as he spoke.

“Hello Y/N.” he watched how you smirked right when you heard his voice. Fuck… his heart raced as he looked at you. You looked good.

His breath hitched in his throat upon hearing your words, “Hello soldier.”

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Calico - Chapter Two

— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU , fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 2K — Rating: M — warnings: trauma, mention of past abuse.

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— chapter summary:

Y/N runs a animal shelter, Calico was built on a simple principle, to help those who were in need. What will Y/N do when her sanctuary is threatened by an unexpected hybrid?

— A/N: This is going to be a series, I’m just getting back to writing, so I’d really appreciate your input and feedback <3

Ch. 1  Ch. 3  Ch. 3.5 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6

I stumbled out of bed with a groan, it was almost noon and my hangover was killing me. Last night I was too stressed so I drowned my worries in a bottle of whisky. Why was adulting so annoying, ugh. The house was quiet, Jason had probably already gone to the shelter. I made my way to the kitchen, my zombie brain screaming for coffee. I like my coffee black and bitter, just like my soul. Kidding, I don’t have a soul. 

My phone rang somewhere in the living room. The place looked like a tornado had torn through it. The floor was covered with papers and cushions and clothes and other unidentifiable mess. What the fuck happened last night? By the time I found my phone the ringing had stopped. 28 missed calls from Jason and 2% battery ...great.  

I made my way to the exam room, the most likely place for Jason to be. It was just a five minute walk from the house. I was in my pajamas, my hair sticking out and the coffee cup in my hand. It was Sunday, I was grumpy.

There was a half-naked man sitting on the exam table, no not a man, a hybrid. His white fluffy tail was droopy. Long white ears poked from his long black hair, he desperately needed a haircut. His ears were limp on his back. There was a hole in his left ear, it was properly done but too big for a piercing. My eyes widened with realization, I’d seen that before on cattle, his previous owners must’ve tagged him. 

The hybrid showed no reaction as I went to stand beside Jason, and directly in front of him. His upper body was muscular, he had a thick neck and washboard abs. He was gorgeous. He had a strong jawline, cute eyes and a small nose. The combination of cute and sexy was deadly. His hands were clasped together and he was hunched over, trying to make himself look small, not an easy feat to achieve.  

“Y/N, this is Jungkook,” Jason introduced the hybrid. The bunny stiffened, he didn’t raise his head to look at me. What do I do? I wasn’t good with people, I preferred animals to humans.  

“Hello, I’m Y/N,” I greeted. He was sitting so still that you would think he wasn’t even there. Was he even breathing? He was still looking down. 

I looked at Jason, I didn’t know what to do. “I found him near the hatch this morning so I brought him in for a checkup.” I nodded. 

“Are you hungry? I’m practically starving!” I asked, extending a tentative hand towards the bunny, palm up. He flinched.  I kept my hand where it was. I would stand here for hours if I had to. My stubbornness knew no bounds. Minutes passed slowly, Jason was leaning on the counter perfectly at ease, he was a good actor. 

Slowly Jungkook took my hand. “Let’s go have breakfast,” I whispered, a smile on my face as I slowly led him to the kitchen. Well kitchen was an overstatement, it was a small room with six refrigerators and two freezers, most of them contained medical supplies. A sad, overused coffee machine and a small stove for “Emergency Ramen”, it was our own special recipe. 

I opened the fridge with a “No Science Allowed” poster taped to its door. I pulled out a bunch of greens to make a salad, rabbits need their greens. We always stocked the fridge for humans and the animals. I wasn’t a particularly good cook, I could cook enough to not starve but that was the extent of my cooking skills. A quick chicken salad, eggs and toast and a bunch of pancakes and breakfast was served. 

Jungkook was still standing near the door where I had left him, eyes downcast, ears flopped. I was an idiot, a massive idiot, I assumed he would sit at the table on his own. Bad Y/N! 

“Jungkook, come sit with me,” I mentally hit myself, it sounded like a command, I was terrible at this. I was used to animals, you tell them what to do, you can’t ask a dog if he’d like to sit with you, but Jungkook was a person. I can be an animal therapist but humans? They were beyond me. I didn’t know how to get to him.  

He sat at the table. I pushed the food in front of him, expecting him to eat, another mistake. Hybrids are supposed to obey, they don't do things on their own. I was supposed to tell him what to do. I wanted to pound my head on the table. Stupid Y/N. 

“What would you like to eat?” I asked in the gentlest voice possible, at least I hoped it was gentle. 

 No response.  

“Go on this is all for you,” I tried to be encouraging. 

 Nothing.

 “Tell you what, if you finish your breakfast, I’ll give you a treat,” his ears twitched. He tentatively picked up a fork and started eating. His movements were small, he barely made any noise as he chewed but at least he was eating. 

I was still confuzzled, it is a word, a made up word, but then again all words are made up words. Confused and puzzled. I had no idea how to approach him, do I treat him like a human or a rabbit. The ‘treat’ card worked but will it work every time? He was taking small bites, I wondered if the food tasted bad. Maybe I forgot to add sugar to the pancakes? Did I forget to season the salad? I sighed internally. He needed a proper meal but sadly, Jason and I were terrible cooks. We lived on take-outs and ramen. Maybe it was time to learn how to cook.

I stood up, he froze. I had to get him used to people. I ignored his stiff posture as I walked to one of the freezers and pulled out a container that held my favorite ice cream. It was ‘ice cream for breakfast’ kind of day. I didn’t bother with bowls, two spoons and I was back in my seat. 

“You know this is my absolute favorite ice cream in the entire world. It's called Chocolate Brownie Fudge with Marshmallows. It's like a little piece of heaven in a plastic container,” I offered him a spoon. He looked at it as if it was going to bite him. “Go on, it's your treat!” I encouraged with a grin. It was meant to be a small smile but he was too cute and the ice cream made me happy. 

I dug into the ice cream as if my life depended on it. Jungkook watched me curiously, the spoon still in his hand. He hadn’t finished his breakfast but it was a start. For me, it was Sunday, the day where I threw caution to the wind and ate what I wanted. He hesitantly took a spoonful of ice cream, watching me as if I was going to pull the container away from him and tell him it was a joke. 

As soon as the spoon touched his tongue his eyes lit up like christmas. “Amazing isn’t it?” I asked, taking another bite. He nodded excitedly. Apparently he had a sweet tooth. I pushed the ice cream towards him and watched him devour the whole thing in minutes. God he was adorable!

I settled down on the couch in my office, I desperately needed a shower but that’d have to wait. Jason had taken Jungkook back to our house, he was going to stay in the guest room for the time being. It's not like I was going to put him in the hybrid shelter building, nobody deserved that and he couldn’t stay as a rabbit forever. 

I had a file in front of me, a file on Jungkook. All hybrids are installed with a microchip and registered in the hybrid database as soon as they are born ...or rather created in the labs. Hybrids couldn’t procreate, they were made in labs owned by big corporations. Jason had scanned Jungkooks microchip, the file contained everything about his life.

He was created in Corebear Tech’s lab and sold at the age of six to a wealthy family as a pet for their son. He was sent back to the company when he was twelve because he had grown too big for a rabbit hybrid. Corebear Tech then sold him to Apexi Pharmaceuticals and I guess that’s where Yonu found him.

I felt …I didn’t know what I felt. Maybe a sense of defeat. Jungkook was twenty-three, he was in that lab for eleven years. He was just one year younger than me. I was lost. I couldn’t even imagine what he must’ve gone through. There was no way I was going to let Apexi take him back. I called Song Hwa and gave her the file. After all we had evidence to collect and a case to build.

“Not this again!!” I ran through the front door as soon as I smelled smoke in our kitchen. Jason was standing in front of the stove fanning a pot with a newspaper. 

“I was cooking rice, I don’t know what happened,” he said opening the windows.

I took a peek, the rice was black, utterly totally burnt. “Jason …you’re supposed to add water to cook it…”

“Oh,” Jason loved to cook, the problem was he just couldn’t. I was 200% sure that he was cursed by some evil witch. The moment Jason tries to cook, all hell breaks loose.  

“You’re on clean-up duty,” I grumbled. At least it wasn’t that bad, the cake incident was still fresh in my mind. Once upon a time, when we still lived in our dorm, Jason decided to bake a cake …in a pressure cooker. Needless to say, it was a disaster. The cooker blew up, damaging half the kitchen. Thankfully no one was injured.

I softly knocked on the guestroom door. Jungkook had spent the whole day in his room, not that I blamed him. New place, new people, it was bound to be scary.

“Hey Jungkook, you want to come out for dinner?” I asked. I could deliver him ramen to his room if he wanted but I hoped he’d come out and eat with us. Yes, we were having ramen, Jason and I still lived as we had lived in our dorm, the only difference was our house was nicer and we had a garden.

Jungkook opened the door, he hadn’t locked it. He scrunched his nose as soon as he stepped out. The house was full of burnt smell from Jason’s cooking adventure. The smell must be stronger for him.

“Yeah, Jason tried to cook rice. Pro tip, never eat the food that Jason makes, he’s a terrible cook. Do you want to come eat with us?” I asked. I got a small nod in return.

“Let’s gooooo!! Do you like ramen? We have a really good recipe, well its nothing special, we just throw in some bacon and rice cakes and of course a fuckton of cheese,” I rambled as he followed me to the dining table. “You can never go wrong with cheese, unless you’re Jason,” Jason made protesting noises, I rolled my eyes at him.

Dinner was a bit awkward. Jason and I kept trying to make Jungkook talk but it didn’t work. The poor bunny hadn’t spoken a single word since he’d arrived at Calico. The only thing we got out of him were small nods and silence. I wondered if we should consult a therapist. He was human after all and he needed help.

I heard a sharp gasp from my left. Jungkook’s eyes were huge, he was frozen in his chair. He had accidently knocked the salt shaker off the table.

“I’m so..sorry. Please don’t punish me. I’ll do anything,” his voice was so small, it made my heart ache.

“Oh honey no!” I said as I held his hands. “It was an accident. You remember what I told you? This is a safe space, you’ll never be punished here. I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?” I was mentally cursing myself for holding his hands on impulse. What if he didn’t like people invading his personal space? My worries were put to rest as he squeezed my hands.

“Okay,” he said in the smallest voice.

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Lyzzie’s Escapist Fantasies - Choice Upon Choice

**New series!  - New twist on interactive stories **

What I love most about writing erotica and posting it on Tumblr is that I sometimes get to meet incredible people. Diving into their desires is always a trip for me and devilishly arousing.

I’ve had the pleasure of diving with a wicked little friend for more than a year now and her special brand of pleasures never fails to get a rise…

From my creative self of course.

She is truly a wonder, we can talk about abstract mundane things and suddenly switch to an erotic scene where we ‘escape’ into a world of pure erotic fantasy. Almost like a spontaneous hypnosis session!

But there is nothing hypnotic about our journeys. We simply slip into that parallel universe where everything is possible. I call that fantastical world my creative space.

She calls it her escapist fantasies…

This new series is just like my Interactive stories. But this time around, there won’t be a comprehensive web of intrigue to follow and uncover as the tale unfolds. Our constant slips into the fantasy world has created a new type of game I started to play with her.  She loves to escape and experience scenes with wildly different personalities, so I created Elizabeth.

Much like my friend, she is very grounded and charming, but somewhere along the way, she found herself becoming the target of a mystery man. She doesn’t know how or why, but every time she receives a message from him, she finds herself unable to care about who he is or how he knows her.

Elizabeth isn’t even sure if the mystery man is real or just some other fantasy her mind has created. All she knows for sure is that her dreams have become a little too real to be just dreams.

They feel more like the real world than some floaty dream where details get blurred and you are only left with strong emotions as you awaken. These intense dreams make her experience every sensation… Every thought…

Every orgasm…

It could all be because Elizabeth has developed a way of remembering her dreams, but she knows that’s not the case.

Why?

Because every time she awakens from those dreams, she feels like she’s been somewhere else. And more accurately… SOMEONE else.

Furthermore…

She can’t help but feel like her strange realistic sex dreams are somehow related to the strange anonymous texts she keeps receiving and curiously ignoring. Why would she bother with them anyway?

They’re always from some random phone number she never seems to be able to remember or care about.

But maybe she should since strangely enough, she always seems to get them around the same time.

Every Friday night...

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Elizabeth

I’m not quite sure why my Friday evenings went from extended happy hours spent enjoying my social life to nights spent indulging myself in overdue rest and relaxation at home. It just… Did…

And for some strange reason, every time one of my friends brought it up in conversation, it didn’t faze or worry me at all. Even when some would let it slip that I had somehow broken a promise to meet or chat over the weekend.

I would just apologize and shrug, saying I had too many things to do at home. My friends were always understanding and I would make it up to them during the week. And sometimes over the next weekend too…

When I could spare the time from…

Something…

Regardless.

After I finished cleaning the kitchen and took a long steamy shower, I went to my bedroom, like every other Friday night it seems, to go and relax while I caught up on my reading. I saw my phone and instinctively went to check if I had any missed calls or messages.

The moment my screen lit up, I felt this quiet sort of blankness as I noticed that yet again, some random number had texted me. How many times has it been now? I sighed and went through the motions of deletin….

Of readin…

Of watchin…

* You are compelled to choose one of the following objects. It will decide how you experience your weekend. You will not remember reading these lines. You will only obey and send me your answer. You will not remember sending me a reply and will ignore this conversation as soon as you hit send.

1 – An old notebook with ‘TM’s Diaries” written on the cover

2 – A pink Stapler

3 – An empty Wine glass. *

My fingers moved on their own : The notebook.

I blinked a few times and sighed. These texts are really weird… But then again…

Who cares about this random text? I rolled my eyes and went through the motions of deleting it. Not thinking twice about the fact that my phone needed to suddenly be plugged in to charge.

My eyes stung as the weariness of my week suddenly seemed to make me so sleepy.

As I got into my comfy bed, I mused about the fact that maybe that was the reason I never went out for happy hour anymore.

My work week was just too exhausting and I needed to get to bed early.

I just NEEDED to.

So I did.

And to my utter joy, sleep found me almost as soon as I closed my eyes and let my head fall on my fluffy pillow…

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