#obey me sensory overload

[jangofettjamz]

Turn It Off!

Gentle!Wednesday x Autistic!Male!Reader

Summary: Wednesday comforts you after Enid almost sends you into sensory overload.

Words: 1076

Wednesday POV

Normally I would resent anyone who would even dare to think of asking me out, but that all changed when a particular psychic boy asked me to be his friend, and soon to be boyfriend.

Y/N L/N, a real gem among idiots.

I instantly took a liking to him, he's different from everything else and I soon came to find out why.

Y/N has autism spectrum disorder, which would be a valid explanation for some of his behaviour since coming to nevermore.

He's extremely shy, when he asked me to be his friend he almost broke at the seams. He's really nervous during any kind of social interaction with those he doesn't know.

Loud noises are especially irritable for him. Wolves howling in the quad would be torture for him, making him put his headphones on the second he sees them about to howl.

Meltdowns. Some imbecile thought it was funny to blast an air horn into his ears during lunch break, the result was Y/N having a meltdown with no one able to help him.

When we started talking I knew he felt a connection to me, he was a bit scared of me but also intrigued.

He's vastly intelligent, easily an IQ of 160. He's truly gifted with intelligence and that's coming from me. I'm not one to be humble.

When we started dating I took him to the weathervane, I didn't want to scare him like I did with everyone else. He's a fragile boy and didn't deserve that.

I wanted to protect him, to care for him and help where everyone elsen had failed him.

I love everything about him. I love the he'd hide his hands in his sleeves when he's shy. I love the way he talks about his favourite things in great detail. I love the way he could come to me when he's upset.

I love him, so very very much.

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Me, Enid and Y/N are currently studying for our botany test next week. Enid, as usual, is procrastinating while me and Y/N have been studying since the test was announced.

We both go to reach for the eraser on the desk next to us, only for our hands to touch. I kissed the top of his hand making him blush madly, he really is cute; I hate myself for using that word.

Enid is dancing around her room being the foolish lycan that she is, she never ceases to amaze me how foolish she can be, its actually quite remarkable.

Suddenly, she decided it was a good idea to start blasting her incessant music out of her speakers, causing Y/N to cover his ears and whimper out of discomfort.

"Enid, turn it off" I said with a warning tone, though she only chose to ignore me and do her embarrassing dance moves in front of my face. Y/N began to whimper louder, making my anger with Enid rise to new heights.

"Enid turn it off!" I said louder; no effect was made.

"Why? It's getting boring in here, let's have some fun!" She said loudly, only adding to Y/N's discomfort. I was furious.

"ENID!" I shout, startling the both of them. "Can't you see that Y/N is getting upset because of your music blasting his ear drums apart, he's sensitive to noise you imbecile!" She looked over to Y/N to see him curled up in a ball with his hands over his ears, a guilty expression painting her face.

I point my finger to the door. "Get out" is all I say. She obeys and walks out with her head hung low. She knows about his noise sensitivity and yet she still does this, the audacity of some people.

Though my anger was strong and prevalent, I still heard faint whimpers from my side of the room. Y/N was still feeling uncomfortable after all that noise and was curled up in a ball on the floor by my desk. Thing was trying his best to comfort him, but nothing seemed to work.

I walk over to him and sit down opposite him with a gentle smile on my face. I patted my knees indicating for him to sit in my lap, he nodded and crawled into my lap and I hugged him tight, he preferred pressure over feather light touches.

He sniffled quietly, hoping I wouldn't notice. He looked away from so that I wouldn't see the tears streaming down his face like a river, as if I'd resent him for it. I pulled his face by his chin to look at me and offered a reassuring smile. I only ever smile for him.

"It's okay to cry in front of me, I won't be mad. Please don't be afraid to cry in front of me, I don't want you to be scared of me, darling." And with that he broke, he hid his face in my shoulder as I stroked his back, my blazer becoming wet with tears but I didn't care.

"I'm sorry Wednesday, I know you hate emotions." He said through his sobs. I felt my heart break a little, he thought I'd hate him for it.

"No it's okay, sweetheart, it's you so I don't mind at all. I would never be disappointed in you for being upset. Enid is the one I'm disappointed in, she should've been more mindful of your needs."

I pulled back from him. "Can I kiss you?" He nodded and I planted a gentle kiss to his lips. "Wanna cuddle for a bit?" He nodded again and I guided him to my bed.

We sat on the bed and I held him with a vice grip from behind. I wanted to reassure him that he's okay to be emotional around me. I had not realised he feared me so much.

"I won't leave you for being emotional Y/N, you know that right?" I whispered behind him. "I'm always here to listen you, I know it can be hard to operate somedays and it can be overwhelming for you, I'm hoping you'll let me in and help you and comfort you in any way I can." He turned around, he looked taken aback by what I said, I meant everything.

"You would do that? For me?" I smiled and nodded

"I'd do anything for you, mi amor." He leaned forward and kissed me gently, smiling against my lips which I happily returned.

Maybe I'm not unlike my mother and father after all...

[14thcommander]

☆. cw: fingering, praise, dirty talk, canon, soft!hange.

You can feel Hange’s presence all over you. 

Their fingers run through your body like they’ve done a thousand times prior: with passion, ecstasy. Hange has never half-assed anything in life, and loving you wouldn’t be any different. 

“That’s it,” They purr, voice soft and breath warm against your face. “open those pretty legs for me.”

And you do – how could you not? With chocolate eyes looking into your soul, pleading for your love, and simultaneously thanking you for your own very existence. With only a fireplace – outside of your tent – illuminating the both of you, Hange looks even more ethereal and intense. You know that look, dripping from their eyes.

Worship.

Your legs spread, obeying their command. Tongues of fire lick your body, as if the Earth has opened itself, a witness to you and your lover. Clammy hands, curious fingers: Hange traces their digits over your clothed heat, smiling at the way you buck your hips towards their touch.

“Easy, I’m gonna give you what you want.” They whisper, with their plump lips against yours. Hange tastes of whiskey and pride – the taste of victory, on the tip of their tongue. Your love is the proof of that, a celebratory act after a tough battle, although there isn’t a time in which your love making isn’t intense and passionate. 

With teeth and tongue, Hange kisses you once more. A single digit finds its way towards your entrance, gathering your juices. You moan, and they swallow your sounds. Your fingers gently rake your lover's head, gently caressing through their messy brown hair. 

“More, please.” You beg, voice barely above a whisper, as you gently hook a leg around their waist. 

Two fingers move in and out of your cunt, curving gently against your gummy walls. Waves of pleasure travel through your body, and Hange is all you can feel: their scent – pine and something else you can’t quite figure –, their touch – hot and soft, heavy and gentle – and their voice. 

“Anything for you.” They mumble, against your – now puffy, from all the kissing and biting – lips. 

Your ears burn at their words, at their praise. There’s something so enticing about being at their mercy, and having them take care of you like this. Their fingers move faster, more precisely now. Your own fingers find their way towards your lover’s messy nest of hair, gently pulling on it – and earning a low moan in return. 

It was an exquisite type of cat and mouse game, and you loved every second of it. 

“‘M close.” You confess, and it comes out more like a warning. 

“That’s it.” Hange mumbles, their free hand gently grabbing your jaw, forcing your face into a pouty expression. “Look at me when you come, say my name sweetheart, I know you can do it.”

The bubble of warmth that was once growing in your lower abdomen finally explodes, as a white hot feeling travels through your every nerve – it feels like your body is short circuiting, going into sensory overload. Still, your partner has yet to cease their movements.

“Give me one more, yeah?”

[cynicalrosebud]

Echoes of Duty (COD Sentinel AU) - Locked In Scenarios

Series Masterlist

Aka locked in scenarios with each of the 141!

Being locked in refers to a Sentinel entering an intense sensory focus where they lose awareness of everything outside their primary sense. This hyper-focus makes them highly effective but vulnerable, as they become reliant on their Guide to help pull them back or ground them. It can happen due to stress, sensory overload, or a combination of both, making it a dangerous state if the Guide is unable to intervene. The bond between Sentinel and Guide is critical in these moments, as it allows the Guide to calm and redirect the Sentinel’s attention, breaking the “lock”.

Setting: Late evening in the safehouse, Price’s office

John Price sat hunched over his desk, piles of paperwork scattered in front of him. His head throbbed from hours of staring at mission reports, but it wasn’t the paperwork that was overwhelming him—it was the sound.

The safehouse, normally quiet, felt like an amplifier to Price’s heightened sense of hearing. Every creak of the floorboards, the distant hum of electronics, and the muffled conversations from the other rooms felt as loud as if they were happening right next to him. The overstimulation was unbearable, each tiny sound striking like a hammer against his already splitting headache.

He rubbed at his temples, trying to focus on the task at hand, but it was no use. He was drowning in a sea of noise, each sound crashing over him with increasing intensity. The tension in his jaw tightened.

“John?”

Y/n’s soft voice broke through the chaos, and though it was the only voice he could tolerate, even that sent a ripple through his heightened senses.

Price looked up, his gaze tired and strained. “Y/n... It’s too much.”

She moved toward him, recognizing the symptoms immediately. His senses were overwhelmed, the burden of his Sentinel abilities catching up to him. She could see it in the tightness of his expression, the way his fingers clenched the edge of the desk.

“I’ll help,” she said softly, already stepping close to him. “Close your eyes, and let me take it from here.”

Without hesitation, Price obeyed, closing his eyes and allowing her to take control. Y/n knelt beside him, her hands gently resting on his arm as she focused on guiding him, filtering out the barrage of sounds that were tormenting him.

“Breathe, John,” she whispered, her voice a quiet anchor amidst the noise. “Focus on my voice. Block out everything else.”

Gradually, the tension in his body began to ease as Y/n helped him narrow his focus, silencing the overwhelming flood of sounds. She created a bubble of calm around them, her presence a shield against the sensory onslaught.

The ticking of the clock, the soft rustle of papers, and even the faint sound of his own breathing began to fade into the background, muted by her careful guidance. Price could finally relax, the pounding in his head easing as the world around him became quieter.

“There you go,” Y/n murmured, her thumb tracing soothing circles on his arm. “Just my voice, John. That’s all you need to hear.”

Price’s lips twitched in a brief smile, the overwhelming strain lifting as he focused solely on her. The relief was immense, the silence she brought a balm to his senses.

After a long moment, he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting hers with unspoken gratitude. “You’ve got a way of fixing things no one else can,” he muttered, his voice low but sincere.

Y/n smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “That’s what I’m here for.”

As she moved to stand, Price caught her hand, bringing it to his lips in a soft, lingering kiss against her knuckles. It was a simple gesture, but filled with depth—a thank you beyond words.

“Thanks again,” he said, his voice sincere.

Y/n nodded, her smile warm. “Take it easy, John. The paperwork will still be here tomorrow.”

Price chuckled softly, a hint of his usual confidence returning. “Aye, it will. And so will you, I’m sure.”

Y/n gave him a reassuring nod, turning back to him before leaving the room, “Always, John.”

Price watched her go, the echoes of her calming presence still lingering around him. His hearing had returned to its normal sensitivity, the overwhelming sounds that once plagued him now just a faint memory. But her voice—that remained, steady in his mind, a lifeline whenever he needed it most.

Setting: After a particularly grueling mission, at the team’s temporary base

The tension in the air was palpable as Kyle "Gaz" Garrick sat on the edge of his bunk, his hands flexing and curling into fists. His head hung low, shoulders sagging under the weight of the day. The mission had been brutal, close combat and intense physical encounters, but the worst part was the aftereffects.

For Gaz, it wasn’t just the mental exhaustion. It was his sense of touch—constantly heightened, always aware of every shift in the ground, every subtle movement of the air, every vibration through his gear. Now, after the mission, his body still screamed with the sensations that hadn’t let up, each one amplified, keeping him on edge.

He could still feel the recoil of every shot, the tension in every muscle he’d used, even the dull scrape of the rough fabric of his fatigues against his skin like sandpaper. It all grated on his nerves, his skin practically buzzing with overstimulation, as if his entire body was stuck in overdrive.

Y/n noticed him from across the room. She could sense the strain rolling off him in waves. His brow was furrowed, jaw clenched, his hands restless. She knew that look. It wasn’t just the aftermath of the mission—it was the burden of his enhanced touch, every tiny sensation amplified, overwhelming him in its persistence.

Quietly, she crossed the room, stopping just in front of him. “Kyle,” she said softly, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. “You’re feeling it, aren’t you?”

He didn’t need to answer, the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his hands, all spoke for him. His touch sense had been in overdrive all day—every hit, every jolt, every shift in his surroundings hammering him long after the mission had ended.

Y/n knelt down in front of him, placing her hands on his knees, grounding him. “Let me help.”

Gaz let out a shaky breath, his hands dropping into his lap, the tension still humming under his skin. “It’s like I can’t turn it off,” he admitted, his voice rough with fatigue. “I can still feel everything… every punch, every damn vibration. It’s too much.”

Y/n nodded, her hands gently wrapping around his, fingers brushing his palms. “Focus on me,” she said softly, sending a pulse of calm through their bond. “I’m going to help filter it out. You don’t need to feel everything right now.”

He exhaled, trying to let go, focusing on her touch. Her presence began to take hold, like a gentle wave washing over him, dulling the sharp edges of his overstimulation. Slowly, she helped him narrow his focus, channeling the chaotic flood of sensation into something more manageable, more bearable.

Kyle’s breathing evened out as Y/n guided him, her touch grounding him in the present moment, smoothing away the strain. The vibrations running through his muscles began to ease, the overwhelming sensations gradually quieting as she worked.

“Better?” she asked, her voice soft but firm, still holding his hands in hers.

“Yeah…” Kyle’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the relief was clear in his tone. “Feels like I can breathe again.”

She smiled, her hands giving his a light squeeze before pulling back, though her presence remained a steady, soothing hum through their bond. “That’s the point. You don’t have to carry all that weight alone, Kyle.”

He looked at her, gratitude clear in his eyes, though his words came slow and soft. “Thanks, Y/n. I… don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’d figure it out,” she teased gently, standing up. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

As she started to leave, Kyle sat up a little straighter, finally starting to feel like himself again. The overwhelming edge of his heightened sense of touch had receded, leaving only the steady pulse of relief in its wake.

Setting: Safehouse, post-mission late afternoon

Ghost sat in a darkened corner, his mask pulled down, elbows resting on his knees. His eyes were shut tight, jaw clenched as if holding back a flood. The mission had been brutal, but it wasn’t the fight that weighed on him now. It was his enhanced sight—always a gift on the battlefield, but a curse when he couldn’t switch it off.

Every detail, every flash of light, every movement in the room felt like a knife in his skull. He could see too much—the shifting shadows, the glint of metal from across the room, the smallest flicker of the fire. Everything was magnified, overwhelming, burning through his already frayed nerves.

Y/n had seen him like this before. She moved silently across the room, feeling the waves of tension and frustration radiating off him. Ghost’s senses were overstimulated—his enhanced vision had been pushed to its limits during the mission, and now, without the adrenaline of combat, it was threatening to shut him down.

She knelt beside him, her presence a calming force. “Simon,” she whispered, her voice soft and grounding, cutting through the overwhelming flood of sensory input.

He didn’t move at first, his breath coming in shallow, measured bursts. His eyes stayed shut, as if opening them would make everything worse.

“It’s too much, isn’t it?” she asked gently, her hand resting lightly on his arm, letting him know she was there. He didn’t need to answer—she could feel it in the tension rippling off him.

“Too bright,” he muttered after a long pause, his voice rough. “Everything’s too damn bright.”

Y/n nodded, already reaching out with her Guide energy, her calming presence washing over him like a cool breeze. She could feel the overstimulation, the way every flicker of light and movement pressed in on him. Slowly, she began to help him narrow his focus, dulling the sharp edges of his vision, bringing him back to a state of calm.

“I’m going to help you turn it down,” she murmured, her voice steady, soothing. “Focus on me. Block everything else out.”

Ghost exhaled shakily, his eyes still closed as he felt the pressure begin to ease. He focused on her—her voice, her touch. The overwhelming sensory input began to fade, the blinding details around him slipping away as Y/n helped him filter out the chaos.

Bit by bit, the tightness in his body began to release. His breathing slowed, and his muscles, once rigid, softened under her influence.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he opened his eyes. The world no longer assaulted him with its overwhelming brightness. Everything felt softer, calmer, and most importantly, manageable.

“You did it,” Y/n said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Feeling better?”

Ghost gave a slight nod, his shoulders still tense but no longer coiled with that unbearable pressure. “Yeah… thanks.”

He didn’t need to say more—his gratitude was clear in the way he relaxed under her touch, in the way his gaze softened just a fraction as he looked at her.

“I’m always here, Simon,” she reminded him, her voice firm but gentle. “You don’t have to fight it alone.”

Ghost gave her a brief nod, the words sticking in his throat. He wasn’t one for emotional displays, but he didn’t need them with her. She knew.

As she rose to leave him to rest, his hand shot out, gently catching her wrist. His dark eyes, still shadowed beneath his mask, met hers.

“Stay.”

It was a single word, rough and unpolished, but it was enough. She nodded, sitting back down beside him. The two of them sat in the quiet, the bond between Sentinel and Guide humming softly, soothing the storm that had once raged in him.

Setting: Early afternoon, training grounds

The sun beat down on the training grounds, dust kicking up as Soap MacTavish barked orders at a group of recruits. He had been running them through drills for hours, but their performance was sloppy at best. His patience was wearing thin.

"Come on, ya daft lot! Get it together!" Soap shouted, his voice carrying across the field.

The recruits scrambled to fix their formations, but the disorganization grated on his nerves. The sharp scent of sweat, gun oil, and dirt filled his senses, mixing with the frustration that had been simmering all morning. For a Sentinel like Soap, with his heightened sense of smell, the intensity of it was suffocating.

Each recruit carried a unique scent—some were nervous, others exhausted, and a few reeked of fear. It was overwhelming, bombarding his senses with a cocktail of emotions and adrenaline. The anger in his chest grew as the stench of failure filled the air.

Soap slammed his fist into the nearby post, startling the recruits as he tried to ground himself. But the smells were too much, too sharp, too strong. He couldn’t block them out, couldn’t focus.

"Jesus Christ, ye smell like shite!" he snapped, earning a few nervous glances from the recruits.

That was when Y/n, sensing the shift in his emotional state from the other side of the training grounds, made her way over. She could feel the anger radiating from him, his frustration feeding into the intensity of his Sentinel senses.

When she approached, Soap immediately caught her scent—calming, familiar, like fresh rain after a storm. The chaos of the training ground faded, and for a moment, all he could focus on was her.

"Johnny," she said softly, coming to stand beside him. "You’re pushing too hard."

Soap grunted, his jaw clenched, but didn’t respond. His nostrils flared as he caught the scent of dirt and sweat still lingering in the air around them, the tension in his muscles refusing to ease.

Y/n stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "Let me help," she offered, her voice calm and soothing.

Soap glanced at her, the familiar scent of her presence already starting to work its magic. He nodded once, reluctantly, as if ashamed to admit he needed it.

She took a deep breath, extending her Guide abilities to him, her touch grounding him. Slowly, she helped him filter out the distracting smells—the overwhelming mix of sweat and fear that clouded his senses. Instead, she focused his attention on more neutral, calming scents. The earthy smell of the grass beneath them, the faint tang of gunpowder that always lingered around Soap’s gear, and most importantly, her own scent, which had always been a source of comfort to him.

Gradually, the tension in his body began to ease. His breathing steadied, the overwhelming sensory input fading to a manageable level. The anger and frustration that had been bubbling inside him dissipated, replaced by a steady calm.

"Better?" she asked, her thumb lightly brushing against his arm.

Soap exhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the reprieve she’d given him. "Aye, much better."

Y/n smiled, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. "Good. Now take it easy on them, yeah? They’re new."

He let out a short laugh, the sharp edge of his temper softened. "Aye, but they still smell like fear. It’s distractin’."

She chuckled softly at that. "Not everyone’s as fearless as you, Johnny."

Soap’s lips twitched into a grin. "Damn right."

As Y/n began to step away, Soap reached for her hand, his grip gentle but firm. He brought her knuckles to his lips in a soft, grateful kiss, lingering just long enough to convey his thanks.

"Thanks, lass," he murmured, his eyes meeting hers.

"Anytime, Soap," she replied, giving him a warm smile before turning her attention back to the recruits.

As she moved away, Soap’s eyes followed her, the lingering scent of her calming presence still anchoring him. He shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips as he looked back at the recruits.

But a new thought crossed his mind as he watched her scold the recruits for their lack of focus. The way she handled them—firm but fair—left Soap wondering what she’d be like as a mother, especially to the 141’s future children. The image made him smirk, a sense of warmth filling his chest.

"God help the poor bairns if they take after me," he muttered to himself with a chuckle before turning his attention back to training.

[beelsnack]

Back in the Saddle - Obey Me! Boys and an MC Who is Overcoming a Depressive Episode

Hyper-specific coping mechanisms? On my blog? It's more likely than you think.

(Just kidding that's like the whole reason I started the blog in the first place lol)

I'll be honest, I'm not caught up on the games at all. I got like 2 chapters into Nightbringer before the rhythm games gave me sensory overload. But they're still my emotional support demons and I'm still going to write about them on my silly little blog. Enjoy!

May make a part 2 with the other characters, this one was getting kind of long.

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Lucifer: The music room had always been one of the few places that Lucifer could seek solace from the chaos that seemed to follow him. Most of his brothers had no desire to practice an instrument, and those who did tended to want to do it on their own, so if he was there, they tended to avoid the area. He had come to expect the room to be empty when he arrived there.

So seeing the human hunched over the grand piano threw him off a bit.

He knew they played the piano - it had been in their paperwork when they first came to the Devildom. They played quite frequently before, taking comfort in the familiar feeling of the ivory keys when the strangeness of their new home got to be too much. But something in recent months stopped them, and he didn’t have the faintest idea what. They hadn’t been very forthcoming about their mental state, and Lucifer didn’t want to pry. 

Well, actually, he did want to pry, but each time he asked, they got more and more irritated and withdrawn from him, and that stung just as much as not being able to help.

They were making considerably more mistakes than they had before, likely due to a lack of practice, but Lucifer could see a bit of their old spark returning to their eyes as muscle memory took over. They were playing an ost from a human world show, something slow and soothing that they played often. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Lucifer thought he could see the beginnings of a smile on their face.

Before he quite knew what he was doing, he had silently made his way over to them. His shadow fell over the keys, and they jumped in shock. They whipped around so fast he was worried that they would twist something. “Lucifer?!”

“Don’t stop on my account, my dear,” he smiled gently at them, perching himself on the bench next to them. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard you play, won’t you indulge me a little?”

Mammon: It was just a little doodle.

Borrowing the human's notes was a pretty common occurrence for Mammon. If he even remembered to take notes, they were sparse at best and incomprehensible at worst. He had just wanted to take a picture of them at first but the human insisted he write them himself. 

"We don't need to make it too easy for Lucifer to tell you don't pay attention," had been there reasoning, but Mammon wasn't going to turn down some alone time with them. Even if it was in the library.

When the human had presented their notebook to him, his eyes had immediately gone to the little drawing in the corner. It wasn't very detailed, more like random scribbles that eventually morphed into a flower and some stars. When they had first come to the Devildom, their notebooks had been absolutely filled with doodles and drawings, ranging from rudimentary shapes and shading to full-on sketches in the margins. They claimed it helped them focus, so Mammon had been a little concerned when the drawings had dwindled to nothing.

"What are you smiling at?"

Mammon jumped, heat creeping up his neck as he realized he had been caught. "Nothin'!"

He glanced back at the drawings, wishing he had his shades to hide behind. "...I missed the doodles, is all."

Leviathan: Right.

Left.

…Alright, the coast was clear. Sighing softly in relief, Levi emerged fully from his room and made his way downstairs. Most of the residents went their separate ways after dinner, and he knew for a fact Beel had his Fangol game so the kitchen should be free.

Levi stuck his hand in his pants pocket to make sure the folded square of paper was still there. One of his favorite Deviltubers are done a video recreating various dishes from different anime, but Levi just had to try them as well. But any sort of attempt at baking was doomed to fail if Beelzebub was in the house, so as much as Levi had wanted to jump right in as soon as he had seen the video, this excursion needed careful planning.

He was feeling rather hopeful until he got to the kitchen and saw the light on.

Defeated, he was about to turn around and head back into his inner sanctum to await his next opportunity before he realized that the shadow moving along the wall was far too small to be Beel.

Quietly, carefully, he poked his head around the corner and peered into the kitchen. There, in an old t-shirt with an apron tied around their waist, was the human scooping flour out of a bag.

Either he made some sort of noise or they just felt his presence. They turned around, looking startled for a moment before regaining their composure and grinning sheepishly at him. “Hey, Levi, what’s up?”

Levi blinked owlishly at them for a second. “Uh, well…”

The human’s baked goods had quickly become treasure in the House of Lamentation when they first arrived for the exchange program. It had been their passion, but something happened somewhere to tamp out the gleeful little spark they had whenever they were trying out a new recipe. But, like a storm passing, that light was beginning to peek through the dark clouds.

“Levi?” they asked, cocking their head at him like a confused puppy. “You alright?”

“I-I’m fine!” Levi had to physically shake himself out of his train of thought. “You-you’re baking something?”

“Mm-hm,” they hummed, turning back to the counter to glance at the recipe on their phone. “I was really in the mood for some chocolate cake.”

Chocolate cake wasn’t one of the recipes on his list, but seeing them passionate about something again made him forget about his whole mission. “Do you…want some help?”

Satan: Someone was humming.

Satan had thought he was alone in RAD’s library. Very rarely did students venture here at this hour, and his brothers were causing suck a ruckus back at the house that he hadn’t been able to focus on his book even shut within his room. And now someone was being annoying here.

His already short fuse was slowly but surely reaching the end, and he slammed his book shut with a bit more force than necessary. He would get his quiet time or there would be blood.

The perpetrator was somewhere in the fiction section, it sounded like, and Satan rounded the corner of the shelves like a predator sniffing out its prey. Finally, after a few moments of following the sound, he caught sight of another person. He stopped at the beginning of the aisle, mouth already open in a snarl to scold whoever had the balls to - 

“Oh, Satan, hi!”

He deflated like someone had poked a hole in him. Of all of the people he thought he would encounter, the human had been very low on the list. Recently, they barely left their room except to go to class or eat. Usually if he wanted to spend time with them he had to gently coax them out into the open like one would entice a cat with treats.

Satan cleared his throat. “Well, this is unexpected.”

The human had their arms full of books. Quite the assortment, too. A thriller, a book about previous kings on the Devildom, what appeared to be some sort of romance manga and an autobiography of a well-known witch.

“I ran out of things to read,” they shrugged, looking away. “Went through everything I had at least twice.”

“You know,” Satan walked over and took two of the books out of their arms - they always got irritated when he took everything, like a stubborn kitten, so letting them hold on to something would preserve their dignity. “You can always come to me if you want recommendations.”

Asmodeus: “Hey, Asmo?”

There were only a few people who were brave and/or stupid enough to go into Asmo’s room without knocking. Not because he would be angry or anything, but one never knew what kind of salacious activities would be going on in there and it was better for all involved if there was some warning before opening the door to Asmo’s den of debauchery.

“Hello, darling!” Asmo chirped, beckoning the human inside. They were lucky, he had just gotten out of the bath and was in the middle of his skin care routine. “What’s up?”

“Do you have anything for eye bags?” they asked, poking idly at the puffy skin beneath their eyes. It was clear that their mental health hadn’t been in top condition lately, their stress written in the dullness of their skin and drawn across the acne that dotted their face. But Asmo knew better than anyone that pointing out someone’s physical flaws did nothing for self-esteem, so he hadn’t said anything.

“Of course!” he grinned, scooting over a bit to give them some room on his vanity stool. “Skin care is self-care, darling, glad to see you treating yourself.”

The human sat down next to him, and now that they were closer Asmo could tell just how drained they were. They sat with their shoulders slumped, and they had an air of exhaustion about them.

“Oh, dear, haven’t you been sleeping well?” he asked, reaching over to pick up a small tub of cream. “Sleep is extremely important, you know. I’m a hot mess without my beauty sleep.”

“Really?” they quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Emphasis on hot,” he giggled, dabbing his fingertip into the cream. “Now, hold still for me, darling, wouldn’t want to poke your eyes out~”

Beelzebub: Beel had grown to like the quietness of the gym in the morning.

He was one of the few demons who had the diligence to work out every morning, and the ones who did make it a daily habit tended to leave each other alone to work on their own things. Everyone knew each other there, to the point where they each had their own spot where they left their stuff and there was an unspoken rule that nobody touched anyone else’s belongings.

It was also an unspoken rule that anyone who tried would get eaten by Beelzebub but he tried not to think too hard about that one. He still felt kind of guilty about it.

Muscle memory took him over to the bench by the weights where he usually set his things down, and he was in the process of sliding his gym bag off of his shoulder when he realized that there was another bag there that he didn’t immediately recognize. He stared at it for a moment, trying to see if he could figure out who the owner was until he got close enough to smell it.

Usually gym-bag-smell wasn’t something he would actively seek out, let alone find enticing, but he would recognize that scent anywhere. It was the human’s.

Sure enough, when he turned around, there they were, stretching in front of the weight bench. It had been…Beel didn’t even know how long it had been since he had seen them in the gym. They used to go quite frequently. Not enough to call themself a gym rat, but they kept up with their fitness pretty well. Until they didn’t.

Beel hadn’t wanted to pry, but he had been worried about them when they stopped working out. He could tell they were suffering physically from it as well - whatever had stopped them from exercising had also stopped them from taking care of their body in general, and he could tell by the weakness in their arms and the dragging of their feet that they weren’t at the top of their game.

He called out their name as he approached them. “You’re here.”

They jumped, eyes wild before they realized who was talking to them, and they shot him a sheepish grin. “Oh, hey, Beel.”

“You haven’t worked out in a while,” Beel stated matter-of-factly before smiling warmly at them. “It’s good to see you here again.”

“Ah, yeah,” they mumbled, looking away. “Kind of…lost my momentum for a bit, I guess. But!” they perked up. “I’m back at it!”

“Good. That’s good.” Beel dropped his bag next to theirs on the bench. “Want me to spot you?”

Belphegor: He was trying to stay awake this time, honest.

Belphie didn’t exactly have the best track record for showing up to class, much less managing to remain conscious for it. Lucifer had been nagging him lately about his attendance, but he was always nagging him about something. No, the real winner of the annoying yet effective big brother olympics was Mammon, who had looked Belphie dead in the eye and said “I bet you couldn’t show up to class for a whole week if you tried.”

And Belphegor was nothing if not a stubborn asshole.

Although, the dare was about going to class, not staying awake, so technically he could snag a nap and Mammon couldn’t say any - 

Belphie’s eyelids snapped open - he hadn’t even realized he had closed them - when something small and bright blue landed on the desk in front of him. It took a moment for him to refocus, but when he did he noticed that a small folded paper star had bounced in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow before turning to look at the human, who was sitting a few seats away from him looking too innocent for them not to be the culprit.

“Can I help you?” he muttered.

“Wakey-wakey, Belphie,” they grinned back at him. They had surrounded themself with a myriad of different-colored paper stars, something Belphie hadn’t seen them do in quite a long time. They had claimed that keeping their hands busy helped them focus during class, and even outside of class they were usually doing some sort of origami project. But at some point, they had stopped. Maybe someone had pointed it out to them, maybe something happened to make them depressed, he didn’t know. But he had kind of missed seeing their little army of paper animals.

“Can you make a fox?”

[fandomsniper]

so this is my take on human Caine

keep in mind that this is all my headcanons and imagination, and I'm going with the theory that he is an AI and he wasn't a human before

(again it's my hc!) also minor tw for drvg mention

so going with that logic, man is an AI, for his whole life all he was, was lines of numerical codes and suddenly he's thrown into this world and becomes a human, as we all are aware a human body needs to comply to the laws of physics, biology, etc., it has needs that need to be taken care of for it to function right which an AI in a digital world doesn't need to do so imo all of that had to mess with his head a lot, I think that there is a high possibility that he would experience some kind of body dysphoria, he would feel that this isn't HIS body, that something isn't right, something doesn't fit etc., that would be pretty logical

complete change of how his brain operates (idk what he had as an AI but let's also call it a brain lol), human body operates on five basic senses, which is something that he didn't have to submit to, the list of "senses" he had as an AI in a digital world is probably long as fuck and now he has to lean on only five basic ones? that gotta suck and be absolutely difficult (which should be obvious, imagine suddenly becoming blind or deaf, now you need to learn to operate with even less senses than you had, fucking sucks), back in the digital world he could do practically everything with little effort and now? he is limited by this human body/world and all the laws it needs to obey

still on those senses, I think they are all over the place because of the sudden change so he would be prone to sensory overloads or something like that

he literally needs to learn all social rules, written and unwritten, and overall the basis our world works on, which we had YEARS to learn about as we grew up, and yeah as an AI he had some info about humans and our world 'cause he had direct contact with us back in the digital world but it wouldn't be even close to enough to live here among us (heh) completely out of nowhere

because of all of this, I think that he would be a total train wreck and he would be very prone to fall into some unhealthy habits, like for example imo he could easily get addicted to drugs (idk what kind tho), he takes some pills and he can "get back" to his old life at least for a moment? sign him up! for that short period of time, he could feel "right" again, he could have control again [I'm also leaning towards the idea that he could develop some kind of control issues considering who he was back in the digital world as an AI], drugs give you a high which on you can imagine/hallucinate/feel a lot of things so yeah, he could easily get addicted to those, especially if his trips would revolve around him being back in his digital world, his home

and nope, it's not me projecting onto my fav character yet again, not at all (I'm a big liar)

but fr tho, I think it would make sense if he actually was an AI who was never a human and somehow he got out of the digital world with all circus crew

and I made a visual of him in a picrew! (if anyone will want it, I will drop the link to it)

I made some small adjustments in ibis paint lol, like the eye color and the roughly drawn Glasgow smile scars (for some reason it just fits him??? cause he was literally all teeth and it connected in my brain??? idk but my mental imagine of him as a human has those scars, can't do anything about it) + a bit longer lines under his eyes

he would look like he's in his really late 20's or early 30's

bonus, cause I found that t-shirt in the maker lol, Jax gave it to him

a playlist I made and some footnotes with fun hcs

he would love the movie "The Greatest Showman", can't tell me otherwise

I think he wouldn't have a specific music taste, no specific genre etc. but I think he would enjoy music from 80's and 2000's

he cried watching Bambi

his fav candy is Skittles

for the first two weeks the only thing he would eat was any variation of buttered bread, breakfast? toast with butter, dinner? buttered bread with salt, supper? toast with butter but this time with no crust, he would have continued this if Ragatha didn't step in and practically force feed him scrambled eggs one morning and then continued to do so with other foods until he stopped eating just bread

he likes Lady Gaga

he's not allowed caffeine, under any circumstances, never again, the circus gang decided that as a group

surprisingly, he enjoys horror movies

Jax showed him that one video of car driving through the hills (iykyk), he fell out of his chair

his room is very cluttered, messy but in this artsy-homey way

he picks on his skin a lot, especially when he's nervous and because of that his hands are covered in band-aids

he once saw Zooble smoke and asked if he can try, now he joins Zooble on "smoke breaks" because he picked on the habbit, Zooble kinda feels bad about it

[jinkookspencil]

bts reactions - you experiencing sensory overload - hyung line

disclaimer/explanation:  (maknae line version here!) this isn't meant to be specifically related to any disorder or any other specific neurobehavioral phenomenon - anyone that relates to it is free to do so, basically. i myself struggle with this and often experience sensory overload, so this is based on my experience (one of the ones below is based on someone i know) and i wrote this yesterday after experiencing it in real life. so, yeah, i just wanted to put that out there. every experience or relation to this is valid. (and just for clarification in case anyone needs it: sensory overload is when one or more of your senses experiences over-stimulation from your surroundings - it can be through sounds and noise, visuals and what you see, crowding, touch, smell, etc. anyone who experiences it and is sensitive to it can feel overwhelmed, can "shut down" and be unfocused, become irritable, cover their ears/nose/etc, and more - people have different reactions.)

separated hyung line and maknae line since the word count for each member is quite long. (namjoon: 1.1k / seokjin: 730 / yoongi: 1.4k / hoseok: 670)

🌻 namjoon 🌻

“Just look at me. Ignore everything else.”

Namjoon said the words as an order - yet his voice was gentle, more soothing than ever before. You wanted to obey. It was easy to. Just seconds ago, ‘ignoring everything else’ would’ve been one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. Your childhood best friend’s wedding couldn’t have been more chaotic, but here, standing merely ten feet away from the chaos with one of the closest people in your life, it suddenly became bearable. You couldn't tell if it was the short distance, the man in front of you, or his firm hands on your shoulders - you’d always wondered if he could be as gentle as he was clumsy. Turns out he could.

“Is it anxiety?”

“Not really,” you say, staring into his eyes. “Well, maybe? It’s hard to tell, Joon. It’s just… a lot. The lights. The fact that the spotlight will be on me when I give my maid of honor speech - oh, and all the eyeballs of the attendees too. And I’d have to block out the sound of the kids playing around in the corner. Oh, and probably the sound of that old man who insists on slurping every last drop of his drink through his straw instead of just getting a refill. I think - I think - if I try hard enough, I could make out the sound of him doing so right now, even though I did last see him on his way to the bathroom. He probably took his drink in there with him. And I might be able to hear one of the kids asking the other to be his girlfriend, oh and-“

“Can you actually hear all that now? Right now?” Namjoon interrupts, resisting a smile.

“Mmm, not when you talk to me. Not when I talk to you. Your face…. Your voice…. You have a calming effect, Kim Namjoon.” The corners of his lips turn upwards into a smile, so you go on hurriedly. “It’s weird. Like…. A boyfriend." Fuck. You were just friends, dammit. . "Or a self-help guru. A therapist - you basically are my therapist, so.”

“Makes sense then, doesn’t it? Tell you what - when you give your speech, just stare directly at me. Like you’re talking to me. Maybe it’ll drown out everything then too - the awwwwws, the giggles, the adoring stares….”

“Stares are never adoring.”

“I disagree,” he says, and suddenly it's hard to look into his eyes, laser-focused on yours.

“I’ll have to ignore my high school friends, judging my body. The old ladies - thinking the same and wondering if I’m single or not, probably matchmaking me with a man here out of boredom. Oh, men - I have to worry about them too. I can handle judgmental scans but ogling-“

“If anyone ogles you and makes you feel uncomfortable I’ll deal with them myself. Old ladies included - I’ll… charm them or get Hoseok to do it. Old ladies adore him and his wife.”

You study Namjoon’s features, serious as ever.

“Look at me. If you want to. If it’s such a bad idea, I’m sure Yeri will understand if you bolt, but….” He pauses, looking somewhere behind you. “It seems like they need you, and I’ll be at table 7 - whether you want to be a runaway bridesmaid and need to hold someone's hand or if you need some calming focal point who is always in your corner.”

You take a deep breath, and Namjoon squeezes your shoulders, pulling you into his chest for a hug that lasts a few seconds too long… just long enough for your heartbeat to slow and match his. “You got this,” he whispers against your neck before pulling away and gesturing behind you, giving you that calm, cool, and collected smile that always puts you at ease before each of you departs to your different tables.

Jaehyun, the best man, told you it was time for you to end the night as he guided you back to your seat besides Yeri. Standing right beside her, a joyous vision in off-white lace and flowers - you knew you could never bolt. A focal point might turn out to be a good hack.

“Alright, everyone. As your emcee, it's my pleasure to introduce the final portion this evening, brought to you by the beautiful maid of honor,” Jaehyun begins, handing you his microphone. 

The applause didn’t help. Neither did Yeri’s hopeful and grateful stare beside you.

But a face at table 7 was already starting to work its magic.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m Yeri’s maid of honor tonight, and well, every night, huh, Yeri? I guess you knew I was the woman for the job when we were in the sixth grade, and I waited on you hand and foot after feeling guilty for intentionally giving you chicken pox so we’d miss school together. I was your happy maid then…. Well, minus the honor.” You couldn’t tell if everyone in the room laughed as hard as Namjoon did, but you hoped that was the case - so you went on. As though you’d been detailing your entire history with Yeri to Namjoon only, for four whole minutes, playing off of his reactions alone. If they were anything to go off of, you were a hit.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is that Yeri is not just one of my best friends - she's family. And right now, I’m filled with so much… joy, peace, laughter, good food, too many drinks, but most of all… love.”

For the first time, Namjoon glances another way. A probably unintentional reminder that you’d gotten to the end of your speech and that the words were meant for the woman sitting beside you. “I love you, Yeri,” you say, turning to your friend only for her to jump on you with a hug the moment your eyes meet, muttering ineligible praises through her joyful tears until you finally pry her arms away.

Sneaking your way out of the main table as the party resumes with everyone out of their seats, you find your way to Table 7 in seconds. If anyone had tried to stop you on your way there, you hadn’t noticed.

“I knew you’d kill it,” Namjoon says, wrapping his arms around you the moment you get to him. His embrace was just as warm as it’d been earlier, but when he started to pull away, you got on your tiptoes to place a quick peck on his cheek. Squishy. 

“Thank you, Joon,” you whisper against him, unsure if he’d even hear it through all the noise - but you were sure the kiss said enough. 

He bends down to kiss your cheek in response, and, as though you’d been in an empty room, hear him whisper a soft promise just for you.

“Always... Always.” 

👾 seokjin 👾

It had to have been an hour since Jin had walked into the living room. 

He usually played in his game room, a soundproofed man-cave full of Nintendo figures and his multiple consoles, televisions, and PC setups (including your pink one that he built himself). But minutes after returning from a weird work schedule, he began to set up camp right in front of you.

“I just miss you when I game,” he’d said sweetly, kissing your forehead before booting up the console and plopping onto the couch, cross-legged beside you. It was too sweet to say no to, and the first few minutes took you back to the very beginning of your relationship. 

Just the first few minutes. 

The battle game got too intense too fast, and of course, so did Jin. His screams and cheers could be endearing.

But not when you had work to do.

And not when you could hear them through your noise-canceling headphones.

And especially not when they sounded like his moans half the time.

“YA! SHI - what the?!”

A hand tapping your arm jerks you from your position and your blank stare into your laptop screen and the half-written document before you. Jin crawled up to you on the couch, gently rubbing your shoulder and taking off your headphones for you. You hadn't even realized you'd been holding onto them tightly, trying to block out the noise as much as possible. “Honey, you’re breathing so heavily… you’re shaking, honey. You look… angry? Are you okay?”

His voice is just above a whisper. The television is now muted - merely displaying the words ‘Replay Level?’ In big, bold letters.

“Honey….”

You take a deep breath and finally muster up the courage to look at your fiancé. It’d be even harder to tell him the truth looking into his wide, concerned eyes, almost covered by his fluffy, unkempt hair…. but since you’d be spending the rest of your life with your true love…

“Seokjin…" you start, before taking in another deep breath. A tear almost escapes you as you go on, your voice shaky. "You know I like seeing you game - you can get really adorable sometimes, even when you’re angry and lose but…. I think I needed some quiet today - to get my work done. I just didn’t want to turn you away.”

A deep exhale escapes his lips, which he places at your temple. “My love… I'm so sorry." Another kiss. "Shit. I'm an asshole. I didn't even ask you. I’m glad you told me. I know you can get overstimulated like this sometimes and... I should’ve known. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, honey. And don't say all that stuff about yourself. I like it, just... not today?” you say, ruffling his unruly locks. “But, if I’m working…. Maybe just Animal Crossing? Any other slow game? Sidequests instead of the actual storyline?”

“Of course,” he smiles, kissing you on your forehead. “And for the record, kick me out anytime, okay?”

“Okay,” you say before you pull him in for a kiss on your lips. “Now get out, honey.”

Jin can’t help but break into laughter at your command, sticking his arms up in resignation. “I’m lucky to get commanded so cutely,” he remarks as he saves and ends the game and moves to go to his game room, suddenly stopping at the doorway, to turn back to you, fiddling with his the strings on his hoodie. “Hey…. If it won't be too much then tonight, well, any time really it doesn't have to be today, but.... Maybe you can continue to command me around in the bedroom too… cutely or not-so-cutely…. Maybe I can too….”

“Get OUT, Kim Seokjin,” you say, barely holding back your chuckle. “Let me work. You’ll make me fantasize.”

“No need to fantasize, honey. It’s reality. Or it will be, if you want it to be. Let me know,” he winks, stepping into his cave. 

It was hard to stay focused after that, but back in your silence, you had a productive hour or two before finally resigning to your basic human instincts and whipping open the door to Jin's game room. You were ready to do something somebody other than work today.

🎹 yoongi 🎹

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. For the slightest moment, you believed in the possibility of random alternate universes briefly colliding with your existing one to produce a random, freak occurrence, as the conspiracy theorists say.

Because for the first time, your boyfriend had asked you for advice on his music. 

A demo. 

You’d listen to Yoongi’s demo. And give advice.

Sure, you’d heard some variations and almost-demos in the past, you had to have, considering you were in a serious relationship with the man. You’d catch him humming a melody and some lyrics that suddenly came to him, anywhere and everywhere, and he’d always try to figure out where it led on his own. He’d scurry to the studio or, as he did on your trips, whip out his phone or whatever gadget he had on him to quickly remember it - but that was the extent of it, your exposure to his behind-the-scenes music-making process. It was the way he worked his genius, so you never complained.

But now you were sitting in his studio with him, rather than popping in for a quick visit, and you couldn’t help but take in his space as he searched through his computers and softwares. The name of his studio - GENIUS LAB - in the form of turned-off neon light hung on the wall behind him, with some cat plushies adorning the couch below it. Endearing, as he’d always been - his sheer confidence came through when selecting a name for his studio because he was, well, a genius, and the adorableness surrounding it (Yoongi included) only added to that. The other wall was decorated in memorabilia related to his career, the members, his solo tour, and basketball, as expected, along with a shelf of many different types of alcohol, the faint smell of which definitely remained in the air, even through the orange blossom fragrance of his desk-side diffuser. In front of both of you and Yoongi were about a hundred different types of computers, gadgets, machines, and physical instruments all within reach. Besides the ones you recognized - the guitars, keyboards, and others - you couldn’t make sense of anything you were looking at.

“Ah, here it is,” he murmured. “Thanks, by the way.”

“I should be thanking you for letting me get a peak at all this. It’s the first time you asked me for advice, and you know I’m not musically inclined, so… I’m also a bit confused, Yoongi.”

“That’s why I wanted to ask you. I listened to this so many times that I can’t really make sense of it anymore. I showed it to the team, and they think it’s good, but I can’t help but feel that it’s…. wrong. Something’s missing. So I need someone who doesn’t know the technicalities of music as well as we do. I don’t want someone detailing all the tiny little note changes like they do - it only confused me more and now I don't even know how to release it. Plus, you know, you’re the love of my life and all that, so you're my go-to. Okay, here it is.”

Yoongi doesn’t give you a chance to respond and tell him that you love anything and everything he does, not just because he was your true love as well, but because you both know he knows it already.

The tune plays, echoing through his studio and it sounded great. Something right between the familiar work he’d done under his Agust D persona but verging on the work he’d done as a part of BTS - it was new, true to himself, and overall, very good. But you understood where Yoongi was coming from. Agust D and BTS were distinctly different… at times.

As the song faded out, you and Yoongi looked at each other for the first time in five minutes. 

“Well?” he murmured. “And I do want the truth, darling. Even if you think it’s shit - that’ll help me.”

Taking a deep breath, you try to find a way to put your thoughts into words. Yoongi knew Agust D and BTS were different - that wasn’t the advice he was looking for. “It is very good, Yoongi darling. Amazing, even.”

“Please tell me there’s a ‘but’ or a ‘however’ in your next sentence,” he winces, unfazed by your brief compliment.

“Don’t want to use those words, but I’ll say this: did you think about trying it out but….softer?”

“Softer?”

“Yeah….” It was the one comment that came to mind. Softening the song, in any way, would definitely help him figure out where the song would go - to SUGA or to Agust D. “Softer…. Like…. People Pt 2? And…. Never Mind? I think something like that could work. I can’t really explain it further because - you know I don’t know music - but…. soft vibes, maybe? Is that bad advice?”

“No, no - first of all, there’s no such thing as bad advice from you - but wait…. softer….” Your boyfriend stares into an abyss, and you can practically see the cogs in his brain working to figure out how to incorporate your advice. “That could work. Holy shit, hold on.” 

Yoongi quickly turns to his screen, playing the backing track on its own before messing around with many different audio files. It was like seeing a kid playing around in a ball pit. He zoomed across his desk, pulling out different instruments, frantically going on YouTube to pull up inspiration, adjusting metrics you’d never make sense of, all while whispering to himself gentle praises and curses. “Yes, Yoongi - this is the file you’re looking for. No, you stupid - no, this isn’t going to work. Let me try that other file.” In all your time together, it was the first time you’d seen Yoongi this way, and it was adorable.

Until he started playing a number of audio files and instruments all at once. 

Piano keys, a number of wooden instruments from a box unearthed from beneath his desk, and the strumming of a guitar, layered on top of the backing track, with Yoongi’s vocals and lyrics and the differing smells still in the air with his body spray added to it now that he was whizzing around his desk… It. was overwhelming. In that brief moment, you completely understood why music never was and never would be your ‘thing,' thankful your job allowed you to work in silence.  

“Yoongi!” you say loudly, with your boyfriend jumping and nearly falling back onto the couch behind him when you shake his shoulder. As you suspected, he forgot you were even there.

“Yoongi, this is too much for me,” you say, covering your ears. He was making the song softer, but it still flooded your senses. He quickly muted everything that was playing, allowing you to continue. “Was my advice okay? No offense, but…. Can I leave? I can’t think anymore. I can’t take any of it in... Should I call someone? One of your producers?”

“Shit, sorry. Sorry, I didn’t realize,” he says, rubbing his eyes before placing his hand on your shoulder. “It was amazing advice, my darling. Just the suggestion I needed - I got lost trying to follow the path, and I just kept going on a roll. Of course, you can leave. Actually, please leave - I think I need to be alone for the rest of this.”

That was the Yoongi you knew. Smiling as he kicked you out so he could work.

“Of course. Sure you don’t need anyone or anything?”

“I have everything I need. Actually, if you have his number or his fiance’s number - can you tell either of them I’d love to see Jin-hyung here in like four hours if he can make it? I think I need his vocals. I never did a song with just him before, and…. this… this one could work.” He stares at the screen, resisting the urge to play around with more switches and buttons.

“Jin, huh? Wow, I guess my advice really did help. Sure, Yoongi,” you say, moving towards the door. 

“Darling?”

“Hmm?” you say, turning around at your boyfriend’s call.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Work. Have fun. I’ll see you later.”

☀️hoseok☀️

“We need tangerines, too, Hoseok-ah!“ you cheer in the empty aisle, reaching for a bag of fresh tangerines, the supermarket’s too-florescent lighting perfectly pointing out which ones seemed most fresh.

“Good thinking, baby,” he says, taking the bag and placing it in the cart, “Yoongi has been coming around more often these days. This is perfect. Let’s look at what else we have to get.”

Grocery shopping with Hoseok wasn’t just a regular, everyday activity - you made a day out of it, going to the largest mart with the widest variety of items imaginable so you’d be well-stocked for a month or maybe even two. Hoseok was always a joy to shop with, and it was that extraordinary joy in the mundane that made you sure you'd spend the rest of your life with him. He insisted on making every trip with you despite his busy schedule - he was adorably specific about his routines and preferences, and today was another extraordinarily ordinary day in your schedule: a day at the mart during (what should be) its quietest day of the week.

But sometime after your start at the fruit aisle, the mart got busier than you’d ever seen it, with people weaving in and out of the aisles surrounding you. Looking at your grocery list, you thanked the heavens that it didn’t seem like you had that much left to do.

Even so, the hoards of people only made it harder to navigate the store and soon you had had enough. You could hear the screeching noise of every cart that whizzed past, you could swear the supermarket had been hosting a secret “bring your crying baby” convention every other aisle, and the bulbs shone hotter than the summer sun outdoors - unfixable even by the cool air in the ice cream aisle.

Your boyfriend had been picking out a tub, a new flavor of the month as per your tradition, with two different types in each hand…. suddenly turning to four…. And two Hoseoks standing before you.

“Hoseokie, I feel,” you sigh, holding your forehead, letting go of the cart’s handle to grab onto the hard plastic border containing the endless tubs of ice creams. 

“Wha- Are you okay?” he panics, but doesn’t await an answer, dropping the tubs in his hands, which he places on your shoulders. Seeing you panic, he takes your hand in his and rushes you out of the vast mart until you’re both safe in his car. 

“Breathe. Breathe. Are you okay, baby?” he says, outstretching his hand in the space between you. It’s only then, when your breathing starts to return to normal that you realize that, in the rush, you’d both gotten into the backseat. 

“I’m okay, Hoseok. It was…. too much all at once. It got too busy too fast.” 

“I know, baby. It’s weird isn’t it? We always go during the quiet hours. Guess today was just a freakishly busy day… Are you okay?” He smiles when you answer with a nod and a hold of his hand, while he brings his other one to sandwich yours. 

“Stay here, baby. I’ll go back in and fetch everything. I’ll be out in 10 minutes, hopefully. I'll get you a cold bottle of water. Need me to get anything else? A heat pack? An ice pack? Will that help?”

“Just the water and an energy drink, maybe?” 

“You got it,” he nods with a smile. “I’ll be back, okay?” Hoseok places a soft kiss on your cheeks before getting out of the car and dashing to the market. 

Three minutes later, your meditation guide gets interrupted by a text.

[from: hoseokie] paying now. got superhuman speed and got everything already. got you 7 bottles of water and 7 energy drinks, all in your favorite flavor, a heat and cold pack just in case AND your favorite chocolate bar. i’ll be there asap xoxoxo :) love you

[torihakaraublog]

Obey Me Nightbringer "Exciting Inn-cidents!" Pop Quiz

!WARNING SPOILERS FOR EVENT!

My opinion on the event!

The event started off pretty decent, everyone being assigned roles by Barbatos personally. It showed how much trust he has in everyone! And honestly I didn't need this event to be super exciting after the big Christmas one. So going around to the diffrent sections helping where needed was nice.

Things got kinda weird here... it kinda felt like they were saying it's a bad thing to be a Otaku and as one myself...not a fan. Also it puts Levi down as we are saying his personality is 'bad'. Same with constantly having to tell Solomon not to cook (at least Raphael is supportive!).

I know Diavolo booked the whole place, but it would have been a better story line if Dia accidentally booked some rooms at the same time as a convention group and we as the staff had to rely on Levi to teach us how to best serve customers.

This was nice :3

This was also cute! A lil lap cuddle :3

Flash backs to my cashier days...

Yes Raphael be a supportive friend!

I LOVE fireworks! Idk for some reason if I'm expecting them they lull be into a state of calm instead of giving me sensory overload. Happy they were in both timeliness so we could watch them alone with Satan, but also watch whole group.

Final thought... where was Diavolo this whole time?! He's not the kind of guy to not even check in on us personally even once!!

[dragongirlcloaca]

Part 3! I'm exhausted and haven't proofread this at all, so please let me know if there are parts that feel awkward/could be improved! I put a little more story into this one, but don't worry, there's still plenty of the kinky part too.

[Maid stuff, chastity/denial, sensory overload]

I show up at Violet’s place much earlier today, at her request, and she’s still dressed in her pyjamas and housecoat when she opens the door for me.

“The kettle just boiled,” Violet says, stifling a yawn as she leads me to the kitchen. “Tea?”

I nod, and she pours out a second cup. Soon, there are pancakes browning on the stove, and we chat as Violet cooks breakfast. After we work our way through a stack of sticky, syrupy pancakes, the topic turns to Violet’s idea of fun for the day.

“So, Bunny,” she says, setting my collar on the table along with a small box and a pile of clothes. “Today will be nice and simple. Once you put on the collar, you’ll be my maid for the day. I have plenty of things that need cleaning, so you’ll be nice and occupied.”

She reaches over, clasping the collar around my neck.

“First things first, you’ll need your uniform. Strip please, bunny.”

I begin undressing, setting my top and bra on the table, before standing up to shimmy out of my pants and underwear, leaving me naked in front of Violet. She slides the pile of “clothes” over to me. The outfit is reminiscent of a maid dress, but with a cropped top, a very short skirt, and no underwear to be seen, naturally. I pull the skirt on, threading my tail through the hole, and it’s somehow even shorter than I thought, barely reaching down to my balls. The top is equally obscene, showing off a very generous amount of underboob.

Once I'm dressed, Violet opens the box on the table, revealing a chastity cage.

“I can’t have you getting distracted while working, can I? Lift up your skirt for me, bunny.”

I pull it up, exposing my sheath, and she slips the chastity cage over it, locking it firmly.

“Very professional-looking,” Violet says with a smile on her snout. “Why don’t you tidy up from breakfast?”

I gather the dishes from the table, and load them into the dishwasher. Each time I bend over, I can feel Violet’s gaze on me, the skirt hiding absolutely nothing. Eventually, she heads to her room, leaving me to wash up. She’s dressed when she gets back, and after I finish with the dishes she equips me with a duster and furniture polish and directs me to the living room. I start dusting her bookshelves, and when she passes me to leave, she slides a hand under my skirt, feeling my ass, before leaving me to clean. This sends a rush of blood to my poor caged sheath, which I try to ignore, but I can slowly feel arousal creeping to my crotch. She gropes me again when she comes back several minutes later, this time feeling all the way up to the base of my tail, making my knees shake.

Violet sits down on the couch to read a book, but no doubt getting more entertainment from watching me as I work, constantly bending down and unavoidably showing off my whole ass. After another few minutes, she sets her novel down on the coffee table.

“Come over here and kneel in front of me, bunny,” She says with a lavish smile. I obey, and Violet spreads her legs. She isn’t wearing anything under her skirt, and her cock is already poking out from her sheath, precum beading at the tip. She nudges the back of my head, and I reach for her dick, but she pushes my snout down.

“Silly bunny,” she chides playfully, instead guiding my mouth to her ass. I start licking her hole, teasing at the tight ring of muscle. She pulls on my hair, thighs tightening around my head as I slowly worm my tongue inside her, lavishing in her musk. I lose track of time as I continue to sloppily eat her out, her only feedback being gripping my head tighter. Eventually, I can tell she’s getting close, and she pulls my head back, her thighs shaking. She begins stroking her cock, aiming it at my face, and with a stifled cry she cums all over my face, her seed mixing with the saliva coating my snout.

“Why don't you clean yourself up now, bunny?” Violet orders, panting slightly.

Trying to ignore the growing pressure of the chastity cage, I lick my paws and begin to wipe the cum off of my face as best as I can, while Violet licks her fingers. After I finish cleaning my face, she gestures to her dick, dripping with cum, and I lick it clean, swallowing her cum. Once I’m done, she pulls her skirt back down and straightens it out.

“Good bunny,” Violet praises. “Why don’t you start cleaning the baseboards now?”

She brings me a rag and a bucket of soapy water, and I get back down on my knees to start scrubbing the baseboards. I’m a needy mess by now, and my compromising position and Violet’s lustful gaze certainly aren’t helping. My dick is throbbing, but there’s nothing I can do but stare at it as I scrub, occasionally whimpering as I leak precum onto the floor and have to clean it up. Every time Violet nears me now, I arch my back pitifully, desperate for her to touch me.

I’m still caught off guard when she finally does, sticking a lubed finger into me. I freeze, a moan involuntarily escaping my snout as she adds a second. She soon stops, leaving me dazed and confused, but then she pushes my upper body down to the floor, and I feel her rest her dick on my ass. She thrusts into me suddenly, making my mind go blank. I’m left mewling on the floor as Violet fucks me with wild abandon, pounding my ass mercilessly. The sensation is unbelievable and I can hardly think straight, and I barely even notice when she cums in me. She finally unlocks the cage around my sheath, but she doesn’t even have to touch it before my hips buck and I cum squirting onto the floor.

I slump down onto my side, exhausted. I think Violet says something to me, but she sounds distant, her voice muddled. She soon sits down on the floor next to me, looking concerned.

“You okay, Bunny?” She asks, gently running her fingers through the fur on my arm.

I nod.

“Was that too much for you?

I shake my head.

“Just tired? Overwhelmed?”

I nod.

“Here, let’s get you settled on the couch,” Violet says, sliding her arms underneath me, and when I don’t object, she lifts me up and carries me over to the couch, setting me down gently.

“Do you want these off?” She asks, pointing to the maid uniform. I nod, and she takes it off, along with the collar, before leaving and heading to the bathroom. She returns shortly with a wet cloth, and gently cleans the cum out of my fur, draping a blanket over me when she’s done.

“Feel free to rest as long as you need to, Bunny,” Violet says tenderly, looking down at me. “This is about you too, remember. I always want you to feel comfortable here, darling.”

With that, she leaves me to rest, and I fall asleep shortly.

When I wake up, Violet is reading on the couch again. She notices me stirring, and goes to put on the kettle, leaving me to finish waking up. I sit up on the couch, draping the blanket around my shoulders. Violet returns soon with another cup of tea for me, and settles in next to me on the couch.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good,” I answer, blowing on the tea to cool it down. The hot, aromatic steam drifting up from the cup smells invigorating, and I can’t wait to start drinking it.

“Did...I do something wrong? Violet asks, faltering slightly. She fidgets with the hem of her dress nervously.

“No, of course not Violet,” I reply, scooting closer to her.

“Are you sure?”

“Positively certain.”

Violet relaxes a little.

“I’m so sorry Bunny, I just thought I had hurt you or gone too hard on you, or hadn’t stopped to check in on you, or—“

“Shhh,” I soothe her. “It’s all good now, I just got overwhelmed, it’s not your fault and I’m not hurt.” I set down my tea, and lie down, laying my head in her lap and staring up at her dark, shining eyes. We stay like this for a few minutes in silence, Violet absentmindedly stroking my fur, until she finally speaks up.

“Are you...okay with getting overwhelmed from sex?”

I think about it for a minute, my breathing falling into the same rhythm as her slow, gentle strokes.

“...Yes,” I answer. “Usually when I get overwhelmed from stuff, it’s because I’m in public and stressed from interacting with a lot of people, or there are a lot of loud and unpredictable noises. It’s awful in those situations because I usually can’t just...get out of them easily, and it keeps getting worse until I do. But here, in private, with you, it doesn’t feel like a bad thing at all. It’s more similar to...” I struggle to think of an apt metaphor. “It’s as if you put a blanket over my head. My perception of stuff is a bit scrambled, but in a way it puts me in a sort of really...focused? Mindset. Usually when I’m really overwhelmed I’m panicking and entirely focused on trying to get out of the situation, but with you I just feel...really safe and loved, and I can really dig deep into the amazing sensations you put into my body, if that makes any sense. Sorry, I’m probably rambling now—“

“All good,” says Violet. “I think I understand what you mean, and you don’t know just how happy it makes me that I can make you feel safe and loved, Bunny.”

I smile at her, staring into her eyes. Violet suddenly leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth, letting her tongue brush against mine, our snouts locked together passionately. When we come up for air, she has a wide smile plastered across her face.

“I love you, Bunny”

[ikemen-trifecta]

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A Date With Death Making Grim Blush (Pride 2024) Grim x Sunshine - 🌻rientations

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Jujutsu Kaisen Gojo x Anxious Reader - Ordering Food Gojo x Reader - Assisting You With Sensory Overload [request] Gojo x Reader - Sunflowers in Your Eyes

Obey Me! Asmodeus x MC Headcanons Lucifer x MC Headcanons Lucifer x MC/Reader - Apple of My Eye Lucifer x MC/Reader - Apple of My Eye {Part 2} Asmodeus x Aromantic Reader Coming Out as Asexual to the Demon Brothers [request] Beelzebub x Depressed Reader MC Coming Out as Genderqueer [request] Demon Brothers x MC - Kissing Scenarios Demon Brothers as Streamers Lucifer x MC - Seven Minutes in Heaven Mammon x Selectively Mute Reader Mammon x Selectively Mute Reader {Part 2} Mammon x Selectively Mute Reader {Part 3} Mammon x Selectively Mute Reader {Part 4} Mammon x Selectively Mute Reader {Part 5}

[jollyinha]

OBEY ME NIGHTBRINGER ANALYSIS (because ooooh boy do I have thoughts on it)

QUICK DISCLAIMERS:

1 - To everyone that's upset for spending money and time on the og Obey Me only for it to be abandoned, you're 100% valid and on the right to complain, and I totally support y'all that have decided to not play the game anymore because of it. While I do have some problems with how the fandom dealt with this whole ordeal, I have absolutely no complaints about anyone who's sad over that.

2 - Yes, Nightbringer's marketing was confusing at best and intentionally misleading at worst. This analysis and my overall opinion on the game are not meant to overlook Solmare's terrible decisions on this part. And, just like the case above, y'all who are upset about that are completely in the right.

3 - Since I'm analyzing the game itself, I'll not be talking any further about either of the topics mentioned above.

4 - Lastly, this is all MY OPINION. I'm not stating that anything I'm saying is a fact. I'm saying things as I see them, and you're totally free to disagree. And it's kind of sad that I have to state this, but oh well, this is the internet

With that being said, let's get on it, shall we?

1 - Dance Battles VS Ruri Tunes

Listen. I feel everyone who's struggling with Ruri Tunes. I'm also kind of shit at rhythm games. It's hard to adapt to, and it's just too much to deal with. Sometimes it's sensory overload incarnate.

BUT OH MY GOD, OBEY ME IS SO MUCH MORE PLAYABLE WITHOUT THOSE BORING ASS DANCE BATTLES! (to me)

I've just said this in a post I just made, but to quote myself: When I fail at a Ruri Tunes level, I feel like trying again and get a better result. When I failed at a Dance Battle level, I wanted to close the game and give up.

Ruri Tunes is hard at times, yes. But it challenges you at some level (without being absolutely impossible). It isn't just a matter of cards, it also requires some level of skill. It's an actual mini game. It's something. Dance Battles are nothing. You basically watch the characters move on the screen most of the time. Collecting hearts and touching on the characters on the right time isn't fun in the slightest. There's no challenge, no skill required and no satisfaction in finishing a level. It just feels dull and lifeless to me.

Like I said above, Ruri Tunes feels like an actual mini game. It feels like an extra way to have fun within the game instead of something that had no thought put on it and it's just there to justify the game having gacha.

To quote myself again, I hate the Dance Battles to a degree that Nightbringer NOT having them automatically makes it a better game than its predecessor in my eyes. Ruri Tunes is a game changer to me, and it motives me to play Obey Me SO MUCH MORE. So that's a positive point to the bringer of the night.

(This is a good time as any to remind you that this is just my opinion, don't hate on me for that pls)

(Also, in case you don't know that already, you can dim the levels' background in the game's options so it's less overwhelming)

2 - The Lore (this obviously has spoilers)

Nightbringer has more lore and character depth in 10 lessons than the og Obey Me had in 80 lessons. There, I said it.

Just to list a few:

- Mammon having serious moments and advancing the plot without being the butt of every joke.

- Asmo having actual feelings about what's going on instead of being a narcissist and nothing else.

- Satan feeling out of place among his brothers, being confused about the circumstances of his birth and developing his own personhood (his scenes with the cat in Lesson 10 actually made me tear up).

- Lucifer wondering if rebelling against their Father was the right choice and feeling guilty about his brothers following him (even though they did it because they love him).

- Lucifer PRAISING HIS BROTHERS and APOLOGIZING TO THEM. BRUH.

- Beel's uncontrollable hunger actually being taken seriously.

- Cerberus and Henry 1.0 origin stories.

- Diavolo finally making a responsible choice as the future king of Devildom (I was NOT expecting him to ask MC to leave once he found out they are a human), and the weight that lays on his shoulders is properly told and explained.

- Simeon having regrets about not being able to properly talk to Lucifer right before the Celestial War happened.

- ANGEL RACISM. It's such an obvious plot point, but I wasn't expecting them to talk about it at all. But they did.

- FREAKING ADAM. THAT'S ALREADY A SHOCK AS IT IS.

- MC. Just MC in general.

- The brothers' awakening their demonic powers.

And there's more than that, and all of it happened in the very first 10 lessons. There's less filler and pointless scenes clogging up the story, and they've focused in many different characters instead of a select few. Sure, there are still many lessons and events ahead of us, but in my opinion, the story is off to a great start. It's better than I expected, in all honesty.

3 - 3D Characters (And The Features That Involve Them)

There's no denying it, the 3D models look like ABSOLUTE TRASH. I've seen MMD models looking less crusty than that, for fuck's sake. Not to mention that they're not made for weaker phones for sure.

Ok, they're fugly. But are they put to good use, at least?

... No, not really. 💀

I have pretty much the same opinion about Fab Snap and WW: They're cute and laggy, but they feel very pointless and, in my opinion, it was a waste of time and resources on Solmare's part. WW was good idea on paper, but all the interactions with the characters there are mundane and/or random, and Fab Snap is just shallow fanservice. If I wanted either/both of those things, I would just watch the anime. At least it's better executed.

The only feature featuring (lol) the 3D models that I actually enjoyed are the video calls, but as of now, I've just seen the introductory one and none else. So I don't have much to say about these.

So, yeah, if you want some character tidbits and cute interactions with the characters, just go to Devilgram. It's a better use of your time.

4 - The Layout & The Songs

Ok, so, about the game's layout, I'm conflicted.

On one hand, it looks cleaner, feels more optimized and it's very stylish.

On the other hand, conceptually, the futuristic vibes doesn't make any sense in the slightest (WHY IS NIGHTMARE'S OUIJA BOARD DIGITAL? IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE) . It's a bit generic and less charming than the original layout. Also, I don't really like the title screen. It feels... Tight? Idk how to describe it.

I guess I would say I have no strong feelings in one way or another about it. It's fine.

About the background music: While I don't dislike the new ones, they do feel way more generic and bland. Think about og Obey Me's background music. Nightmare's theme, the winning theme's, the lessons' theme... They all have that demonic charm we know and love, and I really miss that vibe. Except for the opening screen theme, I won't miss that one blaring in my ears.

But let's talk about what's important: THE SONGS' REMIXES! I'll make a quick rundown of them just for the lols:

- Arcadia, Are You Ready and No. 1 FREAKING SLAP! The remixes these catchy songs sound even catchier. Dare I say, No. 1 actually sounds better in the remix, and the original version is already excellent!

- I don't like what they did to My Chance, Passion and Choose Me, sorry. They're all meh to me.

- Read My Heart and Crazy About You sound pretty different from their original versions, but still manage to sound good!

- Meanwhile, Our Destiny sounds pretty different from its original version, but I don't like the way they changed it.

- Pomade, Question Love, Telepathy and Dreamscape are all very solid! I like them.

- I don't like My Wish and Hungry Six Pack in their original versions, and the remixes didn't do any big favors. The latter sounds slightly better than the original, but that doesn't mean much.

- I love Sinful Indulgence like any sensible human being, BUT WHERE IS IT'S MY PARTY? WHERE IS CELESTIAL RAY? WHERE IS DEMON'S WAY? I NEED THEM, SOLMARE!

5 - Akuzon

This is my last point in the analysis, so I'll just make a list like in the lore category:

- I hate that you can't buy Vouchers with Demon Points anymore so, so much.

- I like that Demon Points are easier to get. Only because YOU CAN'T BUY DAMN VOUCHERS WITH DPs ANYMORE, but oh well.

- I actually like the Joker cards. They're a cool idea.

- The "more item drops" and "more grimm gained" items are a GOD SEND and I'll be forever grateful to whoever created that.

- This is a bit off-topic, but why would I want to buy the brothers' regular clothes if they are in their much cooler demon forms all the time?

- I hated Raven in the og OM. I still hate Raven in Nightbringer. This hasn't changed at all.

- Karma is an useless addition to an useless feature. Pretty fitting.

- I'm still not buying Surprise Guest items because the intimacy meter is still a bit pointless, it seems.

6 - TL;DR

Nightbringer has its ups and downs, but, in my opinion, in the big scheme of things, it's a better game than its predecessor. Not by a landslide, but it's an improvement. If it justifies its existence being separated from the og Obey Me, it's in the eye of the beholder.

But in the end, it's just a game, and what matters the most is that if you're having fun with it or not. And I know I am!

I'm gonna close this review here bc it's 2AM and I'm getting sleepy and thus losing the ability of forming coherent thoughts. If there's anyone reading it this far, thank you for reading my late night rambles I guess lol

[musicalsiphonophore]

30 Days of Autism Acceptance

April 22: If you can speak (the ability to use spontaneous speech (mouth words) to communicate in at least two-word sentences), do you experience speech loss/verbal shutdowns, etc.? Meaning that you normally can speak, but sometimes you suddenly can't anymore. Semiverbal/semispeaking people and unreliably speaking people (apraxia), you count as "speaking" if you can use spontaneous(!) speech most of the time.

Yes, this does happen, but not often. It's never lasted longer than an hour or so and is typically due to sensory overload. I lose expression and then I lose speech itself. Then I regain speech but not expression for a while. During these times I can still think of sentences but my mouth doesn't obey me when I try to say them. During a meltdown I have no verbal thought and no speech.

Conversely, when I'm very tired, I struggle to make thoughts become words, but I don't have any trouble with the speech itself.

[ladysyrinx]

Levi's Rescue

MC doesn't get enough sleep and has an episode of extreme sensory overload during a student council meeting. Levi is there to help.

Part of my Under the Surface collection of one-shots featuring a mentally ill/struggling MC getting help and support from various OM characters.

I had not gotten enough sleep last night, and it was starting to wear on me. I wanted nothing more than to go home and take a nap, but there was a student council meeting after school and I’d been asked to attend.

I rubbed at my face, the sounds of the hallway beginning to wear on me. All the conversations. The many hallways going many directions with even more people coming and going and talking. The overly bright fluorescent lighting. I found a quiet hallway and took a minute or two to breathe. When the noise in my head and around me were less intense, I continued toward the student council chamber.

I was the last to arrive, getting a slightly reproving look from Lucifer, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he could see how tired I was. I slumped into a chair at the end of the table, beside Levi, despite protests from the other brothers. I just wanted out of the limelight for two minutes. Was that too much to ask?

The meeting began, Diavolo presenting an idea that he wanted to implement to improve the demon students’ understanding of human culture. I tried to follow along, and was mostly successful, the room being fairly quiet despite its echoey nature.

“MC, what do you think of the idea?” Diavolo asked.

I blinked, looking at him. It had been all I could do to focus on his words, and now he wanted my opinion? My brain kicked into a furious overdrive, trying to come up with something through the noise of not-fully-formed thoughts. “Um, I’m, I-,” I shook my head, trying to focus my brain. “Maybe we could introduce some, um, it’s, um, the word…” I drifted off, trying to sort through the noisy static in my brain for the word I wanted. “Internet, phones, on the phones…” I muttered to myself. I felt everyone’s eyes boring into me and my cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “S-social media! That’s it! Sssocial med-dia trends. We could maybe use those to introduce demons to some human culture?” I was confused and frustrated by the stuttering. I didn’t usually stutter. But my brain just didn’t seem to be communicating with my tongue quite right.

“Ooo, I like that!” Asmo said brightly, and I was relieved that the attention was back off of me.

Asmo’s comment was the crack that broke the dam on the chaotic brothers. They all started talking at once, one over another, throwing in idea after idea, a cacophony echoing through the stone chamber like a thunderstorm.

My heartbeat sped up as the words all merged into one overwhelming, multifaceted sound monster. I tried to follow threads but it was like trying to pick the gluten flavor out of a cake–completely impossible. My head started to pound, a migraine popping in to join the fun out of practically nowhere.

Ugh, how was there so much sound? How could they be so noisy? I wanted to scream at them to shut the heck up because dang it how can so few demons make so much racket but some dim reminder of social etiquette somehow remained afloat in the tide of my mind and I managed to stop myself.

But the pain and noise remained and I felt my chest tighten, my throat close slightly with anxiety. Too much. Too much was happening. Too many voices, too many sounds, too loud, drilling into my head, no, into my skull, no, into the deepest crevices of my very brain. The room spun slightly and I swayed, bringing my hands to my ears because dang it I just needed everything to quiet, or stop, or at least slow down, or just to go away…Or I needed to go away…escape…

I felt a timid hand on my arm and my eyes snapped up to see Levi looking at me worriedly. He glanced away somewhere, and I saw his lips moving but I couldn’t make out his words. I tried to follow who he was talking to but the room was spinning a bit still and I just couldn’t tell.

Levi firmly gripped my arm and urged me to my feet. I stood up a little drunkenly and I felt his hands dance nervously over my arm before he seemed to settle on taking my arm in his. I leaned on him, holding onto him like he was a liferaft in the midst of class VI rapids.

Then we were out in the hallway, the door closing with what seemed like the noise level of a cracking whip behind us, but it cut the sound way down and I thought I might be able to breathe again. Levi led me farther down the hallway until the only noises were the slight draft from the heaters and a gentle breeze rustling some leaves outside the window.

I all but collapsed against the cool, rough stone wall in relief. I placed my hands on the cold tile, using the sensation to steady myself. It took me a bit before I realized Levi had taken a seat beside me, also leaning against the wall. He reached out to me and then pulled back again before a look of determination crossed his face and he reached out again, gently rubbing a hand up and down my back. The gesture was soothing and felt nice. I took deep, steadying breaths as the last of the overwhelming feelings faded, my brain slowing to the rhythm of my inhales and exhales, to the stretch and release of my lungs and the steady movement of my diaphragm.

Tired, I made the impulse decision to slump over onto Levi’s shoulder. It felt nice, if a smidge boney. But his sweatshirt was comfy and mitigated the poke of his shoulder a bit. I sighed, letting out the last of my distress in one large exhale. Levi squirmed, making nervous noises. I pretty much just ignored it since he usually got nervous when I touched him. But he didn’t seem to mind, or he’d have pushed me away.

And, to be honest, I was way too relieved and exhausted to care all that much what Levi might think of me.

Levi settled down a bit and we sat there in silence for a few minutes.

“Are you feeling better?” Levi asked, snapping me back from a half-doze.

“Mmmhhhmmm,” I said in a long, lazy hum.

There was a pause for a few moments. “I’m glad,” he said finally. “That’s why I hate normies and student council meetings. They’re so noisy and over-the-top. Ugh.”

I chuckled softly, too tired to laugh outright. Levi squirmed again. “Are you okay? Uncomfortable?” I asked.

“I, um, yes, I just, could I maybe, put my arm around you? I doubt my shoulder’s very, um, comfortable, I mean, I’m just an otaku, it’s not like I have any impressive muscles or anything…” Levi rambled, squirming again.

I hummed slightly. “Having your arm around me sounds really nice,” I said.

“You don’t have to exaggerate, I know it can’t be that great, it’s just me, after all…” Levi’s sentence drifted off.

“No, it does sound nice, I mean it. I’m really grateful you helped me get out of there, it was really overwhelming.”

Levi shifted and I felt his arm go around me. It was nice and warm and comforting, and I leaned even farther into him, enjoying his soothing warmth.

“You know, if you’re feeling overwhelmed, you can always step out. Even Lucifer understands leaving for a minute if you’re feeling unwell,” Levi said, his hand rubbing gently up and down my arm.

“Lucifer? Isn’t he all about duty above everything else all the time?” I asked, eyebrows scrunching.

“Only for himself. For others, he wants them to be taken care of as well. He even gave the go ahead before I took you out of the student council chamber.”

I felt myself stiffen in surprise. “Really? Lucifer?”

Levi hummed an affirmative. “He doesn’t want you overdoing it any more than the rest of us do. Do you know how much we worry about you pushing yourself too far and getting sick or hurt or something? Humans are so much more fragile than demons, and none of us knows what we’d do without you. I mean, you’re my Henry! I can’t go back to only having a goldfish Henry. I, um, *cough* I need my true friend too.” He squeezed my shoulder gently.

I felt flustered at his words, not sure what to say. “I, um, thank you. That’s really nice. I, um, I’m sorry for making you all worry.”

“Well, then, stop acting like a stupid normie and take better care of yourself! You don’t need to socialize or stick around just because it’s what normies would do.”

I felt a smile twitch onto my lips. “Right. Because normie expectations are the worst.”

“Exactly!” Levi exclaimed.

I chuckled lightly, burrowing into him a bit more. “Thank you, Levi. I really appreciate you.”

“M-me?” Levi exclaimed, surprised. “I’m just–”

“The person who realized I needed to get out of there and helped me,” I cut him off before he could degrade himself again. “I really appreciate it. I guess you’re my Henry, too.”

I could practically feel Levi’s blush and pleased smile, though my eyes were closed as I relaxed against his shoulder. A few minutes later I was sound asleep, leaving Levi acting as my pillow on the cold, hard floor.

Levi let me rest until the student council meeting was over, not moving an inch even when his rump started to go numb against the cold tile floor. After all, he had his true friend to take care of! He’d never let his Henry down.

~ End ~

You can read more mental health based comfort fics in the Under the Surface section of my Obey Me Fanfiction tab of my blog.

For funsies, here is a link to one of my other Under the Surface fics: RAD Panic

Was this a romantic fic? Was it not? Honestly, you decide. It can be read platonically or romantically. I'd say Levi has some romantic feelings, though. That isn't the reason he's helping MC, however. He cares about them both romantically and platonically.

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Those of you out there who are struggling, I hope you get the love and support you need. If you aren't, I hope this fic helps a little bit. I'd pat you on the shoulder and encourage you to take care of yourself if I was there! Since I can't be, consider this my way of showing support for you.

This fic was inspired by an ask in the comments on my Ao3 account. If you would like to request a specific fic for this series, feel free to do so in my ask box or as a comment<3 I won't guarantee I'll write a fic based on an ask or comment, but I will absolutely consider it. It mostly depends on whether my mental health will let me do the writing thing and if my brain will do the inspiration thing. Whether I'm up to the task or not, though, I love hearing from you and hearing ideas!

[lord-of-the-darkness]

Hey guys! I'm back with another autistic reader fic! I've open the gates now my brain won't stop giving me ideas, I hope you guys enjoy 💜💕

Tw: sensory overload

A Peaceful Night

The yelling downstairs gets louder as the brothers get more angry with one another. I cover my ears and look to see if my bluetooth headphones are fully charged. The headphones are almost charged. Grabbing my overnight bag I add some pj's, day clothes, toiletries, my blanket, and my chargers. I put on my oversized hoodie I bought a while ago and threw the bag over my shoulder. Putting on the headphones and connecting them to my D.D.D I play the song that's been on repeat for the past few days and walk out.

The music does help filter out the noise but it doesn't do much when I'm getting closer to where they are currently fighting. I sneak past them unnoticed and slip out into the cool night. Putting my hands in my pockets I walk past the gate and head towards the one place that would be perfect for some quiet time.

The walk to the Demon Lord's Castle is short, having already memorized the way. I took a shortcut Barbatos had shown me once to get there sooner. I speed up when I see the gateway entry. Slipping past the gate I look up the stairs and see Barbatos standing there.

Barbatos starts walking towards me when I pass the gate and gently holds my face with his hands, his eyes looking me over to make sure I was alright. Barbatos pulled away for a moment to send a message on his phone.

He sighed softly, he took my hand in his and led me to his room.

Barbatos must've known I'd be coming. His room has soft candles lit all around the room with his bed covered with pillows and soft blankets. The sweet smell in the room is coming from his table. He had made some of my favorite sweets with two empty mugs.

Barbatos left my side for a few seconds and came back with one of his shirts, handing it to me and taking my bag from me. I change into his shirt and a pair of shorts in the bathroom.

I walk back into his room and the mugs are gone along with barbatos. My bag was set on the floor by the end of his bed. I take my blanket out of my bag and wrap it around myself, settling on the bed and waiting for barbs to come back. I breathe in the scent of barbs and mine while turning on my D.D.D I see many group messages from the brothers apologizing for overstimulating me and Lucifer saying he'll walk me home tomorrow.

Barbatos returns in his demon form with the mugs filled with hot chocolate, he hands me one, setting his mug down on his bedside table, then climbs into bed with me. He sits behind me and gently pulls me to be flush against him, his tail wrapping protectively around my waist.

We spend the next few hours looking at random quiet things on my phone as we drink hot chocolate and eat sweet snacks. During that time we moved from sitting up to laying down under his covers. Not a word was spoken, but there was no need for them.

I took off my headphones before I fell asleep cuddled up to Barbatos, I feel him give a kiss to my forehead and whisper;

"Goodnight. Sleep well with sweet dreams, I'll be here when you wake."

[ssolessurvivor]

If there was a way to describe how Logan felt when Damien came in through the window carrying with him the cold air, he would shatter into a million pieces. The smirk leveled at him does things to him, heating up the lower stomach and causing him to suddenly be parched and speechless. Watching him undress seems to take far too long and yet too fast all at once, the blur of him intoxicating, crawling like that drawing out a trembling breath from his lungs. Logan meets Damien halfway, rising up to him just as their lips meet and...it is bliss. Heaven wrapped in cold, damp hair and hell with the feral heat Logan's body emits under the hands of his lover.

The sheet is ripped away, and Logan's body is covered by that of Damien. Goosebumps ripple along his skin but soon drift away from his own biological response. That kiss ends, though, and he finds himself whimpering quietly for more, so many more kisses to suffocate within, but he ultimately surrenders. Eyes close and his breathing goes slow, deep, one hand having lodged in that damp raven hair, the other moving down the other's chest and eventually along his side: he can feel beneath pads of his fingers the ridges and raised lines of some of the ink on him, such a beautiful canvas of a body that drives Logan mad.

Head tilts back into the pillows, exposing his neck for more of those little bites and licks. The sensory overload of this whole thing renders him hard, body arching into Damien for some sort of friction in this slow building torturous desire. Those moans embed themselves into the skin of his throat, his own little sighs and gentle whimpers dance alongside them to create a rather carnal soundtrack to the beginnings of their sins.

Everything pauses a moment in which Logan's mind tries to become unclouded by pure lust. His legs move automatically to give him room between them and he feels devoured by that gaze alone...what will it feel like once they have more of one another? The thought sends a blush to his cheeks and soon after, his chin is lifted, and he's unable to look away. The swell of arousal he feels all at once at those words, the possessiveness lights a fire within Logan to beg for more, to turn into a needy mess when Damien grasps his wrists, pulling them up to be graced by the witchcraft of his lips. "No one touches me but you." A breathy little thing, entirely inadequate for the blown pupils and racing of his heart. More movement causes him to pause, to better focus and soon obey entirely. Logan spares a single smirk at Damien's suggestion of his own willpower, but he will try. He grips his wrist in his free hand, the other fist able to clutch the pillow beneath his head if needed.

Mismatched eyes watch as the other takes a moment to seemingly decide where he wants to go next. His size is observed with a gentle lick of his lips, but he's distracted by those hands sliding along his chest only to find a tongue licking a stripe where a little dusting of hair is. A breath is taken in, watching the love bites placed, further how he ascends the lines of scars. That croon is met with a soft little chuckle. "And here I thought you'd rather eat me than call me pretty." He whispers, followed by a moan as his body arches his pelvis up, searching for friction. His fist clutches the pillow then for respite against the overwhelming arousal he's already feeling and it's barely begun, head lulling back again to expose more.

No time was wasted, whether or not the text was replied too Damien would be on the move. Having anticipated a good fuck, he's already showered. Damp dark strands no style, but simply pushed out of his face as he threw on random articles of clothing, it didn't matter and he wasn't there to impress.

As promised, the window begins to move as it's approached and pulled on. A gust of cool air from outside washes into the room while Damien's frame steps in. It takes mere seconds to spot a welcoming posture laying in bed, and a broad smirk lifting into view. "Gods yes.." The window is haphazardly pushed down but it doesn't close all the way, allowing the night air to continue to flow in the room.

He's not able to take eyes off his prize, clothes previously thrown on for the trek are taken right back off and left to the floor. Damien's own nude body littered with tattoos and a semi erection is only able to be perceived in stillness for a moment before throwing himself anxiously into the bed and crawling over. He greets with a hungry kiss, while shifting to pull the loose sheet out from the nude body that lay underneath. He wanted to see it all.

Cool hands press to a warm body to caress the man's shape firstly. Humming and growling under his breath just moments after the kiss broke, lips immediately traveling to the side of the face, pressing roughly and obsessively; all over, repeatedly. The way kisses littered their visage spoke to some kind of primal and messy need, something insatiable. Lips continued to travel down the throat, developing into a small nibble as the trailing stopped next to the jugular and became hickies.

Hands continue to caress and paw at his lover's frame, unable to rest anywhere for long as the mind wanted endlessly to devour in a different way. A tongue pressed into tender flesh while the mouth pulled on the skin, forcing blood to rise to the surface and into view. Hundreds of pink shades covered the skin, unable to settle in one location, much like his hands. Anxious to give physical affection so deeply, his quiet moans and breaths are heard close to the ear. Soft smacks fill the quiet space as he'd disconnect from their skin and back again, lavishing it with attention.

Sitting up right, he moves to place himself directly in front of his lover, pushing their knees apart to crowd closer but also to see full exposure. Warm brown eyes sweep the man's natural beauty with what seemed like a twinkle in his gaze; or was that the moon playing tricks? Reaching forward to inspect his work, a left hand tilts their jaw off to the side. "Just how I want you, marked, and all mine so no one can claim you." Releasing grip, he shifts attention to either of their arms, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss at the wrists and side of the palms and down a left forearm. Reaching close to the elbow with kisses, he's pushing the arms back into the bed and up;"Lift your head, baby." When words are obeyed, either wrist would be propped on top of the other and slid under the pillow his lover rested on. "Keep them there." With a lax grip, his touch gently fell down the arms and returns to the chest..

Damien's girth and size were evident as the shaft sat erect; curved upward. But aside from, he's uncut, foreskin already retracted with hairs trimmed, maintained. A small scar is notable on a right pectoral, before he's closing in again. Lips to the torso, lapping along the man's chest cavity, gently biting at the skin there before a tongue moves to trace scars;"So.. gorgeous.." He crooned, a warming touch finally resting at their ribs. Worshiping at his own pace.

[0albino-roach0]

me having obey me, genshin impact, and minecraft open on three separate devices while listening to spotify and running netflix in the background to avoid the chance of a single thought conjuring

[demonic-silver-and-gold]

Offering me anything (other than gum) mint flavored and you’re telling me you don’t like me