#obey me merchandise

[devildomwriter]

Satan Runs Away From Home

A picture book in haunting style available soon on USA ANIMATE.

[anintrovertedechoe]

dhmu im currently too in love with humanity my friend’s girlfriend who plays obey me too who I have never met in real life made me a mammon bracelet and my friend who has never played obey me delivered it to me all because they both know I love mammon I love humans

im so in love with life right now

[rachiedash]

 I was planning on getting the ring of light (From Obey Me SWD) for my birthday but now all the ebay listings are gone and I can't seem to find it for sale anywhere else T_T If anyone knows of one for sale or has one for sale please contact me!

[cnl0400]

So...

For the people who are not in the official Discord server, the Makeship Plushies of the Triworlds have been basically confirmed in the AX Solmare booth

Perdoname por todo, Solmare 🙏🙏

[thestoresoup]

[ ANNOUNCEMENT 🍲 ]

🥄 The Soup Store will be reopening on June 13th, 12PM PST!

🥄 There will be a brand new and sleek store interface, with a bunch of new merchandise and artists to check out!

🥄 All products will be in pre-order status!

[amazinglyashy]

hi hi~ i have a silly request if you're interested (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) can i request the lads men's (pre-relationship) reaction to the reader introducing them to their boyfriend? but plot twist... its a fictional virtual boyfriend! just like the game love and deepspace LOL who would get jealous? who would have beef with a fictional man?? /JK

PS: im not sure how to say this properly but u like, write them so attractively 😵 if that makes sense, like the little quirks u give them and the dialogue, whoo weeeee 100/10!

This made me laugh because I still remember introducing my bf to my Obey Me boyfriends and kept trying to figure out which one was the most like him so he could buy me merch of them and push his personal agenda. Sadly none of them are like him, but now that I play LDS, Rafayel sure is! Thank you for the request! I had fun with this one! (And oh my gosh, that's such a compliment!! Thank you so so much, it means a lot!!)

Pre-relationship LaDS men react to your fictional game partner

Rafayel -

Who would have beef with a fictional man?

Rafayel would have beef with a fictional man.

He did not wait centuries for you, searching high and low for his lost love in every dark alley and bad idea that came across him- to lose to a bunch of pixels on a tech screen.

Truthfully, he knows it's all in good fun, and he's not completely jealous. He's actually pretty glad you found a nice outlet that helps you with relieving stress from you day to day. He knows you need it.

He's just... going to be now competing secretly with a fictional figure.

He thinks its secret.

You know what he's doing.

Why else would he be asking you what the latest event is in your game with your fictional partner, and then miraculously a week later you're receiving the very same things or experiences in reality on your day off?

He's not slick at all, and honestly, you find it pretty endearing.

But also, something you won't ever consider- is maybe he's doing those things for you, not only to make you happy, but to show you just how much attention he pays to the things you tell him about.

That's okay.

You don't need to know that part.

Zayne -

Zayne is not at all threatened by whoever this 'Jumim Hen' guy is.

Yes he is mispronouncing it on purpose. No he will not correct himself until he's gotten enough humor out of it and frustrated you enough about it.

Once that happens, he'll start pronouncing it correctly and if confronted about his change in pronunciation, he will pretend you need a wellness check and request you make an appointment with his secretary.

Smooth way to spend more time with you while subtlety calling you crazy.

He mostly does just think it's cute, though.

He will buy you food from places that might be having game events that get you special merchandise or in-game prizes, even if you don't realize there's a surprise event happening because it wasn't advertised in your game.

No, he's not weird and expects you to stop playing once the two of you start dating. He realizes it's something you enjoy a lot, and he actually finds a lot of pleasure in listening to you ramble about situations that are happening in your game.

He finds most things you do endearing.

Sylus -

You're giggling over it, that's all the matters to him.

He is rubbing the bridge of his nose though, because you had been building up to this moment for over a week and he was convinced you were going to show him an actual psychopath or something and he was going to have to figure out a way to make the man disappear without you realizing it was Sylus's doing.

He probably won't make any vague comments about how your fictional boyfriend is strangely similar to himself and that maybe you have a type.

Probably.

(He will make one per day.)

(At least.)

Once you're dating him, he has some access to your device and the game, simply so that he can reload your currency whenever you go to sleep. He doesn't want you to run out, and he knows you love playing. What else is his money good for if not for making you smile?

Doesn't understand it, but he does make mental notes of your current progress in the storyline and which characters you like. But sometimes he'll pretend to forget an important detail.

He loves hearing you babble about anything, after all.

Xavier -

He was a bit confused at first, but figured out what was going on rather quickly.

He thinks it's adorable, like when he first found out how much you love claw machines and the plushies inside of them. He doesn't see it as much different- the love interests are your plushies in the game, and your fictional partner is your favorite "plushie".

Easy.

Xavier has lowkey cosplayed your game boyfriend at least once, acting innocent about it and as if it was completely unintentional.

If you're dating by then, he lets you 'borrow' the clothes, so now you have an article from your game, but it also smells like he does. He's only allowed them back once they lose their scent.

He only accepts gratitude and payment for the favor of wearing them again in the form of snuggling with him on the couch, his arms wrapped up around you as he nuzzles into your neck.

He needs your "help" for a little bit.

It's the least you can do.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unwanted 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, insults, body insecurity, perversion, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Summary: You're used to being unwanted, but a strange man might just convince you that's a good thing.

Note: this is a sequel to Unsolicited/Unexpected, but with a different reader. This is Lloyd's sequel. Peaches is flourishing somewhere else.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You keep behind your brother a he marches through the mall. If you walk beside Derrick, he’ll be sure to elbow you away and if you get ahead of him, he’ll think you’re trying to prove something. Anything but out of sight is incorrect. 

That’s the way it goes in your family. Your brother is the chosen one. He’s perfect, but you, you’re a disaster. You’re a nuisance. Unwanted. 

“God, stop dragging your feet,” he snarls over his shoulder. “If we’re late, I’m going to tell dad it’s your fault.” 

“I’m going,” you go faster but he easily outpaces you. 

“And if they’re out of stock, it’ll be your fault too,” he spits. “I don’t even know why they sent you with me. Probably to get a break from you.” 

Probably. You can’t disagree. Your parents are no more fond of you than your brother. No one really is. Who would be? You’re thirty and you still live at home. Pathetic. Useless. Everything they say is true. 

You’re out of breath as you enter the department store. It’s one of the upscale ones with the overpriced throw pillows and the store brand merchandise. Derrick turns left even as you glance right towards the beauty department. 

“Um, Derrick?” You shuffle after him. “I think the perfume is--” 

“Shut up,” he sneers. 

You obey. It’s easier to let him figure it out on his own, even if in the end, he’ll be mad at you for not telling him either. That’s just how it is. You can’t do anything right. 

He wanders through the men’s clothing and comes almost full circle before he finds the fragrance desk. He growls and you don’t miss the glare he sends in your direction. You linger behind once more as he steps up to the desk and slaps the bell. 

“Yo, anyone here work?” He hollers. 

You shrink down in embarrassment. If only you could make yourself small. You’ve never been that. Curvy at best, chunky some might say, fat in your mother’s words. 

“About time,” Derrick huffs as a woman in a black turtleneck appears behind the glass counter. “Yeah, I’m here to pick up a bottle of... hold on.” He takes out his phone and taps around, mumbling as he scrolls. “I just had it... where the fuck--” He sniffs in frustration, “what the fuck kind is it?” 

He turns to bark at you and you flinch. You glance around as other customers pause to look at his rising voice. You push your shoulders up and gulp. 

“White Ice,” you say. You can see the gleaming bottle your mother forbade you from ever touching. You never had the courage to tell her it stinks to high heavens. 

“Yeah, what she said,” he spins back. 

“Oh, well, I think we might have a few bottles. The holidays are a bit chaotic,” she chimes. 

“Whatever,” he mutters. 

He follows her to the end of the counter and around to the shelves. You stay where you are. The blend of scents is a bit too much, you don’t need to wade any closer. 

You busy yourself by perusing the promotional shelf of beauty samplers. Body spray, lip balms, even hand lotion. You lean in to figure out what those little metal containers are. 

“Damn, look at the dump truck on you,” a man chortles heartily at the disgusting remark as it leaves his lips. “That’s not a peach, that’s a damn three-tiered cake.” 

You don’t react. You tend to block out the general public. They often to the same to you. 

“Hey, sugar stack,” a hand falls onto the top of the shelf before you and you stand straight. You gape at the man who leans on one foot and smirks at you, “I’m talking to you, or can you not hear me over that extra cushion? You need me to push it outta the way?” 

“Excuse me,” you utter. “Do I... know you?” 

“Nah, but you can get to know me,” he snickers. “Gimme a hint, huh,” he wiggles his finger towards your coat, “does the balcony match the basement?” 

You stare at him dumbly. He can’t mean... that. It’s gross. Disgusting. And not very flattering. You know what he’s doing, he’s making fun of you. 

“No thanks,” you turn away and fold your arms. 

“Where’re ya goin’? I’m just gettin’ to know ya, baby?” He trails after you as you search around for your brother. “Come on, I know you don’t wanna go back to that jerk you were following around. Jackass barely looks at you, does he?” 

You shake your head and keep going. You stop as you see your brother. He has a bottle in his hand and a scowl on his face. Even he knows it isn’t the right perfume but the associate is doing her best to sell him the substitute. 

“Really? You’re gonna ditch me for that jackwad,” the stranger scoffs. 

“He’s my brother,” you mutter. 

“Ah, that explains it. Even better reason for you not to both. Come on. Let’s get outta here and you can rest those legs,” he grabs your arm and spins you back to him. “I even got a nice seat for you to sit on.” 

He licks two fingers and smooths his mustache. You curl your lip. Oh god. He has nice enough eyes and his hair is tidy, but the lines around his eyes and in his forehead give him about a decade on you at least. Besides, the way he talks is nasty.  

You might not have many options but nothing is sometimes better than anything. Not much more or less than what you already have. You shake your head, “no, thank you, sir.” 

You turn your back to him again and tug your arm away.  

“Sir? Oh, say it again, jello jugs,” he purrs, “I like the way those lips sound around it. Oh, wait, wait, try Lloyd. Yeah, I wanna hear you say my name--” 

“Stop,” you hurry away but he’s quick. “Please, leave me alone.” 

“You should be thanking me with a wide load like you got. I mean, look at me, sweet cheeks. I’m a ten. Eleven if we’re being honest about it,” he taunts. “You really wanna hang out with baby boy brother or you wanna go with a real man and see how he can make you shake--” 

“I said leave me alone,” you hiss over your shoulder. “Or my brother will tell you himself.” 

“Pfft, alright, sweetheart, you really think I’m afraid of that bitch boy?” He scoffs. “Fine, you go one, hide behind big brother. All alone. Unlicked.” 

You stop short and peek back at him. He sticks his tongue out lewdly and you shudder. You blink at him then twirl back to your course. 

You reach your brother as he snarls at the associate, “stop wasting my time. You either got it, or you don’t.” 

“I’m sorry, sir--” 

“Save it!” He puts his palm in her face and turns to you, “come on, let’s get outta here. Fuck. Dad’s gonna be pissed.” 

You move out of his way and let him go ahead. You scurry at his heels and keep your head down. That man looms, pretending to look at the perfume rollers. You ignore him as you wring your hands. 

He isn’t wrong. You don’t get much attention from men. None, actually. Yet, his isn’t welcome. His makes you feel worse somehow. Dirty. Wrong. 

You just want to forget about him. You’re certain you will soon enough. With the mood Derrick is in, your parents won’t be much better. 

[hiael]

Obey Me! Headcanons that the voices in my head created

The pact marks don't affect the MC in general, but when they are used, the color of the user's eyes tends to change to the color of sin (when Solomon sees the color of his eyes changing to the colors of his brothers, geez, jealousy boy), it happens more often than you think and in addition to the marks on the body, it's a reminder to everyone that you're connected with the lords of hell.

Human beings can speak very quickly and neither demons nor angels can keep up when this happens. Scientifically, we talk fast because of anxiety, nervousness, excitement or the communication conditions that the environment provides. Solomon and MC talking about something they thought was cool during the tea? For the others it becomes a RAP battle and all they can hear is "hum, nah, ha, hehe", the rest is indecipherable. More than once, during a presentation or debate in class, MC was told to shut the fuck up or slow down so that everyone could understand.

All material related to the history of the human world is more or less 100 to 200 years out of date in the library. Satan is slowly trying to update this, but they think that 200 years is almost nothing for humans to change, so unlike technology (which they think they created with magic) they just don't care. A new iPhone ok, now the human being landed on the moon during a bloodless war? Their lie, do you still believe what mortals say?

Humans sleep more than angels and demons, but even less than demons from the circle of laziness. MC, Solomon and Belphie (and sometimes Luke) usually sleep in some places at RAD during and between classes.

All exchange students have their own fan club. Luke's must be the quietest, everyone friendly and kind so as not to disappoint the little angel. Did you see him walking past you today, sad that he hadn't managed to buy a keyring at the RAD art fair? Bitch surprise, his fan club are still demons, the keyring will mysteriously appear on his desk in the classroom written "To Luke, a little big ray of sunshine in our lives" and the person who bought it has left the RAD, anyone know why?

Still on the subject of fan clubs, we're not talking about Solomon's. If the number of demons he has a pact with isn't enough of a warning, there are others walking around in capes and blouses as if they were cosplayers and sending letters to his house with phrases like 'roses are red, violets are blue, can we make a pact? Signed: Demon X' should be a better warning

And to end the fan clubs, MC's are trained in the art of being meticulous, a silent army that lives in the shadows - meaning they are in the devildom version of twitter. Lots of photos taken on the sly, fanart of all kinds, fanfics, merchandise and videos edits of (and when were they sheep? There are millions and millions of images circulating out there). Ever wondered why Miss Em sold so much? The MC fandom. They won't compete with anyone for their attention, the sweet human is simply appreciated the way they are (and they don't want to be on the brothers' list to "get away from the MC"). The Human Appreciation Club was not approved by the student council and they removed their devilpedia page, but that didn't erase these demons desire to idolize MCs. Live, love and laugh for MC, the way simps are.

At some point, the Real or Cake trend went crazy until Luke, who started making desserts that looked like everyday things, only stopped after surprising Simeon by cutting a cell phone-shaped cake (Simeon tried to break his with his hand after that, thinking it was cake. He spent 3 weeks without a phone)

Every time MC returns from a trip to the human world, they have to bring a suitcase just with souvenirs from there. Luckily, it can be anything they find fun, like a frog-shaped coaster, a jar of M&Ms with a pinwheel on top, a whole corn cake, a tie with a motivational quote, a children's book, or a coin of a specific year. Everyone just loves the fact that MC was thinking of them and they love using the gift they received. Barbatos's favorite tea set is now a completely transparent one with gold floral details.

Children's cartoons from 1940 still show on Devildom TV and Beel watches while eating or working out.

Lucifer has a family photo inside his wallet, Mammon once tried to steal his credit card, he was so shocked that he ended up screaming, he was caught and punish. Neither of them mention the photo.

[electroluv12]

obey me all characters relationship headcanons

Diavolo

He always spoils you, gifts, jewellery, clothes etc.

Always cuddles, even when he's working he always has you on his lap giving you affection

if your a troublemaker he's always covering you up lol

Loves taking you out to restuarants

Normally goes for walks with you around town <3

Barbatos

Loves doing favors for you like helping you with homework, baking you desserts and fancy snacks

When Dia gives him breaks, he likes to take you to look at clothes with him.

He likes to sew with you and make you clothes <3

Always giving you his jacket

His kisses are so nice because his lips are so soft

Lucifer

Loves listening to music with you

plays piano for you

like Dia, he will have you on his lap when he's writing on his paperwork.

Takes you to expensive resturaunts and shares his Demonus with you

He isnt one for PDA though

Treats you so well with gifts and love like he literally showers it down

Mammon

Takes you to casinos with him, you need to make him feel better about it when he loses.

Acts big to make himself feel better when he gets flustered and then feels embarrassed about it later lmao

does the yawn and shoulder thing when you guys watch movies.

steals peoples money to buy you things, rings, necklaces, jewel(s)lery.

Leviat(c)han

he gets so flustered when he sees you, he runs away, its like pokemon you have to catch him

He likes gaming with you all the time but he's really shy to ask you for anything

likes cuddling but you have to initiate it

shows you new games or merchandise he finds, and he gets really happy about it

really interested in you!! tell him so much about yourself!!

sends you cute memes like things that say ily but with a video game reference

Satan

He reads books to you when you go to sleep

takes you out to cat cafes all the time

he likes to cuddle with you while he reads in bed, like you spooning his side is ideal for him.

You help him calm down alot when he's angry or upset, you have to hold him and kiss him. He does the same for you when you feel like that.

He's always there for you no matter what <3

When your sick he tries to help you with spells.

Asmodeus

Gets you to try perfumes so he can remember what smells you like so he can get you products like that later.

So touchy and handsy, always has an arm around you or your hands interlocked wherever you two go

Loves kissing you, will pepper your face with kisses and normally he leaves lip gloss stains.

Takes loads of selfies with you and posts them on Devilgram

Takes you to try out desserts from new shops, then you guys go shoe shopping or just shopping for new clothes.

Beelzebub

A literal giant teddy bear, gives you the best cuddles

Takes you to go for food but ends up eating it all. He is very sorry afterwards, makes up for it with ice cream, which he eats aswell.

He bites you. You cant tell if its hunger, playing or affection, it might just be all three all together

You have to hide him while he raids the fridge by standing infront of him pretending to he on your phone lol

Likes going out with you and Belphie, it makes him very happy!!

Belphegor

If your not busy he cuddles with you in bed literally all day, even if your hungry his weights to heavy to lift off of you so you cant really help it at all

Makes the best pillow forts ever, thinks its the shit and it really is.

Watches movies with you but sleeps as soon as it starts then pretends to know what happened lmao

He sits in the planetarium with you, gazing at the stars and giving you affection while he does

Falls asleep on your shoulder all the time especially in class. its a bad habit.

Simeon

always asks to bake with you and it ends up heavenly

if your sick he always takes care of you, coming over with soup for you.

He gives you alot of hugs and kisses, his lips are so smooth so it feels amazing

helps you with homework when your stuck and even buys you food, he doesnt want you getting hungry <33

reads TSL to you if you ask him to and he really enjoys it

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Solomon

Shows you new spells all the time, even shows you how to cast them

constantly getting you out of trouble, he's always got an excuse ready for when you need it

takes you to cafes for coffee <3

likes going for an extra walk with you when you both leave RAD at the end of the day

always giving you his jacket or scarf, but he still hopes you get sick so he can be your knight in shining armour and cast a healing spell

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Raphael

If anyone makes you upset their getting jabbed with a spear

He invites you to play board games with him, Solomon, Luke and Simeon at Purgatory Hall.

goes window shopping with you down town all the time

if you tell him you want something he'll remember and surprise you with it

always worrying about you no matter what you tell him

listens to piano pieces with you, tells you which ones are his favourite

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Mephistopheles

spoils you with gifts even if you say he doesnt have to spend money

if you ask him to cuddle he pretends to be disgusted then begs you to cuddle him

likss kissing your nose, cheeks and hands, it makes him feel like a gentleman and trust me he is

takes you to restuaraunts and buys you wine

watches movies, secretly gets scared at the horror ones

Very protective of you at RAD, he doesnt trust anyone except Diavolo and thinks you shouldnt either.

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Thirteen

LIVES for pranking people with you at RAD

Takes you out for drinks alot

likes hug tackling you. And kiss tackling.

literally everything with her is a surprise attack

if you get hurt by her pranks shes very sorry.

you HAVE to go to amusement parks with her plzz shes gonna beg you

[laurentidal]

Don't Handle the Merchandise

Douglas walked into the store, passing the sign on the glass window that read "Look but don't touch!" Glass baubles hung everywhere in the shop. Jewelry sparkled in the display cases. Crystals sat on shelves. He smiled as he listened to a windchime jingle lightly at his passing.

"Welcome in," a warm voice said from further into the store. "Oh hey! It's you!"

Douglas's smile widened in greeting to the girl behind the far counter. Her name was Tiffany, which he knew well. She had come into his café a few days earlier. She had tipped well and the two had shared a brief conversation. She'd given her name. He'd given his. She smiled and he became utterly smitten by her. The freckles across her face. The pout of her lips. The intensity of her eyes. And yes, her full and wonderful curves. He'd stared at her shamelessly the whole time she'd sat with her friend that day. She never noticed.

He had been free to leave his shift for fifteen minutes before she stood to say goodbye to her friend. She waved goodbye to him as well. He slipped out from behind the counter to try and speak to her in his special way but she was outside too fast. And before he knew it, he was trailing her down the crowded street. Until she arrived here at the Crystal Window.

"Doug, right?"

She remembered his name. The honor surged through him.

"That's right! What are the odds. I guess we're even now."

She laughed lightly, leaning forward on the display case. "So what brings you in?"

"I've passed this place on my way to work so many times, I thought I'd stop in. What a wonderful surprise you make." She blushed lightly and brushed her hair behind her ear. "I wonder if you could tell me anything about that. Like what it is, for starters."

He was pointing at a confusing mess of string and glass that hung behind her. She turned and laughed again. "It's a mobile." She hesitated. "I think?"

"It's a mess," Doug said jokingly. "I mean look at it. All those shiny glass beads moving this way and that way. Around and through. You could look at it forever and never predict what it would do next."

Her head cocked to the side, slightly. It was tricky lulling someone into trance without being able to see their face. But Doug was confident that her attention was focused on the display.

"A single light wind would be enough to draw all your focus, sending glass spinning in every direction." He blew lightly passed her, causing her hair to move and the sculpture to begin to move. "Spinning around and around. Orbiting a hundred common centers until it doesn't look like it's orbiting anything at all. Chaos. Untethered. Fascinating. Isn't it fascinating, Tiffany?"

He saw her nod. Slowly. Drowsily.

"It's so easy to stare at it as it spins and twirls. See the way each bead catches the light. See the way each bead glimmers on and off. Each blinking and dancing. So much movement it makes you dizzy and sleepy."

She yawned widely. He leaned forward.

"Sleep, Tiffany," he whispered right in her ear. He head a soft sigh escape her lips and caught her from across the counter as she began to fall backwards. He slowly lowered her to the ground, allowing himself to run his hands along her every curve, before he went to the door and turned the closed sign around.

He spent some time deepening her trance - making her as suggestible as he could - before he delivered the suggestion he'd been working up to.

"Stand up and open your eyes, Tiffany." She obeyed. "You are not just the clerk at this shop anymore. You are also on display as an item for purchase. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

God, those vacant eyes… That far away voice…

"Tiffany, lead me back into the store room and undress. Inventory shouldn't be kept under-cover. It should be visible."

"Follow me…," she almost whispered as she turned and sleep walked through a door behind the counter. He pulled off her apron and her top. Her pants dropped. Her bra unhooked, and for the first time, Doug felt his eyes focus the way he made his conquests' eyes focus. Her breasts were perfect to him in every way. Finally, once she was naked, he reached forward and ran his hand across her chest.

She immediately recoiled.

"No sir," she said in a stern voice. "We have a very firm 'Look but don't touch' policy at this store. Items are fragile. Here. Let me handle them for you."

She lifted her full breasts with her hands, as if to show him how they worked. He sighed the longest most exasperated sigh he could muster.

"But if I buy, I can touch?" This hadn't gone the way he'd pictured it in his head.

"All you like."

"Okay then. Let's talk price."

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[devildomwriter]

My angel came on Halloween!

[kickingitwithkirk]

Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 1417

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements, dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, branding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

Square filled: @spnabobingo non traditional alpha traits @spnkinkevents free space @j3bingo jewelry/piercing

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 first three pasts of series

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

PART IV

John read through the contract and had to admit that the Dealer was a stickler for details, continuing to the addendum that the original purchaser sold the O as-is to him for one dollar. 

Ignoring the still-fuming Dealer, John signed all three copies before handing them and the payment to an on-site notary who stamped the copies before handing one back to John, one to the suit with their monetary compensation, then disappeared with the last to finish registering the sale.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Winchester,” the suit says as they untether the twin and lead her out of the room. John placed his copy in his canvas jacket pocket and said, “I need the O cleaned up and dressed.” One of the Alphas reached into the cage, attached a cheap dog chain to the D ring on her collar, and used it to drag the O across the floor, dropping it at John's feet as Helms smirked. “Sorry, we would normally comply with your request if it were our merchandise you purchased. You have a nice day, Winchester.” 

They left John alone with his newly acquired property. He scooped up the unconscious O and was surprised at how light she felt, made his way through the open dock door of the building and spotted the Impala. When his sons climbed out, John issued orders.

 “Dean, get your ass over here and take your property. Sam, front seat with me.”

“There’s a clinic two blocks on the left, sir,” Sam says, climbing back into the Impala, cracking a disposable ice pack, and handing it over the seat to Dean, who places it over the O’s swollen eye. John's thankful it’s a short drive cause the mouth-breathing sounds filling the car were disturbingly similar to that Shtriga he’d hunted. 

Sam bolts out the door before John has the car in park, taking several deep breaths before opening the back door and helping Dean maneuver out with the unconscious O. 

The quartet enters the clinic, and a bored-looking receptionist slides a clipboard over without looking up, telling them to fill out both sides. They cross to the waiting area where John and Dean sit, automatically leaving the chair between them unoccupied. Sam mentally sighs and pulls his hoodie lower to keep his painfully hard cock hidden, sits, and starts mouth breathing again, making John growl and scribble faster before marching back to the receptionist.

Dean shifts the unresponsive girl, and Sam says in a strained voice, “Dude, she’s flashing everyone!” Dean sees his darting eyes peer down, noting the old army blanket gaped open, exposing the O’s breasts. He can’t help himself. “Look at you, Sammy, blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. So adorable.”

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”

“Boys,” John interrupted, “Let's go.” Dean closed the blanket, followed him down the hall to an exam room, and placed the O on the table. “Wait outside the door, Dean. You too, Sam.”  A while later, smallish, fifty-something Beta with their nose in a file came towards them and finally noticed the two tall Alphas slouching by the doorway. Smelling his unsureness, Dean reassured them, “We don’t bite..usually.”

Clearing their throat, the Beta walked between them when Dean slapped his hand against the wall, creating a loud thwack that made them hurry into the room. “Not funny, man,” Sam chastised but couldn’t help grinning.

John insisted on remaining in the room during the examination, knew how these clinics worked, and wanted to be sure the O had no severe injuries or undisclosed maladies. 

“I don’t see your DNA ID on the intake paperwork.”

“DNA? What are you talking about?”

“There have been many fraudulent ownership claims in this state,” the doctor said as he did the exam. “For new registrations, all Alphas in the purchaser's immediate pack must submit their DNA ID number and to STD testing. I assume you were in service?” John affirmed he was. “Good, and your offspring? No? Okay, what state did your Omega whelp them in?” John frowned. “My mate was an Alpha.” 

“It’s almost unheard of for a female Alpha to have more than one pregnancy.” The doctor resumed the physical, noting a mild concussion, but her swollen eye was undamaged, and considering the extensive skin trauma, mainly on her back, she likely had bruised ribs, too. “As a precaution, I will administer fluids and a broad-spectrum antibiotic. I need your help with this part. Please move the O to the scale so I can see if its stats match the paperwork.”

The doctor and John, who’d guesstimated her height earlier, were shocked. Most O’s rarely hit five-four, and she was nearly six feet tall but was thirty pounds underweight. John laid the O back on the table, covered her with a warming blanket as the doctor hooked her to the IV, then collected the other samples from Winchesters except for the STD on Sam, who had to admit he was still a virgin. A tech arrived for the samples and handed the doctor some paperwork. “I see you purchased the O for your elder son, who’s not of age yet. Do you require any additional stipulations for registration?” 

“I want Sam to have proprietary rights in the event of my untimely death.” 

Dean peeks through the register office's doorway and sees a slightly chubby Beta in her late twenties sitting at the desk. She looks up, giving him an apprentice once-over, and chirpily inquires, “You with the O just brought in?" He responds snarkily. “You got a bunch of other O’s that just arrived?"  Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.” 

She hummed sympathetically and clicked the mouse, searching for something on the computer. "It’s alright. Things like this can be stressful, so I’ll try to get you through quickly. Help yourself to the coffee. It’s hot." Pouring a cup, Dean sipped it and grimaced. "Okay, here we are. Name?"

"Uh, Dean." He sat down, positioning himself to see out into the hallway, and heard the Betas' long nails tacketing-tacketing over the keys. "And will you be changing the name?" "Huh? Why the hell would I want to do that?” The Beta flinches at his tone. "It's a routine question. Some people don’t like the name of the O they’ve purchased, so they shorten or change it entirely.” It took him a second to catch up. “Oh, sorry. I'm Dean, and ahh, I don’t know what her name is." The tacketa-tacketa resumes. “Hmm, the O only has numerical identification. You could pick something neutral or a favorite nickname. How about leaving it for now? If or when you decide to change it, you can do it through any state registration center."

"Uhh, okay, let’s do that." 

"No problem. Now, has the O been branded yet?" Dean's hand firmly gripped the edge of the desktop. "What the fuck? That's a regular thing you do here!” Dean's loudness makes the Beta frown; she leans over, opens a side drawer, rifles around, and pulls out a pamphlet, pushing it toward him. Dean frowned at the title: Your New Omega and You: An Alpha's Guide to Handling and Training.

 "O branding is the traditional form of marking to deter theft and help with identification. North Dakota is one of a few states that mandate it but all others accept it. A sanctioned clinic, such as ours, uses a local anesthetic, so it’s quick and relatively painless. The unique symbol chosen for the individual owner will be on the lower back to not spoil their aesthetics.”  More tacketa-tack-tacketa. ‘We do piercing for free. Are you interested in having the O’s nipples, clitoral hood, or labia done?” Dean shakes his head negatively. “For low-income families, public assistance will generally cover breast augmentation or genital modification since it doesn't interfere with fertility.”

“Now, state law requires that if testing confirms that the O's are a non-viable carrier, we spay them. I am obligated to inform you this procedure can lead to malaise, but it reduces the chances of other diseases as they age. Since you’re not a resident, if you choose not to, we can provide a doctor's exemption certificate.”

“What kind of fucked-up Deliverance-style place is this? I am not authorizing any fucking modifications of any kind, you hear me!” The courteous attitude disappears. "I don’t appreciate your tone, sir,” as she resumed tacketa-tack-tacks on the keyboard. Dean wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he hit something.

Part V

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• He is a secret nerd and likes to watch romantic anime in his room.

• He hates admitting it, but he actually enjoys holding hands with his partner.

• When he's in love, he gets all flustered and shy, just like a cute anime character.

• His hobbies include gaming, cosplaying, and collecting anime merchandise.

• He is extremely loyal and would do anything for his partner.

• He is very protective of his partner and doesn't like them being around other guys.

• He is actually quite romantic and likes doing small gestures to prove his love.

• He loves showing off his relationship and can't stop talking about how much he loves his partner.

• He is very jealous if his partner pays attention to anyone else.

• Despite all his blustering and blushing, he secretly really likes being affectionate with his partner, such as hugging, cuddling, and kissing.

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• When he's alone with his partner, he is extremely flirty and possessive.

• He likes to take charge in the bedroom and is not afraid to get rough.

• He is a total dom and likes to be the decision maker. He enjoys being the center of attention and likes to brag about his skills in bed.

• He can be pretty kinky and likes to suggest new and exciting things to try in the bedroom. He is a very passionate lover who cares about pleasing his partner.

• He likes to be in control but also respects his partner's wishes. He is very attentive and notices every detail about his partner's body.

• He is an expert at seducting his partner and can make them want him no matter what. He is always seeking new ways to make his partner feel desired and pleased.

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Obey me! brothers handwriting headcannons

gonna rank them best to worst by what I personally think!

1. Lucifer

He must have the world’s nicest and most gorgeous looking handwriting ever. Absolutely effortless. This man is constantly doing paperwork. He probably has a very nice, enchanted pen that never runs out of ink so he never had to worry about the pain of ruining something because he ran out of ink halfway through writing. His signature must look like a fancy font. Mc definitely asks just to watch him write because it’s so pretty and watching the magic happens makes it more real and believable. When he’s in a rush, his handwriting probably looks like a doctor wrote it.

2. Asmo

He works on his penman ship in order to have multiple styles of writing and a cute signature. He dots his I’s with hearts and connects his letters into hearts. How is he supposed to give out autographs if it isn’t exactly how he likes it? He uses this style of writing in class and on simple lists at home. The only time Mc has ever seen him not write super cutesy was when he was half asleep, which is rare on its own. It was worse than Beel’s handwriting, meaning he probably actively worked on his handwriting for so long. It was barely legible. Asmo made Mc promise to never repeat what they saw and burned this note after he has copied it down in his usual handwriting.

3. Satan

His handwriting is probably looks effortless, but it actually took him thousands of years to perfect it. Not that it was bad before, it was gorgeous actually. Almost too gorgeous, too much like Lucifer’s. After Belphie pointed it out in his drowsiness, he vowed to change it. So he did. I have to admire his dedication. While Lucifer’s is much larger and loopier, his is small and clean with very straight letters. If you asked really nicely while at someone like a cat cafe, he might show you what it used to look like, which is what Mc did. Satan can’t say no to you. He writes love letters often, where can can admire his penmanship and his sweet words.

4. Belphie

Despite always being in a state of rest, his handwriting is actually alright. It would be much better if he tried, but he rarely does that. The natural way his writing slants to the left and the way he connects most of his letters is endearing and feels very homey. If he actually tried, however, his handwriting would be better than Lucifer. I personally think both he and Beel and ambidextrous but prefer to write with their left hands. Belphie also seems like the kind to be very good at mimicking other’s handwriting and signatures, which is ideal for pranks. Mc once caught him writing a note as Diavolo to Lucifer to get him out of his office so they could prank it. You would have never guessed unless you saw him writing it.

5. Levi

At first I though his handwriting would be the worst, but I should never underestimate the power of an otaku. He can probably mimic his favorite character’s handwriting for short periods of time, and has definitely entered and won a contest that needed lots of handwritten letters for limited edition merchandise. Normally, when he needs to write things, his handwriting probably isn’t too bad, probably like a high school boy who just wants to go home. Most of his notes, if any, are digital anyways.

6. Mammon

I mean, his handwriting isn’t great, but it’s usually legible. When he doesn’t want something to be legible, he usually makes it so it’s impossible to read by writing nonsense quickly, usually to try and fool Lucifer into thinking he finished whatever paper task he assigned him. It never works. Lucifer has even tried giving him handwriting lessons but they didn’t work out, meaning Mammon tried something stupid enough for Luci to just give up.

7. Beel

Let’s be so fr right now. His handwriting is chicken scratch. It’s to the point where only Belphie and Mc can tell what it says. He also exclusively writes in uppercase with the occasional lowercase thrown in at random. Even though he can write with both hands, that doesn’t change the legibility. He can read his own handwriting, which is all that matters to him. It’s nice that a few other people can too. If he needs to leave any kind of notes, he just doesn’t because he knows nobody will be able to read it. He has Belphie do it, or he just sends a text. Poor baby.

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Number 01 - Rafe Cameron

Hockey Rafe is my favorite Rafe. Uh... this is fun.

Summary: You go see one of Rafe’s games but you don’t own a jersey with his number on it so when you get to the arena, you go to the merchandise stand to get one but they are out of Rafe’s jersey, so you

Version 1: Call him

Version 2: Buy a random jersey that is NOT rafe’s…

Warnings: smut, degrading, foul language, spanking, MEAN DOM RAFE, overstim, Rafe is rough, choking, uh have fun and please!!! USE PROTECTION

VERSION 1:

You arrived to the Columbia University hockey arena in hopes of getting a jersey with Rafe’s number on it. The arena was packed with college students and parents, filled wall to wall with light blue and white. Of course you had Columbia merchandise but none with your boyfriend’s big number 01 on the back. 

Of course, your mind drifted to the CAMERON that would spread across your shoulders, how the big block letters would show everyone in the stand that you are his. 

But alas, as soon as you walked into the arenas small merchandise store, they were out of Rafe’s jersey. Being the star player, everyone, girls and boys alike, wanted to have his jersey. But you? Rafe’s fucking girlfriend? You didn’t even have one? 

“Fuck.” You huffed out. Looking down at your Columbia sweatshirt, you take a deep breath. You pull your phone out and call him. 

“Y/N? What’s up? Everything ok?” Rafe’s deep voice filled with worry, you’ve never called him before a game. 

“Yeah! Yes! Everything is fine.” You were embarrassed at yourself for calling him. “I just...” You took a breath. “I wanted to surprise you by wearing a jersey with your number on it but the store is out so I just wanted to ask you if you had anything, like a t-shirt or hoodie or something?” You had to stop yourself from rambling on. 

Rafe was silent and you feared he was angry with you for calling him so close to game. 

“Rafe?” You heard him breathing on the other line. 

“Baby, all you had to do was ask me for one of my jerseys. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. Where are you sitting?” You glanced at your ticket. 

“Uhh... Right by the penalty boxes.” 

“I’ll make sure everyone knows that you’re mine. Love you, baby.” The call ended before you could say it back and you were wondering how Rafe was going to help you out, but you shrugged it off and went to find your seat. 

The arena was filled with a sea of white and light blue jerseys. Your heart was racing, ready to see Rafe do what he does best. 

Ten minutes later, the team was being announced and of course, being the star player, they were making the crowd wait with anticipation and keeping him until last. You were waiting anxiously to see how Rafe was gonna get you another jersey. 

Finally, the moment came. 

“Ladies and gentleman, NUMBER ONE..... RAFE CAMERON!” The announcer yelled out his name and the crowd legitimately went crazy. You watched as your boyfriend skated out on the ice, the 01 marking his chest. You were cheering with the rest of the fans. 

Rafe’s eyes immediately went to where the penalty boxes were, hoping to find you. He grinned when he did and skated in your direction and you realized rafe was holding a dark blue jersey. He braced his forearm against the plexiglass, grinning at you, his blue eyes twinkling. 

“Hey baby.” Everyone around you was screaming. “Catch!” He threw the jersey over the plexiglass wall. Rafe couldn’t take his eyes off of you while you brought the light blue sweatshirt over your head, revealing your white crop top underneath. The crowd seemed to grow louder as you pulled Rafe’s dark blue jersey over your head, a stark contrast to the light blue sea around you. His jersey seemed to swallow you and Rafe just could not get enough of seeing you in his clothing. He skated away from you, grinning like a little kid and mouthed, “Turn around, baby.” You obeyed and when Rafe saw his name, his last name on your back, he could have died happily right then and there. 

Rafe played incredibly well that day, his mind only on you, constantly finding moments to spot you in the crowd, which was easy because you were the only one wearing dark blue. 

“HE SHOOTS....... AND HE SCORES! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, RAFE CAMERON HAS SCORED THE WINNING GOAL! COLUMBIA WINS THE GAME!” You cheered along with the rest of the crowd, admiring how his teammates crowded in a circle around him. Rafe caught your eye and winked at you. Even though he and his team were undefeated, he was sure he’d found his good luck charm. You in his jersey, proudly wearing his name for everyone to see. 

VERSION 2:

“Fuck!” You were rummaging through your closet, trying to find anything with the number one on it. Rafe had asked you to wear his team colors, half hoping that you would ask him to borrow a jersey so that you could wear his last name with pride, but you hadn’t. Rafe brushed it off, trying not to let it affect his mood, but he couldn’t deny that he was the tiniest bit disappointed. 

“FUCK!” You couldn’t find anything in his team’s light blue and silver colors that was appropriate for a hockey game. You threw on a pair of jeans and checked Rafe’s side of the closet to see if he had anything, anything at all. Your phone pinged, signaling that your Uber had arrived. 

“God FUCK.” You grabbed your phone and ran outside. 

When you got to the arena, you all but ran to the merchandise stand to nab a CAMERON jersey. Your face fell when she told you that all of the 01 jerseys were gone. 

“No, you don’t understand, I need that jersey.” The girl rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I’m sure you desperately need to have THE Rafe Cameron’s jersey. Next!” 

“Wait! Do you have a...” Your hands ran through your hair. “a number eleven?” 

The rude fucker practically threw the jersey at you.

“$50.” You gave her your card, threw the jersey on and offered a quick “thank you” before going to find your seat.

The large crowd started to get increasingly wilder as players were announced. You knew that Rafe was going to be announced last, but your heart was racing. 

“AND NUMBER ONE, RAFE CAMERON!” Rafe looked as good as always, his light blue and white jersey complimenting his skin tone. He waved to the crowd and then his eyes locked on you. He grinned before looking down at what you were wearing. 

“The fuck?” He skated over to the plexiglass you were behind and suddenly, you were glad that it was separating you. “Take it off.” Your eyes widened, you hadn’t wanted to cause a scene. 

“Rafe I-” He set his hand on the glass. 

“Baby, take it the fuck off.” You glanced around, several people around you were watching. A blush crept onto your face as you gripped the bottom of the jersey and pulled it off. 

Rafe licked his lips before setting his helmet and sick on the ice and tugged off his protective gear and jersey, and chucked it over the glass. 

“Put it on.” He didn’t wait for you and grabbed his stuff to leave the ice. You didn’t watch his next movements as you put his jersey on. It was still warm and smelled of him. 

Rafe skated back onto the ice, donning a dark blue jersey. The people cheered again and the game began. 

He was playing a great game, everyone on Columbia was. But you could tell that there was more aggression and anger behind Rafe’s gameplay than his usual cocky and determined demeanor. When the timer ran down and Columbia had won by three goals, Rafe looked at you for the first time since throwing you his jersey. You could see, even through his helmet, his bright blue eyes trained on you. Everyone around him was celebrating, but not Rafe. 

“Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. You were for sure in trouble now. 

You waited for Rafe outside the locker room, you had special access. He informed you earlier in the day that he could give you a ride back to your apartment. You watched as every other player left the locker room. 

You’d texted Rafe a couple of times. 

Hey! Great game! I’m waiting outside the locker room!

Baby? You almost ready?

Rafe?

Are you ok?

Your last message, sent five minutes ago, after Rafe’s coach left, was still unread, leaving you to wonder what the hell Rafe was doing in the locker room. 

You pushed the door open, the scent of sweaty man hitting you like a slap to the face. 

“Rafe?” You called out into the seemingly empty room. 

You walked further into the locker room, hearing a shower on in the back. You walked towards the back of the room to where the small shower cubicles were hidden, finding one still occupied. You walked around the room until you found Rafe’s locker and sat down on the nearest bench. 

It wasn’t long until you heard the water turn off and the curtain rungs sliding across the metal pole. You hear his footsteps crossing the concrete and you hold your breath, waiting for him to turn the corner. 

Rafe rounds the corner, one hand on his towel and the other raking through his wet hair. His eyes lock on yours, gaze narrowing. You stand up. 

You begin to speak but Rafe shuts you up. 

“Sit the fuck down, Y/N.” Your eyes widen. Rafe’s hair hangs in front of his face, the water from the shower dripping from his hair onto his chest. “What the fuck was that?” You sit down, not wanting to worsen his mood further. 

“Rafe I-” He slammed his locker shut. 

“Did you think it was funny?” You didn’t respond. “Did you think it was fucking funny?” Rafe turned to you, his eyes piercing into yours. You don’t think you’d ever seen Rafe this angry. He stepped in your direction, towering over you. “Why the fuck would you wear Nehlson’s jersey?” His jaw was clenched, the look in his eyes scaring you. 

“Rafe, I didn’t think it would be a big deal!” You tried getting up but Rafe’s hand caught your neck, effectively shutting you up. He guides you to a row of lockers unblocked by a bench, pinning your body to the metal. His other hand lands next to your head.

Rafe’s gaze is anywhere but your eyes, his breath shaky. His grip on your throat, just the tightest bit, cutting off any chance you had to speak. 

“You thought it wouldn’t be a big deal?” His voice is just above a whisper. “Baby.” Rafe finally looks at you, a look you’ve never seen in his eyes. 

You suck in a breath, which is hard due to the pressure of his hand wrapped around your throat. 

“You didn’t think it would be a big deal if you wore another guy’s jersey? Why the fuck would that not be a big deal, sweetie?” The pet name shot a shiver through you. Your hands grasp his wrist. “Put your fucking hands down.” You comply. Rafe’s hand leaves your throat and you suck in a breath. Rafe turns around, his hand raking through his wet hair. “Baby, you embarrassed me.” 

“Rafe I tried to get one of yours but they were all sold out! What did you want me to do?” Rafe turned around in a flash, his hands slamming on the metal beside your head. 

“Then you fucking ask me.” His pupils were dilated, his breathing even more ragged. “Pick up your fucking phone and call me.” His hand moves from beside you and gently caresses your cheek. “You know what Nehlson said to me at the first break?” Rafe’s breath fans your face. “Baby, he said that,” Rafe’s thoughts were scattered. “he said that he would be happy to fuck you while you wear his jersey.” Your eyes widened. “So if you were wondering why he didn’t play the rest of the game, that’s why.” 

“Rafe what did you do?” 

He smiled. 

“Relax baby. They still let me play the rest of the game.” Rafe locked eyes with you again. “Though I can’t say anything about tomorrow’s game.”

Before you can reply, Rafe’s mouth is on yours. The kiss is anything but loving. Rafe’s hand travels to your neck again. Your hands reach up, fingers tangling in Rafe’s hair, tugging on it. Rafe moans into your mouth. You begin to take the jersey off but Rafe interrupts you. 

“Oh no honey. Leave it on.” Rafe steps back, a hand back on his towel and sits down on the bench behind him. “Take off everything else, and then we’ll get started.” 

“Rafe we are in a locker room!” You step forward but stop under Rafe’s gaze. 

“Do I look like I care? I’m not gonna ask again.” He leaned forward, his forearms on his thighs, staring straight at you. 

You quickly slip off your tennis shoes and fumble while trying to take off your jeans. Rafe’s eyes don’t move from your form as you take off your pants. 

“C’mere baby.” You comply and step toward him. Rafe’s hands are on your hips immediately. His fingers gently slide up and down your thighs, underneath his jersey. His fingers hook onto the sides of your underwear. You set your hands on his bare shoulders.

Rafe looks into your eyes. 

“Baby, you know I love you, right?” You nod, half-distracted by his ministrations on your thighs. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” 

Rafe rips you underwear off of you, searing your thighs. 

Your nails dig into his shoulders as his fingers find your core. You can feel his gaze trained on your face but you can’t find the courage to look at him. Rafe plunges two fingers into you, stretching you deliciously, coaxing a long moan out of you. 

“Fuck. How are you already this wet?” You can’t hide the heat rushing to your cheeks. “Is this from watching me play?” Your body shakes when his thumb brushes against your clit. 

You whimper.

“Or...” His thumb presses down hard on to you. “Did you know all along that this would happen? You knew if you wore someone else’s jersey that I’d get jealous?” His fingers increase in speed, your pussy making the most lewd noises. 

“Rafe...” 

“Shut up.” You struggle to catch your breath and manage to look at him. His gaze is trained down, watching his fingers pump in and out of you, watching your wetness slide down your trembling thighs and his wrist. His gaze flickers up to yours. He slips another finger into you. 

“Fuck...” You whisper, your head falling back. 

Rafe’s fingers curl and he stops moving. 

“No...” He is quick to interrupt you.

“Are you so fucking needy that you wore another guys jersey? Do I not get you off enough baby? My big cock not good enough for you?” You clench around his fingers at his degrading words. 

You can’t answer him. His fingers are still stilled inside of you but he brushes his thumb against your clit again. 

“So fucking needy. But this isn’t for me, right?” Rafe pulls his fingers out of you, the sudden emptiness making you gasp. 

He stands up and walks to his locker. 

“Rafey...” You try to catch your breath, you clench around the memory of him. “Please.” 

You hear him laugh darkly behind you. Suddenly, his hot breath is on your neck. 

“Please what? Use your words.” His fingers dance around the hem of his jersey. “Or I will leave. Right now.”

“Rafe I didn’t...” You suddenly feel his body press into yours. “I didn’t wear it to make you jealous. I just thought it was the closest number to one.” You can feel the effects from his actions present on your thighs. 

You try and turn around but Rafe’s hand on your lower back pushes you down. Your hands land on the bench, giving him access to your cunt. 

He kicks your legs apart. Arousal floods to your core again and you know Rafe is looking straight at your most intimate part. 

“Number eleven?” He steps closer, your heart racing. “Seems only fitting that you get punished eleven times then, princess.” Your eyes widen at his threat and the nickname he rarely uses.

The sound of his hand on your ass echos throughout the room. 

“RAFE!” His thumb presses onto your clit again. 

“Count. Or else it’s double.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. 

“One.” 

You obey his orders, blinking back the tears and hoping that Rafe doesn’t notice how you’re dripping down your thighs. He reaches ten and before you can speak, his palm comes down again, flat on your cunt.

The moan that releases from your throat awakens a beast in Rafe. 

“Eleven.” It comes out like a whisper. Your body is shaking from his blow, knuckles white from gripping the hard bench, but Rafe knows you liked it. He moved your hair from your back, making sure his name is fully visible on your back.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.” His hands settle lazily on your hips, thumbs drawing circles on your bare skin. You hear the towel drop and your heart races, anticipating what’s to come.

“You’ve always wanted to do what?” Rafe sucks in a breath before lining himself up at your entrance.

“Fuck you while you wear my jersey.” He slides into you, knowing that you’ll beg for him to go faster.

“Shit. Rafe…” You roll your hips back into his as he bottoms out inside of you, his length reaching impossibly deep within you. “Please.”

“Please what?” You are glad he can’t see you roll your eyes.

“Rafe please move.”

He grins, loving the state you enter when you are desperate for an orgasm.

“Ok, baby.” Rafe slides out of you slowly, making you whine with impatience.

“Fuck. Faster! Rafe please.”

He eyes his last name across your shoulders one last time before slamming into you.

Rafe is relentless as his hips slap yours, coaxing moans out of you and low grunts out of him. You nearly scream as Rafe’s fingers brush your clit.

“Rafe- s’to much.” He presses hard onto your clit, somehow going faster.

How does he have this much energy after a game?

“Fuckin’ take it.” Comes his throaty reply.

You feel your orgasm coming and you grab Rafe’s hand, desperate for him to stop the sweet pain, but he’s relentless, thumbing your clit and fucking you through your orgasm.

But he doesn’t stop. Rafe groans as he feels your release, your soft walls clenching around him so hard he nearly comes, but alas, he keeps his pace steady, drilling into your sopping, overstimulated core at an ungodly speed.

“Oh God, please.”

“Yeah baby, pray to me.” Your body’s reaction to his words is embarrassing but you can’t help it. His fingers continue their assault on your clitoris, causing you to writhe in his strong hold, desperate for a break.

“Fuck, god, please! Rafe I can’t-“

“Princess…” you gush at the nickname, “you asked for it faster, I’m only giving you what you want.”

As he drills into you from behind, there is nothing you can do except take what he gives you.

“You got one more f’me? C’mon I know you can come for me one more time baby.” His lips tickle your ear. “You gonna come around me while wearing my name across your back?”

That does it.

You let out a broken moan as you come again and Rafe follows.

The two of you catch your breath and you feel Rafe smirk into your shoulder. He turns you to face him, his eyes twinkling.

He takes you in, how ‘fucked out’ you look. He bends down, capturing you in a kiss before swiping his fingers across your cunt, gathering the mixture of you two. You jolt and grab his arms at the contact. He laughs into your lips.

“Sorry, princess. Had to get one more taste.” He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. He turns to get dressed and you look at the floor, finding your torn panties. You grab them, glaring at Rafe.

“Rafe!” He turns, seeing the fabric in your hands and his grin returns.

“What?” He leans against the locker, his underwear visible through his unzipped jeans.

“What the hell am I supposed to wear?” You feign anger, trying to push the thoughts of how hot it was when he ripped them off of your body from your head.

Rafe turns back to his locker, pulling out a pair of warmup sweatpants and tossing them to you. You roll your eyes and put them on. As he tugs his shirt on he takes you in.

Your sitting on the bench pulling your shoes on, dressed in his sweats and his jersey, complete with his name on the back. Your his.

He shuts his locker and tips your chin up. He bends down to kiss you. It’s tender, a vast difference to his treatment 10 minutes prior.

“Y’ready?” You nod, and let him lead you out of the locker room and to his car.

As you enter the parking lot, a loud slap is heard.

Rafe’s hand on your ass. Again.

“RAFE CAMERON!”

All he can do is laugh and pull you into him.

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