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vcill · 2 years ago

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Heya 🫰🏻

Could I request something like "What the brothers would say to you to get you into the mood"?

I love your writing and am very curious about your ideas 👀

Thanks for requesting!

Lucifer:

He's the devil for a reason.

Would act the complete opposite then how he's usually does in bed.

If you have a praise kink, time to go crazy!!

Starts off innocent, probably asks you to sit on his lap and tell him about your day.

Will listen to every word, if you say you did well on test he'll tell you how proud he is to be able to be with someone so smart and pretty/handsome.

If it's the opposite, and you ended up failing, instead of one of his many lectures, he tells you it's okay and he'll give you extra help next time.

Slowly starts to rub your thigh or back as you continue giving you kisses here and there.

Hums in acknowledgment as you continue on about your day. Probably moves you from his desk towards his bed.

Lays you down on your stomach and will tells you it's a massage but the slick bastard won't say what kind.

You'll definitely find out once his cold his slip down in to your clothes and start toying with you .

Tells you to keep talking as he continues, if you asked what he's done the only response is: "Don't worry about it sweet thing, why don't you continue where you left off, hm?"

Next thing you know, he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow while still making you tell him about your day, if you stop, he stops.

If you ended up not doing too well in the school day, its a slap on the ass for each thing that you told him.

Pretty much is just comforting then uses it against you.

This is pretty much one of the "softer" ways he gets you in the mood, even if you somehow don't catch on right away.

Mammon:

Once again, Mammon did something to get in trouble. If it wasn't with Lucifer, then probably the witches, or his brothers- maybe even Diavalo.

Regardless, this is probably the right time this week and it wasn't even Wednesday day.

Even Lucifer was shocked how much trouble the second one was being.

After another lecture, Mammon showed up to your room still in a pouty mood from earlier.

The least he wanted was another lecture, which is why before you could even start, he cut you off.

"How 'bout we make a deal, yeah?"

Now you know better then to make deals with him, considering all the other times he made one with that had you ended up being stuffed full and exhausted.

But if it could stop his behavior, then so be it.

For the next 7 days, he acted like an angel. Being nice to his brothers, paying off some debt. Even studying. (Everyone was shocked, even you)

But the real action was when he was with you.

"Ya like it when I'm a good boy, right?"

Acts so submissive and even asks and begs you to do things that he would never had done before.

"Promise I'll be good, I'll always be good for ya, I'm your little mambaby ain't I?"

If you're into it, he'll add a bit of mommy/daddy kink into the mix.

But of course with him m acting like this, how could you not want to treat him let me a good boy?

Always asks if you want him touch, lick , suck or bite a certain part of you, and when you say yes, you think you see Simeon in the purgatory hall.

Of course he totally wasn't trying to plan this. Totally.

Leviathan:

Roleplay all the way with this man.

I feel like this is the only time where he REALLY feels confident.

Starts off with something corny, probably from a video game like "The mighty prince Leviathan, has once again slain the dragon. Now to find the princess/princess!"

You'll be laying on his bed, striking a dramatic pose "Thank you thy knight! For saving me, you shall receive a special award."

"I am glad my great efforts receive such praise, I'll do my best to serve your highness"

Honestly you two being very silly and goofy but turned on nonetheless.

While giggling, he kissing your neck while le giving you a few special marks, calls them protection stamps. (IDK what to call them just something goofy 😭)

Puts you before him, will kiss every part of you and go down, while he does he describes every part of you in such great detail.

"Your majesty brings me such bliss."

"Will the knight let me sit on my throne?''

"You own everything in this kingdom my prince/princess, take what's yours."

The confidence surge in him would be so hot, he's making sure you are definitely treated as a royal should be. Maybe even more then Barbatos treats Diavolo.

Other roleplays could as be a masquerade ball where you two fuck as strangers but turns out you know each other all along.

Forbidden lovers, needing to stay quiet to not get caught.

Or as if you were trapped in a video game, and new to fuck to get out. (This one might actually happen knowing him).

He's a silly stinky otaku but we love him 💕

Satan:

A little similar to Levi.

Maybe after reading a spicy/romance book he gets into the mood.

Starts off quoting after certain books he's read to see if you remember.

When you repeat the other half correctly, he gets so turned on for some reason. If you don't remember he still will but not in the same way. (Sadistic and Satan both start with a S for a reason.)

Depending on if you answer, he'll continue on, the part he's reciting most likely from a smut.

"They lay there, with not a care in the world, unknowing of what the creature lurking might do."

Even if you are getting fucked mercilessly, you still have lines to say!!

"They moaned the creature fucking Them better then any human could."

(Spoiler alert: They love the monster 🤭)

If not roleplay, he'll have your read the book instead, making sure to exactly get to the spicy part.

While you read it aloud, he starts touching you. Slowly rubbing up and down your area, may even go down on you while you read it.

Better yet does the same thing you describe in the book. If the creature is throat fucking the MC, get prepared.

Every single position you also find yourself in, some of these you never knew even existed, but can't help but to moan like a fucking animal.

If the book had pictures, you would match it completely once you were done reading.

He'll continue reading until he gets to another smutty part, in which it's your turn to read.

And mostly likey get your brains fucked out. 👌🏾

Asmodeus:

Ooo boy

When is he not trying to turn you on?

Asmo has a very very high sex drive, which is obvious with how many past partners he's had.

Cause of this, y'all are pretty much fucking 24/7.

Isn't afraid to hide when he wants you, you could be sitting at the dinner table and he'll make direct eye contact while licking a spoon a little to lewdly.

Moans a little too hard when eating a dish and saying it's good. Leans over over gives you a bite too, making sure it gets on your cheek for him to lick away.

If you decide to tease him back, his horniness go up 100x.

After dinner pretend not to remember what happened at the dinner table and go to his room as normal only to get pinned to the wall in a second.

"Mc, I'm so hungry, maybe even hungrier then beel"

Go ahead and let him get that desert, extra cream too please!

Switches and you'll be sucking him off messily. drool and slobber everywhere and loud sucking noise filling the room.

"Mc, your so nasty I love it."

Cums on your face, with some getting on his torso, will look at you with the most innocent eyes and ask you to clean him up.

Whines so much whenever you ride him, gripping onto your hips hard, begging for you to go faster.

He'll sound like he just came out of a hentai, saying things that surprisingly, you only got to hear.

But never ever neglect him for too long, as bold as he is, he'll get even bolder.

In a meeting with Diavolo instead of being with him? Don't worry, he'll tell a good excuse on why you should be with him instead. Maybe even invites the demon prince.

(100% think he talks dirty to you in other languages, whatever language it is, is your choice!)

Beezlebub:

Innocent baby that doesn't realize he's a complete beast in bed. (He does a lil)

Food play doesn't always have to come in here, a lot of times it's whenever you guys are alone together.

Can be very blunt. Just makes eye contact with you and asks "Can I fuck you?"

Or if he wants to be more romantic, he'll get on his knees and rest on your thighs, purring against them. Leaves a few hickies too.

Sucks you off/eats you out always talking about how good you feel.

Now this is where food play can come in. Maybe gets some honey, chocolate syrup, icing. (Icing works best for clean-up imo.)

Licks and slurps it off so messily, moans in delight when he taste your cum in the mix.

"m'still hungry mc, spread it a little more, please?''

Pulls your legs as far as they can to keep licking down there, his tongue can also get longer as he please, so definitely hits all those spots.

When he puts his dick into you, it's a messy make out session. Left over syrup falling from both of your lips, drool dripping down your chins, beel has never felt so full before.

"Mc, you got something on your chest, don't worry, I'll get it for you."

He gets it all right, maybe even does a little bit of a deep clean too.

Tbh, all he needs to do is look at you with those pleading, seemingly innocent eyes and you'll be gone in seconds.

Belphegor:

Since he sleeps a lot, his sex drive won't be high but that doesn't mean he ain't needy.

Ironically, when you're the one sleeping, he's horny.

Can do dream manipulation imo. goes into whatever dream you're having and changes it up a bit to have him in there.

It's a weird one, you're back in the human world in your room about to take a nap, until Belphie comes from under it and grab onto your legs.

"You're not tired yet, are you?"

"It's not fair if you're sleeping and not me, help fall asleep too?"

Slowly you start to wake up as Belphie moves inside of you. Moaning into your ear. You're gonna help him, right?

While he thrusts, you mumble sleepy the words "I'll help you" over and over.

When you cum, he complains," it's not fair that I didn't get to cum yet, so why should you sleep?"

Overstimulates you like crazy, when you start to get a little loud he ask how is he supposed to fall asleep with all the noise.

If you're too quiet, he says he can't call asleep without a little noise in the room.

"m'getting tired, you go on top so I can rest."

Will sit back and seemingly fall asleep while you do the work bouncing up and down.

If you try to stop thinking he's sleep, he thrusts up telling you he isn't done yet and to continue.

"Belphie, I'm tried, can we please continue later?"

"We have school in the morning, mc. I can't go to school without sleep, can I?"

Younger sibling brattiness sure is kicking in right now.

"If you don't want to help anymore, I'll just get beel to help you."

Last time that happened, you couldn't even go to RAD in the morning, to tired and numb to walk.

So go ahead and help little Belphie sleep, okay? It's better when you both fall asleep anyway.

#beelzebub x reader #belphie x reader #leviathan x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me x chubby reader #obey me x female reader #obey me x gn!reader #satan x reader #mammon smut #obey me headcannons #obey me smut #obey me levithan #obey me satan

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fatallyaddictedtofiction · 3 months ago

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Im just gonna allow myself to yap about supernatural and see where destiny takes me. SIDENOTE IF U WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS WITH ME LITERALLY PLEASE I WANT TO PLEASE INTERACT WITH ME.

Okay first of all im starting with the start (s1+2). BEST LIGHTING TO MOOD EVER EVER EVER. Like you want dark scary monsters??? ITS THERE. I remember there being a reason they changed the lighting (smugly: yes i listen to the podcast) but i CANT REMEMBER. The characterisation of the macho eldest son coded scared eldest daughter Dean is unreal and parallel in epicness to repressed queer allegory something is inherently wrong with him little brother. The brief moments of emotional vulnerability. Dont get me STARTED on Dean's monologue in the s2 finale i'll start crying. It's crazy how rude john is to Dean like excuse me he raised your kid and now ur bitching about him? Try saying thank you for once. I think the only reason john actually said im proud of you was because he realised when azazel said it dean was like "ur not my dad" and to john it was a little "oh shit" moment. Sam has every right to be angry but every time he gets angry at dean something in me shatters a little because deans trying so hard for himself and sam and sam doesnt know who or how to lash out (emotional dysregulation baybee) so aims for deans jugular like nooo honeyyyy noooooo. This era was the best sam in my opinion.

Rest of the show down here:

Onto S3-5. Cant remember jack about season 3. Season 4 CASTIEL MY BELOVED MY LIGHT MY LIFE MY REASON FOR LIVING. Absolutely loved everything about Weird Cas and i wanted more of him why did they have to domesticate him. His and Deans dynamic was impeccable and yk something??? I wanted to see Dean in hell torturing people i wanted to see it on his face how much he hated that he enjoyed it and i wanted to see Cas' face at watching the righteous man lose. Like the best we got was Yellow Fever GOD I LOVED THAT bit when he was hallucinating the book and it said "you gonna cry?" Like so many people think thats a funny episode but it makes me so sad because he is DYING and from such a young age hes been told to stow it away, lock it down to the point hes HALLUCINATING IT. Cas falling for dean. Im sorry i just. They are the best love story. LUCIFER. He was scarier back then, but i do love later seasons lucy too. Something about the peeling skin and the "we will always end up right here" just slapped. ENDVERSE EPSIODE god so good can we just take a moment to think about it. Okay cool thanks okay. Demon blood Sam arc was fun but had unfulfilled potential. Cant give you specifcs rn its late and my brain needs to get this all out so if you know you know. The whole meta stuff with Chuck was eh until he was confirmed as god and then i was like duuude the faint strings of marionettes are glistening in the sunrise like how do we know --- im getting ahead of myself.

S6-11. I know, its a big chunk. But basically the whole thing could be renamed "Crowley's unrequited love story". Cas and crowley were the best duo i almost forgot like they are genuinely so funny together and i bet it would be great to be tortured by them UMM THE BETRAYAL i honestly loved Cas' episode the only thing i didn't like was how the reveal itself was done like... Idk just a bit... Kryptonite???? Anywho i Loved the tension between Dean and Cas DEAN LOOKED BACK. Um leviathans were my favourite monster but they became so dumbbbb after washing up liquid killed them. BOBBYS EPISODE ALWAYS MAKES ME SOB MY EYES OUT "i raised two boys and they became heroes" allow me to DIE. Also damn impressed a shot to the head didnt take him down but it was lovely to see Deans first world, first solid rock properly crumble around him (forgetting john okay he wasnt a healthy rock) . PURGATORY DEAN JDJSJDJDJD kill me please his fight or flight mode was SO. So sad we didnt get more of purgatory like i would pay to see more i would kill probably but we'll overlook that. Benny my beloved. They definitely all got together Cas included like who wouldnt at that point. Smth i didnt like is how wheneer they went back to purgatory, unlike how dean described it "360 battle 24/7" or some shit like that it was EMPTY. Like please,, i know the plot needs convenience BUT PURGATORY ISNT SUPPOSED TO BE CONVENIENT. But dean recrafting his own memories to make himself believe that he failed to save Cas rather than what he perceived as Cas giving up on him- hang on i dropped my jaw somewhere, gimme a sec i need to go find it-- LIKE. HHHH. The whole mind control shit going on with Cas because his ties to Dean had been severed (saw a post about that and loved it but cant rmb it) and HIM BEING THE ONE TO BREAK IT. The crypt scene mmmm i love. Want more. Mark of Cain dean was literally my favourite. A violent, mentally unstable man who also has bad mental health and is often covered in blood? Yes pls. Cas being with him every step of the way. I havent mentioned Sam in a while. Hes just kind of been there. Hate that he slowly became 2D. Far away in the background hes got his worried expression and is rocking, saying "Dean? Dean? Cas? Jack? Dean?" Like writers why did u strip his personality except for worry. Do Not get me started on the whole Amelia thing ill stab someone. But yeah cas saying he'll watch dean murder the world is my universe :). If someone said that to me id say "omg really?" And develop a huge fat crush (somehow). CHARLIE DYING WAS AN ABOMINATION When they brought back Eileen why not charlie like. Dont bring characters back at this point because theres all sorts of issues grr. Amara was cool af but i didnt like the whole amara x dean stuff because it was just weird. Luciferrrrr hes so girlypop i love him DEAN DIDNT KNOW IT WASNT CAS but thats only because lucy purposefully wore less clothes around him to distract him.

S12-14. Im running out of steam. MARYYY. It hurt to see Sam get along with Mary becsuse he never knew her as anything else while all dean wanted was a mom and that wasnt who she really was anymore. He loved her so much but couldnt break through that barrier of "it wasnt the perfect marriage until after she died" vibes. God that scene in s5 where its suggested dean saw +/ smelled what happened to Mary and he was literally backing himself into a corner BROKE me. Havent mentioned the Wayward sisters but please know they are so important to me they are my everything. Jack is also. Loved Kelly, very sad she had to die. Wanted Jack to be a baby but thats not good for television is it. But i love Jack so much hes such a sweetie who can kill with a thought. Alternate universe michael and Michael!Dean was epic af but michael dying like that was so anticlimactic gonna be honest i think they were just reaching for ways to lose Jacks soul. Garth GARTH!!! Hes so cute. I loved all those "hand recorded" episodes btw like ghostfacers and that one teen wolf type stuff. Dean hiding in his room is so me. Free Will Theory is so fucked up at this point ur sat there saying gods been pulling the strings this whole time and i supposed to be okay with it?? I so get why deans angry but i definitely think thats something Chuck emphasised (crappy excuse for crappy writing) to an extreme level because WHAT. Like dude. I cant even describe how out of character he felt at some times.

S15. Currently rewatching and cant rmb much of it. 3 characters dead in the first 3 episodes. They either kill off all side characters or we dont hear from them at all to tie up or shove away loose ends. I cant even talk abiut the finale please i cant rn im way too tired. It straight up didnt need to exist, it could've only been 19 eps. Cas. Castiel. He did want you my darling.

#okay im done and gonna go pass out #spn meta #spn thoughts #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #spn rant #spn #destiel #dean supernatural #sam and dean #deancas #castiel supernatural

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eldritchaccident · 1 year ago

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Timing: While Leviathan was Away(tm) Location: Axis Investigations Feat: @faustianbroker (as Gabagool), @mortemoppetere, & @eldritchaccident Warnings: Alcoholism tw (mention) Summary: Everyone's favorite gossip demon spends some time at Emilio's

Beady little mismatched eyes peeked up over the edge of the table, narrowing into slits when they saw the unattended phone sitting there. The badalisc hunkered down, wiggled his butt, and then leaped onto the table, claws skittering on the wooden top and adding to the scratches that already marred its surface.

Paw pads slapped at the phone, the creature finding himself thankful that the horrible man his master had left him with didn’t value security, unlocking it to a familiar sort of screen. He knew what the phone button looked like and nosed that, staring at the recent calls screen.

Shit, he didn’t know Teddy’s number. Or how to spell their name. Shit.

Oh well.

Starting from the top down, Gabagool started calling every number that had been incoming or outgoing, immediately bitching about being picked up when someone answered, not bothering to wait and hear if it was Teddy. Eventually it was, though, and the lesser demon heaved a relieved sigh.

“I’ve called like twenty people, Teddy! Come pick me up! This jackoff isn’t even giving me my daily serving of lamb! This is bullshit!” he hollered into the phone, sounding on the verge of hysterics.

—

When he’d agreed to this gig, it had seemed like easy money. After all, Emilio had once been the father of a newborn who required next to no sleep and had enhanced senses informing her of every movement her parents made in the next room. How hard could any babysitting gig be in comparison to that?

He wasn’t sure if it was the years separating him from fatherhood or the fact that Levi’s badalisc was just a fucking nightmare, but he was beginning to think Gabagool was worse than a slayer toddler had ever been. He wasn’t even cute, the way Flora had been. He was just annoying.

So when Emilio came into the kitchen to find the little monster on his phone, it ticked him off a little bit.

“Give me that,” he snapped, marching across the room as quickly as he was able and snatching the phone out of the little beast’s grubby hands. “Who the fuck are you calling? Stay away from my shit, man.” He glanced down at the caller ID, groaning at the name he saw there and hanging up as quickly as he could. With any luck, nothing of the call had gone through at all. He and Teddy might be on steadier ground now than they’d been before, but the last thing he wanted was for them to have something like this to hole over his damn head. “I told you, I’m not buying fucking lamb. There’s food here. Just eat that.”

—

The call had gone through, and had the slayer been listening to his surroundings more than just the whiny whims of the badalisc, he might have heard the quiet, raspy, and always just a little curiously eager voice on the other end far closer than he would have imagined. Definitely far closer than he would have liked. Teddy was practically right outside the slayer’s door when the call came. Teddy didn’t even know that Levi had left the precious baby with Emilio of all people. And you know what, Teddy was a bit offended by that. Clearly the detective wasn’t doing a stellar job.

Timing it just-so for maximum effect, Teddy waited until the clamor died down inside the apartment, then knocked a pleasantly annoying tune on the old painted wood.

—

Gabs hissed at Emilio as he snatched the phone away, scrabbling his paws on the table in a defiant little dance. “I’m calling for help! I need help! This is abuse!” he howled, leaping down from the table and tearing back into the living room.

“Your food is shit, poor man! I want lamb! Get me lamb! Leviathan makes me lamb! It makes lamb for me every night!” As he sucked in a deep breath to continue wailing, he heard the knock and clammed right up. His ears flicked toward the door, followed by his big head, and that massive mouth split into a toothy grin. “Teds? TEDS?! Oh! Oh!” He could smell them already, bounding over to the door and skittering in tight circles.

“Get the door, sourpuss! I don’t have fucking thumbs.”

—

A knock at the door, the subtle scent of sulfur and soap that was becoming more familiar than Emilio would care to admit. The detective groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. How the fuck had Teddy even gotten here so quickly? He glared at the little demon as it took off for the living room, clambering after it quickly enough to make his leg ache. “Maybe I find out what badalisc tastes like, hm? I’ll show you abuse, you little shit.”

Another knock, and the demon was running to the door on its stupid, too fast legs. Emilio stomped after it, though he made no move towards the doorknob. “One second,” he called through the door. “I gotta put something in the microwave first!” He made a grab for Gabagool as he said it, making it pretty clear what he intended to put in the microwave. He wouldn’t turn it on or anything. He just thought the demon might be quieter in there, was all.

—

The micro– Oh NO. Without another word Teddy barged into the apartment, not waiting for any kind of invitation. What were they, a vampire? Was that even… Not the time Teds. There was a little furball being scooped up by an abrasive detective and clearly he needed saving. The taller demon didn’t even stop to close the door behind them as they swept into the apartment like a tidal wave.

“Hey– hey! No cooking the baby!” Demons, despite popular belief, were not fireproof. Or radiation proof for that matter. Video games got it wrong. (Though, not too many had tested the microwave method.) With one fluid motion Teddy carefully dropped the basket of things they had brought with them, and scooped up the little furball the way he liked to be held. “Hell’s wrong with you?” Clearly not directed at Gabagool, the very best demon in the world.

—

Gabagool had just started up a rather shrill wail when Teddy came barging inside, scrambling to get away from Emilio as the hunter’s hands gripped his fur with malicious intent, only to be scooped up by the other demon and cradled protectively in their arms.

“He was gonna cook me! He was gonna eat me, Teds!” the badalisc whined, covering his eyes with his front legs, in a dramatic show of fear. “When does Leviathan come home? I want Leviathan back! And I want my lamb!”

—

Stupid broken lock. Teddy barged in before Emilio could make good on any of his threats, snatching the wretched little demon out of his hands and holding it like it was a baby instead of the worst thing Emilio had ever had to put up with in his life. He preferred the vampire who’d gotten the drop on him in Mexico six years ago to this thing, even if he’d been mostly dead by the time Rhett finally found him and dragged him back home. He’d like to be mostly dead right now, he thought. If he were mostly dead, he wouldn’t be babysitting a sea monster’s badalisc. It’d probably be peaceful.

Glaring at the badalisc as Teddy spoke, Emilio nodded. “No, no, you’re right,” he said. “I shouldn’t cook him in the microwave. I’m sorry about that. Really. The oven would work a lot better.” He made another grab for Gabagool, though it was a half-assed attempt at best. He wasn’t really going to put the little shit in the oven, but he’d like to spook it into acting a little less annoying.

Still glaring, Emilio turned his attention to Teddy. “Wait, how the fuck did you get here so quick. And what — You brought a basket? I’m not cooking lamb for this thing.”

—

There was a lot of mental gymnastics going on behind those ruby red glasses. Teddy tried their best to soothe the frantic demon in their arms with scritches right behind his ears, the way Gabs liked. If Leviathan trusted Emilio to take care of Gabagool, he had to know. But how much? Levi knew he was a hunter, even went as far as to say that was a reason to not 'hang around' the slayer. The middlest Jones squinted, boring their eyes into Emilio as if all his secrets would spill if they just stared hard enough. But they weren't a badalisc. Just the pudgy ball of sass still wiggling about in Ted's arms.

"I was summoned." They replied flatly, lying outright for once. Another sort of test, gauge his response, see where he lands. "The basket isn't for Gabs." Would they explain what it was for? No. Detective Danger over there could figure it out his damn self. "I did door dash us some ingredients though. This place does have a stove right?" Cooking for Gabagool was always a treat for Teddy. Where Leviathan gobbled up anything the lad made, happily, greedily, Gabs had a discerning palate. Made Ted feel like they were on a cooking competition show. Made them want to make fancy things. "Braised lamb and carbonara, okay Gabs?"

—

Positively melting at the suggestion, Gabagool relaxed in Teddy's arms. "Ohh, that sounds heavenly," he sighed, reaching for his back paws with the front pair, throwing Emilio a faux smile as he did his best to appear as cute as possible. "See, garbage man, this is how you treat a guest! You're getting paid a ridiculous amount of money to take care of me… you could try a little harder."

Seemingly done with his tantrum now that Teddy had arrived, he wiggled to be put back down, standing stock still as Perro entered the living room to see what the commotion was. The two had a five second stare-off before Gabs huffed and scurried over to him, initiating play much like if he was a dog himself.

—

Kiss ass, Emilio thought, continuing to glare silently at Gabagool as he twisted and relaxed in Teddy’s arms. Acting like he hadn’t been a little shit the entire time he’d been here. Now Teddy probably thought he was some kind of an asshole who’d been tormenting the stupid thing. Not that Emilio cared, of course. Who gave a shit what Teddy Jones thought of him?

He shoved his hands into his pockets as Gabs ran off to play with Perro. The dog, at least, was thrilled with the temporary addition to the household. Emilio turned his attention to the basket Teddy had brought, rifling through it. Groceries, like they’d told Gabs, sure. But other things, too. “Why are you walking around with a basket full of candles and shit? And did — You’re kidding. Right? About the summoning.” Levi made it sound a hell of a lot harder to summon a demon. Emilio shook his head, straightening back up and nudging the basket towards the door with his foot. “Whatever. That thing doesn’t deserve… whatever you said you were gonna make him. He’s a prick.” He said it loudly enough for Gabagool to hear, shooting another vague glare in the smaller demon’s direction. “We don’t need any help here. Tell your dad that everything’s fine.”

—

“The candles are for something else that I said I’d do. I’m just here to do it.” Teddy didn’t answer the second part. Simply smiled and raised their brows as they brushed past, searching for the kitchen they were not invited to use. They passed by the playing creatures with a pleasant hum. It was actually pretty nice to see the little demon getting along with another animal, even if that one couldn’t talk up a storm the way Gabs could. “If you think you don’t need help you’re in denial. Did pops not tell you that Gabagool could make rumors come true? You gotta treat him like the little prince that he is, and he’ll be a wonderful house guest. Plus, he likes the Golden Girls. That tip’s for free.” One big grin and the demon disappeared behind the wall.

Teddy didn’t know what they were expecting to find in the kitchen, but it was somehow both better and worse than they thought it’d be. But– serviceable. Enough. Just a bit of light scrubbing before they got to work. Something they’d probably have to do before setting up any wards or rituals anyway, if they wanted the chalk to stick long enough for it to work. Ted’s phone chimed lightly, letting them know the dasher was coming up to drop off the ingredients that they’d need, but Ted had brought some stuff with them. Were they planning on making dinner here anyway? Maybe. Would they say it’s just cause the rituals would take some time, and doing magic on an empty stomach was never a good idea? Yes.

“Do you at least have a sauteé pan?”

—

Hearing Teddy talking up his abilities, the lesser demon allowed a smug smirk to settle over his animalistic features, replacing the scowl that’d been directed right back at Emilio only moments ago.

Headbutting Perro gently to end their play, the badalisc trotted into the kitchen after Teddy, bumping hard into Emilio’s leg as he went, his stump of a tail held as high in the air as it could be. “And gosh, wouldn’t it be a shame if I’d heard that both your knees were bad? Or that you were terribly, terribly sick? That would be so sad for you!” The threat, while lighthearted, was… probably serious.

“A man without a sauteé pan? You see what I’ve been dealing with, Teddums? This is an outrage.”

—

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Emilio wracked his mind as Teddy brushed by him, trying to remember if the demon had promised (or perhaps threatened?) to do anything around his apartment. There’d been talks of rituals to ease the curse, sure, but the curse was over now, wasn’t it? Sure, he still woke up in a cold sweat with his own voice in his head, echoing the thought that had rattled through his mind when he put that blade in Lucio’s gut, but that was no different than the dreams of his old living room back in Etla that still plagued him, or the way he sometimes swore he spotted Flora in a crowd. Not a supernatural thing, not really; just the broken mind of a broken man.

Deciding that whatever was happening in the kitchen was more important than the basket on the floor, Emilio turned to follow Teddy in that direction, shooting Gabagool a glare at the threat. “I’ll feed you to a goat,” he hissed in Spanish, figuring Teddy couldn’t judge him for a threat they wouldn’t understand. Turning back to the slightly more tolerable demon, he said, “I have a pan. It’s on the fridge.” It was not, of course, a sauteé pan, though Emilio was unaware that there was any kind of a difference. “If your little monster starts making things come true about me, I’m going to kick it,” he added.

—

If anyone was gonna spill the beans that Teddy knew Spanish it was going to be Gabagool, but there was definitely more dirt to unpack from that pile. So the demon just looked over at the badalisc, looked back at the food they were preparing and gave a rather knowing look to the little gossip monger. Gabs had been in the family long enough to know the scheming face of Teddy Jones.

“Speaking in tongues is usually the thing that demons do, not the people watching them, Cortez.” Pan. Single. Ugh. This was going to be a challenge. In a way, that was kind of good though. Fun. Like being on Cutthroat Kitchen. At the very least Teds could spy a few wooden tools, and knives. “If my little angel does that, it’s only because you didn’t respect him enough. Also you may not have a foot long if you do that. Double also, If your kitchen knives aren’t at least as sharp as the ones you use on hunts, I will be disappointed.”

—

Keep the trap shut. Got it. Gabagool sneered at Emilio, adding a “You wouldn’t dare. Leviathan would gut you,” for good measure before he jumped up on the counter, then to the top of the aforementioned fridge to watch the scene unfold from afar. The creature might have a big mouth, but to be an effective gatherer of gossip, he had to know when to listen, too.

So he did just that, curling up on top of the smelly, mostly-unused fridge with his chin hanging over the edge, watching the two move about the kitchen with quiet curiosity.

—

“Getting gutted would be worth it,” Emilio bit back, still glaring at the creature. Gabs retreated to the top of the fridge, which wasn’t quite a victory, but Emilio would accept it as such all the same. Confident — or at least momentarily hopeful — that Gabagool wasn’t going to make good on his threat to rumor his good knee into breaking, the detective turned his attention to Teddy.

They’d certainly made themself at home in his kitchen easily enough, pulling out tools and cooking items that Emilio hadn’t even known he’d possessed. Some of them may have been left by the previous occupant of the apartment, the way a lot of the items scattered around Axis were. Others may have been placed there by well-meaning friends and neighbors. The large wooden spoon certainly looked like a Javi addition. “Knives are sharp,” he confirmed with a nod. You never knew when you might need to use one, after all… though Emilio’s idea of ‘using’ the kitchen knives certainly differed from Teddy’s intentions here. “What are the candles for? If you told me while I was drunk, I don’t remember it now. Don’t remember much of anything there.” It was a lie; he remembered that night on Teddy’s boat a lot more than he’d care to admit, remembered the warmth in his chest that hadn’t been the curse or the alcohol.

—

Teddy hummed satisfactorily. If there was one thing the demon loved it was knowing something that someone else didn’t. Well. Only if it was for a good reason. Or at least a funny one. Emilio’s confession that Ted wasn’t the problem in their relationship (or lack of one) was a juicy enough tidbit that the ghost would not be given up any time soon.

Gabs scrambled upward, and the pan came down. All sorts of dirty and grimy in that way that only untouched kitchen clutter always got. Oily dust. A bitch to clean. Teddy’s expression said just as much as they pushed past Emilio to the sink, and slid the pan between a host of other dirty dishes (mostly coffee mugs?) that sat in various stages of growing their own eco systems. A frown wouldn’t do this justice, so Teddy just returned to their aloof base state.

“Even without the curse hanging over your head I’m sure the wards will do you a bit better than Big Finn alone.” It was quieter, softer. As Teddy scrubbed what seemed like years of build up off the pan, and any stress off their own back. This was something they could do well, something they liked to do for other people. Clear up the clutter in a house, you help them clear up the clutter in their head. Plus, Teds got to cook after, and that was enough to put them in a good mood. If the whole affair came with a little verbal volleyball between them and Emilio? Eh, that was a bonus.

—

The fact that they’d been together when Emilio was drunk might’ve been something, but if the bottles catered around the terrible apartment were any indication, that was more the norm, anyway. So maybe nothing. Unless Teddums was also drunk. Humans always did stupid things when they were drunk, and Ted was enough of a human to fall under that umbrella. Affectionately.

“Is he really worth the effort?” the lesser demon interjected with a scoff, his gaze darting to Emilio. “I mean for fuck’s sake, look at the state of this place. It’d take a miracle to keep anyone happy in a place like this.” Gabagool didn’t know exactly what the wards were for, but he knew Big Finn well enough to make a guess.

—

He could make the claim that his apartment was a mess because of the chaos involved with babysitting Gabagool, or pretend he would have tidied up if he knew that he’d had company on the way, but he didn’t think anyone would buy it. Most of the shit in that sink had been sitting there for far longer than his houseguest had been present, to the point that Emilio had been drinking his morning coffee straight from the pot for a week or so now, and he didn’t think the pan had come off the fridge since the day he moved in. That much was probably obvious by the state of it, if Teddy’s expression had anything to say.

But, strangely, they didn’t give him hell for it. Emilio watched them carry it to the sink, watched them scrub with a strange expression on his face. What did Teddy care, he wondered, about the shit that went on in Emilio’s head? After all the crap he’d given them, why were they still trying to help? “You don’t have to,” he said lowly, uncharacteristically soft. “Don’t want you wasting any… energy on me, or whatever.” Some things couldn’t be fixed; Emilio Cortez was one of them.

That didn’t mean he enjoyed Gabagool’s commentary, of course. Turning back towards the fridge, his expression shifted from the strangely soft one he’d been delivering to the back of Teddy’s head to a sharp glare. “I still haven’t decided not to stick you in the microwave,” he warned. “You’re small and easy to catch. It could happen at any time.”

—

The badalisc was jabbering on again, and Teddy just continued to smile. Adding in a small shrug at his question. Because hey, when did Teds ever know why they did what they were doing, right? Maybe it was because of some strange desire to see the world better than how they found it. Maybe it was an experiment just to see if they could do it. Maybe it was because throughout each interaction some small sliver of something was uncovered in Emilio that excited Teddy. That reflected back on something that burned within them too. There was a mystery, or at least a hidden treasure. They just knew it. Some strange feeling they couldn’t ignore.

It wasn’t something that the demon thought the other shared. Even as the man in question talked in softer tones towards Teddy’s back. Even as they turned and caught the briefest glimpse of Emilio’s face before he turned and continued to badger the badalisc. To which Teddy just mocked a stabbing motion behind the slayer's back, mouthing to the tiny demon a quick ‘Should I?’ along with a mischievous grin. To some eyes, (perhaps those seeing this situation for the first time as a third wheel) the motion may have looked to be something else, but that was neither here nor there. There was dinner to be made, and big mouths to feed.

“Eh.” Teds shrugged again. “I’ll do it anyway. Your apartment’s pretty much in the center of this building. Might help out Sully and Co too. Call it philanthropy. Once I get my mind set on something it’s pretty hard to stop me.” It wasn’t personal. Right? Couldn’t be. Teddy was barely a person. And Emilio sure didn’t think he was much of one either. If the state of this apartment was anything like the man’s mental health, it wasn’t going good.

—

Gab’s hackles rose at the return of the threat to cook him up, eyes narrowing at Emilio. “I cannot believe that Leviathan thought you’d be a suitable caregiver, you dick. What’d you do to seduce it, huh? Why’s it like you so much?” Hm. A grin stretched wide across the badalisc’s face at Teddy’s pantomime, unsure of the exact meaning but finding it amusing either way. Snorting, the lesser demon scrabbled down the front of the fridge again to land somewhat ungracefully on his paws, darting underneath the table where it sat to lick the dust out of his fur.

“You know, you live like this much longer and you’re gonna attract a whole fuckload of stakichar. Then you’ll really be sick all the time, and not just from the whiskey breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

—

“I’m likable,” Emilio replied, a little smug. “Either that, or you’re not likable. Maybe Leviathan left you with me ‘cause he’s hoping to get rid of your sorry ass.” He saw the badalisc’s mismatched eyes dart to something behind his head and he quickly turned around, but by the time he was facing Teddy again, they were the picture of innocence. Asshole. Why had Emilio thought it was a good idea to get involved with a family of demons in the first place? They were all dicks. Even Levi. He’d definitely saddled Emilio with Gabagool as some kind of terrible prank, the slayer was sure of it.

He watched the lesser demon scramble down from the fridge with a roll of his eyes, glancing back to Teddy. “You really think whatever you’re doing is going to cover the whole building?” That certainly made him more open to it. Trying to help Emilio might have been a waste of the demon’s time and efforts, but if those efforts ended up helping Wynne, Arden, Zack, and Sully, it was something the slayer could get behind.

As Gabagool went on, Emilio had half a mind to take off his shoe and toss it at the demon. “It’s not that bad,” he said, a little defensive. The apartment wasn’t in great shape right now, sure, but he’d get around to cleaning it eventually. Motivation was just… harder to come by lately. The last few weeks had found him struggling to pull himself off the couch or the mattress for anything other than his basic ‘work, drink, hunt’ routine. It happened, sometimes. Eventually, he’d get enough extra energy to manage the dishes. Until then, they weren’t hurting anyone, no matter what the nosy demon claimed. “You don’t get to talk about how I live, anyway. Are you licking yourself? Eso es repugnante.”

—

“Listen, I’m sure there was a reason Dad chose you.” They trailed off as they got busy. It was strange, but hey Levi had done stranger things. Picking Emilio. Instead of the very clear obvious choice, the one who knew about Gab’s temper, about his likes and dislikes, about the need for lamb. Lamb that Teddy was finally getting to prepare. The nice thing about this particular recipe is that it was quick. Or maybe that was just because of the ritual magic baked right in. Sped up the process. A day's worth of ‘slow cooking’ and flavorful braising in about… five to ten minutes. A demonic instapot. The young demon wasn’t nearly as practiced, or as powerful as Leviathan, but they sure were creative with their rituals and rites.

Garlic and shallots were thinly sliced, a flavorful broth was boiling away ready for the pasta, and a bit of butter in the pan was making the whole apartment smell like a five star kitchen. The simple things, Teddy found (if they were done juuuust right) made all the difference. The meat was already in the oven, and the demon was quickly balancing a magical act between the ritual and the ‘analog’ cooking.

When they got like this it was like the demon was in their own little world. Where everything else faded away and some rare equilibrium was reached. Usually this kind of act was reserved for the ones Teddy really cared about but… Well they did care about Emilio. Kind of. In a strange way. It was just… with an odd fascination or something. Right? The idea of something bad happening to the grumpy garbage man twisted up Ted’s stomach in a way they couldn’t really explain. It wasn't pity. That carried a connotation of looking down on the other’s situation. Which just wasn’t the case either. It wasn’t like they were friends, Emilio had made that clear. So maybe it was… empathy?

Some outreach of the demon’s heart that saw a similar ache in him. Wanted to bandage a wound they had no right to even ask about. In the end it probably didn’t matter. Teddy could feed the badalisc (and the grump), set up the runes and wards, then go back to being told to fuck off. They could figure out feelings later.

“Bon Appetit my darling prince.” Teddy made a grand show of setting up a plate (perfectly presented with an artistic flair) for the little demon at the table. On top. Not below. They sat next to him, with a much less fancy, but still quite full plate of their own. Then motioned to the counter for Emilio to find the dish set up for him, too. It was rude to just eat in front of someone. Doubly so in their house.

—

“Yes, because I know how to bathe myself unlike someone in this room,” Gabagool snapped back with a huff. He stood, giving a thorough shake of his little body and then turned on the spot to headbut the table chair until it was pushed out enough for him to climb into.

Seated on his haunches, the lesser demon stretched his front paws out on the table, resting his chin between them as his gaze danced between the two humanoids in the kitchen. Teds was in their own world as they cooked, which was pretty par for the course. The result, as always, was a delicious concoction of flavors, presented to the badalisc as it ought to have been: with grace and respect. Fuckin’ hell, was that so hard?

Grinning from ear to ear, the demon bounced excitedly in his chair, wishing he had the booster seat that was back at home. “You, babysitter,” he barked, his gaze snapping up to meet Emilio’s before he got a plate or sat down or did anything that might give him an excuse to say no (aside from just being generally disagreeable), “Get me a phone book or something to sit on. I need leverage on this incredible, amazing meal thankyousomuch my dear sibling.” The back half of the sentence was delivered with a decidedly honeyed tone, a big grin flashed in Teddy’s direction at the same time.

—

Teddy seemed to lose themself in the process of cooking, though it looked a little more like black magic to Emilio. Whether that was because of Teddy’s added flair to the process or because the slayer had simply never seen anyone cook anything more complex than a sandwich was hard to say. In any case, Teddy’s fascination with their craft essentially left Emilio once again alone with Gabagool.

“I do bathe myself,” he snapped, irritation clear in his tone. “Just not by licking myself, like some people.” Was it ridiculous, bickering with what essentially amounted to a demon’s pet cat? Yeah. Absolutely. But Emilio was nothing if not stubborn, and he refused to let Gabs get the last word even when it became clear that the argument wasn’t one he could feasibly win.

If he were a little less exhausted, he would have protested a little more about Teddy’s preparation. The stupid badalisc didn’t deserve lamb after the way it had acted. If you rewarded bad behavior, you were only ever going to see more bad behavior. Every parent knew that, even the bad ones. But he knew Teddy wouldn’t listen, and Gabagool was only his problem for a couple more days, anyway, so fuck it. Anything to make the demon shut up.

Except nothing would make the demon shut up, because the universe hated Emilio specifically. “Stand,” he replied flatly, looking down at the plate Teddy had prepared for him. It looked good, as far as food went. It would taste like ash, anyway. Everything always did. “Who the fuck even has a damn phone book? No.”

—

Ted’s brows raised as the rest of their face scrunched, as if to ask Emilio if that was really the best course of action here. It couldn’t hide the hint of a smile though. Curling at the edges of their lips, making dimples where smooth cheeks should have been. Instead, the demon stood once more, got the basket they had brought along, and upended it. Carefully. They still needed to actually do the full rituals to fix up this place, and hopefully provide Emilio with a bit of solace. However much the man raged against the idea. Often personally making things worse for himself.

Teddy lifted and sat the littlest demon on the basket like it was a perfect high chair, comfy and sturdy enough to hold the tiny but dense body. They gave Gab’s one little scritch then decided standing was a lot easier than trying to sit still. Teds munched upon their meal and began the preparations for the ritual. They moved aside the sad excuse for a carpet that blanketed the old hardwood floor and started drawing up the circles and adding in the required runes.

“Soooooo.” Teds said lowly, trying their best to think of something to talk about that would entertain the badalisc and not piss off the detective too much. “What’ve you been up to that kept you from properly feeding your temporary house guest, huh Cortez?”

—

Beaming appreciatively up at Teddy as they situated him on the basket, the creature’s little nub of a tail gave a small wag, and he hummed happily. Paws on the table, Gabagool tucked into the meal with enthusiasm. He was only half listening when Teds posed the question, ears pinned flat as he gave a snort of acknowledgement.

“Drinking too much, what else?” he snipped, beady gaze darting from where Teddy was settling up the ritual to Emilio, where it narrowed. “Didn’t even take me for any walks. Left that to his… whatever she is. Ward, or something. I dunno.” His expression softened, however. “She was nice, though, so it wasn’t all bad.”

—

God, Teddy babied this thing. Giving it everything it asked for, treating it as gently as one might treat a child or a beloved pet. Emilio rolled his eyes as they bent to its will again, using their basket as a booster seat to help the little monster see over the table. The glare he shot at the pair was mostly directed towards Gabagool, though there was some frustration towards Teddy as well. If they didn’t spoil the demon so much, it wouldn’t have been quite so insufferable.

Gathering the plate Teddy had prepared for him, the detective practically collapsed into the chair across from Gabagool, still glaring petulantly. A fork pushed food around on the plate, though he had little interest in actually eating it. The rock that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in his stomach felt heavier as of late, and attempting to put any food in his stomach didn’t seem like a particularly appealing thought. Neither did conversation, but that wasn’t quite as easy to get out of.

“I don’t drink too much,” he snapped, though he knew it was untrue. “You’d probably drink, too, if you had to deal with someone as annoying as you for a week. Have you ever listened to yourself speak? Anyone would drink.” He stabbed at the lamb on his plate aggressively. “She’s not my ward. She’s my dog walker. And if I find out you were an ass to her, I really will toss you in the oven.” Propping his chin on his hand with an elbow on the table, he added, “And how the hell am I supposed to walk you, anyway? Can barely walk my fucking self.” Another aggressive stab. There was a lot of meat on his fork now. Rather than bringing it to his mouth, he glanced to Teddy. “You’re seriously doing those rituals? You don’t have to, man. It’s fine. We’re fine here.”

—

A sly grin slid across the demon’s features as they worked, as they caught the look Emilio shot them. Teddy turned towards the little demon as it gobbled away at the meal. “My sweet baby Gabs, you’ve gotten your lamb. I can make sure to send more food until pops comes home, would you please be sweet to the poor man? I know it’s very hard, he’s got a very bully-able face. Clearly he’s going through it, and needs some kindness in his life. That’s the least we can do.”

Pleased with themself (obviously) Teddy returned to the ritual. Carefully outlining a few more runes and glyphs. Almost done. “You got a dog walker? Bougie.” Perro, the other perfect angel, was being a very helpful assistant to Teddy’s rite. Chilling on the couch and every so often giving a little huff of approval or otherwise. Brilliant. “Now I’m just gonna do them out of spite. Protest any more and I’ll add a ward that makes it smell like fresh baked cookies.”

—

As much as Gabagool hated the idea of being kind to the ornery private investigator, he cared more about being kind to Teddy, an extension of which was doing as the young demon asked. “Fiiiiiine,” he sighed dramatically, throwing one last glare in Emilio’s direction before settling in to finish off the rest of his meal.

Plate cleaned, Gabagool hopped down from the basket and trotted beneath the table, stopping and parking his butt on the floor by Emilio’s feet. It was probably the closest he’d been to the man while not trying to bite at his shoelaces or some such antagonistic thing, so it was something of an olive branch, at least on his part. “Cookies? I think you should do that anyway.” He craned his thick neck around to glance up at Emilio, gaze meeting the slayer’s for a brief second before jumping to the food he wasn’t eating. “Not a sane person alive that doesn’t like the smell of cookies… especially chocolate chip. You really can’t go wrong there.” It was almost as if he was asking the man’s permission, which was yet another olive branch.

—

Emilio returned Gabagool’s glare in kind, tossing a half-assed one in Teddy’s direction, too, just to cover all his bases. “I am not ‘going through’ anything,” he mumbled irritably. “And I do not have a bully-able face. I don’t think that’s a real word.” A bold accusation coming from someone who hardly spoke English, but he was pretty sure he was right.

The demon came and placed himself on the floor beside his chair, and Emilio eyed him warily for a moment before determining that he wasn’t looking to cause problems. He did seem to be looking for seconds, and Emilio kept his eyes locked on the demon’s as he shoveled the sizable chunk of meat on his fork into his mouth, just to be contrary. He chewed intently and swallowed, the food settling like a stone in his stomach. Worth it, just to piss off the demon a little more. “I don’t want my apartment smelling like cookies. I have a business here, you know. Businesses do not smell like cookies.” Or maybe they did; it wasn’t as if Emilio was a successful businessman.

With a sigh, he lifted the still mostly-full plate off the table and set it in the floor in front of Gabagool, expression warning the demon not to mention it lest the food be taken away. Unsurprisingly, the slayer wasn’t very hungry after all. With that out of the way, he turned in his chair to face Teddy. “The dog walker’s a kid,” he offered. “Won’t let me give her food or anything without doing something for me, so I let her walk the dog. She’s stubborn.” As if he had any room to talk. “Look, man, let me get you a beer, at least. Can I do that? To say thanks for keeping me from tossing that thing out the window.” He inclined his head towards Gabagool.

—

“I’m in my Shakespeare era. Making up words, inspiring people, not giving a shit about gender roles. The uszhe.” Teddy grinned before standing with a dramatic flourish. They put the very last of the lines on the floor, lit the candles and began the chant. It was an ancient language, bending it to the very modern will of a young demon just starting to fledge themselves on half-baked rites was tricky. But they’d perfected these small enchantments one by one. Lots and lots of trial and error. Teds wasn’t even sure Leviathan knew how much they’d done. Certainly not on the boat, certainly not why. A careful secret they kept, and yet another reason to keep the little gossip as pleased and happy as possible.

The fabric of time and space seemed to waver, the apartment all at once felt like it was swirling in on itself and expanding out into the farthest reaches of the void. Just for a split second. Light poured around the demon and bled along the chalk until it became one with the wood below. Somehow Teddy didn’t think Emilio would be getting any security deposits back anyway, so it’s not like this would fuck up that situation. Besides, a place like this, what could it possibly be? Twenty bucks and a sticker?

Everything settled back into place, and Teddy was fairly confident no one outside of the room would be any wiser to it. But the ritual had worked, they could feel the way the magic pulled and pushed around them. Powerful, like a newly plugged in air freshener. Teddy’s joint pain eased away, they sighed contentedly, then turned back towards the table to catch the very end of Gabs gobbling up everything on Emilio’s plate. “I’d take a beer, sure.” They pretended not to notice. They wouldn’t push it. Maybe Emilio still somehow thought Teddy was out to poison him. Like demons used arsenic instead of salt to season their lamb. “She sounds like a mini you. Where’d you find a kid like that, hiding in a dumpster?”

—

Finishing the food on the plate he’d been offered, Gabagool resisted the urge to make an annoyed face at Emilio, true to its word to be nicer. Instead, he just got to his little feet, sneezed loudly, and trotted out of the kitchen, leaving the other two alone.

He wondered if their conversation might take a more interesting turn if he wasn’t present—not that it hadn’t been interesting already. Plenty left unsaid. Plenty said that would require picking apart and digesting… maybe while the badalisc digested all that lamb. With a grunt, he hopped up onto the lumpy couch beside Perro and turned on the spot a few times before laying down, using the dog’s rear end as a pillow. He didn’t drift off to sleep, though, instead keeping one ear cocked toward the kitchen, curious about the nature of this relationship.

—

“I don’t know what this means,” Emilio sighed. The phrase felt like a familiar one, like he was in a constant state of not understanding. He felt like that a lot, with Teddy. They were so vibrant sometimes, rattling on and on about things Emilio never quite grasped. It wasn’t a bad feeling the way it had been in the beginning, though. Strangely, Teddy seemed to explain every time they noted Emilio’s confusion. Maybe it wasn’t as much fun rambling when the person you were rambling to couldn’t follow. That explanation, he thought, made far more sense than the idea that Teddy cared whether or not Emilio was confused.

He watched with some interest as the demon finished whatever it was he was doing, sending the apartment into a brief state of chaos before everything settled. Emilio had very little experience with magic. Some hunters worked with spellcasters, but the Cortezes had never been among them. Even if they had, Teddy’s magic certainly wasn’t that of a spellcaster. It was something all its own.

When they were finished, some of the old aches and pains that lived in the hunter’s bones seemed to retreat. His leg hurt a little less, his muscles loosened. The badalisc decided to fuck off, too, which seemed an unrelated but appreciated bonus. Moving around Teddy, Emilio made his way over to the fridge to retrieve two beers. “Actually, yeah. Found her in a dumpster.” He popped both bottles open and offered one to Teddy.

It felt like an olive branch. A cold peace treaty in a bottle, signed in ink by the markings now etched into his floor. They weren’t friends; Emilio doubted they’d ever be that. But they could get along if they tried to. Maybe that could be worth something, bad first impressions aside.

—

#wickedswriting #faustianbroker #mortemoppetere #eldritchaccident

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To Tell A Lie: A Droning Machinations Episode

Written By Joseph M.

My name is John Flint, and I am a 22 year old living in the city of Delaney, in the state of South Texas. There's another Delaney in the bordering state of North Texas, and that's where Michael Spear enters the fray.

Spears goes by the alias of Yvarg on a popular chatting application I use called Discord, and its that site where Yvarg asked me to help with an ongoing situation. There was a terrorist organization, a radical arms-dealing terrorist group called LEVIATHAN, and he and my other friends, whose aliases are coolguy80101 (Dylan Steirn) and antienjoys (Joseph Swaney) were preapring to head into a fight with them. I drove down and booked a motel near where they planned the fight was going to take place.

It was a dingy single room with a toilet in the corner that couldn't flush, and I was told that whichever housekeeper on staff that day would clean it while I was gone. The walls were sticky, cobwebbed and yellowed; and a tiny navy blue spider nestled quietly above my nose whenever I slept–including this time–and I discovered it this morning.

I shooed away the spider as I was eating breakfast, watching a fight between my friends and the LEVIATHAN thugs happening in alley not too far away from my room, on the fifth floor. I quickly ran downstairs with the only weapon I had, a butter knife. As I pushed a crowd of guests in the lobby away, their eyebrows and mouths tilted downward, and they exhaled with a gruff choir of snorts and grunts.

There was a squad of cop cars, sirens wailing and lights flashing as they pulled up next to me. One of the cops was familiar, a man named Officer Vant Cristoff. He ran up with an ebony-hilted pistol, approaching the perpetrators in the fight; these perpetrators included my seemingly delusional Discord friends, whom I had never seen in person until now, and had only seen images of online.

As I watched Joseph Swaney, they babbled drunkenly, they walked with a twisted left foot, and they threw their hands in the air with a care-free and cross-eyed smirk. It was as if surrendering themselves over to the authorities was supposed to be a lighthearted occasion, as if Joseph's maniacal behavior was supposed to be funny.

I had never seen such blatantly defeated admissions such as these, and I deduced all three of my friends' eccentric gestures to be the effect of extraneous circumstances. Michael was curling up into a ball on the floor, rolling back and forth, muddying his blond hair and getting gravel into its curls; Dylan was slapping Joseph in the face, spanking their neck with a flat palm, lifting Joseph up like a trophy for everyone to see and bodyslamming them onto the floor.

Even the shrewd Officer Cristoff–a man with years of work in law enforcement and a gilded badge to show for his clever and cunning personality–had a bewildered frown on his speckled and red-bearded lips. He adjusted his badge as he approached my wildly-scampering friends; it was embarassing for me to watch them smear their neatly ironed polos and shirts in mud knowing that the police officer knew I was close with them. He whipped out a pistol with the quickness of a python lashing at its prey, and called for Joseph to freeze, waking them, Dylan and Michael from their apparent trances.

He really had no intention to shoot anyone.

"What's going on?" asked Joseph.

"I don't know." I drew towards him, still wary of a remaining possibility: the pink elephants could return to him and he'd be back in a trance. "What do you think happened?" Unaware of his own frenzied mania just seconds ago, Joseph Swaney indulged me with such an expression of shock, a look silently pleading with me to sleuth about and seek out muddled truths.

And as Joseph came to his senses, he saw Officer Cristoff's handgun pointed to his face.

It became very clear what was happening; I saw cylindrical cannisters with wires sprawling out like the tentacles of a jellyfish littered across the alleyway, and there were words etched into the side of the barrels, scratches in the abrading metal surface.

There was a lid a few feet away from each cannister, and a label written onto each lid in jet black marker ink. Each container had a tensile steel spring that had been triggered by a wooden switch flipping down, like a nimble eel swirling up to snag a fish in the darkness. Combined with the cables, hooks, levers and gadgets entangled in the lacework of complex mechanisms dangling outside of the can, this indicated to me that something had triggered the mechanism, but I couldn't figure out what.

Curious, I inspected the contents of each can. There was a beeping coming from one of them, but I couldn't trace the exact container that emitted that obnoxious beeping, that noise that lingered in my ears and kept me up later that night.

As I moved from one receptacle to the next, the noise faltered; it reached a screechy high note, like a seasoned singer at an opera house. The noise was at its highest as I began inspecting the last cylinder; lodged into the can was a steel prism that fit in my palm.

It beeped constantly, like a phone always filling with notifications. I removed the device and examined it; Michael's, Dylan's and Joseph's voices interspersed with my quiet train of thought.

I ignored them and flipped the beeper onto its side, finding a gleaming neon-red light hidden on the side of the beeper, blinking quickly whenever they talked and slowly flickering out when they didn't speak.

The beeper didn't seem to do this with anyone else's voice. Therefore, I deduced that the buzzer was engineered to detect my friends' voices and trigger a spring, pop the lids off and cause the gas within the jerrycans to be released, a toxin whose properties induced their hysterical states.

Michael, Joseph and Dylan claimed to see apparitions of a winged celestial clad in golden habillements and wielding a rapier; a crowned man with a skin of black fuzz, a sparkly silver cape, ample black wings that shielded the subdued back street from the whirring street lamps whose intense glare lured moths and flies, and the radiant neon parties coming from inside noisy apartment buildings; and a youthful looking companion with a mischievous smirk and thicker aqua fur, wings with spear-pointed tips and pastel blue splotches, and generously cyan-tufted ears poking out from the back of his head.

In front of them both, as the three claimed, was a typhoon of white fur, making quick work of the LEVIATHAN terrorists.

Though the creatures were merely characters in stories turned into convincing hallucinations by jury rigged gas bombs, my three friends described their experienced with such astounding vividness, that tempted me to probe LEVIATHAN further and find the producer of the hallucinatory gas.

This led me to an abandoned shipment warehouse in Salem, Oregon.

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weebswrites · 4 years ago

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The Demon Bros: Their Dark Side (combining these two asks because they have very similar energy^^)

- if anyone is interested I can write a part 2 to this where MC and the demons reconcile hehe -

Lucifer (TW: attempted physical assault (not sexual))

He’s the avatar of pride, so the event that causes him to snap is when you accidentally tell the bros about how the two of you like to unwind (rated pg)

You didn’t think it’d be a big deal, they’ve been brothers for how many thousands of years?

But Lucifer erupts, suddenly in demon form

He stands over you, roaring his hand back as if he were going to slap you

Beel stands up and intercepts Lucifer’s hand, grabbing his wrist with all his strength and saving you

You wince, falling back a bit into Asmo’s arms, and he hugs you close

“MC!!!” he yells, rage obvious in his voice

“Asmo…what did I do…” you whisper, voice quivering in fear as the love of your life just snapped and almost hit you

“I think he wanted that to stay private, he doesn’t like us to know that he relaxes…” he whispers, “Don’t feel guilty, he shouldn’t be reacting like this”

“Lucifer…” you say, standing a bit straighter and looking into his dark red eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know”

“You should have!” his voice booms, anger not subsiding at all

You look at him, eyes full of confusion and regret. You plead for him to calm down, to talk to you rationally and listen to your apologies

He growls, “The rest of you, out!” he yells, and they obey instantly. Asmo squeezing his shoulders around you quickly and Beel giving you a small smile before leaving

You ramble on for as long as he lets you about how you’re sorry and you didn’t mean to upset him

After a few minutes he cuts you off, “You didn’t upset me, you betrayed me”

His voice was cold, and without hesitation he turns and leaves the room

Mammon

You didn’t think Mammon, the avatar of Greed, would get mad about anything. You’d never heard stories about him turning into demon form, so you assumed it basically never happened

That is, until you take Levi’s side and scold him for taking more of his games and selling them

“I thought you were supposed to take my side no matter what!” he yells, two bat-like wings appearing before you

Your face gets red, and you take a step back, “Mammon…” you whisper, completely in shock

“What? You’re actually surprised that I’m pissed off right now? Humans really are idiots!”

You take a small step behind Levi, and he puts his arm in front of you, a bit of a shield from Mammon

“Mammon, calm down. They’re right and you know it, you just let your greed override your sense sometimes. Listen to your partner, they’re trying to help you” Levi defends you

“Yeah, Mammon, please. I don’t mean to insult you, I just don’t like seeing you always hurting others and stealing their things just to get money”

“I’m the avatar of greed, damnit! What do you expect?! You knew that before you started dating me, you can’t act like this now just because we’re dating”

“Mammon, I just want what’s best for you. There are better ways to get money than backstabbing your family!”

You’re definitely a bit afraid, but you’re not going to let him walk all over you

You bicker back and forth, arguing in circles before he storms off to his room, slamming and locking the door behind him

Leviathan

You’ve been hanging out with a new friend more and more, and he gets envious

You reassure him that he’s just a partner that you got assigned for a class, nothing more, but Levi can’t help but be jealous that its not him

Until one night when he asks if you can binge the new anime that came out, and you tell him that you have to meet with him to work on your project

“Why!! Why are you constantly with him, talking and laughing and working and everything!” he screams, voice cracking with emotion as he transforms into demon form

“Levi, I’ve told you it isn’t like that! The professor assigned us together, I didn’t even know him before this!” you defend yourself, exasperated with your boyfriend’s jealousy

“I don’t care!! You need to make time for me instead of him! He’s probably funnier than me, and he’s obviously handsomer than I am, you’re probably ashamed of always being seen with me so you’re trying to be with him more!”

“Levi, please. You know I love you and only you” you say, voice half caring and half irritated

“Yeah, right! See if I care, go be with your real boyfriend then, see if I care” he says, crossing his arms and exhaling aggressively

“Levi, no. I can reschedule if this is going to be a problem tonight, but he’s my partner. We have an assignment to do”

“No, go. I’ll watch the new season on my own. You probably don’t even like anime, you liar!”

“Levi!! Please, love, you know that isn’t true”

“I can’t trust you, not after this. Just go, have fun with your real boyfriend” he sneers, turning his back to you

“Fine!” you snap back, leaving his room and slamming the door behind you

Satan (18+ language)

You’re chatting about a book that’s supposed to be released sometime this year

“I heard that the ending is super cliche, the main character was unconscious the whole time or something overused like that”

“You what?!” he exclaims, transforming into demon form

“Fuck…Satan…I forgot…” you whisper, stepping a bit back as you remember how each brother took time to tell you to avoid spoilers at all. costs. with satan

“You sure as hell did!! I can’t believe you!!” he screams, running a hand through his hair in anger

“It’s probably not even true…I doubt the author would do something like that” you mutter, trying to save yourself from his wrath

“I don’t care!! There’s the chance now that that’s how it’s going to end, you know how my head works, now that’s all I’ll be able to think about while I’m reading!! Damn it!!”

He’s pacing back and forth, heat radiating off his body as he tries to control his anger

“I can’t forgive you for this” he states, voice cold

“Satan…” you whisper, stepping towards him a (tiny) bit

“Get away from me…” he scoffs

“Satan, please…I’m so sorry” you plead with him, desperate for him to forgive you, “I know how badly I messed up, I know. I would do anything to undo it, or to make you feel better. Please just forgive me”

“Anything, huh?” he retorts, smirking at you

“Yes, anything, please” you say, resisting the urge to step towards him again

“Then leave. Get out, I don’t want to look at you right now”

You feel your heart break and sink in your chest. Tears well in your eyes, but Satan stays silent, eyes unwavering at your emotions

You leave, walking slowly to your room, tears rolling down your cheeks

Asmodeus (drinking mentions)

You’re out one night at a club, dancing together and drinking (just to loosen up, not to get wasted)

You go to the bar to refill your drinks, and let a stranger hit on you, flirting back a bit until he offers to buy you a drink

You let him, because hey, a free drink is a free drink, and it’s not like Asmo hadn’t done the same thing before

Suddenly you feel a tight hand on your shoulder and you’re ripped away from the demon

Asmo drags you outside the bar, to an isolated spot beside the building

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?? Are you cheating on me??” he explodes, putting his hand against the building behind you, trapping you beneath him

“Asmo, I was just getting him to buy me a drink, I don’t even know who he is” you explain, “Why are you in demon form? It’s not like you haven’t done the same thing, you have no place to be mad”

“Excuse me?! I’m the avatar of lust, I can’t help myself from flirting with everyone, you have no excuse!” he yells, gritting his teeth

You go back and forth, him angry at you for flirting with someone else, him enraged at you for thinking he can control his urges

“Asmo, I’m always understanding of when you flirt with others, because I know it’s hard for you to control yourself. It hurts me to watch you do that, but I let you do it. I bite my tongue. I do that for you every time we go out, you should be able to let me do what you do every time at least once”

“I don’t care, I don’t want you flirting with other demons. Now let’s go, you’ve ruined the night and I want to go home”

Beelzebub

You’re snacking in the kitchen on some of his leftovers, scrolling through your D.D.D.

He walks in, “MC…”

You look up, instantly freezing when you see the anger in his eyes

“Beel…”

He erupts, “You’re eating my food!! How could you!!”

You drop it, “Beel, I’m so sorry, I thought it was okay…”

“Why, because we’re dating? That means nothing when it comes to food!”

His words hit deep in your heart, and you feel tears start to well in your eyes

All you can do is quietly apologize

“Damnit!” he yells, slamming his fist on the table hard, but not hard enough to break it

“I’ve made it so clear not to eat my food! Ever! Under any circumstances! And no one ever does!! What makes you think you’re special?”

“Beel…” your voice is quiet, “I mean…yes. I love you, Beel, I thought it would be okay…I’m sorry”

“It isn’t okay!! I’ve been looking forward to this all day and you ruined it…” he ranted, “Whatever, I’m leaving”

“Beel, no, please. Let me make it up to you” you say, getting up and chasing him out of the kitchen

But he doesn’t stop, he storms off and locks you out of his room

He’d never snapped at you before, much less turned to demon form because of something you’d done. There had been plenty of stories about Lucifer and Satan turning to demon form, and some of the other demons, but never any of Beel

You didn’t know what to do

Belphegor

He’d been sleeping more than usual, and you missed him

You knock on his door, eventually letting yourself in when he didn’t answer

“Belphie…Belphie…wake up” you whisper

He slowly wakes up, “MC…what…is everything okay?”

You reassure him that everything is okay, and that you just wanted to spend some time with him

He rubs his eyes and shakes his head a bit

Suddenly, he’s in demon form, and you have no idea what is happening

“You woke me up for that?? Because you want to spend time with me?? Ugh!!!” he yells

“Belphie…” you whisper, stepping back towards the door

“You know how much I need sleep, why would you wake me up for something as unimportant as you wanting to spend time with me!”

He’s steaming, “And don’t call me Belphie!”

You start shaking a bit, “B-Bel…Belphegor…” you whisper, feeling hurt and betrayed

“Leave!! I don’t want to spend time with the person that disturbed me!” he yells, walking towards you quickly

You flinched as he approached, not sure what he was going to do, but he just opened his door and shoved you out

He locks the door behind you, the click of the lock causing your heart to sink a bit

You place the palm of your hand against his door, “I’m sorry…” you whisper, sinking to your knees

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A/N: This got a bit general angsty, so I hope it’s okay! Thanks for the request, anon :) My inbox is open for anyone who wants to request! You can send in more than one per person, about any of the fandoms found in my post here. Love you guys <3

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saint-cichol-is-watching · 4 years ago

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Their reactions to you breaking up with them // Part One

LUCIFER // BEELZEBUB // BELPHEGOR // DIAVOLO // SIMEON

Part Two (Mammon/Leviathan/Satan/Asmodeus/Barbatos) will come later this week ! It was supposed to come out with everyone else but I just wasn’t satisfied with some (cough Satan cough Barbatos) so I decided to split it into two parts and release the second one later ! ☺️

This idea suddenly popped in the middle of the night into my mind and I can’t ignore it so bear with me.

(Also sorry for the angst if you aren’t new here you should be used to it by now)

Fun fact I’m actually writing this while listening to ‘Left & RIght’ by SVT and let me tell you this does not fit the vibe at all, but it works lmao

MASTERLIST

NB: This is all made under the assumption that the boys love and respect you enough not to kill you right on the spot of course and that they’re not crazy enough (at least not anymore) to lock you up in i don’t know an attic for example

+ Also this goes without saying that most of these if not all are not “we should stay friends” kind of breakup, it’s more of a “it doesn’t work anymore we should stop seeing each other” kind of breakup.

(Sorry for the delay I got a bit sick yesterday and couldn’t find enough strengh to open my computer and actually concentrate)

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The one who acted like it doesn’t affect him in any way.

He gave you his everything and that’s what you gave back to him? How preposturous!

He was mad.

But he refused to show it. His pride and ego were so important to him and to him at the moment they were the only thing he could still salvage from this humiliation.

Which is why everytime he saw you afterwards, he looked at you for a milisecond before scoffing and averting his eyes before walking away from the room, his head held up high to the point it hurted his neck.

But the fact that he tried to stay proud didn’t mean breaking up with you didn’t hurt.

Because it did. And he hated every part of this.

You probably surprised him once or twice at night in the music room lazily playing a few notes on the piano with a glass of wine as his only company.

Muttering words that you couldn’t quite understand without having to get closer, but you could feel each and everyone of them dripping with bitterness and pain.

After all of this Lucifer wanted to hate you, he truly did. But he couldn’t, and it was absolutely infuriating to him.

He, Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, one of the most powerful demons in the entire Devildom, the right-hand-man to the prince himself, fell in love with a mere weak human. And yet he was the only one left suffering.

How humiliating.

Beel was actually surprised by how much it didn’t hurt.

A break up is normally painful, but appart from a little pinch in his heart his body was completely numb to the pain.

So he didn’t try to fight it. He simply accepted it and watched you walk away. After all your happiness was always his first priority and it didn’t hurt that much so it was okay... right?

But over the days you, along with the other brothers noticed a slight change in Beel’s behavior.

Which from his perspective was coincidental with the pain from his heart spreading more and more inside of him.

It started with a lack of appetite which, coming from him, was worrying of course but you all assumed it was his way of “coping” and that he would be back eating in no time.

But it didn’t happen like that. The lack of appetite was suddenly added to a tighter grip on things. At some points you had all lost track of the times you walked on Beel staring intensely at a doorknob that he accidentally ripped off its handles.

Then it escalated. It wasn’t object he was unconsciously hurting it was now other people as well, slapping their hand away or bumping into them hard.

Until one day he found himself into a fight with a lesser demon that to your knowledge hadn’t done anything to set him off. It took the the combined strenght of Lucifer, Mammon and Belphegor to get Beel off the demon.

And it took him one glance your direction to stop fighting his brothers. He saw you look at him as if you didn’t recognize him, as if you were wondering where was the Beel you knew, the one who was kind and loving. And he started crying.

The numbness of his body was finally wearing off to reveal all of the pain it had been hiding.

Probably the messiest breakup since first he just refuses to even aknowledge what you said.

You saved his life. He was living a life filled with hatred and despair since Lilith’s death and you came in, and while things happened that he is definitely not proud of, your forgave him and gave him a new chance at life where he could have fun with you and everybody else.

He had been latching onto you since that day, his only goal in life was you. You were his life line.

That’s why he refused to break up. That’s why he said “no” as soon as the words were out of your mouth.

You tried to tell him that’s it’s not his choice but he wouldn’t hear it. He was not going to let you go.

A big fight exploded between you two, so vehement that some of the brothers who heard the ruckus rushed over to see what was wrong.

After a while they managed to cool you down and you finally got a look at his face. And you saw nothing but pain.

With his emotions exposed like that in front you and everybody else Belphegor got really embarrassed, cursed under his breath under his breath and then turn around to run away. Far from you.

Not knowing what to do he somehow found his way back in the attic where he stayed on his own accord this time. He stayed there day and night refusing to go out. Afraid that he was going to see you again.

At that moment he didn’t hate humans as much as he did before he met you, but now after what you had said he couldn’t help but let a newfound yet familiar grudge grow inside him once again. He didn’t want to trust humans anymore.

Probably and surprisingly the most crushed out of all of them.

You. Out of all people, you were abandoning him.

You were the most intimate and the closest relationship he ever had. You were his entire world, he gave you everything he could give. This man almost worshipped you for loving him. And you were pulling away from him ?

All you see in his face is utter disbelief... And pain.

He doesn’t say a word, his knees simply give out and without ever breaking eye contact with you he crashes on the floor.

When you decided walk away, he continued to look at you until you truly disappeared.

Afterwards, in public, he acted like he always did, he had this happy persona for more than a thousand years he knew how to make it look like he was feeling alright.

But you noticed. Because he avoided every plausible contact with you. He acted like you weren’t part of his world anymore because he knew that if he did so much as to look at you his smile would immediately falter.

He wanted you back. Nobody could have wanted someone back more than he wanted you. You were the first person whom he ever loved and the first person who ever truly loved him back.

He always thought he lived a life only filled with solitude until you single-handledly showed him that he wasn’t alone as he thought. Until you told him that with you by his side he would never feel alone anymore.

He thought about bringing you back by force, using his privileges as the Devildom Prince and only ruler to get you to fulfill the promise that you made to him.

He actually nearly made it happen.

But was advised by both Lucifer and Barbatos that it would be a bad idea and, while he did it reluctantly, he ultimately agreed.

But he never felt so alone.

Surprisingly Simeon was the one who had the most trouble understanding why you wanted to break it off.

The only thoughts running thorugh his mind at the moment were : “What happened ? What did he do wrong?”

He was always so careful with you, so romantic, so understanding, so... perfect.

There was no other word, he was a perfect boyfriend. He always did what he thought was right. He always treated you right. So why did you break up with him?

Simeon was a smart man, he wrote countless times about love too but he truly couldn’t comprehend the fact you wanted to end your relationship.

He thought was you had was so special, he was in love with you. Every moment that he spent with you was precious to him.

And he couldn’t get around the fact that you didn’t feel the same anymore.

But he did let you go though.

Without asking any questions or giving much of a fight because even there he wanted to put your feelings first.

He didn’t even cry, nor complained. He just caressed your cheek one last time with his long fingers, making sure to remember the softness of your skin and the shape of your jaw.

He looked at every detail of your face and he memorized them all knowing it would be the last time he would ever be allowed to be so close to you.

Then he layed his lips on your forehead for the last kiss he could give you and whispered, his voice trembling, so slightly that you barely even noticed it :

“If that’s what you want”

The first time he saw you again afterward he tried to make his way to you to talk with you as if you were back to friends. but as soon as he saw you shifting awkwardly while you looked at him he stopped in his tracks, gave you a small smile and turned around.

Once again putting your feelings first.

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obeymesluts · 5 years ago

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Scenario where Mc is sitting on the brothers lap and they get an erection?

THE BROTHERS GETTING AN ERECTION WHEN MC SITS ON THEIR LAP [ DEMON BROTHERS ] SLIGHT NSFW

I got really hungry for Korean food while writing Beel’s part. And since I’m a disappointment of an Asian, I don’t know how to properly eat some of the food, so I’m sorry if their descriptions are wrong!! - Rayfa

Lucifer

Sighing quietly to yourself, you watch Lucifer continue to work on signing papers, despite it nearly being the crack of dawn. Crawling off his bed, you slowly approached him, catching his attention. “Too bright?” he asked, gesturing to the lamp on his desk, the only source of light in the whole room. You shake your head, placing both your hands on his shoulders before climbing onto his lap, chest to chest. He let out a chuckle, wrapping his free arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Your scent overwhelmed his senses, causing him to let out a breath. You smelt sweet, just like sugary delight, the feeling of your soft skin was tempting. He wanted to devour you, to rid you of your clothes and taste the sweetness awaiting him underneath. With these thoughts implemented in his head, he failed to notice the trouble that was hardening below. He took ahold on your waist, to pull you closer until he felt it from the slight shift by his leg. Glancing at your tired form, he considered whether to pull through with his initial fantasies before lifting you up gently. Putting one leg above the other, he settled you back on his lap, hoping sleep would indulge you before he did.

Mammon

“Y-Ya’ really had to p-pick this one!?” Mammon yelled, having fallen off your bed mere seconds ago. You tilted your head, grinning at the shaking child beside you. The movie honestly was a terrible excuse of a horror movie but seeing Mammon’s reactions made the whole thing worth while. “I-It’s not like the GREAT Mammon is sc-!”, you slapped his shoulder teasingly as he screamed once more. Disregarding the pillow he was cradling, his arms latched onto you, body shivering. Bringing your body closer to his, you sat on his lap, one arm wrapped around his neck.

Feeling your body’s warmth against his own made him greedy for more, he wanted to be wrapped in your heat, an intimate and fragile contrast of temperature. His hands, however, timidly remained at your waist. Mammon quietened down, unable to form proper sentences as a blush painted his cheeks. Your eyes meeting with his, you struggle to hold back a laugh as you felt a poke on your inner thigh. Running your hand through his hair, you decided to save him from further embarrassment, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

Leviathan

“Behind you! Shoot!”

“Huh!? Where?!”

Struggling to work the controller, you frantically pushed the buttons. Soon, your character in the game died, the screen asking if you would like to spectate other players. You exhaled in defeat, sinking into your chair as Levi continued on with the game. “I told you I was terrible at video games!” you pouted, getting no reaction from the demon beside you. Moving your attention to his screen, you found him in combat with other players, successfully overpowering all of them. His brows were furrowed, his tongue resting in between his teeth as he concentrated on the game.

You called his name in adoration, finding his dedication to the game admirable and adorable. But then again, no response. Shaking your head, you stood from your seat and climbed onto his lap, burying your face on his shoulder. Levi had no objection to this new position, although he does regret wearing sweats for your game date. He felt you smile against his skin when you realised the effect you had on him, pulling away from him, you slid down on your knees. You snickered as you looked up at Levi, you had partially destroyed his focus, with his eyes glancing down at you in anticipation.

Satan

“Hmm,” you moaned quietly, opening your eyes. Rubbing your eyes gently, you adjusted your position, shifting back. Satan chuckled, patting your head affectionately. “Good morning,” he teased, arms wrapped around your stomach. This was a regular scene whenever you both were caught alone in his room. Not being as avid of a reader as he was, you spent most of your time finding other activities to do while he read. Today, you settled for falling asleep on his lap. “Sorry,” you mumbled, barely registering your current situation. Satan tensed up underneath you, exhaling a loud breath. As he observed you, his hunger for you grew.

You were extremely vulnerable and conveniently placed in his arms. The sounds you were making built up his desire, and something else. At this moment, he shut his book as he weighed his options. “My, my. Darling, if you keep making sounds like that I won’t be able to hold back,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. As you slowly come to, you become aware of the uncomfortable thing against your rear. Keeping his book aside, you best fully awaken yourself before he roughly pulls you out of wonderland.

Asmodeus

Music blaring in your ear, you shake your head as you try to withhold the conversation with Solomon. “I can’t believe he dragged us here then disappeared!” you complained, twirling your glass of water as you stared at the dimly decorated table. “You have to get used to it,” Solomon replied, watching the crowd of bodies dance about. “There he is,” Solomon said, nudging your shoulder. Looking up, you found Asmo, glowing from excitement as he approached your table. “What’s with the frown, doll?” he questioned, squeezing himself beside you.

Finding that it was not enough contact, he took hold of your hips and pulled you onto his lap, earning a surprise yell from you. He trailed short kisses on your exposed shoulder playfully, asking Solomon the same question when you did not answer. “Aww, is my doll jealous?” he teased, causing you to send a glare towards Solomon. His kisses moved to your neck before reaching the area right below your ear. Fingers digging into your hips, he slowly grinded on you. Your face flushed a bright pink as you felt his length hardening against your thigh. “Only my doll does this to me,” he whispers, his tone low and seductive. As the moment further became intimate, Solomon had to lift you off Asmo, making a comment how this should stay in the bedroom.

Beelzebub

Grabbing another roll of Gimbap, Beel watched intensely as you ate it, waiting for your reaction. Beel was more than eager to try one of the many dishes that was bought specially for you (on the courtesy of Diavolo), however, he had to hold himself back. After tasting the dishes that were made by Solomon, Beel had chosen to stay away from human food for the time being. Noticing his stare, you smiled at Beel, asking if he wanted one. His face had lightened up upon your suggestion but yet, he shook his head. Frowning to yourself, you overlooked the dishes laid out in front of you.

Yangbaechu Ssam! You nearly gasped at the thought of it, immediately picking up the ingredients needed before neatly and carefully folding it to avoid spilling its continents. “Here! Try this! I promise it’s good!” you walked over to Beel, a childish grin on your face as you sat on his lap, waiting for him to open his mouth. With a blush spreading across his face, he slightly opened this mouth. A bump had poked against your thigh, making you giggle as his blush deepened. His chews became slower, wrapping his arms around you, softly staring into your eyes, knowing this was your weakness. He wanted something else, he wanted your praises and touch, he wanted you.

“I think, I want a different snack right now,”

Belphegor

Belphie was calling- no, whining your name as he worked on his assignment. “I’m so tired,” he continued on, leaning back fully on your chair, resting the back of his head on top of it. “It’s your fault for skipping classes,” you sigh, encouragingly patting his head. Belphie mumbled words that were barely audible. Seeing the state he was in, you pushed yourself off the floor, settling yourself on his lap. “I don’t think this is helping,” he chuckled, his fingers running down your sides, occasionally slipping under your shirt.

The presence of you on top of him was both comforting and arousing, the fact that your most intimate parts were clothed yet so dangerously close to one another excited him. “Just do a little mor-” you paused your sentence, feeling something hard below you. Belphie groaned, grabbing your thighs tightly, standing up from the chair. “Belphie, wha-”, silencing you with a kiss, he laid you down on your bed. He smirked down at you,

“You caused this problem, you’re fixing it.”

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thehouseoflamentation · 5 years ago

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Hello love! So I'm dying to request (if you are comfortable with this) some breeding kink h/c of the demon brothers during breeding season. How do they act towards m/c while they are in heat? Thank you, I love you and your writing is amazing!

*holds up anon* THIS ONE!!! I LIKE THIS ONE!!!!!! Anon u are a person after my own heart <3 Sorry this took longer than I originally planned and it’s a bit more like a scenario but I hope you enjoy this!! ^-^

Lucifer

He would lock himself up in his room and refuse to get anywhere near you. Your scent alone is enough to drive him into a frenzy so he is extra cautious during breeding season. At first you offer to help him but right now he wants nothing to do with you. Its for your own safety after all.

However your persistence eventually wears him down. One day as you stop by his room to bring him some food, you notice a small pill case and a note slipped from underneath the door. “Take these and come inside if you want to help me. Don’t complain if you won’t be able to walk when this is over.”

You took the contraceptives and stepped inside. The room was rather dark so you barely noticed when you had bumped into Lucifer until you saw is silhouette looming over you. Without a word he lifted you over his shoulder and brought you over to his bed. He had been holding himself back all this time so when he finally had you to himself to couldn’t wait a single second longer. He tore your clothes off eager to feel your skin against his.

Once he threw his clothes off the last bit of restraint he had went out the door. He entered you and immediately started thrusting trying to relieve the tension he had from being in heat. He would cum inside you over and over again only stopping momentarily to either change positions or switch to use your mouth. The next few days consisted only of eating, sleeping, and fucking; the last activity took up most of your time together.

When it was over you were covered in bruises and bitemarks, trophies from surviving your first breeding season with Lucifer. Feeling rather sticky from the copious amounts of cum he poured inside and outside of you he helped clean you up in the shower, leaving kisses over the marks he made. He let you take the next few days off feeling that you deserved it after being oh so helpful this breeding season.

Mammon

He was the Avatar of Greed. There’s no way he wouldn’t let himself indulge in what he wanted and that included you as well. While he initially planned on staying away from you until the breeding season was over he couldn’t bear it anymore. As a human you were unaware of the brother’s heat cycle so you had no idea that every one of your little gestures had been driving Mammon over the edge since day one of his heat.

Right now he needed you more than anything. He invited you to his room and quickly tried to explain what breeding season was, why he needed you, and why you needed to take your clothes off as fast as possible and help him, all while frantically trying to undress himself. In his rush you were able to get the gist of what he was saying and agreed to help him. If only you knew the full extent of what you signed up for.

Once you removed your last piece of clothing he threw you onto his bed. He wanted to enter you as fast as possible but he didn’t want to hurt you so he immediately started eating you out to get you wet and ready to take him all while stroking himself to relieve some tension.

When you were finally ready for him he started thrusting at full speed. You felt so tight around his cock he couldn’t stop himself from indulging in the ecstasy of it all, letting his hips crash into yours over and over again.

As he moved in and out of you he wrapped his arms around your torso. His entire body was hot to the touch but that didn’t stop him from clinging onto you, desperate to feel your body against his. His gentle nibbles turned into deep love bites as his instincts kicked in urging him to mark you as his own.

You couldn’t count the number of times he released inside of you. He rarely pulled out unwilling to let any of his seed go to waste so instead you took in all of him until you could feel his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs. It seemed like he had an infinite amount of stamina because when one round ended another immediately followed after. You were in for a very long breeding season.

When it was finally over your entire body was sore. Too exhausted to do much of anything, the two of you stayed in bed comforting each other until you had the energy to move again.

Leviathan

For whatever reason, the universe decided that Levi would start his heat cycle early that year. He was used to being a shut in but now this meant that he had to hole himself up in his room and stay away from you while the rest of his brothers got to be with you until their heat cycles started. The thought of his brothers being able to enjoy your scent, your touch, your everything all while he was forced to stay under lock down was unbearable. The only comfort he had was from the items he *ahem* borrowed from your room in preparation for his heat.

A few days had passed and you noticed that Levi had been coming out of his room way less than usual and that’s really saying something considering it was Levi. When his brothers explained that he had entered his heat cycle and would have to stay isolated until it was over, you became determined to help him.

It took a lot of comforting and reassurance to get him to remove the spell barrier he put on his door but once he did you finally saw the desperate state he was in. You could hear the faint sound of creaking and panting grow louder as you approached his bed. Levi was gripping one of your shirts, desperately trying to take in as much of your scent as he could all while stroking himself with his free hand. When he saw you by his bedside he didn’t waste a second pulling you down onto the bed with him. He buried his face in your hair and started grinding on you, the feeling of your soft warm thighs rubbing against his cock made his head spin.

He only stopped for a moment to remove the rest of your clothes then continued to rub himself against your entrance until his dick was coated in your arousal. He gave you one last look of concern to make sure you were alright and once you nodded in response, he let his lust and desire take over.

He wrapped his arms around your chest, pulling you in close and allowing no distance between your bodies as he thrusted into you. The sound of slapping mixed with moans echoed in the darkness of the room as your bodies clung tightly to each other.

You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you and braced yourself for his first load. No matter how gentle he tried to be with you for the next few days, the small amount of restraint Levi had left wasn’t enough to stop him from cumming inside you over and over again until his was seed was leaking down your legs.

He refused to let you out of his embrace until his heat was over and when he did you no longer had the energy to move. When it was over Levi looked at the marks he left on your body. You were his first human mate and you managed to take him so well this breeding season. As he pulled you close one last time, resting his head on your chest, he wondered if you would his mate next year as well.

Satan

A week before his heat started he took it upon himself to warn you about breeding season. He knew how rough he could be when you normally had sex and he wasn’t about to let you come near him while he was wrecked with hormones. Even though you were willing to help, he wouldn’t allow it. He would never forgive himself if he hurt you, just the thought of it made his chest tighten. So instead, you devised a strategy to help him with his heat without directly coming into contact with him...or at least that was what the plan was supposed to be.

A few days before his cycle started, you gathered some of your clothes, some perfume you usually used, and a few suggestive photos of yourself to keep Satan occupied while he was in heat. Most importantly you turned your D.D.D (phone) on so he could call you if he needed anything. The first day went smoothly. He called you in the morning and again in the afternoon to let you know he was alright. His voice was calm, not a single indication of stress or tension in his voice. Your supply kit must have worked! The second and third day flew by without incident but on the fourth day, all hell broke loose.

Your clothes no longer had your scent, the perfume was all used up, and the pictures you gave him only made Satan crave your touch even more. In his desire for you he thought of one last resort. The only loophole to this situation was hidden in one of the dozens of spellbooks lying around his room and after spending the first three days of his heat searching for it, he finally found it. That night he called you after dinner asking you to come to the entrance of his room. You did as you were told but stood in shock as he gave you one last request. Enter the room.

The one fatal warning Satan had given you just days before and now he was telling you to ignore it. He assured you that you would be fine but doubt settled in your mind as you were unable to tell if that was really him or the sweet words of a demon overtaken by their own heat. Nonetheless you had faith in him and ultimately decided to step inside the room.

Once you entered the room you found him sprawled across his bed, his arms and legs outstretched and unmoving. He beckoned you to come closer and you did as you were told taking care not to step on any of the books and pages that were strewn on the floor. When you finally reached his bedside he explained his new plan.

He placed a spell on himself that would bind him for the next few hours making it impossible for him to move and impossible for him to hurt you. As much as he wanted to hold you close and dominate you in any way he pleased, this was the only plan he would think of to avoid hurting you all together.

That night you rode Satan for hours until the spell started to wear off. Everytime your legs started to get tired he used a hex to keep your energy, stamina, and libido going. You milked him again and again until his cum dripped down your thighs and stained the bedsheets underneath.

The spell wore off at sunrise so for your own safety you had to gather your clothes and limp out of the room before Satan could move again and potentially lose control. For the rest of the breeding season, whenever he needed you he would repeat the spell and give you a call. And each time without fail, you answered it.

Asmo

Asmo has always been a horny bastard every day of the year and being in heat only made him a hundred times worse. As soon as his cycle started his brothers barricaded him in his room to prevent him from causing trouble for anyone else while he was stuck in his most carnal state. Being in heat and having the power to charm anyone who looks your way was a very dangerous combination. If they didn’t take precautions there’s no telling what Asmodeus might do.

Being the Avatar of Lust and not being able to have sex during breeding season felt like torture for him. And not the good kind of torture. Sure he had plenty of toys and suggestive material to keep himself busy but it just never felt the same.

Having your dorm room share a wall with Asmo’s room wasn’t a great situation either. From day one you could hear him panting and moaning loud enough for the sounds to make it past the dense brick barrier that separated the two of you. One part of you was annoyed with him but another part of you felt pity for him as each groan and whimper sounded more desperate than the last.

His brothers warned you not to approach him in this condition but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t just ignore your boyfriend’s cries and it's not like you could sleep with him moaning loud enough for the rest of the dorm to hear it. It was well past midnight when you made it to Asmodeus’s room and knocked gently on the door hoping for any kind of response. His panting stopped for a moment as you heard his footsteps draw closer to the entrance of room. You explained through the door that you were there to help him. Even though you knew it wasn’t the best idea to meet him during his heat you didn’t enjoy letting him suffer alone. Still even if he wanted to Asmodeus couldn’t open the door. Lucifer had placed a curse on it that won’t allow him or any other demon to go in or out. Luckily though you were not a demon which was very evident once you turned the handle on the door and let yourself in.

As soon as you closed the door Asmo cradled your face in his hands and crashed his lips against yours. He had been isolated for the past few days so once he saw you he knew he wasn’t going to let a single second go to waste which was rather apparent once you looked down. You were definitely expecting him to be like this but you were not so prepared to find him stark naked the moment you walked in. You could feel your back press up against the door as Asmo slipped his hands beneath your shirt; massaging your chest and pinching your nipples before moving down to your stomach and towards your hips.

Normally, Asmo would tempt and tease you as if he had all the time in the world, but now all he wanted was to enter you and finally get the contact he’s been craving for this entire breeding season. You could sense his anticipation so you wasted no time in removing your clothes and giving just what he wanted. Once your underwear was off Asmo grabbed your thighs and lifted you up pressing your back further against the door as he thrusted into you. The wooden frame rattled every time Asmo rammed his hips into you, the noise only stopping when he finally released deep inside you.

For the next few days the constant sensation of Asmo’s cock throbbing and grinding into you was burned into your mind. Even without the effects of his charm your mind felt numb with pleasure as you reached orgasm after orgasm. You no longer remember how many times he came inside of you but you could feel the area near your stomach swell just a bit. By the end of it all, both of you had used up all your stamina unable to do anything besides cuddle and sleep until you regained your strength.

Beelzebub

Breeding season was always weird for Beelzebub. For once his hunger wasn’t solely focused on food but rather on something else that felt equally insatiable. He wasn’t too fond of being locked in his room for breeding season either. He knew he had to stay isolated to control himself for a bit but that also meant he couldn’t go out to eat and would have to wait until someone brought him food.

You felt pretty bad about his situation so you volunteered to bring him food whenever you could in addition to the meals that were prepared for him. For the first few days he seemed to be doing rather well but soon you noticed something was off. The bagel you slid under his door earlier that morning was still there left uneaten.

Knowing that Beel would usually never leave leftovers you decide to ask him if something is wrong but you’re met with silence, not even the sound of his stomach grumbling. You try to reach out to him one more time promising to help him in any way you can. It’s only then that you saw him peek his head around the door. He asked you one more time if you really wanted to help him only letting you into his room once you nodded in agreement.

Your little conversation in the doorway used up what little restraint Beelzebub had and now that you were alone with him he was going to take full advantage of your “help”. As he stared down at you it seemed that for once his lust outweighed his hunger as he tore off your clothes and carried you over to his bed. Once your back touched the bedsheets Beelzebub spread your legs apart leaving kisses and bites on your inner thigh before burying his tongue inside you. To him you weren’t just a snack, you were a full meal and he wasn’t gonna stop until he had his fill. As you squirmed, he pinned your hips onto the bed holding you still while he licked and sucked your clit to his heart’s content.

You were so wrapped in ecstasy you failed to notice that he stopped until you realized he was no longer between your legs and was now on top of you. You could feel the head of his cock rubbing against your entrance and braced yourself as he thrust his full length into you and started pounding into your core.

Even though he usually held back since he knew how big he was compared to you, that detail was left as an afterthought due to all the tension from his heat. For the rest of the breeding season when Beel wasn’t eating, all his energy went to fucking you. Every time so much as a drop of his cum seeped out of you he went right back in to fill you up with another load. When his heat finally ended you were covered in cum and bitemarks, unable to move. Beels heat induced lust faded away but his hunger still remained. He made a mental note to bring back some of your favorite snacks for when you wake up in addition to all the aftercare he was going to give you.

Belphegor

Belphegor hated breeding season. His heat made him too horny to sleep and since he kept using all his energy to get himself off he always ended up tired. Usually there wasn’t much he could do aside from stay in his room and wait until his heat was over. Even with his soft bed and hoards of pillows Belphegor knew he was in for another uncomfortable season.

From what you heard from the others breeding season was typically a tough time for a demon, especially one without a partner to find comfort in. They warned you not to approach Belphegor until his heat was over since there was a chance he might lose control, however you found their advice rather hard to believe. Belphegor was always gentle with you and when he wasn’t he let you choose the pace you were comfortable with. A few days past and you forgot their warnings, letting yourself slip into Belphegor’s room eager to help him in any way possible.

His room was certainly dark but even so you could hear his soft moans emanating from his bed. You moved carefully towards the source of the sound ready to explain that you were there to help but before you had the chance to speak an arm shot out and pulled you into the heap of pillows that sat on top of the bed. You couldn’t see a thing, all you could sense was Belphegor’s hot breath against the skin of your neck as his whimpers grew more and more desperate. He moved closer to you, his lips brushed against the outside of your ear. “Please...help me…” was all you heard from him as he took your hand and moved it over his crotch, his hard length pulsed and twitched against your palm. He shuddered under your touch and moved his hips against your hand trying to get as much stimulation as he could.

When you freed your hand from his grip you could see distress start to form across his face until you moved on top of him. You took off your shirt first then moved his hands back onto your body to feel the softness of your stomach and chest while you slid your pants off. When you were finally undressed you positioned your entrance just above the head of his cock before moving your hips down to take in all of him. Belphegor’s hands were now on your thighs pushing you down as hard as he could while he thrust his hips up in sync with yours.

Even after he finally came he had no intention of stopping, his heat not allowing for a moment of rest. For the next few days you spent your time riding him until you had no energy left, leaving him to hump your legs while you rested for a few hours. When breeding season ended Belphegor could finally sleep peacefully with you by his side albeit you were sweaty and covered in cum but at the moment both of you were too exhausted to care.

#obey me!#shall we date #shall we date?#lemon lime demon time #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #ask #obey me! scenario #scenario #bread

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theferalscion · 3 years ago

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Another hurty one with day 13

Won't Regain Consciousness

Emmanellain learned to swim, of course. Coerthas wasn't always frozen over like it is now, and he has many memories of splashing around with his brothers in the many lakes in the country.

When most of your life is spent inside tall stone walls, and there's not so much as a hospitable pond nearby for swimming in after the Calamity turns everything to ice, it's not much of an issue.

But this isn't Coerthas. This is the open ocean. And it's not for a fishing trip or pleasure cruise. And he's not wearing light swim gear, but full plate armor.

Because he's fighting Leviathan.

Yes, perhaps he should have mentioned the swimming-not-being-easy-in-full-armor business, but everyone is already so busy figuring out just how to even get to the damned monster. If he had brought up the fact that he couldn't swim while weighted down like this, it's not as though they had the luxury of time to give him lessons. Repeatedly he heard that time was not on their side, that the primal was getting ready to wipe Limsa Lominsa off of the map.

Just don't fall overboard, he'd told himself. There were railings. It would be fine.

Nevermind how slippery the deck got, how the raft was launched into the air and thrown about like a toy boat. Each time Emmanellain managed to grab hold of the railing and stay onboard. He only vomits twice during the battle, his stomach unable to handle both the stress and the sea sickness at the same time.

When the monster begins its death throes, Emmanellain thinks it's over. He kneels, gasping, and fails to see the tail whipping towards him.

It's so unfair, that it disappates into aether mere moments after slapping Emmanellain into the ocean. If only it had been slightly slower, perhaps-

He hits the water, his armor dragging him down quickly, and every last thought he has turns to survival. He flails wildly, struggling to claw his way back towards air. But it does nothing. He doesn't have the calm reasoning to remove his armor, or not to scream.

Water fills his lungs and then there's just darkness.

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Thancred knew something was wrong the moment Emmanellain was thrown into the water. Perhaps it was the fact that he just managed to glimpse the look of absolute terror on the Elezen's face, or maybe that plus the fact that he didn't seem to know how to position himself to fall into water.

"Bring a boat around!" He yells, before diving over the side of the towing ship and into the sea, swimming faster than he ever has in his life. He's well aware time is not on his side - the warrior is panicking, already exhausted from the fight, and sinking fast.

A few minutes at most, before he'll be beyond saving.

He finds him floating in the water, drifting down, and can barely see him - the sun is setting at this point and it's only the reflective gleam of his armor that gives him away. Thancred grabs hold of him with one hand, the other pulling a knife from his boot and mercilessly slashing through the straps of Emma's armor. Piece by piece it falls away until he's light enough to carry back to the surface.

Thancred's head breaks water, and he gasps in air, but Emmanellain remains limp, not breathing. There's already been a rowboat deployed, thank the gods, and they spot Thancred immediately.

Emmanellain is dragged on board, and they start back for the ship. Thancred works tirelessly, breathing hard into the Elezen's mouth over and over. "Dammit, Emmanellain, breathe!"

He still doesn't wake up.

Thancred doesn't even notice that they've been hoisted back up to the ship until deckhands pull him away from the Elezen, and he sees Y'shtola on standby. She has them lay Emma out on the deck and immediately gets to work, channeling her conjury while Thancred is wrapped up in a blanket and set aside to catch his breath.

It's a tense few minutes. No one makes a single sound as they watch, all from a distance, as the Miqo'te works, occasionally muttering to herself but not giving up.

Thancred feels a creeping sense of dread, and it becomes so heavy, so unbearably heavy, that when Emmanellain finally coughs and chokes in air, the relief of it dropping away nearly makes him pass out.

Y'shtola breathes a sigh of relief herself and closes her eyes while the crew cheers, everyone quite glad to know that the savior of Eorzea had not died quite yet. It would be in line for a hero to die in the line of duty, but no one, least of all Emmanellain, is ready for that to happen anytime soon.

It's all he can do to not just start crying when the fact that he nearly drowned catches up to him. Thankfully he's too exhausted from the ordeal to do so. Perhaps when he gets back to the Rising Stones he can do so...

Surely there's not going to be anymore primals anytime soon. He should have plenty of time to rest.

#ARR is just Emmanellain being peer pressured into fighting gods and crying about it #wol!emmanellain #my writing #EDITED TO INCLUDE EMMANELLAINS UPDATED SWIMMING LORE THAT CAME WITH THE ISLAND STUFF

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Brothers Accidentally Make the MC Cry

Hello, this is the obligatory italics blurb that I have to put under my titles or else things look weird and it bothers me. Don’t mind the blurb. The blurb is a friend. (Though I could start writing pieces of a little story up here just to see if anyone even reads them… Hm…. Ideas, ideas...)

Warning: Angsty

Lucifer

If he were being honest, he’d say that a part of him had always feared this would happen...

Lucifer likes to tell himself that he’s invincible, but everyday stresses can get to him just like anybody else. And like other people, he may not always act his best when he’s dealing with a full plate…

The MC hadn’t meant to make his day harder when they told him that they accidentally broke a lamp. It was a genuine accident! But Lucifer was still dealing with the fallout from another one of Mammon’s failed schemes, Satan had cursed all of his ties again, and Beel had eaten every scrap of food in the House… for the second time that week...

In comparison to everything else, a broken lamp was quite minor, but for Lucifer it was just the last straw and, for just a moment, he lost control…

His palm slamming against his desk hard enough to snap its legs and send it crashing to the ground. He scarcely knew what kind of look he had on his face, but whatever it was, he had made his human jump back in shock...

Really, it was silly for them to assume that he had gotten that upset over a lamp, but he saw tears starting to gather in their eyes all the same as they stammered out a quiet apology…

It felt like an ice spike to the heart. Damn his temper… He really ought to have been more careful with them after… well, everything he’d done before…

He was quick to go over to them, catching their face with his hand and giving them the most sincere apology he could muster while wiping away their tears… Overreactions aren’t becoming of him and he hated to cause them pain…

He, of course, took care of the lamp himself as penance and on the surface that seemed to be it (but to anyone paying attention, he had softened up on the MC considerably for at least a week. They probably could have sworn in front of Diavolo and he’d let it slide, he felt that bad about it...)

“I’m sorry, MC, I shouldn't have reacted like that… You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… Please, there’s no need to cry…”

Mammon

Oh? What's that? His heart is now in a million pieces now...? Well, that seems fair…

He and the MC were out on one of his gambling nights and he was actually on a killer winning streak for once! Jackpots around every corner, he was rolling in it!

The MC had tried to convince him to just throw in the towel early, take his winnings while he had them and bail, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

In hindsight, their insistence must have really shown how much the MC cared about him and wanted him to keep his earnings... but in the heat of the moment all he saw was someone trying to spoil his one night of fun.

To be fair to Mammon, it’s rather rare for him to lose control of his anger like he did. But when they tried to pull him away from the roulette table, he genuinely snarled at them and told them to get lost...!

Fortunately, he regretted his actions immediately after he saw the hurt in their eyes…

If their goal had been to get him to step away from the table, they achieved it. But only because he got up to pull them into a hug while stammering out apologies… Watching them actually shed tears hurt worse than any rope Lucifer had ever tied around him...

He spent the rest of the night away from the casino and trying to cheer up his human like his life depended on it... Seeing them in pain just tore him up that much.

"Ah, come on MC… I'm sorry, honest…! Please don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever ya want okay...? Just no more cryin…"

Leviathan

Now thinks he's the worst, literally the worst. Lower than lesser demon spit. Lower than Cerberus' shit. Lower than… well, you get the idea…

Levi can get very… intense when things involving his passions are brought up. This can be a fairly endearing quality… but it also means he gets disproportionately impassioned about seemingly minor things.

Levi ended up snapping at the MC when they let him over-sleep one day. This wasn’t unusual for them to do as Levi’s sleep schedule was notoriously shitty, but they shouldn't have done it that particular day…

An item he wanted on Akuzon was going to go live that morning and he had to be awake to participate in the bidding. He had mentioned it to the MC the day before, but he blew past it so quickly they didn’t actually remember…

He found out that he missed the bidding after he woke up and he was pissed. Genuinely enraged that they didn’t remember to wake him up to the point that he was shouting and baring his fangs!

… Really it was not a good look and he should have known better.

The look of fear and the tears gathering in the MC’s eyes snapped him out of it like a hard slap to the face, and somehow, it stung even more than that would’ve... It wasn’t long before he was crying along with them, practically begging for forgiveness...

He made it up to them by having a private showing of their favorite movie using a projector in the Planetarium, cuddling with them under a blanket while still, occasionally, muttering apologies under his breath.

“M-MC…? MC don’t cry…!! Please don’t cry, I- I’m sorry!! I… MC… I’m so sorry…”

Satan

Like Lucifer, he always worried this would happen and he hated when it finally came to pass…

He’d spent all his life learning how to restrain his temper, but it’s not a perfect science. There are the occasional times where the heat of the moment gets the better of him and he does something he regrets…

The MC had walked in on him one morning while he was fuming about Beel leaving the fridge empty again. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen him like this, but this time he was absolutely furious.

He had told Beel again and again and again to get his snacking under control or to, you know, get up early and get more food so the whole family wouldn’t spend the morning starving but noooo! Mr. I’m Hungry never thinks about anything but his own stomach and then leaves whoever’s on kitchen duty to pick up the slack like some dimwitted muscle-bound meathead and THEN-!!

When the MC tried to take his arm to calm him down, he jerked their hand away from him and roared right in their face. He may not be a lion, but the full sound of a pissed off demon could make humans have breakdowns all on its own…

Which was more or less what the MC began to do as he gripped their wrist, panicking while taking shallow, stuttered breaths…

Satan's anger left him swiftly and he let them go, only reaching out to touch them again when he tried to wipe the tears from their cheeks… He had to coo and beg for them to calm down, which was only so successful because he was fighting back tears himself…

On a scale of 1-10 of the worse things his temper has ever done, he'd rank this a firm 200... He refused to touch them for about a week afterwards and it took a long time for him to trust himself again… He just didn't want to hurt them...

"MC?? MC…? M… Oh no… MC, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you! I… I wouldn't dare… please believe me..."

Asmodeus

Oh baby! Sweetheart! Love of his life!! No, please no… don't subject him to this…

MC and Asmo were out dancing and some witch came by to try and flatter him.

Now, Asmo is a flirt normally, but get a few drinks in him and well… Let's just say his love of attention overrides his better judgment far more often than it should and friends don't let friends go home with creepy witches.

When the MC told the witch to scram, Asmo was confused and, frankly, quite irritated. That lovely lady had been stroking his ego in all the right ways and his human just scared her off so rudely!

Under most situations, Asmo would have kept his cool better but the haze of Demonus made his tongue loose... which let the venom fly…

He couldn’t quite remember what he said. The words left his mouth so quickly that they slurred together on his clumsy tongue, but it must have been enough because the MC flinched away from him.

That hurt all on its own, but as he started to process the pain in their eyes… he had never sobered up so fast...

He had their cheeks cupped in his hands and were kissing away their tears within the instant. Though the loud music at the club should have drowned out his apologies, the MC could see it written all over his equally tearful face…

He pulled them into his arms and then out of the club shortly after, the fog of Demonus that plagued him just moments before had long left him and all he knew was that the MC needed to be brought home and cuddled… stat.

“M-MC…? I’m sorry was it something… did I…? I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry…!”

Beelzebub

He really didn't mean to shout so loud… honest...

Beel becomes a completely different person when he’s hungry. He’s not entirely to blame, as his hunger can get so intense, but he still can snap from time to time when he really doesn’t mean to…

It was right after one of his practices and Beel hadn’t gotten a chance to eat in a few hours by the time the MC came to grab him from RAD. That already had him in a bad mood, but practice hadn’t gone too well for him either…

He honestly didn’t realize how sharply he snapped at the MC when they asked him how he was. The irritation and frustration of the day all hit him at once and he became much harsher towards them than he ever intended…

It must have been the shock of seeing ever-sweet Beel suddenly get so aggressive with them that startled them so. He saw a couple tears gathering in their eyes before they could hide them and his heart just sank…

The MC was picked up in a crushing bear hug before they even let out their first sniffle. Beel didn’t even have to say how sorry he was, they could feel it in every squeeze he gave them. All while he completely ignored the growling of his stomach...

Beel wouldn’t let them go until he was certain they’d forgiven him which, honestly, took a while. Mammon was the one to ask why he had carried them all the way back to the House like a baby but… well, he didn’t need to know, now did he?

“MC, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted… Are you alright...?”

Belphegor

Stubborn boi is stubborn and trying really, really hard not to crack right now...

That's not going to last long.

Belphie can be a bit of a brat and since he's the baby of the family so he's used to getting his way. He and the MC don't argue a ton, but when they do, he always digs his heels in and refuses to budge an inch on anything.

So what started out as a simple disagreement on how often Belphie would flake out on his chores turned into a kick-the-door-down argument over how much his laziness left the MC to pick up the slack...

It ended as all their barn burning arguments do, with demon-form Belphie sitting cross-legged on his bed refusing to look at them and the MC angrily pacing about the room until he cools off…

And then he heard it.

First a sniffle… and then a hiccup. Another sniffle then muffled whine…

Oh no… not this… Why are they crying…? They don't normally cry…

To his credit (or perhaps discredit), he managed to hold out for about two minutes before he finally glanced back at them. Seeing the MC wiping their tears all alone on the floor crumbled his resolve real quick.

The MC found themselves enveloped by Belphie's arms before they even noticed he got up. Naturally, he was pouting and trying to make it seem like "not a big deal or anything" but they could tell by the nervous twitch of his tail that he was hurting too…

Needless to say. Belphie started remembering his chores a lot more after that.

"Humans are so fragile… I didn't mean to make you cry, you know? I'll get things done just… Don't cry… please…"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines

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mvmmoney · 4 years ago

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ﾟ･:*｡(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*)~｡*:･ﾟ happy birthday to my boy!!!

i wrote a fluffy, steamy, firey birthday story to celebrate (..good times, c'mon!) come one come all levi stans — happy leviaday ♡

🔞 if under eighteen 🔞 do not interact 🔞

tw: 18+ sexy sexy time, MC dominant, vaguely femMC (they/them pronouns)

"No way!! You got me the new TSL chapters!! Those aren't supposed to be out for another week!!” Levi was grateful MC had asked him to open their present alone with each other in his room, this way they could fan over the new book in peace, free of ridicule from his other brothers. “Thank you, MC!” he beamed, grabbing MC into a hug before he even realized it. He pulled away a bit stiff, “I, uh, really really like it,” Levi tapped the book to his head, then held it to this chest, unsure of what to do with the arms he was suddenly very aware he had. MC knelt to the floor and invited him to kneel with them, eyes not meeting his which he found curious, “Sit down with me, Levi, let’s read the first few pages together.” MC was in a dress that highlighted their figure, Levi tried his best not to notice, but the silhouette of them was very, very distracting. He cleared his throat as he opened the book to the first page, making sure his voice was steady as he began to read.

“And that’s the first chapter! What do you think, MC?....MC?” There was a long pause, he looked up to MC only to notice they weren’t looking at him, but focusing intently on the ground. Then, as if they could read his mind, MC looked up at Levi, sending a sort of exciting kind of jolt through him when their eyes met.

MC’s eyes were sharp and intense, not leaving Levi's as they moved closer to him. He sat up right straight and moved his hands to his sides, inadvertently making way for MC's knees to straddle him beneath them. Now slightly taller than Levi, MC cupped his face with both hands, eyes on fire.

"There's another gift I wanted to give you," their faces only inches apart, he could feel MC's breath on the bridge of his nose. "If that was okay with you."

A burning feeling was making its way through Levi's body, suddenly intense all around the middle of him. He was sure his face was blushing, betraying the cool facade he had worked so hard to keep around MC. He didn't care.

He gulped, "Y-yeah, what—" Levi cleared his throat, though it had little impact on the clear cautiousness in his voice, "—that's fine with me." He nodded, eyes still diving deep into MC's. He had known they were beautiful before, but there was a light burning in them tonight that was only ever hinted at before, and now it was devouring him.

MC took in a breath, and leaned into his lips, closing their eyes as contact was made. His lips were soft and full. MC slid a hand from his cheek up to his hair, intertwining their fingers with the lush blue strands. His arms, acting on instincts he was not familiar with, wrapped around MC, bringing them in closer than they already were. Their lips danced against each other, slowly at first, then partying gently letting MC's tongue meet Levi's. Heartbeats started to pound faster, each sure the other could hear it. Levi felt a pinch on his bottom lip and watched as MC pulled away slightly, his lip gripped delicately between their teeth before they let go.

"Take off my dress, Levi." He did as he was told, ripping the dress off of MC's body, literally. Levi exhaled as he took in MC before him. Perfect, everything about them was perfect. And here they were. Straddling him, his hands seemingly free to roam, fully naked on his birthday. His head was spinning.

MC lifted his face by his chin, one eyebrow cocked. "I'll get you another one off Akuzon." He half smiled, hoping he was not in too much trouble, but they only dropped their hand and smiled. "Strip."

Levi again complied, painfully taking his hands off of MC and pulling his shirt over his head. MC's hands were warm against his skin, they we're wrapping themselves around him again, "Let me help you," MC said as they went in for another round kisses. This time their hands slid themselves over Levi's body, starting on his neck and down his torso, finally reaching the button on his jeans. Meeting no resistance, MC undid the top button and unzipped the zipper, already feeling a bulge against their hand as they did so.

Levi came through his fog of desire for a minute. "W-wait," he said between gasps for air when their lips parted, "brothers, my brothers. They could come knocking any second, or worse, Mammon might just break my door down!" MC pulled away, a coy smile on her lips as they started to tug at Levi's jeans, "I mean it! T-they could—" A finger was put to his lips, "I've taken care of it, no one will bother us," their smile even bigger now, "You're mine for the night, Levi. Up on the bed."

His pants were shimmied off, leaving him in his boxer briefs and nothing else. He obeyed his demand and raised himself from the floor to the middle of the bed. MC mimicked his movement, in front of him once more. They leaned in close to his lips, close enough to kiss them again but stopped short. They whispered, "Lay back," and shoved him down. Levi reached his hands up to indulge in the beauty straddling above him, but his hands were smacked away. "No touching, not yet." MC began kissing his chest, their soft lips leaving little puddles of electricity wherever they touched. They worked their way lower and lower, to the bulge still sitting in his boxers. MC's fingers crawled into the inside band of his shorts & pulled them down, leaving Levi exposed with a sudden stand to attention. He sucked in a sharp breath as MC took him into their mouth. They took the tip of him first, running their tongue over his head before taking him deeper down their throat. He could feel his toes curling and his fists clenching as MC bobbed up and down with intense pacing. He let out a soft moan, then another followed by a small, "Fuck." This only seemed to excite MC more, them humming back "Mhmm," their vocal chords vibrating against him. He shuddered. MC took him out of their mouth and slapped him against their cheek, "How is that, birthday boy?" His cheeks were hot, blood pumping heavy in his ears and his member in MC's hands. "So good, s-so good. Please, please keep going." MC smiled, and took him again. They licked and squeezed to their hearts content before crawling on top of Levi once more, this time letting his hands reach onto their chest. MC whimpered as they felt him roll their nipple between his fingers.

"Do you want to fuck me, Levi?"

He let his fingers trail down to MC's hips, "Yes," was all he could manage.

"I could let you inside me, on some conditions," there was that smile again, the smile MC only had for him when they were in control like this. The power corrupting anything holy in the space between them, something that got both of their adrenaline pumping. MC’s voice was low and steady, confident, "On the condition that you fuck me hard," they reached a hand down around his hard cock, bringing it close to their entry, "and deep," they were rubbing him against them now, him getting slick with MC's juices, "and until I can hardly take it anymore." Levi himself felt like he could hardly take it anymore. Everything inside of him felt like it was on fire, exploding with lust and desire and longing. His head was spinning and clear all at once, his mouth ached to be on MC, other parts of him ached to be inside them. "Can you promise me all of that, Leviathan? Can you fuck me just like that?" He nodded his head, "Yes, yes, whatever you want, I'm yours, I'll do—" Levi's breath shuddered as MC lowered themselves onto him, him finding them warm and welcoming inside. It sent a volt through him that he couldn't control. His grabbed MC's hips and began to roll them over him, every single one of his senses heightened and in ecstasy.

In a single swoop, he wrapped his arms around MC and had them beneath him without breaking their hips rhythm against each other. Their eyes met, saying everything the other needed to know. Levi wanted MC, MC wanted Levi and there was nothing else in the world aside from them and this bed and this moment. They kissed with passion, moaning into each other's mouths as Levi pushed himself deep into MC. He slid out only to slam back into them, MC arching their back in pleasure. Levi grunted as he repeated the motion, changing his pace every so often, feeling the slow buildup within him. His hands intertwined with MC's, pushing them above their head into the pillows, their foreheads against one another, panting in unison.

They rolled around each other in a dance only they knew the steps to. Skin against skin, their sweat mixing with each other's as they got more and more intense. Levi had scratches on his back and chest, MC had visible bite marks on their neck and swollen lips. Marks from a battle they both were currently reigning victorious. "Levi I'm going to, I-I'm going to," they grabbed his face, panting as they looked into his eyes above them. He had both of their legs hoisted up in the inside of his elbows, eyes the eyes of a mad man in love, drunk in sin. MC quivered, feeling their own buildup about to release. "Do it with me, Levi, cum with me birthday boy, p-please...Levi..." their voice was sultry and pleading, "I'm so close, you have me s-so close...please, now, n-now, oh–f-f-FUCK!" Levi felt MC contract around him, his signal to release as well, doing so like the good boy he was. Every sensation exploded in a matter of seconds and continued firing for what seemed like a moment looped in time forever.

They fell into each other's embrace as they tried to steady their staggered breath. Euphoria was in the air as the world recreated itself around them. MC seemingly able to move their limbs first, wrapped around Levi, him still collapsed on top of and inside them. "Happy birthday, Levi," they giggled into his ear, kissing him gently. He chuckled, him not wanting to lift his chest from theirs. "Best birthday yet," he grinned, eyes closed. Neither of them moved for awhile, falling asleep in each other's arms, belonging to each other the rest of the night.

#look yall.........the levi feels are off the rails okay #i mean it i am SIMPIN and simpin hard folks - i had a scene in my head and here it is #happy birthday to my boy <3 <3 #obey me!#obey me #obey me! leviathan #leviathan #leviathan x mc #omswd levi #omswd #is this longer than i thought it was going to be? YES but we're all just going to have to be okay with that #*

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onemistresstorulethemall · 4 years ago

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Tough love

A lot of people wanted a sub Levi fic because for some reason I didn't write any yet so here it is.

It's just smut, without any plot, so proceed with caution.

Tw: degradation

To @jellifishqueen hope it suits your taste

Word count:1320

Nsfw, F!Mc

"Have I told you how pretty you look?", you reached under his chin with your index finger, lifting his head.

"S-stop that, it's embarrassing...", he looked at the floor.

Shifting your legs, you let out a small chuckle before grabbing a fistful of his hair. You forced him to look into your eyes as you licked your lips.

"Is that how you talk to your mistress?", you raised your free hand, making him flinch, "I remember asking you a question."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I... Yes, ma'am. Yes, you did.", the demon replied in a hurry.

"Good.", you let go of his hair and brought the raised hand onto your thigh, "That's more like it."

You spread your legs slowly and motioned for him to come closer. He crawled towards you, not daring to look into your eyes.

"Make up for being a brat. Think about why you shouldn't talk back to me.", you lifted your skirt to reveal you weren't wearing anything underneath.

"Yes, ma'am.", his voice was shaky but he knew better than to not reply.

"Good boy, now get to work."

The liliac-headed demon gulped before bringing his face closer to your wet folds and letting his tongue explore, making sure to lick you up in the way you liked it. His hands grabbed your thighs softly while his pace sped up. Soon enough, you hand your hands tangled into his messy purple hair, leaving him no room to back away. He was going to stay there and be useful until you've had enough. Unfortunately for him, you were greedy and it wasn't his pleasure that mattered. Right now, he was there to serve you and he was doing such a good job.

"You look so good like this", you panted, "On your knees, worshipping me... It's what you were meant to do. Lucky you, it's all you're good for."

You could hear him moan after your remark and his grasp on your thighs became a little firmer.

"Oh, you liked that?", you let out a soft giggle, "Of course you do. You're a filthy little excuse of a demon who gets hard from being degraded."

You could feel him moan around your clit and he was doing his best to keep sucking.

"What would your crew think if he saw you now?", you pulled his hair to make him face you.

A mixture of juices and saliva dripped down his chin and he looked visibly upset that you pulled him away from your pussy.

"How pathetic... Look at you... Is that how the admiral of hell's navy should look? A mindless fucktoy?"

You let go of his hair and he immediately resumed pleasing you as if that was his life source. The purpose of his life was to make you cum.

One of Leviathan's hands left your thigh and found its way at your entrance. Eventually, two fingers started pumping in and out of you and at this point, you couldn't hold it anymore.

You let your head fall back and focused on how he made you feel. It didn't take long from you to come undone, squeezing his head between your thighs, probably making it hard for you to breathe.

When you regained your resolve, you pulled him away again.

"Satisfactory.", you stated.

It was, in fact, so good it made you dizzy, but he didn't have to know that.

"Now, come here.", you patted the spot next to you in bed, "I might forgive you of you behave."

Just as he was told, Leviathan climbed into your bed then turned to face you. Wide eyed, breathing heavily, with red cheeks and a heartbeat so fast you could literally see it pump in his chest.

"Lay down, toy, I don't have all day."

"Y-yes, ma'am.", he complied.

You climbed on top of him and brushed your fingertips along his ribs. He was already naked, of course. You liked it that way. It made him feel exposed and anxious, which made him even harder. You never took all of your clothes off, not even during sex. It offered you a feeling of power. He couldn't touch your skin the way he wanted even if you allowed it. He couldn't see you as vulnerable and exposed as you see him.

You positioned his member to your entrance and looked into his eyes as you were sliding down.

"If you make one move, you're going to regret it, hear me?"

He nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat.

You rolled your hips at an agonizingly slow pace, loving the way he bit his lip and grasped the sheets in an attempt to stop himself from thrusting recklessly into you.

"What is it, baby? Is it hard?"

"Yes!"

You laughed and stopped in your tracks.

"Good. It should be."

"Ah~ Ma'am...Why did you stop?"

"If I were to let you move freely, what would you do?"

His cock twitched inside of you.

"I...I would...I..."

"If you can't tell me it means you don't want it that bad...", you began to stand up and let his member slide out of you.

Instinctively, Leviathan gripped your hips to make you stay put. When he realized what he'd just done, his eyes widened.

"What the fuck did you just do?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am!"

You slapped his cheek, but in response he only moaned and you felt a twitch inside you once again.

"You filthy little... You like this, don't you? It's supposed to be punishment, but you're a masochistic little slut, aren't you?"

You started moving your hips again, this time, however, as fast as you could.

"W-wait, I... sensitive..."

"Oh, you're sensitive? That's too bad."

His nails dug into your skin and his eyes were tightly shut.

"If you cum in me I'll make you eat it, you hear me?"

"Yes, m-ma'am."

You slapped his cheek again and then gripped his face to turn it around and make him face you.

"Who do you belong to?", you asked.

"To you! I'm yours!"

You rewarded him with rolling your hips just the way he liked it.

"What are you?", you added.

"I'm your little toy."

Your hand moved to his neck and started squeezing progressively harder. He bit his lip and let out one of his signature pathetic moans.

"Why do you exist?"

"To...serve...you...", he breathed out with your hand still around his throat.

You removed your hand as a reward. Instead, moving it to his bottom lip, dragging down, to make him open his mouth. You laughed.

"I'd spit into your mouth, but you're not even worthy of that."

"No, ma'am, please. Please spit into my mouth! I'll be grateful!"

"You want it that badly?"

His cock replied before him, getting harder and throbbing just after your question.

"Yes, please. I'm begging you, ma'am, spit in my mouth."

Leviathan stuck his tongue out, looking into your eyes, pleading to taste your saliva. It was embarrassing, really. The third most powerful demon in Devildom at your mercy, begging you to degrade him.

You obliged and spat in his cute little mouth, loving the way the corner of his mouth curled upwards the moment he got to taste it.

"Tha-ahh~...you, ma'am."

Before you could even question it, you felt his warm seed spill inside of you. You grabbed his hair and pulled it roughly.

"You worthless fucktoy. You...you fucking waste of space. Did I tell you that you could cum!?"

"No, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am!"

"What did I tell you!?"

"That if I cum inside you, you'll make me eat it...", after saying the last bit his lips curled into a smirk.

"You little... You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

He looked shocked that you figured it out as if you read his mind or something of the sort.

"Alright, then, you hungry little slut. Clean me up."

#obey me! shall we date?#one master to rule them all #shall we date #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me! leviathan #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #leviathan

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cafedanslanuit · 5 years ago

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how would the obey me boys would react to drunk mc touching them inappropriately in front of everyone? thanks for the jumin eating commoners food hc, it was great! since its already my 3rd request, call me anon Su ^^

Hello, anon Su! Hope you’re doing well <3 And I’m glad you liked the hc for Juju eating commoners food ~ Here’s your request for the obey me boys! Small warning about a bit of nsfw themes lol, but nothing too explicit.

Lucifer

You’re both having lunch with Diavolo an Barbatos. The menu is better than when you used to eat with the other brothers and you plan on making a group demand about better food because Beel deserves better.

Lucifer is going over with Diavolo about a tournament that will take place in RAD but you’re not really paying attention. You eat a bite and even though it’s delicious you can’t help but feel bored. So you keep drinking more and more wine, trying to distract yourself. Before you know it, you notice yourself a little dizzy.

Your boyfriend keeps talking and you decide to have a little fun with him. You wait until he takes a sip of his wine and leaves a ghost of a violet trace in his lower lips. You lean closer and wipe it slowly with your thumb, making sure to look at him in the eyes just in the way you know he likes. You smirk at him when you’re done and go back to your position, taken a bite of the steak in front of you, never breaking eye contact with him.

Everyone goes silent for a moment. Diavolo laughs softly and starts talking with Lucifer again and just when you thought you had lost, you feel a hand under the table squeezing your knee harshly. You can’t help but grin as you wonder how will the first born will make you pay for this.

Mammon

You’re both drunk. Not only you, but every brother is the drunkest they’ve ever been. You had organized an impromptu party and somehow, everyone had agreed. Even Levi, who was very passionately explaining a TSL story on a board.

Mammon is louder than ever, and now that you’re both dating, he can’t keep his hands off you. His arm is always around your waist, holding you close and bringing you with him wherever he goes. You can’t stop laughing at it, even when he needs to use both hands, he finds a way to keep touching you.

For the first time in the night, it seems he finally has to let you go. The beers had taken a toll on him and by the way his legs were squirming, you know he has to go to the bathroom. He excuses himself and promises he will be right back.

You don’t know what got into you, but before you can think about it, you slap Mammon’s ass as he stands up so loud that every brother stops what they’re doing and look at you both.

Your face is deep red but you manage to laugh it out and add a flirty: “Well, don’t make me wait”, at a very confused and equally embarrassed Mammon, who just manages to quickly leave the hall as everyone shares a laugh and go back to their previous endeavours.

Leviathan

Same demon brothers’ impromptu party.

Only this time, Levi wasn’t really up for it. He brought his Switch to the party and keeps playing, ignoring everyone and refusing to drink. At Satan’s insistence, he accepted a bottle of beer but still didn’t try to join the party.

You’ve tried everything by now, from batting your lashes to literally trying to take the device of his hands, but nothing seemed to work. So you started drinking. A lot.

You didn’t realise how much time has gone by, but you were officially drunk now. You were drinking by Asmo’s side when you saw Mammon teasing Levi.

“Asmo’s gonna steal your girl if ya’ don’t stop playing, Levi! Hey, listen to me!”

You giggled a little, knowing that won’t stop your boyfriend from playing. Mammon, pretty drunk himself, kept pushing him and you tried your best to ignore it, until you heard somethin that ticked you off.

“This is why people don’t like otakus, ya’ know? They’re boring”.

Not under your watch.

Levi may not be a party guy, but he definitely wasn't boring. And you weren’t going to let anyone diminish him, when you had been working so hard on making him love himself more.

So, you walked to the couch and kneel beside Levi. Not caring about what could anyone say, you hug Levi tightly to your chest, his face buried in your breasts. You’re so drunk you don’t realize the sexual tension in your hug, thinking you’re just cuddling your lover. You almost miss the sound of Levi’s Switch falling on the floor.

“Hey, don’t mess with my man!” you argued with Mammon and sticked your tongue out. “He’s not boring, he’s really cool, you just can’t realize it. I’m in love with this otaku, and I think he loves me too”

“Well, he definitely loves your breasts” an inebriated Asmo teased you, making everybody laugh.

You looked at him, confused, until you look down and realize Levi’s face is still pressed to your chest. You let him go and tried really hard not to laugh at how red his face was and how he was unable to talk. You whisper an apology and sit next to him. You turned your head at him.

“You okay?” you asked.

“That was… nice” he replied his face flushed. You laughed softly and picked up his Switch from the floor, handing it to him.

He turned it off

you can fight me on this but levi is a boobs man i will die on this hill

Satan

You both loved wine. More than wine, you loved drinking wine together. It was a Friday night, school was over and you had gone to Satan’s room to share a bottle of wine with him, while you chatted about whatever topic your boyfriend had been reading about recently. You loved debating with him and even researching about it on his library mid-debate.

A bottle of wine became two, and three and four. You were really drunk and whilst he wasn’t as drunk as you, he definitely looked a little more disheveled than usual.

“I’m hungry” you announced, kneeling on Satan’s bed. He arched an eyebrow, smiling at you.

“So?”

“Cook me something? Please?” you asked, pouting a little. Satan smiled, pecking you on the lips.

“No. But we can order something” he replied. You nodded and let yourself fall on his bed dramatically while he used his D.D.D. to order food.

“Hope I’m still alive by then” you sighed, gaining an honest laugh from your boyfriend, who put himself on top of you. He looked at you intensely, and you could see in his eyes the wine had definitely done something to him.

“C’mon, let’s make use of this thirty minute wait” he suggested, smirking. Before you could reply, he clashed his lips on yours, eliciting a moan.

Thirty minutes came faster than you expected (as did you, sorry not sorry for that pun). Both of you decided to go to the kitchen and prepare everything so you could go back to his room. Satan put his pants and shirt on, while you also put your uniform blouse and skirt the best that you could.

When you got to the kitchen, your food was already on the table. “You’re lucky Beel is out” Belphie commented, sitting on the kitchen counter while he idly ate some cereal. Asmo was also there, and giggled at both yours and Satan’s clothing choice. “You stink of alcohol and sex. Please keep in mind my proposal, Satan, remember the more the merrier” he winked, making you laugh.

Satan just chuckled at the comment, concentrating at separating both your orders in two plates. You hugged him from the back possessively, sticking your tongue out to Asmo.

“Mine!” you joked. You pressed your cheek on Satan’s back, your hands roaming around his stomach, feeling delighted his abs. The alcohol still in your body made you feel bold, as you let your hands wander underneath Satan’s shirt. You felt his muscles clenching as you caressed his chest and abs. Just when you were about to make your way down south, you heard a frustrated groan from behind.

Belphie was still sitting on the counter with a disgusted face. “Please go back to your room, this isn’t a brothel. And Asmo is about to jump on you both”. You saw a pink aura around Asmo and how his eyes were a little bit darker. By then, Satan had finished preparing the tray, so you turned around and went back to your room, not before grabbing another bottle of wine.

Asmodeus

You didn’t really need alcohol to get handsy with him, not caring who was around you.

It soon became old to have any of the brothers walk in on you when you were both making love in any room of the house. Poor Beel really wanted his custard, but didn’t know how to politely tell you both so top fucking against the refrigerator.

One day you were both on Asmo’s bath, drinking champagne and taking your time to relax together. You suddenly thought of something fun to do that you hadn’t tried before and when you told Asmo about your plan he was so in.

For the first part of your plan, you had gone to Levi’s room. You knocked the door and when he finally opened it, you told him there was a package from Akuzon in the living room, which you thought was for him. He run down the stairs and you took your chance to enter his room alongside Asmo, hiding behind one of Levi’s shelves.

Levi came back, murmuring something about you wasting his time because the package definitely said Satan, not Leviathan. He put his headphones back on and resumed his videogame. You gestured to Asmodeus to be quiet and winked at him. He quickly was all over you, pressing you against the wall. You could feel how hard he was already, the idea of both of you making love in front of Levi while he didn’t notice was something you hadn’t tried before. You were wearing a dress because of its easy access and Asmo was wearing a pair of loose leggings.

Not long before, Asmo was pulling down your panties and thrusting inside of you. You put a hand on your mouth, trying your best to not make any sound. You looked at Levi, his back to you both, and was still playing his video game, unaware you two were fucking behind him. The thrill of this new experience made you come quicker than you usually did. Taking joy in not having been discovered so far, you helped Asmo finish by kneeling and taking him into your mouth.

Both of you were done and felt like laughing when you realized Levi was still innocently playing. Just as you were about to plan a way to escape, Levi left the room, presumably to go to the kitchen. A couple of seconds later Asmo and you looked at each other and took your chance, running out of Levi’s room, dissolving in giggles the moment you arrived back in Asmo’s room.

Beelzebub

Back to the brothers’ hall impromptu party.

Beel is contently sitting on one couch, while you’re sitting on his lap. You have had the idea of trying to keep up with him and his drinking, which was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had. You were really drunk and Beel wasn’t even dizzy. You wished you had thought he was almost double your size, triple your weight and A DEMON, of course he could handle more alcohol than you.

Beel had ordered food because he couldn’t just drink. Everyone had eaten from his large order, and now the only thing that was left was a small pool of chocolate on a plate were previously had held fruit bathed in dark chocolate.

All the brothers were drinking and sharing a moment, when your drunk shelf put decided to put their finger on the plate and then pass it across Beel’s cheek.

Everybody looked at you confused, but the most adorable of all was Beel, whose eyes were open and, far from being mad, was wondering why was you just put some melted chocolate on his cheek.

Before he could ask, you gave a long lick to his cheek, wiping the chocolate off of Beel.

“Get a room” Satan commented, rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his drink.

Asmo cuddled up on Beel’s other side and made heart eyes at him. “You know, if MC is into this, we could really get creative with our leftovers and…”

“Asmo, no” Beelzebub said, not even looking at him. His eyes were still lost on your face, not knowing how to react to your boldness. You gave him a sheepishly grin and gave his cheek a peck.

“I’m sorry, I’m drunk” you excused yourself, a little hiccup leaving your body. Beel tenderly chuckled and mirrored you, staining your cheek with leftover melted chocolate and licking it. You bit your lip and you both left the party, ignoring Mammon’s complains and Asmo’s disappointed sigh.

“So… any room I can crash in tonight?” Belphie asked.

Belphie

This baby is not one for physical touching.

But oh boy, when he’s drunk… he can’t stop touching you. It’s not as clear as Mammon, but it’s almost as possessive as Lucifer’s.

If you’re talking with someone, he’ll shamelessly put his hand on your thigh and caress it up and down, until the other person is so uncomfortable they’ll just leave.

At first you were a bit concerned about this behaviour, but then you realized it was only while he was drunk. Once he sobered up, he wouldn’t act so jealous.

At the brothers’ party, you started drinking heavily and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Belphie was talking with Satan when you sat down next to him. Before he could do anything, you put a hand of his thigh, waiting for him to act on it. You thought he would touch your thigh as well, make a sarcastic comment about it or let you touch him in silence, but you were greatly surprised when you felt Belphie grabbing your hand and putting it on top of his crotch.

You gasped in surprise and Satan choked on his drink, excusing himself quickly.

“Don’t test me, MC” Belphie warned in a slurred tone that indicated you he was as drunk as you were. You took that as a dare more than a warning.

You leaned over and pressed a kiss between his ear and the point were his jaw began. You felt a known twitch under your hand that hadn’t moved from where Belphie had put it.

“C’mon” Belphie quickly muttered, taking your hand and leaving the hall together.

#obey me #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #i wish i could drink with them #i'm that drunk that gets clumsy and is always about to trip over someone #also that drunk that tries to flirt and fails miserably lol

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crystalrose555 · 4 years ago

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Don’t make me slap you pt 31

“We’re under attack! Help, send out the royal guard!” No. 2 screamed as he burst into the garden where Diavolo and Barbatos resided with afternoon tea.

However, before he could manage to explain, Little D No. 2 was gripped tightly by an out-of-breath Mammon. As his brothers made their appearance in a gruff and hurried fashion, he squished down the little demon.

“Shut up before people start thinkin’ we’re tryin’ to take over the place!” He growled.

“Once usurpers, always usurpers, Pa-”

Little D No. 2 didn’t even have a chance to finish his taunt as Mammon threw him as hard as he could into the distance. Everyone stared at him as he heaved for breath and dusted off his hands.

“What!? The little jerk can fly and we have more important stuff, remember!?”

“For once, Mammon’s right. Lord Diavolo, do you care to explain?”

Diavolo smiled while placing his cup down on the saucer.

“Explain what, may I ask?”

Levi pushed his way to the front of his brothers as he pulled out his phone and showed its content with a fierce blush on his face.

“Don’t cast Confusion, what is with this!?”

“Ah yes, that is the Devilgram post that Marley sent to tell you all that she was alright.” He answered.

“Yeah, but what’s with that picture!?”

“Oh, Marley believed a picture would be best to announce her recovery since you weren’t answering your D.D.D.s.”

“Then why did she take it while sitting on your lap like that!?” Levi screamed while pointing at the familiar red cloth in the background of Marley who posed provocatively with a seductive cheekiness.

Diavolo scratched his face with his finger and looked away with a small chuckle.

“Ah yes, she claimed it would be a better angle and insisted on taking it that way, something about an interesting background and composition.”

“Aww, she remembered my posting lessons~”

“Asmo, you're the reason behind such a lewd picture!?”

“Yeah, I taught her some secrets of breaking into the top posts on Devilgram but I never dreamed that she would get the top rank ahead of yours truly. That cheeky little minx used Lord Diavolo’s account to promote her selfie. I’m mostly upset because I never thought about taking a picture on Lord Diavolo’s lap. Actually, Lord Diavolo, can I-”

Asmo, however, didn’t get to finish his request as the piercing gaze of his elder brothers burned holes in the back of his head. Surprisingly, the most intense stares were coming from Lucifer whose face had run cold with his full disdain for the overall situation. Diavolo, on the other hand, looked on in confusion.

“I thought you all would be happy to learn that Marley’s alive and well.”

“We were until we saw what was happening in Devilgram. The entire app has crashed three times from the sudden flux of viewers and comments on your account. Not to mention the entire rumor mill from RAD has blown up in multitudes and hasn’t decreased since the picture was posted.” Satan answered.

“The mere thought about the amount of work ahead is giving me a headache that could rival the pain of the fall.” Lucifer coldly added.

Diavolo’s eyes widened at the sudden comment.

“Wait, you still wish to follow me, Lucifer? After everything?”

Lucifer sighed heavily.

“Of course, you saved Lilith and I swore my loyalty to you for it. My oath remains just as it did before, though the burden has shifted in a way that I’ve never planned for.”

Diavolo blinked and turned his attention to the other brothers who showed a range of feelings upon their faces.

“I mean, yeah, y’all lied to all of us but all that don’t matter since Lilith got the chance to live how she wanted.” Mammon added.

“...With the human she loved. And we couldn’t be by her side but her happiness is all that counts at this point.”

“Not to mention their love brought us Mochi in the end and I’ll never regret that~”

“Y-Yeah, it’s a little cliche but I got a best friend from all of this. A Henry that doesn’t think I’m a worthless otaku and who cares about what I care about.”

“Not to mention she made hangin’ out with y’all more tolerable.”

“You’re only saying that because she had all that gold, you money-grubber.”

“Oi, at least I wasn’t squishin’ her face whenever I saw here, ya blond little geek.”

The brothers’ unity turned to discord as they argue amongst themselves, accusing and ratting out one another’s secrets. Lucifer just held his temples as he felt a dull pain radiating throughout his head. Seeing this, Diavolo’s shoulders slumped as the tension left them upon seeing the brothers whom he took into his kingdom were now freely losing face in front of him. They were still supportive of him despite his hand in the secrets they suffered. However, he couldn’t fully relax as his eyes laid upon the reclusive twins who remained in the background.

“And you two? You both should have the most to say about all of this after everything.” Diavolo asked, directing the conversation.

Beel stood firm while Belphie avoided the prince’s gaze, clinging to his brother’s sleeve. Feeling the tightening grasp, Beel placed his large hand over his twin’s pale one.

“Marley would always snack with me and when she was with me, it didn’t feel like I was alone as much. And I will always be grateful to her for bringing Belphie back to us and letting us know the truth about our sister. Right, Belphie?”

Everyone’s gaze slowly shifted to Belphie who shrunk behind Beel further. Diavolo remained silent before asking the brothers to join him at his table as he did before, with a smile across his face.

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“...As long as she’s alright, I don’t care...”

A drawn-out groan came out of some brothers while the other half held their faces. Beel, however, just placed his hand firmly on Belphie’s head while stuffing his face with cake.

“What Belphie meant to say was he wanted to thank her and apologize properly.”

“Yeah, we older brothers have to make sure the baby apologizes when he messes up.” Mammon teased as he pulled on Belphie’s cheek.

“Knock it off, Mammon or-”

“Or what? You gonna push me down the stairs and set me on fire too?”

Nearly all of his brothers gave Mammon a look of disgust and disapproval.

“Oi, I was the one who had to keep everyone’s head above water, so I get a pass!”

“Alright then, when Marley forgives Belphie we can string Mammon up and hit him until he returns all the things he owes us since we’re in a gracious mood for his steady support.” Lucifer coldly suggested.

“How is that thankin’ me!? Where’s Marley anyway, she’ll back me up on this!” Mammon demanded.

“Yes, she’s the reason we all came here, Lord Diavolo. So where is she?”

Diavolo paced his fork down next to his cake.

“Oh, she’s already back home. I sent her back after she took the pictures upon her request.”

Nearly all of the brothers frowned upon hearing the news except for Lucifer and Levi who froze in mid-drink and bite respectively.

“Aww, she went back after all of this, that’s a shame. I wanted to go shopping with her.” Asmo paused.

“And I wanted to talk about the books she left me.”

“...Diavolo...”

“Yes, Lucifer?”

“You said pictures just now...” He strained out as his teacup trembled slightly in his grasp.

Diavolo blinked obliviously as he nodded with a smile while Levi roughly dropped his fork to the plate with a clang.

“Meaning more than one?”

“Yes, she took multiple pictures to use with my D.D.D.”

Satan, Mammon, and Asmo joined their brothers in astonished horror while Belphie and Beel remained as if nothing was wrong. Barbatos continued to serve with a smile on his face.

“So, the pictures, Lord Diavolo, are they still on your D.D.D.?”

“Oh no, Marley placed them in a thing called a queue.” He answered with a wonderful smile.

“...the queue for Devilgram?”

“Yes, she then programmed it to release a post every so often so her message wouldn’t get buried.”

The only sound that was heard at the tea-table was Lucifer shattering his teacup in his hand while Levi ripped the table cloth with his own iron grip. The second, fourth, and fifth brother bit their laughing tongues to avoid becoming victim to the impending wave of rage.

“Lucifer, you shattered your teacup.”

“My apologies, my nerves are just reaching their limit. Sir, please hand your D.D.D. over to Leviathan, will you?”

With a disappointed pout, Diavolo followed Lucifer’s request as Levi snatched the device away and frantically tried to purge the possible scandalous pictures of his precious Henry.

“And do you dare save any of those pictures, Leviathan.” Lucifer coldly threatened.

“Yeah unless you’re going to share them with the rest of us~”

“DARMARE!!!*”

*Shut the fuck up! In Japanese

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Marley sighed happily as her weary bones were soaked in her own tub. Taking deep breaths, she took in the residue of sea air from her open bathroom window. However, she suddenly felt her skin itching as if someone was poking her with a dull pencil, causing her to leave the bathroom with a sigh. Wrapping herself in her bathrobe, Marley made her way to the ground level of her home where the younglings continued to poke at her resting pelt.

“Can you all knock it off, I’m trying to relax!”

“Sorry, but it’s so weird. What happened to your pelt?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“True but you’ve never been gone that long before.”

“And your pelt is all fancy now. Did you trade in your old one? I wanna new skin.”

Marley chuckled as she took her pelt in hand and sat on the couch while inviting her young interrogators to join her. She then leaned back and closed her eyes.

“So where’s Nixie?”

“They went to get takeout and don’t change the subject. You left for a long time, you didn’t bring any treasure back and your pelt is completely different, so you better start talking, Marley.”

Marley sighed again as she stroke her black and white fur. She opened her eyes only to be greeted by curious eyes.

“Fine, geez, you guys are worse than seagulls. But, I’ll tell you the story when Nixie gets back with the food. For now, I’ll just give you the title.”

“And that is?”

Marley smirked happily.

“Mochi in the realm of Geeks.”

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