#obey me surprise party event

[whore-4-drewstarkey]

Surprise- dad!Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary: In which drew surprises his daughter at her kindergarten holiday after being away for work.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mean mothers 🥴, gossip

A/N: dad drew makes me melt 🫠 again idk how i feel about this. but oh whale. some friends wanted me to finish this so i did. NOT EDITED (bc i’m lazy asf)

Y/N and roslyn had just arrived to the elementary school located in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. Y/N opened the drivers door to her Toyota Venza, walking to the back door behind the passengers seat, opening it to reveal her and drew’s daughter roslyn. roslyn looked up at Y/N, giggling lightly as her mom unbuckled her seatbelt, lifting her up and out of the car, and grabbing her pink unicorn backpack.

“you ready sweetheart?” Y/N asked roslyn sweetly as she grabbed her daughter’s tiny hand. “yeah but is daddy coming?” roslyn asked shyly, as she looked up at her mother with pleading eyes.

“baby, i already told you, he’s still working on that project in Charleston. i know he wishes he could be here for your school party, but you know he can’t baby” Y/N had bent down, caressing roslyn’s face as she’d told her baby girl the bad news.

“oh. okay then. maybe next time?” roslyn sweetly smiled back at her mama.

“yeah, maybe next time. just remember he loves you so much and hates being away” Y/N cooed back to her and drew’s creation.

as soon as the two were done with their discussion, they walked into the elementary school, and to roslyn’s classroom. roslyn was only five years old, and was the female spitting image of drew starkey. she had the beautifully straight, dirty blonde/brown hair and his piercing ocean blue eyes. but she got her mothers softness and care free attitude. the perfect mixture of the two.

“oh hello ms Y/L/N! and little miss roslyn! are you guys excited for the easter party today?” roslyn’s teacher, mrs. richmond, roslyn’s kindergarten teacher spoke with enthusiasm.

“good morning! she couldn’t stop talking about how excited she is for today the whole ride here” Y/N smiled sweetly as she played with roslyn’s pigtails. Y/N bent down to roslyn’s level and continued, “go put your bag up baby and go play with maisey before class starts” and with that roslyn obeyed, and went to find her friend.

“Y/N could you possibly help set up the decorations outside the classroom, like in the entry way and hallway? some of the other mothers are out there now” mrs richmond had asked Y/N sweetly. mrs richmond was an older woman in her mid to late fifties. she had dark brown hair that had started to turn grey and was decently tall.

“yes of course!” Y/N smiled as she sat her purse down, on the round discussion table in the back of the classroom, but grabbed her phone out of it, shoving it into the back pocket of her dad jeans which so happened to be a pair of drew’s old jean from set. but of course she had to roll them as his legs were so abnormally long to her as she was roughly 5’4.

as soon as she finished grabbing what she needed she walked outside of the classroom, to the hallway near the classroom entrance, being met with all the other mothers. compared to the other moms, Y/N was pretty young, at only 24-years-old compared to them who were around 30-34 years-old. she knew that she was judged for being a young mother, but she never let them get to her. there, however was one other young mother, maiseys mother, aka roslyn’s best friends mother; stella. stella had maisey when she was 20, so her and Y/N connected quite quickly. stella had been the only one Y/N had really ever communicated with outside of school events. that was her friend. Y/N had met drew when she was only just barely 19-years-old. drew had come to kent university one weekend to see his baby sister brooke, and his dad, todd, who was the head females basketball coach. Y/N had been roommates with his little sister brooke, and had become best friends with her instantly. Y/N had gotten drew’s number early on and as drew had visited more and more that year, they’d started dating, and shortly after they started dating she’d become pregnant with their sweet bundle of joy, roslyn.

“oh hey, Y/N? it’s Y/N right?” daniella, another mother asked Y/N as she attempted to not give Y/N a judgy look, but failed miserably.

“uh, yeah it’s Y/N. so what are we doing out here today?” Y/N smiled sweetly, telling herself she wouldn’t let her facial expressions affect her.

“you and stella can go hang these little floating easter eggs down the hall” daniella asked, well more so demanded Y/N and stella to do.

and with that, Y/N and stella made their way to the end of the hall entry way to hang the floating easter eggs from the ceiling.

“so, how’s drew? is he coming today?” stella asked Y/N knowing how much Y/N and roslyn had been missing him.

“i’m not sure. he said he had to stay in charleston another week for some voice overs for the fighting scenes. who knows. but i’m not gonna count on it, only because i know how busy filming has been and how anticipated season 4 has been” Y/N stated as she focused on stapling the string that had an egg attached at the bottom to the tiled ceiling.

“okay, do you guys think her rings real?” daniella blurted out in a loud whisper to the other moms, referring to Y/N wedding ring.

“um, what do you mean?” becky, another mother who was a part of daniella’s posse asked back.

“like do we really think she’s married? that ring is at least 50k. if it’s real, plus her last name is y/l/n and between us ladies, her daughters last name is starkey, so why are they different?” daniella ranted on about her suspicions about Y/N.

“hm, i never knew that. that’s definitely weird” tracy, another mom in the posse commented.

“yeah, and when have we actually seen this ‘husband’ of hers? never.” daniella continued.

“honestly, she probably got knocked up young, and gave her daughter the fathers last name” becky chimed in.

“wait, have any of you tried looking her up on facebook?” tracy asked out of curiosity.

“well, duh” daniella stated before continuing. “but like everything is private. plus, the only thing that isn’t is her relationship status, and it says married, but not to who. even tried instagram, same thing there. both profile pics are of her on the beach or something.”

ever sense drew had started acting in bigger roles, she’d turned all of her social media to private mode, as she didn’t want the hateful messages her way, nor the paparazzi. she didn’t need it and roslyn definitely didn’t need it. it’s something she and drew had agreed on the moment she found out she was pregnant. she never advertised her relationship with drew publicly. of course drew advertised his with her, but with her consent. plus none of the mothers there knew anything about his existence directly so it didn’t matter.

“oh my god, are they still going on about my marriage?” Y/N giggled down to stella as the two women listened in on the not so private conversation going on just a mere 10 feet from them.

“ugh, don’t you just wish drew would come in today, just to shut them up?” stella laughed up at her as she continued to staple the floating easter eggs up and across the hallway ceilings.

“more to see the looks on their faces actually” Y/N giggled out before continuing, “or to see roslyn’s face when she sees her daddy” and with those words coming out of Y/N mouth, stella chuckled to herself as soon as she saw the tall, lean actor round the corner of the hallway, sending her a smile, pleading not to acknowledge he was there.

drew slyly came up behind Y/N as she stood on a classroom chair, on her tippy toes and all due to her shortness, stapling even more floating easter eggs to the ceiling. drew, grabbed Y/N hips, speaking, “sees who’s daddy?” he’d chuckled. Y/N gasped, and jumped back, but didn’t fall due to drew’s strong, muscular arms, catching her from falling. she turned around, looking up, facing her husband of three years for the first time in person in over two months. he’d been wearing a crisp white tshirt paired with his favorite navy blue carhart jacket Y/N had bought him for christmas, along with his usual blue jeans and iconic vintage green stussy hat. Y/N took in the sight before her, seeing as his hair had grown out to its mullet form, and his facial hair had also started to grow longer during the early spring months.

“shut up. oh my goodness, you scared me! and to answer your question, your daughter” Y/N yelped out as she smacked drew’s chest. he leant down, whispering, “am i not yours too?” and with that Y/N smacked him again, “joseph andrew starkey!”

“okay, first off, no hug, no kiss, no ‘babe, i missed you! oh my god!’?

“well, yes, but i’m preoccupied love. also we’re in a school right now and people are lurking” Y/N chuckled lightheartedly, as she pointed up at the ceiling full of her work. as soon as she said the first half of that sentence, drew engulfed her in a huge hug, squeezing his wife tight, head resting on top of hers. his arms wrapped around her waist. Y/N had her arms wrapped around his neck, as she stood on her tippy toes.

as the two lovers hugged, just ten feet away the little mom posse was watching and listening very content.

“did she just say starkey? isn’t that what you said her daughter’s last name is?” tracy asked daniella.

“uh, yeah. wow he’s tall” daniella spoke as she stared at Y/N and drew hugging. she chuckled coldly, continuing, “wait a minute…. that’s her daughter’s dad? him? she got with him? how? have you seen her?”

“maybe they’re not married? maybe engaged? i literally don’t understand it” becky questioned, as the three stood in disbelief.

“i wonder how old he is” daniella spoke her thoughts out loud as stella had come over to join the older women to give the the couple some privacy.

“he’s 29 and they’re married. have been for over three years” stella spoke to the women matter-of-factly.

“wait, how much do you know?” tracy looked at stella quizzically.

“she’s my best friend. i know everything. they’ve been together since she was 19. you guys have absolutely no shot with him so give it up already. they’re soulmates. she’s been with him every step of the way, she’s known him before everything happened” stella chuckled at how dumb these moms were to her best friend’s relationship.

“what do you mean?” becky asked quizzically.

“yeah, not saying anymore” stella smirked at the moms again.

back over at the couple, they broke away, as they each held the others forearms. “i missed my girls, ya know that?” drew spoke softly to Y/N as he stared down into her eyes.

“i know and we missed you so much. roslyn can’t even sleep without the stuffed tiger you bought her. says it reminds her of you” Y/N softly spoke up at him. she soon continued, “and i cant sleep without one of your hoodies on. thanks for the attachment issues” she teased.

“awww that’s so cute oh my goodness, i cant wait to see my baby girl” he cooed at the thought of his daughter.

“what about you? were you able to sleep well away from home?”

“i mean not really, didn’t have your body against mine” he spoke quietly as he saw the mom posse staring at the two of them. “could barely survive without your touch” he whispered into her ear, earning a scoff from from her in return, but he continued to speak “had to bring out the old pictures in my hidden folder”

as soon as those words left his mouth, Y/N had a light blush covering her cheeks, as she knew exactly what he was talking about. “drew! we’re in a school, tone it down” Y/N spoke up in a normal tone on accident. drew looked down at her, as a warning to her loud tone, nodding his head towards the moms. she immediately understood and scoffed at the thought of them listening. she couldn’t wait to face them now.

“but babe, in all seriousness can i please just get one kiss? i know we’re in a school… but fuck it. right?” he began to plead.

“hmm, and have the mom posse over still watch the show?” Y/N asked as she placed her right hand under her chin, thinking. she came up with an answer and began to speak again, “sure, why not. fuck it” and with that drew gripped her jaw sternly but gently, tilting it upward, caressing it, and dipped his head down to Y/N level, since he towered over her. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as drew placed his lips onto hers for a slow, passionate kiss, in which she reciprocated. the two of them just giggled after a second during the kiss as they knew the moms down the hallway were sure to be saying something about it.

“oh my god they’re kissing? in a school? with children around?” daniella scoffed in jealousy.

“i wonder what they’re talking about” becky thought out loud to the other moms.

“probably something you don’t wanna know. catch you ladies in the classroom” stella smirked proudly, mainly at the fact at how jealous the moms were. she couldn’t wait to talk to Y/N about their reactions to drew’s appearance.

as drew and Y/N finished laughing, Y/N spoke up, “well hunny, as happy as i am to finally see you in the flesh again, i think someone else will be even more excited”

“oh my god take me to my little girl. lead the way babe” drew chirped out so happily as Y/N started dragging drew by the hand towards the classroom. not before being stopped by the mom posse first though.

“oh, Y/N who’s this?” daniella asked in a sweet tone.

“this is drew, drew, meet some of the other moms. daniella, tracy, and becky” Y/N introduced nervously. drew, however noticed early on how nervous she’d gotten, instinctively wrapping his left arm around her from behind, splaying his large left hand on her left hip, wedding ring exposed.

“hi, nice to meet you all. i’m roslyn’s dad, but i feel like that’s easy to figure out because she looks just like me” drew chuckled as he did a slight wave, as he’d said hi.

“so lovely to meet you drew! why haven’t we seen you around… like ever?” becky interrogated.

“well, i’ve been doing a lot of work stuff these past few months unfortunately. i have to go out of state for business a lot for long periods of time” drew spoke, beating around the bush; his job.

“oh so what do you do for work?” tracy jumped into the conversation to draw as much information out of drew as possible.

“uh… i’m actually an actor” he blushed as he became a bit nervous, letting random strangers know of his job.

“hey, uh if you don’t mind, we’re gonna go see our daughter. he hasn’t seen her in over two months and she really misses him” Y/N sassily spoke to the mean mom posse.

“oh- uh yeah. right” daniella stuttered out as she became slightly embarrassed in front of the couple.

“take me to my baby girl please” drew smiled down to Y/N, who in return started to walk away, grabbing his large right hand into her left and dragged him into the classroom.

as Y/N opened the classroom door slowly, she could sense how excited drew was to see his daughter again due to his urgency, softly pushing Y/N ahead. “hurry up baby” he urged softly into Y/N ear from behind her as he bent down to her level.

as drew neared his daughter, who’d been sitting in her tiny chair at her tiny desk, he spoke up softly as he squatted his large frame down, “hey angel, what are you drawing right now?” as he pointed to the piece of paper roslyn had been drawing on.

roslyn simply dropped her crayon, slowly turning to her right to be met face-to-face with her daddy who she’d been missing for the past two month. her mouth opened as it began to quiver, as fears brimmed her blue irises. “d-daddy? you’re home?!” she stuttered out as she began to sob, attempting to put her tiny arms around drew’s neck.

“aw babygirl, don’t cry. are you trying to make daddy cry too?” drew cooed as he lifted roslyn into his arms, standing up with her crying into her neck. drew’s heart clenched so type at the sound of his precious little girls happy cries. “and yes baby. i’m home. i got done with filming early” he continued to coo as he cradled her tiny head against his neck, shushing her weeps.

with that, roslyn lifted her brown head of hair to look up at her father as her tears began to dry up, only to be met with her father’s face. tears brimmed his striking blue eyes, making the tiny girl twist her face in worry, wiping away any tear of his that fell. “don’t cry daddy. please don’t cry” she pouted as drew let out a chuckle at her words.

“happy tears my little girl…. happy tears. i promise. i missed you so much. you’re my little princess. ya know that?”

“what about mommy? what’s she?” the young child asked her father. “well, she’s my queen, and you’re our princess. how does that sound?” he smiled right at her, as she wrapped her arms around his neck again.

“i love that. i want a puppy. don’t princesses have puppies?” she questioned as drew let his head fall back in laughter of joy.

“we will think about that. yeah?” he smiled down to his little girl again.

“mmhm” she hummed in response, as Y/N approached the two loves of her life with adoration filled in her eyes. she was most happy seeing her daughter and her daughter’s father reunite. every time she witnessed it her heart was filled with pure love and bliss. nothing could compare to how she felt when the two were together.

Y/N walked up behind drew and to his side, brushing roslyn’s light brown hair from her face and behind her ear, as she smiled at the two, who looked back at her. “you good drew?” Y/N asked as she smirked at her husband who still had a few years every now and then leak from his eyes. she brought her soft, dainty hand up to his face to wipe them away as he smirked at her, still cuddling their daughter in his arms.

he simply responded with a sincere smile, “i’m just happy to be back with my two girls”

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Homelander x fem!reader

Homelander cumming in a pair of readers panties and reader finding out and wearing them in public or to work around Homelander

No explicit sex, but- What if cum sock, but it's panties? I didn't proofread this. Undercooked smut, whore(affectionate) used.

Homelander is disgusting, is your first thought as you pick up a pair of your panties. They're crunchy. None of that discharge is yours. You make certain to wash that pair twice.

The second time it happens you're annoyed. Third time? You're resigned to your fate. Now? It's expected. It's not as if you can ask the fucking Homelander to stop fapping with your panties

Sometimes the panties are clearly coated in a suspicious glaze, others there's only the barest scent of him before you toss the panties into the laundry bin. Those you don't mind so much. For the most part, you're resigned to your fate. 

Homelander is a territorial creature. The man likes to mark you in any way he can. Sinking his teeth in a little too hard. Fingers digging in a little too tight. Practically rubbing himself against you as if to mark you with his scent and of course making certain your always stuffed full of his cum.

Thus it should be no surprise that the moment you walk into the penthouse that afternoon?

Homelander pounces you, strips you, and fucks you as if he hasn't seen you in weeks. It was four hours, jesusfuck you needy little- It's no surprise that even after your rough fucking? -because this round certainly was a rough fuck He still manages to find time to soil your panties. The ones you had carefully taken off and set aside before going at it like animals not even a full thirty minutes ago. The lacey number that matches your bra and won't show a pantyline in the dress you plan to wear tonight. Those panties.

The crime is committed while you were in the shower cleaning up, as there's a charity ball you two must make an appearance at tonight. The culprit has already fled the scene, of course. Bastard.

You pluck up your clearly wrung out panties, inspecting them. A visual once over reveals that at least your lovemaking had robbed Homelander the ability to truly mark up this pair. At worst, they reek of sex and him. Even your perfectly average nose can smell Homelander on the fabric. His super-abled nose would be able to smell it a mile away, you muse.

You pause, eyes on the panties as you turn over that fact in your mind. A low chuckle escapes you as you wriggle back into the panties. 

It doesn't take long to get dolled up for the event as you make yourself presentable post-shower. You're polished, clean, and looking flawless. You smile at your reflection in one of the many mirrors within Homelander's penthouse before making your way to the elevator.

As you enter the party, Homelander isn't hard to pick out. He's the one in the middle of it all with a flock of sycophants simpering about the supe's feet. They know by now to part in your wake, placid smiles in place that never reach their eyes. Yet, they bow and scrape to you as well. No one would dare give offense to you or get between the Homelander and his woman.

You glide into Homelander's open arms as he throws you a winning smile, finger crooked for you to come closer. You obey, sliding an arm behind his back as his cape flutters with the movement while he tugs you closer into his side. "Missed you," He breathes as he leans closer.

The moment Homelander registers what you've done is obvious to you. His pupils blow out and there's an imperceptible tightening about the give of your waist under his gloved fingertips. He inhales deeper, leaning in to ghost his lips over your forehead as he does so. To onlookers, Homelander is a chaste and affectionate boyfriend. Only you are close enough to hear the growl on his exhale.

You grin wickedly up to Homelander, mirth dancing in your eyes. "You just saw me, you know." You mutter as you tilt your chin up, regarding him. Idly, you start to trace patterns at the small of his back with fingertips. Given your cheeky mood, you slide your palm down and give his backside an affectionate squeeze under the cover of his cape.

Homelander has to bite his bottom lip, swallowing down an eager noise as he shoots you a dangerous look. The sort that says you're going to get it later. Your grin only grows wider, because the event has only started and you know Homelander can't escape yet.

There's a speech to give, investors to schmooze, and rich bastards to wring dry all in the name of charity. Homelander performs admirably, playing the perfect boy scout as with you draped on his arm. His hands never stray from your waist, endlessly chaste. You know it's because if he lets them roam further up or down, Homelander will lose control and then where would you be?

Well- 

Enjoying yourself for certain, but you've never been one for public sex.

The hours crawl on and you can see your choice to throw Homelander's mess back under his nose is an effective one. The small twitches, how he keeps inhaling deeply any time he leans close, how Homelander can't help but nuzzle into your neck every chance he gets with a storm cloud in his eyes.

This'll be a fun night.

The moment Homelander is let off the event's leash, he's all but dragging you to the elevator and mashing the button to the top floor. He doesn't even wait for the elevator's doors to fully shut before he's on you with a growl. Homelander is hiking up your dress in a flash to see what's underneath. His suspicions are confirmed. Those are the panties he used to work himself off one last time before heading down to the charity event.

"I knew it. You little whore," He chides affectionately as Homelander backs you up against the elevator wall. Those hands are ghosting around the edges of your panties before he unceremoniously yanks them down.

"It's your mess," You shoot back, smirking up at him.

"M'gonna make you such a mess," Homelander purrs back as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, deftly lifting you up with one hand while the other works at the bucket of his belt with practiced ease. You laugh gleefully because Homelander is always a man of his word when it comes to properly ruining you.

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Replay - Part 2

Requested By: @f4gg0t-4-0b3y-m3

Word Count: 6,451

Oneshot

Please read Part 1 first so that this story makes sense!

Summary: Secrets can only be kept for so long. What happens when everyone finds out that their death may be looming. Obey Me! Demons Brothers & Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon. Briefly includes: Luke, Thirteen, Mephisto, and Raphael.

You smiled at Barbatos as he handed you another drink, taking your old one. “Thank you,” you told him sincerely before returning your attention to the conversation you were having with Solomon and Asmo.

They were arguing over something mundane, but with how passionately they were speaking to one another, you would think it was a life-or-death situation - as if the ground would open up and swallow whoever turned out to be wrong in the conversation.

You took a look around the expansive living room of the House of Lamentation and a small smile graced your lips as you looked at everyone you loved. 

The demon brothers had wanted to throw a small gathering and asked those closest to them to attend. You were surprised at the amount of work they put into the party and you were glad that they had limited the guests to those you knew. You wanted to spend as much time as possible with them before things started to go awry.

Lucifer and Diavolo were on one side of the room, talking happily with one another as they drank Demonus. For once, they both truly looked relaxed.

Luke and Beel had been in the kitchen but now they seemed to be in a small argument. Apparently, Beel had eaten the entire cake that Luke had baked for this special event and now no one else could enjoy it. 

Raphael and Simeon had been discussing things with each other while Simeon tried to help mediate Luke’s argument with the Avatar of Gluttony.

Satan was sitting on one of the couches, reading a book. He didn’t think it was rude because he was surprisingly good at being able to read while also listening to everyone’s conversations. 

He also wouldn’t be able to move even if he wanted to because Belphie was lying on top of him. It was rare for Belphie to use one of his brothers as a pillow instead of you, but since Satan had been the only one sitting, he took advantage of the opportunity.

Levi was playing one of his handheld games and managed to catch Thirteen’s attention. Supposedly the game had a ton of traps in it and Thirteen was taking notes as her head filled with ideas of her own traps that she could create.

Even Mephisto had showed up to the party. Though, you noticed he was mostly walking around and taking a look at the decor, trying to find something to point out to Lucifer in a disgraceful way. Luckily, Barbatos helped make the house spotless before everyone’s arrival so he was unable to find anything.

The only one who was unaccounted for was Mammon. But you expected that to happen. You knew that he would probably be using the party as a cover to scour through his brothers’ bedrooms looking for something to sell.

Asmo and Solomon had finally changed subjects and you excused yourself from the conversation. You moved to the kitchen to help Barbatos with passing out the snacks.

“You know, you’re supposed to be a guest at the party as well,” you told Barbatos, coming up behind him. He was slightly surprised by your sudden appearance but regained his composure quickly.

“I’m much better at helping host the party than partaking in it,” he replied, a small smile on his lips as he looked at you. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. It was one of understanding.

You knew that Barbatos was aware of the secret you were holding. It was impossible to keep anything from him. But he didn’t bring it up. He didn’t need to. If he really wanted answers he could easily find them himself. Still, it was a bit comforting to know that at least one person knew the truth. 

“So, what still needs to be done in here?” you asked, changing the subject. Barbatos paused for a moment before giving you instructions on how to properly organize the snack platters.

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Mammon had indeed used the cover of the party to try and snoop through his brothers’ belongings. But he was striking out left and right. It was like he had already sold everything of value!

Slightly disheartened, Mammon made his way to your room. He was usually against stealing from you of all people, but he was desperate. He wouldn’t steal anything really important to you though and he would make sure he replaced whatever he stole before you noticed it was gone!

Mammon rummaged through your closet and finally found a locket of some sort. It looked strangely familiar, but he didn’t think anything of it. He continued looking and stumbled upon a picture. It was a picture of you and everyone else standing in front of a well-known human world destination.

But - you had never taken a trip up to the human world with everyone before. Mammon had only been up there once with you and it was to help with Satan and Lucifer’s body-swapping mishap. He certainly would remember if you had all gone up there together. 

Mammon felt like his head was spinning as a hundred questions raced through his mind. He didn’t understand what this picture meant; but, he felt like he had to tell Lucifer. So, that’s exactly what he did next.

Mammon raced to the living room noticing the lack of your presence. The others gave him concerned looks at his appearance but Mammon made a beeline to Lucifer and Diavolo.

“Lucifer, we need to talk,” Mammon told his brother and the unusually serious tone in Mammon’s voice worried the eldest. “Is everything alright?” Diavolo questioned, also picking up on his tone.

The others had managed to gather around the three of them, noticing the situation's intensity. “Where’s Y/N?” Mammon asked, not wanting to speak about it in front of you. “With Barbatos in the kitchen,” Solomon replied.

“What’s going on?” Satan questioned as well, joining the group. Even Belphie had woken up. Mammon let out a sigh before explaining, “I was snooping through everyone’s room lookin’ for something to sell-”

“What?” Asmo asked harshly. “Mammon,” Lucifer said, a little too loudly. “Look that’s not important right now! I was goin’ through Y/N’s stuff and I found this picture,” Mammon continued, holding the picture up for everyone to see.

Everyone’s expression turned to one of confusion as they looked at the image. The same thoughts ran through their mind - they had never taken a trip with you up to the human world. 

“How do they have a picture of something that never happened?” Levi questioned. “Magic?” Beel suggested but Solomon shook his head. “I’m not sensing any,” he replied. 

Lucifer took the picture in his hand and examined it carefully. It felt like he had been there before but he was positive he hadn’t. Not with you and certainly not with everyone else who was in that picture.

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“Okay, we brought snacks!” you said joyfully as you entered the living room once more with Barbatos, both of you holding snack trays. You stopped in your tracks though when you saw everyone huddled in a group together, looking at you with a panicked look in their eyes.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your expression falling. Lucifer was the one who stepped up. He didn’t have a logical explanation for the picture and although he was positive you wouldn’t hurt anyone, the recent evidence made him falter. He was the big brother so he believed it was his responsibility to bring it up to you.

“What is this?” he asked, holding up the picture so that you could see it. He had a neutral look on his face - almost cold. As if he was desperate to not show any emotion as he spoke to you.

You looked at the picture in his hand and your heart skipped a beat. How did he-.Your question was immediately answered when you saw the guilty look on Mammon’s face.

You had been so careful not to let your secret slip. You had done everything you could to protect them from the painful future that awaited them and it was all ruined because of a simple picture you had kept to make yourself feel better.

“Y/N, we’re not angry. Please, just explain,” Diavolo added, giving you a warm smile. Everyone’s eyes were now on you as they awaited an explanation. It was an overwhelming feeling.

You looked to Barbatos who was standing next to you and silently asked him what to do. He gave you a simple nod. One that no one would think twice of yet it gave you all the answers you needed. It was time to come clean.

You sat the snack tray down and didn’t pay attention to the way it practically disappeared into Beel’s arms. He was stress eating.

You let out a small sigh before stating, “That picture isn’t from this timeline.” You waited for them to process the first bit of information, gauging their expressions. You were mostly met with furrowed eyebrows as everyone felt lost.

“What do you mean?” Satan questioned. His gaze wasn’t hard, but one of curiosity. He was simply trying to understand what you were telling him. Just like everyone else.

Barbatos once again gave you a look, encouraging you to continue speaking. Your secret wasn’t doing anyone any good at this point.

“I’ve met you all before,” you continued to speak, a sense of relief washing over you as the burden you had been carrying around for a long time was finally starting to lift off your shoulders.

“I think I would have remembered that,” Belphie replied. You were a pivotal moment for him. You were the one who completely turned his opinion of humans around.

“Why do you think I knew when and how you were going to attack me, Belphie?” you asked and Belphie’s confusion grew. “The first time we met, you killed me in the same way you tried not too long ago. Barbatos brought me back,” you explained. 

Belphie was speechless at your words. Did he kill you? Sure, he had tried to when he first escaped from the attic. But you dodged his attacks; and, he was so thankful that you did. He couldn’t imagine a world without you. Yet here you were telling him that he had actually killed you at some point.

Everyone’s eyes gravitated towards Barbatos as if asking him to confirm if what you said was true. He knew it was. He had seen it when he explored for answers about the past after learning your secret. And the look on his face told everyone else what they needed to know.

It explained how you knew so much about them. All of the happy coincidences and educated guesses were really just your life experiences making themselves known. 

You noticed that Beel had finished the entire snack tray at this point and you couldn’t help but give him a small smile.

“Why exactly are you here? Did you somehow switch timelines?” Solomon asked. He had his questions about you; but, now that he was finally finding the answers, he wasn’t sure he wanted them.

“Not exactly,” you replied, trying to figure out which words to say to explain things the best you could. You didn’t even entirely know how these things worked. 

“It’s more like I restarted the timeline,” you answered finally, looking to Barbatos who agreed with your explanation. It was the simplest way to explain things.

“Restarted it?” Mammon asked, doing his best to keep up with things. Was that why you always seemed so familiar to him - even before he came to really know you?

“Something terrible happens and…,” you trailed off but the pain was evident on your face. 

“Everyone dies,” Thirteen finished for you. She may not have known that the two of you had met before but as a reaper, she could always tell when someone was talking about death.

The air had gotten much more tense as the attention was once again turned to you. You felt the pain of watching everyone you loved die all over again and a tear slipped down your cheek. They were waiting for you to tell them it wasn’t true but you simply replied with, “Yes.”

“How many times have you restarted the timeline?” Simeon questioned. Surely he wouldn’t forget you more than once. 

Another tear escaped as you answered. “I’m not sure - a few times,” you stated and the tension only grew thicker at your response.

Everyone had different reactions to the news, and you didn’t blame them. It was a lot to process. 

Lucifer was at a loss for words. He had taken the longest out of his brothers to fall for your charms, but he did fall nonetheless. He felt lied to. Why had you kept this a secret from him? Especially when both his brothers and Diavolo’s safety were at risk.

Mammon was a mix of confused and sympathetic. Why didn’t you tell him from the start? Did you not trust him? Still, you were looking so sad, and Mammon couldn’t bear to see his human looking like that.

Levi was a tad bit jealous. But, could you blame him? He was the Avatar of Envy. And you had entrusted Barbatos with your secret over him - your true friend! Though he supposed he could look past the indiscretion. Barbatos had a way.

Satan could feel the all too familiar feeling of rage building up inside of him. Was he mad at himself though or you? He had noticed the unexplainable coincidences and yet had done nothing about them. At the same time, you could have said something to him. He would have helped.

Asmo was worried about you. You looked so distressed and the tears falling down your cheeks made him want to cry his own tears. He wanted to tell you everything would be okay, but he wasn’t entirely sure that was the truth. 

Beel was concerned all around. As the protector of the family, he couldn’t bear to lose another member of his family. He wanted answers. But, you were also a member of that family as well. And seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks, all he wanted to do was hug you.

Belphie was angry. This is why you don’t trust humans - they’re all liars. No. He didn’t actually believe that. He was just lashing out. You had kept a secret from them, yes, but he could see how much you cared about them from the look in your eyes.

Diavolo felt somewhat numb at the news. If everyone around him truly did die then as the future King of the Devildom, he was in the same boat as you. He would lose everything. He wasn’t sure why you had kept this from him but he was determined to prevent the tragedy you spoke of from happening.

Barbatos like Asmo, was worried about you. He understood how painful it must have been to tell the others what had truly transpired, especially because it brought back painful memories for you. With Diavolo’s permission, he would search all of the timelines to find a way to fix everything.

Solomon was somewhat relieved to learn the truth about you. But your reasons for keeping a secret from them were far more devastating than he had anticipated. He’ll search his grimoires to find a way to prevent the future you had seen from happening again.

Simeon had known there had been something different about you, but he never expected it to be something like this. Humans weren’t meant to go through such experiences, and as such he can’t help but feel sorrow for you. You were so pure and innocent - you didn’t deserve to go through this.

Luke was trying to understand the situation at hand. He was only a young angel and this was a lot for him to handle. You were such a pure and innocent person, how had you been hiding this secret? On that note - were he and Simeon really going to die? He couldn’t handle the thought of losing either you or Simeon.

Thirteen didn’t know how she hadn’t picked up on this already. It was her job as a reaper to know when someone had died, so how did she miss the fact that everyone around her had not only died once but multiple times?

Mephisto had a duty to Diavolo. If you were telling the truth, then that meant that Diavolo had died. He couldn’t imagine that happening. His family had a long history of serving the Royal family. He didn’t care about the costs - he would ensure Diavolo’s safety.

Raphael was torn between staying and reporting to Michael. He felt as though this was news that Michael should know. But, at the same time, maybe he could wait. Just for a bit. Just long enough to help figure out how to keep everyone alive.

Once they got past their initial reactions, everyone could see how broken up you were over the events that had taken place. They knew deep down that you had only been trying to protect them, even if they didn’t agree with you keeping a secret from them.

Diavolo was the first to approach you, gently wiping a tear from your eyes. “Y/N, please, tell me what happens,” he pleaded. He needed to know so that he could figure out how to stop it. 

So, you explained everything in detail about the rise and fall of the Devildom. You told them how everyone died and what you had already done to try and prevent it. It was a long conversation but a necessary one.

This was a method you hadn’t tried before. The first time it happened, nobody knew it was coming so it couldn’t be stopped. And the times after that, you had tried so hard to protect them from knowing the inevitable that you didn’t include anyone in the decision-making.

But, now that everyone was brainstorming, you could see that this was what you were missing. The key to surviving was the love everyone had for each other. You didn’t need to solve the whole piece of the puzzle. You just needed the help of the ones you cared about to solve the puzzle bit by bit. Sixteen people having 7% of the solution was more than enough to solve the problem 100%.

Everyone contributed an insight that no one else thought of to help work around the problem. And in the end, you were left feeling confident that the cycle would finally break. You would finally save them. 

But there was still a chance - a chance that things didn’t go your way. And on that off chance, no one wanted any regrets. And one person in particular wanted to spend the night with you, in case they didn’t have the occasion to do so later.

Lucifer usually remained so composed. He didn’t want anyone else to know the thoughts that were running through his head. But when he found out that his time with you may be limited, his composure faltered.

For a moment, he didn’t care if others knew the emotions he was feeling. He didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to spend the night with you. The opportunity to confess the emotions that you made him feel. 

He had whisked you away to his bedroom to have some alone time with you and at first, the only thing he could do was admire you. You looked so perfect all of the time.

You gently cupped his cheek with one of your hands and he leaned into the touch, looking into your eyes that were filled with so much love for the man before you.

“Tell me that tonight isn’t the last time we’ll see each other,” Lucifer stated, his eyes full of sadness. For once, his poise was crumbling in front of you and he didn’t care one bit.

He would remain forever vulnerable in front of you if it meant he didn’t have to lose you. 

“We’ll get through this,” you replied, sitting down next to him. You were the only one who got to see this side of him and you appreciated it every single time. 

You knew that no matter how cold Lucifer acted he had a genuine side to him. A side that cared more than he let on.

Lucifer gently tilted your head up so that the two of you made eye contact and then he gently placed his lips on yours. He wouldn’t lose you without knowing what this felt like.

You immediately responded to the kiss, pulling him closer. It didn’t matter how many times you had been through this storyline, kissing Lucifer always felt unreal. 

Lucifer pulled you on top of him and you let him guide you to where he wanted you. There was no guarantee that the plan would work and you weren’t going to waste what time you had with Lucifer.

Mammon was a bit possessive when it came to you. So when he found out he may not have enough time with you, he immediately stole you away from the others.

You were his human and that phrase went layers beyond what you could even comprehend.

You were sitting with Mammon for a bit, the two of you staring at each other and not knowing what to say.

He was torn between letting go of the tsundere act he put on and remaining strong.

He had so much love in his heart for you and he couldn’t imagine dying without giving you at least some of it. 

He was in an exhausting inner turmoil and after a moment, he finally let his head fall in defeat, his forehead resting against yours.

“I don’t want to lose ya’,” he admitted, barely above a whisper. But you had heard it and it had broken your heart. Because you had lost him multiple times now. 

You closed your eyes as you tried not to fall apart. “You won’t,” you promised him as you gently placed your lips on his.

You didn’t know if it was the truth, and you didn’t care. You would restart the timeline a hundred times if it meant coming back to Mammon.

Mammon immediately leaned into the kiss, relishing in the way your lips felt. It was just like he imagined since the moment he saw you.

He pulled you so that you were straddling him and when you moved back for a breath of air, he looked into your eyes.

Eyes that he would commit to his memory. It didn’t matter if he died and the timeline restarted, he knew that the two of you would always find your way back to each other.

Levi was going to die and he couldn’t process the information. He had faith that Lucifer would do everything in his power to protect him. But what if he failed - what if he died?

Levi was a shy person, but the idea of dying could give someone all of the confidence in the world.

You were the only person to get Levi to come out of his room. The only one who managed to convince him that he was so much more than a “yucky otaku.”

And he admired you every day for it. He wanted to admire you every day for it. But his days were possibly limited and the thought scared Levi.

He wasn’t good at being pressured into intimate moments, but at the same time, he couldn’t lose you without ever having you.

He had taken you to his room and you were staring at him with big eyes, waiting for him to speak.

“You’re my player two,” Levi stated and your face fell slightly. You knew that you were Levi’s player two. That much was obvious. 

It had meant more to him in his mind. He had a message that he wanted to convey to you, he just wasn’t sure how to get it across.

Levi saw the disheartened look on your face and tried to change his approach. “I mean, there’s no one else I would want as my player two,” Levi reiterated and you still looked at him with a blank expression. 

This was going to be harder than Levi thought.

He began to panic slightly as he tried to figure out what to say next. He couldn’t just tell you his feelings outright. That would be asking for humiliation.

You placed your lips on Levi’s and his body immediately went into shock. He wasn’t sure how to react.

When you pulled away, you gave Levi a smile before telling him, “You’ll always be my player two.”

Levi had never felt such a strong love in his life.

Satan was a hopeless romantic and he truly believed that he had finally found his partner in crime.

So when he learned that his death may be coming up sooner than he realized, he was devastated. There were so many things he wanted to do with you - so many ways he wanted to court you, just like the characters in his books would do.

But he didn’t have a month to plan your first date, for all he knew, he would be dead in that time. So, he had to express his feelings to you now.

He had taken you away from the others before anyone could even say anything. He needed to spend what little time he may have left with you. 

He held you close to him as you sat in his lap. The two of you were in his room, reading a book, and he swore he couldn’t ask for a more perfect evening.

Except his thoughts of you were completely overtaking his mind, preoccupying him from getting any actual reading done.

You felt so warm in his arms and Satan had wished he had asked you to do this sooner. If he had known the way he would have felt about you, he wouldn’t have wasted a single moment.

You had changed so many things in his life, and all he wanted was the opportunity to show you how much you meant to him.

He looked down at you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead causing you to look up at him.

His green eyes shone brightly as they met yours and he placed another kiss on your lips before telling you, “Our story doesn’t end here.”

You looked up at him with loving eyes as you placed another kiss on his lips. You knew his words were true.

It didn’t matter how many times you had to restart, you and Satan always came to this point.

He was your love story and you were his.

It didn’t matter if it was the first time meeting him or the fourth time meeting him. Asmo had always been one of the most accepting of you.

He was immediately drawn to you because of how attractive you were and when he got to know you, he was a goner. 

It made sense that Asmo would want to spend the night with you. He was willing to take things slow and give you the space that you needed.

He didn’t want to push you or pressure you because he wanted you to fall for him just as deeply as he had fallen for you.

But he didn’t want to leave the world without telling you how much he loved you.

Not in the way he claimed to love others; but, in a way that was unique to you. An emotion that only you brought out in him.

He couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes as he held you close. This couldn’t be it.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” Asmo confessed, gently running his hands over your back.

He had only ever wanted a love that was true. A love that didn’t depend on him being the Avatar of Lust. You were that love for him.

You moved away slightly, only to pull Asmo into a kiss. Your hands ran through his hair as you pulled him closer. He meant so much more to you than his sin. So much more than the act that he put on for others. 

And you wanted to convey every bit of that emotion through the kiss that you gave him.

Asmo leaned into your touch, never wanting to separate.

When you finally did pull away to breathe, Asmo saw the look in your eyes and he knew that your feelings for him were real.

You loved him unconditionally and that would never change.

Beel’s greatest love was food. At least, that’s what he thought until he met you. 

You were a surprise to Beel. He had never expected to feel so strongly about a human. But you weren’t just an ordinary human and he knew that from the start.

You meant so much to him and he especially felt that way now when you were in his arms.

He had taken you to the room he shared with Belphie and was just sitting on the bed, engulfing you in a large hug.

It was something he had always wanted to do with you but he had never asked. Now, everything was different though. 

The idea of the two of you losing each other hurt him and he didn’t want to think about it.

He just wanted to spend the night holding you, hoping his actions conveyed the words that he didn’t know how to say.

You hugged him back just as tightly already knowing the message he was hoping to get across.

Beel had always been everyone’s protector, but he was scared that he wouldn’t be able to fulfill the job. He was scared that he would lose his life before he was able to protect his brothers.

You gently stroked his hair as he thought about Lilith. He didn’t want to lose anyone else he loved. You were on that list - just in a different way. 

Beel looked into your eyes intimately before telling you, “I’ll always protect you.” You believed him. You knew it was what he cared about most.

But, in all honesty, you were more worried about him protecting himself. You and him had so much more to give in your relationship. You didn’t want to lose him again.

You gently placed a kiss on Beel’s lips. You trusted him completely and you hoped he knew that.

After that kiss, it was hard to deny the feelings the two of you had for each other. Beel just hoped he’d have the chance to expand on them.

The second Belphie found out about the secret you were holding, he was in distress. He knew that humans' lifespans were short, but still, he thought he would have more time with you.

More time to make up for him trying to attack you. He still dreamt about it. He had nightmares about you hating him because of it.

And now that he found out he had actually killed you at some point, he needed twice the amount of time. 

He had so many things to apologize for - so many things to tell you. But with his now possibly limited time, he didn’t know where to start.

He had taken you up to the attic to hold you in the bed, but as he lay there he couldn’t help but feel unworthy. Unworthy of your love.

He had hurt you - he had killed you - and yet he wanted to be selfish with you. He wanted to hold you until he couldn’t hold you anymore.

He looked up at you and hugged you even tighter. You would never know how much you meant to him. How much you had changed his entire outlook on life.

For once, he truly understood the pain his sister had been in. Lilith had fallen in love with a human and Belphie caught her crying one night because she knew that a human’s life was exceptionally shorter than an angel’s or a demon’s.

But it seems it wasn’t the human’s life that was at risk here. He would die a hundred times over to ensure your safety. But, at the end of the day, no matter which of you died, the two of you would be separated and Belphie hated the idea of that.

“I’ll never forget you again,” Belphie promised and a tear escaped your eyes as you pulled him into a kiss.

You wanted it to be true. You prayed it would be true. But only time would tell if it actually would be. 

You were only a human, yet you had managed to change Diavolo’s entire perspective. 

Before he met you, his only obligation was to the throne. He had to do anything and everything he could to ensure others would support him when he took over.

But, knowing that he may die at any moment, he couldn’t help but wonder what the point of it all was.

He had maintained his professional stance and had denied his feelings for you in favor of being a good ruler. But if he was going to lose his life, he didn’t want to lose it in denial.

He took you back to the castle, gently pulling you closer as he worked up to courage to express his feelings for you.

You already knew them, you had already experienced them. Still, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips as you thought about it. 

Diavolo led you to his balcony that overlooked the Devildom, the lights of the kingdom setting the perfect scene.

Diavolo gently cupped your cheeks as he told you, “I would make you my Queen if I could.”

You smiled up at the prince before closing the distance between the two of you. You held so much love for Diavolo and it was proved between your shared kiss.

It didn’t matter if he died and was brought back, he had made a promise to himself. He would make you his Queen one day. No matter what it took.

Barbatos had known your secret and yet he had done nothing about it. Maybe because he was scared.

Scared to admit the feelings you had elicited from him. Scared to admit that a human had made him fall head over heels.

Still, when you had finally confessed your secret to the others, the severity of the situation finally sank in with Barbatos.

He didn’t have eternity to tell you how he felt about you - his life was possibly being measured in minutes.

He took you to the garden outside the House of Lamentation. It was nothing compared to the one outside of the Demon Lord’s Castle, but it would suffice.

It could be the lowliest of places and Barbatos wouldn’t mind - as long as he got to spend some time with you.

He didn’t expect to fall for you the way the others had, and yet, here was - longing for you.

He pulled you into him, your scent overwhelming him as his hands found their way to your hair. 

“I’ll always be here for you,” Barbatos promised, enjoying the intimacy between the two of you. 

You both hoped that the timeline wouldn’t restart once more, but if it did, you had faith in Barbatos.

His powers guaranteed that no matter how many times you had to go through the same scenario, you would always have at least one person to depend on.

Solomon was surprised when you had spoken the words of his death. He had cheated it so many times that he almost believed he would never truly come to an end. 

But he knew by the look in your eyes that it was true. Sooner or later, he would die.

And, suddenly, mortality hit him like a ton of bricks.

Of all the things he had done in his long life, love was one thing that he couldn’t cross off his list.

But, he had hope that he would have been able to if only he had more time with you. If only he had time to help you develop the same feelings he held for you.

But, you already had those feelings. You had already developed them multiple times.

So, when Solomon had invited you to the planetarium, you gladly accepted. The two of you weren’t doing much stargazing, but it did provide a beautiful background. 

Solomon pulled you close, his hands resting on your hips as yours rested on his shoulders, the two of you maintaining eye contact.

“I could love you forever,” Solomon stated and a small blush rose to your cheeks. He was practically immortal, so the idea of loving you forever wasn’t far-fetched.

You leaned forward and Solomon met you halfway, placing his lips on yours. It was a feeling he had craved. A feeling that told him you were the one he was meant to be with.

When you pulled away, Solomon looked into your eyes and he knew. He would never leave you again.

Simeon was an angel, and therefore, he was never meant to fall for a being such as a human.

But, he couldn’t help it. He had such an amazing attraction to you. He couldn’t stay away from you even if he wanted to.

You were the most perfect thing in his eyes and he was determined to never let you go.

But fate had a funny way of controlling things and even if he planned to never let you go, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t have to let go of him.

He hated the idea of it. He didn’t want you to experience any more pain, but it was out of his hands. 

That didn’t stop him from spending tonight with you though. 

He gently pulled you into his arms and committed your scent to memory. If he was to die, he wanted to be able to remember everything about you on his deathbed.

He pulled away from the hug and cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes. “I promise, I will always find my back to you,” he told you and your heart swelled.

You leaned forward connecting your lips with his and he immediately responded to the kiss, wanting this moment to last forever.

You prayed for his safety. You prayed that Simeon wouldn’t be taken away from you again. 

But, it wasn’t your decision to make. The only thing you could do was wait and let the future play out.

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BTS MAFIA REACTIONS TO YOU LEAVING THEM II

(Yandere maknae line edition)

🎀Yandere hyung line edition

Warnings: YANDERE THEMES, OBSESSION, STALKING, PROFANITY, SLIGHT SMUT, SEXUAL ACTS, MENTIONS OF WEAPONRY, JAIL, BLEEDING, INJURY, MANIPULATION, MARRIAGE W/O CONSENT, BETRAYAL

𝕵𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓 ❗

He was the CEO of the company you worked in.

But behind the scenes he was a Mafia, using his company as a mask for money laundering.

You knew all the dirty schemes being played in his company.

Just like the way he was dirty with you.

You wanted to escape him, you took part in his filthy play only because you were being paid well.

but now it was getting too much.

He wouldn't let you leave the office by assigning you more workload than others so you had to stay overtime in the office.

And when the entire office would leave except you, he would call you to his cabin, fxxk you and tell you about his plans and schedules and drag you around with him to every event he was invited to.

You slowly became the rumoured girlfriend of Park Corp's CEO which was South Korea's one of the largest electronics company.

others were jealous of how you could have seduced him, while some others labeled your achievements as 'gifts' from him.

You wanted to be free from him, not just because of the people's lowly remarks, but for yourself.

There was a limit to everything, a limit to your patience and a limit to his obsessiveness which he had already crossed a long time ago.

You wanted leave him and you knew that the only way to leave him was to turn him against you or make him hate you.

So you used your insider knowledge to your advantage and called the cops on him to arrest him for the illegal money laundering.

Much to your surprise the police arrested you instead.

"I- I'm being set up." You yelled as they handcuffed you.

"We found evidence against you miss Y/N, you really ousted yourself." One of the lady officers snickered.

And just like that you were put behind the bars. This is unfair, you were clearly set up and falsely accused.

"Y/N come out." After an hour or so one of the police officers came to you and commanded. You frowned and stepped outside the jail.

You grit your teeth and just then see Jimin coming towards you.

he had a cocky smile and leaned next to your ear, "nice try, try that one more time and you'll be put behind the bars for real."

"What did you do?" You asked him angrily.

"Oh? Did you forget who am I? You know I'm a Mafia lord, these cheap tricks won't faze me at all, so if anything, bad luck will befall only upon you." He smirked. "Let's go babygirl!"

You could do nothing at all but to obey him, yet again.

𝕵𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖐𝖔𝖔𝖐❗

Both of your fathers were business tycoons and mafias.

Your father was killed by the rival mafia and so his father had taken you in after your father died.

You were never adopted in papers though.

Because Jungkook has had a crush on you ever since childhood and had told his father he would marry you when he grows up.

You were practically raised by his family.

You viewed Jungkook nothing more than a friend.

Though you were grateful for his family to raise you, he had taken the advantage of your gratefulness by taking your virginity in college.

And he still does, now that he is the new mafia leader.

So much so that he had arranged a marriage between him and you without you even knowing at all.

"What are these decorations for? Is there gonna be a party?" You ask curiously to one of the servants while you eye the flowers and decors on the wall.

The servant looked at you in confusion and said, "Miss it's your wedding tomorrow-" "Shush!" Another senior servant hushed her. "This was supposed to be kept a secret from her, did you forget the words of the young master?" She whispered but unfortunately for her, you heard everything clearly.

You at once dashed to Jungkook's office and slammed open his door.

He looked up from the papers in annoyance but at once became happy to see you.

His eyes sparkled with joy, "What brings you here Y/N? Well this is a first that you sought me out before-"

"What is the meaning of this?" You were enraged.

"We're getting married??" You frowned.

"Ah- so you got to know somehow." He bit his lips while your eyes went wide at his remark.

"The fxxk do you mean by that?? Did you- did you plan to marry me without me knowing at all??" You scoffed in disbelief.

"Why? It's your birthday tomorrow and I wanted to surprise you and make you happy." He expressed while moving his arms.

You were baffled. "Did you seriously think marrying you will make me happy?? I stayed silent all this while because I owe so much to your family, to your father. I had no one to go to when you violated me when you were the one feeding me- but- but guess what I'm done. No matter what, I'm never marrying you!!"

You stormed out of the room.

"Whether you like it or not, we will marry each other Y/N. We will." He whispered to himself.

You were packing up your stuff in haste to run away from his house, from him. You were not marrying a psycho for god's sake.

You called Byeon woo-seok, your former college classmate and your crush to help you escape.

But why did your escapade end so horribly? With Jungkook pointing a gun at beaten up Woo-seok's forehead?

You were crying endlessly, "Hush now baby, crying won't help. I reckon this is the one you had saved in your contact as Seoki? Suki? Dai Suki?" He raised an eyebrow.

Shit! He was quick to catch on, dai Suki in Japanese meant 'I love you' and you kept his name as Seoki in your contacts.

You gulped.

"Baby you never told me you had a lover?"

"HE'S NOT MY LOVER PLEASE LET HIM GO- IT'S - IT'S ME- I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM- HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME I SWEAR." You sobbed so loudly you were falling short on breath.

He tsked. "This man better be dead then - will you come to me if he's no more alive?" He raised his eyebrows, his psychotic tendencies showing.

You grew pale. "Please let him GO- i- I will marry you. Please. Please." You dropped down to ground.

He smirked. "Good girl, can't wait to see you in your wedding gown tomorrow, baby."

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You were appointed by his father to teach him how to use the weaponry.

You were skilled in your work which caught him in an awe.

He was lovestruck to say the least, he had fallen for you, for his father's right hand man.

Even though you were a girl, you showed every man on the field how to be a man.

Taehyung was jealous how his father had you at your toes all the time while he had you to himself only twice a week.

So he started training himself intensely so that you would regard him proudly as your next master after his father.

"I'll be retiring. I've been appointed as a coach for olympic trainees, my dream since I was a kid." You squealed happily while Taehyung was shocked at your words.

You were going to leave him? He couldn't believe his ears.

His father chuckled, "not to be an olympic trainee but a coach for olympic trainees? What a unique dream haha."

"That's right, instead of a king, I want to be a kingmaker." You smiled not noticing Taehyung who was holding back his tears.

after the meeting of the three of you was over, he ran outside following you.

he grabbed your hand from behind, you turned around, "hm? What is it tae?"

he sighed, "can't you stay? Atleast till I become the best shooter and archer?" He said with earnest eyes.

you chuckled.

"You are already doing much much better than so many of our comrades with extensive on-field experience. I believe you are already perfect and don't need a trainer anymore that's why I'm leaving now." You told him and smiled softly.

And just like that, you left the gang in the following week.

"You're disqualified, we found out you have worked under mafia before? We can't allow a coach like that to train archers and shooters for Olympics." The interviewer told you in person.

"what?" You frowned , first of all you had already passed the interview then why kick you out now? And who on Earth might have ratted you out?

is it the rival gang? Or your comrades?

you didn't know so you had no choice but to return back to the gang you left a week ago.

Taehyung's father was more than happy to have his one and only trusted right hand man back and Taehyung was beyond ecstatic.

afterall his plan worked, you indeed came back to him.

"You're not leaving me Y/N, never ever." He spoke to himself with a fond smile while observing your shooting practice from a distance.

Hope you liked it luvs! Tysm for reading ♡

[sarawritestories]

Obey

High Lord Eris Vanserra X Fem Reader (Tamlin's Sister)

1000 Follower Celebration Post

Summary: You and Eris find your own entertainment at a party you were both forced to be at.

Content Warning: MINORS DNI 18+ Content, P in V, sex in public (Adjacent) . D/S Dynamics, degradation kink, praise kink, bondage.

1000 Follower Celebration Masterlist

The party was in full swing at the Spring Court. Though it wasn't a surprised that everyone would attend, this was the first time Tamlin had hosted anything since rebuilding his court from scratch. Everyone was curious to see how he was fairing, like your brother was some kind of animal to be gawked at. Tamlin approached you, a tight expression on his face. "I need some air."

You leaned up to kiss his cheek, "You're doing great." You encouraged and he gave you a small smile.

"I would be lost without you, go enjoy the party. I'll be back after a walk through the gardens." With that, the High Lord of the Spring and your older brother walked away. He knew you hated parties and that you simply clung to the wall most of the time, but he insisted you had to make an appearance and not be able to deny him anything here you were. A teal chiffon gown, the bodice that accentuated your amble breast, had floral designs that bled down to the skirt with gold accents. The sleeve billowing out with gold trim at the elbows, the dress was exquisite. Your hair fell in soft curls, a hair pin holding half up in a bun. You were a vision of spring, and you knew lingering eyes were roaming your body tonight.

Grabbing a flute of sparkling fae wine you walked around the outskirts of the party. Finding a spot near the wall to observe members of various courts dancing and twirling about in the colors of their respected homes. Ignoring the sight of Feyre and Rhys with the new heir of the Night Court who had approached your earlier in the night being cordial but there was a bitterness their for how they treated your brother that you simply could not let go of.

"Now what do we have here?" Your back straightened as your eyes shifted to the owner of the deep rich voice beside me. Eris Vanserra's russet eyes met mine. He was a vision, his copper red hair combed back and tamed, His red vest with a gold intricate design complimented his dark orange tunic, his brown pants accentuating his thighs thick from riding his mare no doubt, they matched his riding boots that looked as though they have been recently shined. Your eyes grazed back up to his face his freckles on full display with the fae lights and it might have been the wine going to your head, but his pink plump lips were desirable, and your mind wandered to his lips on your skin, his fingers..

Eris cleared his throat bringing your attention back to his eyes, they held mischief in them. "Tell me, Bunny." You bristled at the nickname for you, "If my memory serves right, you despise events like this. Why are you here?"

"This is my home, Vanserra." You quipped, "I'm obeying my brother's orders." He hummed whether in approval or otherwise you weren't sure. You tore your gaze away from the new High Lord of Autumn, and back to the dance floor. "If my memory serves right, you also despise these things. Why are you here?" You downed the rest of your wine placing the empty glass on the table beside you.

"I'm obeying orders. My advisors said it would be unsavory, if I didn't appear at the first party Tamlin has hosted since your court was destroyed." Your breath hitched as his mouth was close to your ear, "Apologies, I forgot to mention how breathtaking you look tonight." His fingers lightly traced of yours a shiver coursed down your spine. "Did you notice that every male and a few females have been admiring you tonight?"

"Yes." Your answer was short and barely a whisper. His hand grazed up your arm as his nose traced along your jaw. "Eris?"

"Bunny?" He replied his hand moved toward your waist and slowly, agonizingly so, slid his hand up your bodice and indecent gesture in front of some many curious eyes could turn and see you two in a compromising postion.

"Would you like to join me in disobeying orders?" You squeaked slightly as Eris pulled you flush against his body.

There was a low growl emulating from his chest as he nibbled your ear lobe, "So long as you are able to obey mine?" His voice was husky and laced with lust.

Your breath quickened, and you were aware that it brought attention to your breast, pushed upward thanks to the corset that lay underneath. You could feel the High Lord of Autumn's eyes on them, and you could only imagine the vile things he was thinking. Not being able to hold restraint, he allowed his fingers to trace the swells of your chest that felt like they could burst out of your dress, "Bunny, I asked you a question. I don't like to repeat myself." His hand enveloped over one of your tits and squeezed, causing you to sharply inhale at the boldness of the move.

"Yes, High Lord, I can obey your orders." You moaned fighting not to close your eyes. As if the mother had dumped cold water over your overheated skin as Tamlin walked back into the room. "Tamlin." you whispered, and Eris's eyes met your line of sight.

Eris released you, and you yearned for his touch once more, "Go and tell you have fallen ill and would like to go rest. Then you will talk to no one and head to your room. I'll be waiting."

"Okay." You began to walk away as he gripped the back of your neck. You turned to face him once more as his hand slid to grip your throat.

"Bunny, that's not how you address me."

"Apologies. Master."

Eris smiled, and your heart fluttered, "Good Girl. Now go." He turned and left the room without second glance, leaving you to deal with your brother.

Pinching your cheeks, you walked back toward Tamlin, who had found Lucien. Quickly, you shielded your scent to hide the evident arousal there. "Hey, Flower," Tamlin greeted, his smile falling as he saw your face. "You alright."

I gave a faux weak smile, "I think I ate something bad, I'm not feeling well." I glanced to Lucien, who was covering his face with the back of his hand, the evident smile on his smug face.

"Go rest sweetheart, I'll see you in the morning." Tamlin kissed your cheek.

"If she can walk in the morning." Lucien murmured.

"What was that?" Tamlin asked.

Lucien's metallic eyed whirred to me, and he winked with his good eye, "Oh nothing, Tamlin, let's go find something stronger than wine, shall we?"

Lucien pulled your brother away, and you quickly turned to head to your room, only for Feyre and Rhys to block your way to the exit. "Y/N, it's so nice to see you." Feyre beamed.

You will talk to no one and head to your room.

Eris's words rang through your head, but you couldn't be rude. "Likewise. I'm sorry to cut you off. I am really not feeling well and long for my bed."

Rhys nodded his head. Of course, we simply wanted to say hello and offer our gratitude for your invitation tonight." Rhys bowed and placed a hand on Feyre's back and guided her away, but not before giving you a knowing smirk. Once they were out of your way, you moved swiftly from the ballroom to your awaiting High Lord.

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Eris sat in one of the large lounge chairs residing in your sitting room, staring at the flames crackling in your fireplace. "You're late, Bunny."

You walked in front of him and slid to your knees how he liked you. Your head downcast, "I'm sorry, Master, I ran into the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. They cornered me."

Eris's calloused fingers gripped your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze, the warm light of the fire making him appear like one of the old God's. "Did they hurt you?" His tone serious, he knew your relationship with the Night Court was complicated at best.

"No. Not outside of making me uncomfortable." Rage fuelled his eyes. As the fire flared out the hearth partially, you gripped his wrist, and it grounded the male. "Eris." He looked at you, the fire dimming behind you as his eyes shifted from rage to lust. "I'm okay."

"Did you speak to them?" His authoritative tone returning you to that space, where you gave all control to him. Eris Vanserra, the only male who made you feel safe, protected, and loved, in this space.

"Yes, Master." Shame laced your voice as he released his grip on you. Your head snapping back down to your lap.

"So you disobeyed my orders?" Eris rose as you remained in place.

Your lip wobbled as shame and guilt flooded your body, "Yes, Master."

"Remind me, Bunny, what is your punishment when you disobey my orders."

"I get spanked, Master."

"Not today." You fought the urge to meet his gaze in surprise. "It's been too long since I've seen you, and though I enjoy seeing your ass turn that pretty shade of red, I much rather punish you a different way. You can lift your head, pet."

You did so and met his copper eyes, "Safe word?"

"Leaf." Your murmured.

"Good, put your hands behind your back hands clasped together." You did as he asked, and with a wave of his hands, fire looped around your wrist, cynching them together. The flames were warm against your skin but not enough to hurt. It brought a form of comfort. "Your punishment is you are not aloud to touch me."

You pouted, and tears lined your eyes as panic set in. It had been months since you last touched him and ran your fingers through his silky curls, months since you held him close and basked in the comfort of his presence, "But Master, I've missed you. I want your touch."

Eris' eyes softened, and he came and wiped your tears, his lips then meeting yours. You tested the bonds, they wouldn't budge, and he pressed his forehead to yours. "Tell you what, Bunny. You be on your best behavior, and I will take the bonds off of you."

You nodded, and he kissed you again. The thread wrapped around your heart, tethering you to him warmed in approval of the close proximity. Eris pulled away and hovered over your lips, your eyes still closed. He whispered, "First, I think you need a reminder of who you belong to." He cupped your cheek, and you hummed at his touch, leaning into his warm hand. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you felt his soft lips on both eyes lids. "You beautiful creature." His thumb dragged across your bottom. His free hand slid through your hair, removing the hair pin your curls that were held up joining the rest of your hair. He gripped your hair and yanked, eliciting a moan from your throat. Eris' tongue slid across the column of your throat. He yanked once more, "Who do you belong to?" He growled.

"Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court." You breathed out, squirming against your bonds.

Eris released his grip on you, "Good girl. Open those pretty eyes and open your mouth," You opened your eyes as Eris rose to his full height. Opening your mouth, he quirked a brow, "Tongue out, Bunny." You slid your tongue out as he told you, earning you his signature smirk.He maintained eye contact as he slid off his boots, pants, and stockings. Then, he moved to his upper body to remove his vest and his tunic. Saliva began to drip from your tongue as his athletic lean body on display. He slowly removed the remaining article of clothing on his person, and you struggled against your bonds, the heat from the flames growing warmer matching their owners' burning desire, longing to touch him. A trail of saliva coating your breast as his cock sprung from the confines of his undergarments. "My my, you are making quite the mess, Bunny." He walked forward, swiping the tip and scooping up the drool on your chest, smearing his arousal as he did so. He tapped his member in your tongue, "Lick."

You quickly lapped up your mess, resisting the urge to wrap your mouth around him. He hummed as he threaded his fingers through your hair. "You are too good to me, Sweet Girl. My good little Bunny."

Arousal pooled in your belly at his praise. He stepped away, keeping his cock out of reach from your tongue he began stroking himself and you watched his hand with intense desire. You pressed your thighs tightly together to gain more friction. Eris' pace quickened, and you began to pant yearning to taste him, drool rippling down from the tip of your tongue soaking the edge of your bodice, the gown since forgotten, your only focus was Eris. "I'm close, Bunny. Keep that pretty little mouth open for me." I stuck my tongue out wider and moaned.

Eris groaned, his knees buckling slightly as the warmth of his orgasm hit your tongue, your face, and your breast. You kept your mouth open until he milked the last drop. He hummed as he looked back to you. "You are a vision. My seed all over you. Claiming you. Marking you as mine." He knelt to reach your eye level and gripped. "What would your brother think? If he saw you like this, hm?" He scooped his release, dripping from your cheek with the crook of his finger. "You think he would be dissapointed that his baby sister on her knees, panting like wanton whore?" You nod your head, your panties drenched as another wave of arousal at his degrading words. "Swallow." You immediately closed your mouth, swallowing your saliva and his cum. Opening immediately, he grinned, "Good, girl." He placed his finger in your mouth and began feeding the remaining cum to you until you were clean.

"Master. Please, I want to touch you." You whimpered.

Eris cooed, "Not yet." You cried, longing to pull his body close to yours. "But I do think you are wearing too many clothes." He snapped his fingers, and your clothes and undergarments were gone. He gripped you under your arms and hoisted you up. Your legs were screaming in protest for being in one spot for so long. Eris slid his arm around your waist. "You okay?" Eris murmured.

"Yes, Master." You smiled, Eris returned with one of his own, kissing your lips, the taste of wine on his tongue.

The High Lord pulled away and swiftly threw you over your shoulder and you couldn't retain the giggle that bubbled to the surface. He walked toward your bedroom.

You could almost hear the smile on the eldest Vanserra's brothers lips, "What are you giggling about?"

"Nothing, Master." You cleared your throat in hopes that your laughter would die down. It didn't.

Eris sighed, "This is supposed to be your punishment." He put you down and pressed you against your bed post, as your giggling began to slow. His eyes intensely watching the joy radiating of you and that disarming smile of yours that made that gold thread tug against his heart. He leaned his arm over your head and cupped your cheek. The light in your eyes as your smile remained on your soft features, "I missed you." He whispered, and in a vast moment you were free from his flames.

"I thought-

You didn't get to finish your sentence as his mouth slanted over yours. You gripped his bare waist as he pulled away pressing his forehead to yours. "No thinking, I missed my mate, I missed her touch," A kiss, "Her eyes," Another, "Her lips." This kiss was slow and made your stomach flutter. "No games tonight."

Tears welled in your eyes, As you latched your arms around his neck, Eris quick to wrap his arms around your waist. "I missed you too." The tears came out; you couldn't help it his scent of autumn leaves, embers and a hint of cinnamon, felt like home. He was your home. "Your absence is barely tolerable. Its when I seek reprieve in the comfort of your arms and am denied; that's when the pain becomes unbearable for me." Your buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Bunny." He whispered his hand rubbing your bare back. "I feel it too. I'm here now."

"How much longer must we do this, Eris?" Eris held you close and pressed his lips to the side of your head.

Eris lightly pulled you away. His thumbs swiping your tear stained cheeks, "Not long, Bunny. I promise." You nodded and gripped his wrists pressing your thumbs on his pulse point. "Should we just sleep, Love?"

"No. I want you to kiss me." You bit your lip.

"Is that all you want, Bunny?" Eris questioned his thumb moved, tugging your bottom lip from your teeth.

"I want you Eris. All of you," you whispered. "Please."

"Well since you asked so nicely." He crashed his lips to yours and gripping your thighs he hoisted you up and you squealed as he placed you on to the bed. Tongues clashing and hands began to wander. Eris hands groped your breast his fingers pinching your nipples. You moaned arching your back. Your arms snaked around his neck, his lips moved from yours as he lowered his mouth down your neck. His canines bit down on the patch of skin connecting your neck and your collar bone. You screamed as he slides down his mouth latching on to your nipple.

"Eris," You moaned as your hand rakes through his red hair his curls becoming unruly from the warmth of your room. Eris took your sensitive bud between his teeth and twist. You yanked on his hair and he released your nipple with a pop.

"Look at you so reactive tonight." He hummed against your skin, now coated with perspiration. His mouth reaching lower to the place you longed for him to be. He gripped your thighs, "I love how your body sings for me." He placed light kisses on your thigh and your clasped onto your silk sheets and clung them tightly until your knuckles turned white. He sucked against the skin of your thigh his hands preventing you from squeezing your legs. Unable to control him self he sank his teeth into your tender flesh. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your hips flexed and a lewd moan escaped your mouth.

"Mouth or Cock?" Eris asked.

"Cock. Please."

Eris' tongue slid over your center, "You sure?" He lightly blew and you gasped.

"Eris!" You whined. "Just do something!" You turned your head.

The High Lord tsked and rubbed your thumb against your clit. "A little on edge, Bunny?"

You lifted your head and glared at your mate. "Eris. If you don't fuck me, so help me I will send you to the mother myself."

"How can I deny my mate?" He slid his fingers into your folds. "Oh so tight." You placed your head back onto the bed lifting your hips. Eris placed a palm over your abdomen and pushes your hip back down. "Let me take care of you, Bunny." He began moving his finger in and out. "I just need to prep you."

"Hmmm." You hummed as your eyes fluttered close. Your hands moved to your breast and you felt eyes on you as you squeezed your tits. His thumb continuously rubs against her clit, while his fingers kept a steady pace.

"You look so beautiful right now." Eris murmured, your back arched your hair splayed out on the bed, your swollen lips is slightly parted, your chest rising and falling in short pants, hands still groping your own tits.

Your eyes opened and you noticed his forehead gleamed with sweat but he looked so beautiful in the moonlight. The light providing a halo atop of his head the pale light giving his copper hair . Your heart raced at the sight of him and all the pain and longing for him near long forgotten as he smiles at you. He leaned over and kissed you. His fingers moving in your core at a rapid pace and he swallowed your moan. His mouth hovered over yours, he took in your scent of fresh cut flowers, "You are divine, my little Bunny." You moaned as you could feel the familiar sensation at the pit of your stomach.

"I love you." You whispered. You moved your hand and gripped his back, nails clawing at his tanned skin.

"And I you," He pressed his thumb against your swollen bud and your eyes crossed, "Gonna cum on my fingers, Pretty girl."

You blankly nod your head as the sensation builds. Eris began sucking on your neck and as his teeth grazed your neck stars covered your vision as you orgasm. "Eris." his name escaped your lips.

Eris continued moving his fingers having you ride out your high. When you finished and your eyes grew heavy, removed his fingers. "You still with me, Bunny?"

"I'm here." You whispered. Your hooded eyes watch as Eris begins to sucks his fingers clean. "You're pretty."

Eris hummed, "Not nearly as pretty as you, Gorgeous." He moved in between your legs his cock lining up with your pussy. "Can you give me one more?"

"Yes, Eris, Please I need you."

He slides inside you and you gasp as he stretches you out. The pain mixing with pleasure as he fully sheathes himself in you. He holds out his hands and you lace your fingers through his, and he lightly pinned them to the bed. "My beautiful mate."

You smiled as he moved his hips until only the tip was left in you and he thrust into you and your backs arched. His hands squeezed yours keeping you grounded and not lost in your bliss. His hips rolled and each thrust was met with a moan of your own. He leaned down his chest pressing down on your own as his lips find yours. This kiss feels like the reunion you two had been waiting for. and the word that kept repeating in your mind:

Home

Home

Home

The High Lord of the Autumn Court was your beacon home.

Eris' hips become erratic and his breathing becomes labored as groans escape through his lips rumbling onto your own. He releases one of your hands to rub your swollen clit his thumb swirling in a pleasurable pace. Your eyes roll once more as your second orgasm builds. "Eris, I'm close."

"Me too, Love." His hips slam against yours the sound of skin colliding and the moans from both of you fill the room. "Come with me, Bunny." He pinches your clit and you scream out as he lets out a roar of his own as your orgasms collide.

He kisses your knuckles as he continues to roll his hips slowly, and your hips meet his. He trails kisses up your torso. Your body overheated but still responsive to his touch as it twitched on its own. He kisses your cheek and grips your head, bringing it closer to his. "My Bunny." He kissed your nose as he slowly pulled out of you, and you whined already missing him inside you.

"My cruel wicked Fox." You muttered. he chuckled, sliding off the bed. The moonlight highlights every scar and ab on his body. Your eyes couldn't help but gravitate toward his ass on full display. Arousal hit you, and when he faced you, he chuckled.

"Insatiable, you are." He said as his arms wrapped around you and hoisting you up. He carried you toward your bathing chambers. You hummed in contentment as you leaned your head against your high lord, your loving partner, your mate.

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Eris watched you from across the tub. You melted into the warm water, which he made sure stayed warm to ease your muscles. Your face relaxed a lopsided smile on your face. Under the fae lights and your naked form, you resembled a goddess. Though Eris would argue that your beauty outshined even the Mother herself. The High Lord thanks her though every day for bringing you to him.He couldn't help but provide a smile of his own. You always managed to pull Eris into smiling more just by being in his presence. He ran his fingers through his wet coppery locks and reminded himself that he came here for a reason.

"Bunny?"

"Hmm," You didn't meet his eyes, too blissed out to give him your full attention.

"You're going to be gathering your things in the next few days. I'm bringing you back home with me when I leave at the end of the week."

You hummed again...then his words dawned on you, your eyes opened wide as you sat up straight in the tub, "What?"

Eris gave you his playful wink, "Well, my High Lady can't be living in the Spring Court while in power can she?"

You blinked, "Eris, what are you saying?"

He moved to you he gripped your waist and pressed his forehead to yours. "I'm saying, I want my mate home with me. I want to wake up to your beautiful eyes and kissable lips. I want to create a better place for my people with you beside me to do so. Especially knowing you were the heart of restoring the Spring Court. I want to hold you in the evening, and sneak away to fuck you. I want family. I want you as my wife, my High Lady, the mother of my children. I want all of you fully."

You weren't sure you were breathing when you choked out, "No more hiding?"

"No more hiding."

You met his russet eyes, twinkling in the fae lights, a smile on your lips. "Tamlin?"

"Gave me his blessing this morning, Love." He kissed your lips.

Excitement bubbled in your chest, and the golden thread of your bond sang a ballad of celebration that your souls would be together again.

"Ask me again." You whispered.

He smiled, "Bunny, Will you join me in the Autumn Court, to be my wife, and My High Lady?"

"Yes!" You kissed his cheek, "Yes!" His other cheek, "Yes!" His forehead, "Yes!" Your lips touched his briefly. "I need you to know." You swiped a stray lock of hair from his face. "Eris Vanserra, I love you, I was yours the moment you laid eyes on me. From this point forward, I will not leave your side. Everything we do. We do together." You held out your pinky.

Eris chuckled but wrapped his pinky with yours, "Together."

You smiled, pushing him lightly so his back was against the tub. You crawled over and straddled him. With a languid kiss, you guided his hard cock into your entrance and moaned as he entered you with ease. "Allow my first act as High Lady to give my High Lord the praise he deserves." Eris moaned as you began to ride his cock. Knowing there would be little sleep that night as you both continued to professed your love for each other with words and lingering touches.

All. Night. Long.

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The time we had come, your bags packed. Eris was talking with the coach man as Tamlin appeared at the steps. You felt a hand on your shoulder to find your mate smiling, "Go on." He encouraged nudging you. You smiled and gathered your lavender tooled skirts, the bodice having white lace over purple silk, your last outfit you'll wear as a member of the Spring Court. Though Eris insisted that your dresses come with you knowing you would want a piece of your former home with. You ran up the steps to meet your brother and leapt in his arms.

"Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?" Tamlin whispered in your ear.

You pulled away, "No, I was just making sure everything was there. I was going to find you." The reality of you leaving home and your brother hit you like a tidal wave.

Tamlin pulled you into another hug, "No tears, Flower." He cooed as he stroked your straightened hair. "I'll see you often."

"I'm not worried about seeing you. I'm worried about you. Will you be okay?" He pulled you away so he could look you in the eyes.

"I will be fine! It's time for you to be with your mate. So we can both stop pretending you're a good liar." Your mouth fell to the floor as he continued, "Flower, I knew from day one what was going on. I was hoping you would tell me."

"I'm sorry, I just knew you needed me here."

Tamlin chuckled, "Eris said as much when he told me all those years ago when the bond snapped." Your head turned to the Red-Haired male's ears twitching, indicating he was listening but not turning to engage. "He asked me to keep you safe while he handled Beron. He was preparing me should things have gone poorly." Tamlin kissed your cheek as he looped your arms to his and walked you down to the carriage.

"I'll miss you." You whispered, squeezing your brother's arm. His teal jacket covering the muscles underneath the gold lining it reflecting off the warm spring sun.

He turned to face me his emerald eyes lined with silver, the first time you ever recalled seeing him with tears in them. "And I you. But I will be there for your wedding." He cupped your cheek, so fatherly he practically raised you all these years, "I'll be there front and center for your coronation." He gripped you in a hug. "You are going to make a fine High Lady! Autumn is lucky to have you."

"I love you, Tam." You whispered, burying your face in his shoulder for a moment.

"I love you, more. Being your brother is my greatest honor." He murmured.

"Being your sister is mine." You whimpered as Tamlin wiped your tears. The two of you both looked to Eris, who smiled.

Tamlin shook his hand, "Take care of her."

Eris dipped his head in respect, "I would rather pierce my own heart than to see her get hurt."

Tamlin nodded his head in approval and kissed you cheek once more. He opened the carriage door, "I expect you to write."

You rolled your eyes, wiping the remaining tears. "Of course." He held his hand out to help guide you into the carriage, and Eris followed. To door closed and As the Carriage moved you looked behind to give your brother a final wave.

When Tamlin was no longer in sight you turned to your mate and smiled. "To our next adventure, Eris."

Eris leaned over to you, kissing you like a man starved. "To our next adventure, High Lady.

And as you headed into the forest, the path leading to the Autumn Court a beast with Emerald eyes kept in step with your carriage, making sure you and your mate crossed the border safely.

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[bloomingdayswithyou]

can I make a request for obey me? How the 7 brothers would flirt with a female mc? thanks!!!

How would the brothers flirt with MC

Author’s note: I usually would do only 3, but I couldn’t choose so I just did all of them <3

You can check pt. 2 with other characters here

1. Lucifer:

Lucifer's flirting style with mc includes a balance of refinement and intellectual charm. He values intelligence and elegance and appreciates those qualities on a person.

When flirting with her, Lucifer would often invite her to formal events, treating her like a lady. He would extend his arm for a graceful dance or engage her in sophisticated conversations during lavish parties.

Lucifer's compliments would focus on her intellect, wit, and ability to handle complex matters.

He would appreciate her for that, acknowledging her opinions and valuing her insights.

His admiration for her would manifest through thoughtful gestures, such as presenting her with rare books or inviting her to join him in discussions about literature, history or other topics.

In private moments, however, Lucifer might reveal his vulnerable side, opening up about the pressures of his role as the Avatar of Pride and expressing how mc’s presence brings him solace.

He might engage her in philosophical debates, relishing the intellectual simulation their conversations provide.

2. Mammon:

His flirtatious behavior towards mc is filled with playful banter and a hint of protectiveness.

He adores mc and is often torn between wanting to impress her and teasing her relentlessly.

He would refer to her as “Princess” or “Darlin’”, playfully using terms like these to establish a sense of familiarity and affection.

Mammon’s attempts at impressing her would involve flashy gifts or extravagant gestures. He might sweep her off her feet with surprises, like organizing a private fireworks display or reserving an entire amusement park for a day of exclusive fun.

Despite his nature, his possessiveness would become evident when other people show interest in mc. He would make it his mission to get all of her attention, constantly reminding her of his affection and playfully challenging anyone who dares to come close.

While his flirting includes teasing and cheeky compliments about mc’s appearance, he also has moments of vulnerability where he reveals his fears and insecurities.

Being the Avatar of Greed, he might struggle with self-stem and worry that he isn’t enough for mc.

In these moments, mc’s reassurance and genuine care would mean the world to him, and he would shower her with affection, showcasing his genuine feelings.

3. Leviathan:

Levi’s approach to flirting with mc revolves around their shared interests and virtual escapades.

He appreciates her understanding and acceptance of his passion for games and anime, finding solace in her presence.

When flirting, Levi would invite her to gaming sessions, exploring various virtual worlds together and experiencing thrilling adventures side by side.

He would discuss strategy and tactics with her, valuing her insights and appreciating her ability to think strategically.

Levi might recommend new games or anime that he thinks she would enjoy, taking pleasure in introducing her to his favorite titles.

In the virtual realm, he would be more confident and expressive, allowing their connection to flourish.

As their bond deepens, Levi might shyly confess his affection, expressing how grateful he is to have found someone who appreciates his hobbies and understands him.

He would reveal the extent of his vulnerability, sharing stories of his struggles with social interactions and the comfort he finds in their companionship.

In these moments, Levi’s affectionate side shines through, and he becomes more open and expressive about his feelings.

4. Satan:

His flirting style centers around intellectual and literary pursuits.

As an avid reader, Satan is drawn to her intellect and curiosity. He finds joy in their shared love for books and knowledge, viewing her as a kindred spirit.

When flirting, Satan would recommend books, poems, or thought-provoking articles that he thinks mc would appreciate, sparking engaging discussions between them.

They might spend time in the library together, exchanging ideas and delving into deep conversations about their favorite authors or literary theories.

Satan would value her insights and opinions, seeking her perspectives on various subjects. His compliments would focus on her intelligence, insightfulness, and the stimulating discussions they have.

His affectionate side would surface when they are alone, away from the prying eyes of his demon brothers.

In these private moments, he would reveal his vulnerabilities, sharing personal stories and embracing her as a trusted confidant.

He might express his gratitude for her presence in his life, describing how she brings balance to his sometimes chaotic emotions.

Satan’s flirting would Inter wine with profound conversations, creating a deep emotional connection between them.

5. Asmodeus:

Asmo would employ his instinct for glamour and beauty to captivate mc.

He finds joy in adorning others with his fashion expertise and takes pride in enhancing their appearance. When flirting, Asmo would offer fashion advice, helping her choose stylish outfits that accentuate her features and personality.

He might even design unique ensembles for her, showcasing his creativity and attention to detail.

Asmo would plan spa days or makeovers, pampering mc with luxurious treatments that make her feel like a queen.

He would compliment her on her beauty, highlighting her elegance and grace. As the Avatar of Lust, his flirtatious remarks would often revolve around her physical appearance, but he would also emphasize the beauty he sees within her, appreciating her inner radiance.

Beyond the superficial, Asmo is also caring and affectionate. He would create a safe space for mc, encouraging her to open up about her dreams, desires and insecurities.

He would showe her with compliments, recognizing her strengths and making her feel cherished and desired.

Asmo would revel in romantic gestures, believing that love should be celebrated and expressed in a bold way.

6. Beelzebub:

His flirting style revolves around shared meals and engaging in physical activities together.

He find comfort in their companionship and appreciates mc’s understanding of his insatiable appetite.

When flirting, Beel would invite her to try delicious foods, cooking for her or taking her to the best entries in the demon realm.

They might embark on culinary adventures, discovering unique flavors and bonding over shared gastronomic experiences. Beel might challenge her to eating contests, playfully competing with her while sharing hearty laughs.

Through these activities, he would express his desire to experience the hoys of life with her by his side.

In addition to this, Beel would encourage her to participate in physical activities like sports, workouts, our outdoor adventures.

He would cherish their time together and celebrate their shared interests. Beel’s flirtatious gestures would often be accompanied by his infectious laughter and warmth, creating and atmosphere of happiness and friendship.

7. Belphegor

Belphie’s flirtatious behavior towards mc is infused with humor, laziness, and a touch of mischief.

He often appears uninterested but secretly keeps an eye on her, observing her every move.

When flirting, Belphie would playfully tease her, pretending to be uninterested while dropping hints of his affection to catch her attention.

He might engage in witty banter, using his dry wit and sarcasm to make her laugh. Belphie would suggest fun and relaxed activities that cater to their shared laziness, such as napping together, binge-watching shows, or enjoying lazy afternoons under a shared blanket.

In these moments, he would create a comfortable and lighthearted atmosphere, allowing mc to feel at ease in his presence.

Belphie’s flirtation would often involve subtle gestures that express his care and protectiveness.

He might fall asleep next to mc, subconsciously seeking her warmth and companionship. His mischief would give away to moments of vulnerability, where he reveals his true emotions and the depth of his feelings.

Belphie would cherish mc’s ability to accept him for who he is and would shower her with affectionate gestures that reflect his genuine care and admiration.

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[spidybaby]

Pedri the type

Summary: A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Pedri would be ✨️

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: I thought of this because I was cleaning my wattpad library, finding like 5 books with this type of content. I thought, "Why not with Pedri," and here it is. Hope you guys like it 💛 (Disclamer here: Even tho I took inspiration on the title, I didn't use any of the types that the books included. I wrote his based on the type I think Pedri would be in my mind.)

The type of boyfriend

He would be the type to ask you to play with him and let you win all the time just so you can be happy.

"I promise is easy, please come play." He says from the chair in his game room. "If you win, I'll get you that drink you love."

You at first would be skeptical about his words, knowing that even Fer took time to learn how to play, so you would deny over and over his request of playing.

"Two," you say, messing with him. "And some takeout." You smile at him.

"Deal, now bring your pretty ass over here so we can play." He patt his lap, you obey his words and take a controller.

He explained the game, how to move, and how to attack. "Let's do this, preciosa." He says, kissing your neck.

The game was easy, like he said. You were winning. Sometimes, he would say things like, "How are you so good?" Or "You're beating me in my own game."

When the game was over, you were celebrating the victory. Little did you know that he let you win. Wanting to see you this happy and also sharing some time with him while doing his favorite activities.

"You did it." He laughs. "Let's go get those drinks." He says, grabbing your hand and elevating it to symbolize the victory.

In the interviews, he always has this aura of a calm person, so I feel he's the type to be the calm one in the relationship. Even if you're a calm person, he would be even more.

"This dude is getting on my nerves." You say. It's the first time you drive him around. And not to lie, you did have a very hard day.

First, your coffee machine wasn't working. Second, your laundry was ruined due to a red piece of clothing that you didn't notice, and now your white stuff is pink. And third, you got late to your classes, and the professor call you out in front of everyone.

"Calm down, tiger." He positioned his hand on top of yours, something you do when he's driving. "It's just some prick honking.

"I know it's just." You pause to take a breath. "I can't move, it's fucking trattic, we're stuck and he's honking as if I can move." You say angry.

"It's okay." He kisses your cheek. Making you feel less angry at the dude behind you in traffic.

He's the type to share the gossip that happens in the field and the dressing room.

"No way." You're surprised, not believing his words. "But why did he say that?" You ask confused.

"We don't know. Honestly, we were as surprised as you're right now." He says, eyes fixed on your face.

"But." You begin, not finding the words. "Wow."

"I mean, if you ask me." He says, his tone is a different one, one he uses when you're sharing gossip. "I think he's jealous of Frenkie. He got voted more than him to became captain."

"So you're telling me that he's not into the captains?" You ask, surprised again. He shakes his head no, answering you. "I thought Xavi told him that he already was."

"We thought the same, but Xavi asked us to vote again, and he lost like fifty percent of the votes he got the last time we voted" He says, relaxing, sinkin more into the bed as he shares the gossip of the day with you.

"Did you vote for him?" You ask curious.

"I vote for Frenkie."

"As you should." You laugh.

Even if he says he doesn't dance, he would do it at a private event or a family event, like he's not the one to go to the dance floor mid party but at some point he's like "Okay okay, let's go dance." And he has the rhythm, so I know he can move.

He notices the way you're moving to the rhythm in your seat. He declined your offer to dance, not being confident enough to dance with alm your family present.

But, he can't deny that seeing you sit down with him, in order to not leave him alone, was something he didn't plan for you to do.

He's not a dancer. He has some moves here and there, yes. But not the type to go out on a Friday night to dance.

Your cousin offers you to go to dance, you say no, because you didn't want him to be alone. And about an hour later, you can't keep your eyes out of the dance floor.

"Wanna dance?" He asks, taking you by surprise. You look at him in the eyes, not sure if he's joking.

"You wanna dance?" You ask, just to make sure you're hearing correctly.

"Yes, it's time for you to show me some moves." He stands up, taking your hand in his. "Let's go dance, preciosa." He moves his shoulders to the beat.

Your smile is as big as the cat in Alice in Wonderland. And he loves that. He loves making you happy.

He's the type to answer any type of message or send you funny ones in the middle of the night.

🏷: @gaviandgrizisgirl 💛😋

[obm-avenquire]

Obey Me! Seven Minutes In Heaven Hell

[I’m honouring my rotten god awful roots from hell. Put up with it. I hope this gives someone whiplash. I am writing this both as a joke and with complete sincerity and i wont be explaining myself if you get it you get it if you dont then i hope youll find it entertaining anyway. I used my own deviantart for 2012 for reference for this]

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Another day, another party in the Devildom. 

You have no idea how any of them have energy for all this - it feels like every week someone will pull some cause for celebration out of thin air and suddenly they’ve hired a catering company and a truckload of helium balloons. Of course, Diavolo - fuelled by his unending fear of missing out and need for enrichment - enables it every time, doing everything he can to get himself and everyone else you know invited. Which is…fine, you like seeing them all. In moderation. At none noisy crowded events. Ah, well. Such is the burden of a dating sim protagonist. Slumber parties at the castle are a little less high maintenance at least.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when Asmodeus calls your name, waving you over with Demonus-flushed cheeks before dragging you away from the balcony and back into the big guest room-turned-common-room-sleeping-area. You definitely think there’s a better way to phrase that, but you barely have time to think when Asmo is pushing you to sit down in the collective circle (his strength always surprises you, and he’s maybe just a little too tipsy to regulate it properly), pressing a kiss on your cheeks before running off to herd together the rest of the group.

You look around the circle, giving Satan an affirming but vague nod that he returns with an equally innocuous smile, which you accept as you always do and go back to your usual little headcount. Belphegor was dozing on the sofa, threatening to sprawl over Satan (who was ‘gently’ repositioning him whenever necessary), Mephistopholes (who had invited himself) was preaching his very special gospel to Beelzebub at the snack table while Asmodeus did whatever he could to wrangle the younger away because his plate was basically just a tower of snacks at this point and he could always get more later so if he would just pleeeeaaaaasssee-

You stop paying attention, instead giving Simeon and Raphael a little wave as they walk in.

“Welcome back,” You shuffle over slightly to make space for the two of them, Simeon sitting down next to you as Raphael decides to stand rigidly slightly off to the side just a little behind the sofa, and just…stay there. Well, whatever makes him comfortable, you guess. “Did Luke arrive safe?”

“He did, thankfully,” Simeon smiles, tucking his phone into the pockets of his trousers, “I can’t believe Serun broke all their bones and had to be hospitalised again. I feel awful not being able to visit, but, well…” He sighs, shrugging, “He wanted to go himself, and insisted he could manage, so…You know how he i-”

“What? I only came because I was promised melon cake!” You’re not sure where Thirteen popped up from, but she’s already on the armchair in the corner, kicking her legs over the armrests as she rolls her eyes. “What a waste of time.”

“Oh! Well, he still finished that, actually, so-” There’s a distinctive arcane shink sound that cuts Simeon off mid sentence. “Now, Raphael, put the spear away, you can’t do that here-” Ever the stickler for manners, it seems. Oh well. Not your problem. 

“Hey, so I’ve been meaning to ask.” Thirteen raises her eyebrows at your voice, pupils knife-like and theatrically bitchy in the dim candlelight.  “Why are you covered in soot.” 

“Well,” She scoffs, clicking her tongue, “Since someone-” She glares at Solomon from across the room, who smiles very nicely and innocently through his conversation with Barbatos- “Decided to ‘dismantle’-” She does incredibly heavy and repeated air quotes with her fingers, “My special little bomb boy it exploded all wrong!”

“I understand completely. I’m sorry someone would ever do something so awful to you, you don’t deserve that even slightly.” She snorts, balling up the tissue she was using to wipe the ashes off her forearm and throws it at your head. It disintegrates in midair before so much as making contact, and you squint over in the sorcerer's direction. He’s not even looking your way, and Barbatos whispers something you can’t make out to him as Thirteen groans and throws up her hands in frustration, sliding into what must be an incredibly uncomfortable position. It doesn’t seem to bother her, though, and she picks at her nails grumpily. Oh well!

“-Stop complainin’ already, would it really kill ya to join in?” Mammon is doing everything in his power to pull Levi through the door by the collar of his coat, but the younger seems to be trying to retract his own head into his shirt like a turtle to try and get out of it. 

“You’re killing me you’re the worst and I hate youandIhopeeverythingbadeverhappenstoyoua-” 

“Yeah yeah whatever. Shut up and sit.” Mammon slings his arm over Levi’s shoulder, dragging him down into the circle just as Lucifer and Diavolo finally come back from whatever it was they were getting done. 

“Lucifer, don’t make that face!” Diavolo nudges his bestest of friends, who looks particularly miserable, even as Barbartos silently refills his glass before they all, too, sit to join, the prince and his right hand man on the final empty sofa, the butler instead choosing to kneel neatly a little off to the side from Mammon and Levi. Satan adeptly shoves Belphegor upwards at just the right timing for Beelzebub to sit down (his twin slumps right back into his shoulder). Mephistopholes complains that there isn’t a proper place to sit til Mammon trips him and he ungracefully tries to pass it off as deciding to sit on the floor as Thirteen barks a sharp laugh at him.

A pleasant hum of conversation settles through the room, Asmodeus stumbling into hugging Solomon, whispering something between the invocation trio that you can’t quite make out before spinning around and clapping his hands together (cutely. It’s important to emphasise that he did this so so cutely) to get everyone’s attention.

“E---veryone!!!” He waits a few seconds for silence, shooting a glare at whoever dares to continue in the wake of this very very important announcement. “It’s time for a very special game! Have we all heard of 7 minutes in heaven?” He bounces on the tips of his feet in excitement despite the lukewarm reception. “Okay well that’s a mostly no then I guess-  Honestly! I know it’s a human world thing, but really?” He pouts, and you note that Diavolo’s visible excitement has increased exponentially already. 

“Allow me to explain,” Solomon cuts in, confirming your suspicion that he’d been somehow roped into this. “Two or more participants are selected - in our case by drawing lots - to go into a closet or equivalent and do whatever they like for 7 minutes.” Everyone seems a lot more attentive, suddenly. “Ah, of course, we’ll be taking magic precautions to make sure that there’s no cheating, and certainly no one breaking into the closet before time is up,” He grins, clearly enjoying this already. 

“The heck.” Mammon grumbles, oddly fidgety all of a sudden, “There ain’t even a closet in here,” Leviathan nods aggressively. He’s sweating. 

“Hm? Oh! That won’t be a problem, haha! Barbatos was kind enough to offer to help out with that,” The aforementioned butler steps aside to reveal a simple wooden door on the wall that decidedly hadn’t been there earlier. “We even made sure it was sound-proofed! You know, just in case.”

“What a curious game! Shall we start right away?” Diavolo beams, inadvertently cutting off Mephistopholes, who’d just opened his mouth to no doubt complain that this sort of juvenile and inappropriate game had no place at a gathering with the Devildom’s one and only prince. 

“Yes!! Everyone write your name on a piece of paper, okay?” Asmo begins handing out paper and pens to everyone, shushing any complaining he meets. “You don’t have to play! It just means you’re boring and no fun and that you’ll never get a chance like this again.” 

Better write your name, then. You’d hate to miss out. 

You watch as Barbatos collects everyone’s paper slips, dropping them into a glass bowl and shaking periodically to shuffle them well. You immediately lose track of yours, so you figure that it’s worked.  After what feels like a slightly inordinate amount of time, everyone seems to have put their name in the bowl - sure, some were more…begrudging or in need of convincing than others, but that’s normal! Anyways-

“Oooo I’ve been waiting for this all evening!” Asmodeus grabs the bowl, tap-tap-tapping along the rim for effect, perfectly manicured nails making a pleasant ASMR-esque tink noise. “Right, first u-”

“Uhm, how do- how do we know you’re, uh, not rigging this?” Asmo whips his head around to stare open-mouthed at Levi.

“Excuse me? I would never-”

“Mm, there’s no guarantee though, is there?” Asmodeus pouts at Satan, grumbling something about being personally offended and making sure to snitch next time Satan asks him for a favour.

“Fine! Since I’m so untrustworthy and awful-” The smile is switched back on as he saunters over to you, swishing the bowl around carefully before holding it out to you. “Why don’t you pick? No one will complain then, right?” 

The silence in the room means yes, presumably.

“Go on hun! Don’t be nervous-” He winks, and your mouth quirks into a smile to humour him, carefully reaching into the bowl for two slips of paper, pulling them out and carefully unfolding them to reveal-

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[As is tradition, I'll be uploading the individual 'endings' as I write them :) I'll be putting a poll up on my account for who to write first (within reason, I don't think tumblr will let me put up enough options to cover everyone) so feel free to suggest people in the replies/tags too!! there will be no luke option becuz i dont know how to put hardware destroying malware in clickable links yet sory :( feel free to simulate the experience urself tho!!]

[bad-decisionsot7]

Their reaction to you being demanding.

SEOKJIN

Jin would be on the couch, reading some book when you'd come in, hands behind your back. you two had gotten into a fight last week and you'd had enough of his childish, petty nature. "jin. bedroom now." he gave you a look but quickly stood up, making his way into the bedroom. "if you're going to continue on with that childish attitude it's going to be even worse." you warned him, his cheeks reddening at your words. you intended on teasing him until he was practically begging for you. jin was already hard, obeying you by stripping and laying on the bed. he knew he was in for it.

NAMJOON

Joonie would be cooking when you'd come behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist, your fingers trailed across his naked abdomen, goosebumps covering his tanned skin. "baby what you'd shush him by kissing his shoulder blades, a soft whimper escaping his lips. "meet me in the shower in ten minutes. no sooner. no later." you'd whisper, earning an eager nod from him. he was already picturing everything the two of you would do. something about shower sex with you being in a demanding attitude was what he dreamt of.

HOSEOK

Hoseok and you would be hosting a housewarming party, all of your friends and family present for the event, something about him in that damn silver suit he had been wearing was making you panties wet, the feeling making you uncomfortable. you'd get your way, you always did. hoseok would be shocked when you'd press your body up against his, leaning up to his ear only to whisper seductively, "I'm soaking wet baby." he gulped, looking down into your eyes only to see no joke, of course, he'd fulfill your needs in the upstairs bathroom while everyone wondered where the two home owners skipped off to.

JIMIN

Jimin and you were both switches but today you were feeling particularly dominant, especially seeing him look so damned cute in his grey sweats, you wanted to leave dark hickeys all over his flawless torso, so that's exactly what you did. jimin would be a moaning mess, your teeth marks practically engraved into his collarbones. he knew you could be rough but today it was over the top and he loved it. "what do you want baby boy?" you'd tease him while grasping his bulge. "y-you, please. you." what your babyboy wanted, he always got.

YOONGI

Yoongi and you would be snowed in, the weather driving the both of you mad. yoongi wanted to go to a party tonight but now he was bummed, you wanted to cheer him up but couldn't think of anything, until. you'd looked at him, slyly climbing onto his lap. he'd give you a look of confusion but it'd go away as soon as you'd grind down onto him. "I have an idea but you have to be willing to try it out, are you down?" already interested with the way things were currently going, he'd nod, consenting to whatever you wanted to do, boy was he in for quite an enjoyable ride.

TAEHYUNG

Tae would wake up to you kissing down his throat, your right hand lightly palming his head of hair. he loved waking up to you but now this was entirely different and my oh my was he excited. "baby-" he'd raspily whisper, your pussy throbbing at just his tone. "ssssh, let me take care of you for once. lay back little boy," you never called him that. he knew he was in for a surprise, you could be demanding but never like this, your tone so sassy, whatever you had in mind, he was prepared for.

JUNGKOOK

Jungkook would be playing his video games, practically ignoring you all day. "aw no!" he'd yell into his headset as you watched one of his teammates die. you were annoyed. he'd pay for this. you stripped, your clothes coming off, hair let down. you intended on showing him who's boss and not in a nice way. you walked behind him slowly before slipping in front of him, your naked body exposed. he'd be shocked, a sly smirk on your face. you'd crawl onto his lap, his cheeks turning a crimson color. "don't make this harder than it has to be baby. be quiet while i do my thing. make any noise and you'll regret it." you'd whisper into his ear, nipping it afterwards. you'd make him pay more attention to you, driving him insane as he tried not to make any noise into the headset where all of his friends could hear him.

[thecameronchronicles]

Office Christmas Party

TW: Smut. Language. Dom!Rafe. 

SUMMARY: Rafe decides you will be the one to entertain him at the office Christmas party this year…

WORD COUNT: 1900

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Office Christmas Party

You had only been hired just over a week ago and yet you were quick to learn that Rafe Cameron was not like any boss you’d had prior. To say he was intimidating was an understatement with the word itself needing a different definition of such intensity worn behind such kind eyes. But with your recent employment, came a surprising distance for what you should expect in being his assistant. He focused on any interactions with you through emails and demanded you’d never enter his office alone. Although they appeared to be bizarre requests, his reclusive existence had been an answer to any question you held in your reservations. 

But tonight would change everything. 

Since you had been chosen for the job, you had only met his gaze twice. The first had been when he welcomed you as part of “The Cameron Family”, a phrase actually spoken by his father as you shook both of their hands. But the second, the accidental connection of your eyes to him, had been as the elevator opened as you’d remained after hours. For just a moment, you had taken him by surprise as he explained he wouldn’t share the ride back down to the ground floor, leaving you to theorize that he didn’t like you. For whatever reason he had agreed to hire you, none of them consisted had been because he favored your presence. 

But as his eyes came to you now from across the annual Christmas party, a dull event he loathed throughout the entire year, he was focused solely on you. It made you question your existence entirely as he only showed this kind of attention to his computer screen. It meant that your fingers were always rushing over the fabric of your dress in correction and you made every excuse to check if you had something in your teeth as you would pass over any reflective surface. Yet, you would learn soon enough why you held his interest. 

“Come to my office, yeah?” His voice, melodic in its own way, had been enough to make your heart still and then accelerate as you followed his steps until the door closed at your back. 

“This is usually the part where I hand out those bonus checks…” He hesitated, hovering at a designated drawer of his desk harboring such things. 

“Would you get them for me?” You were beyond bewildered of how entitled he could be. He had already opened the drawer and hung over its parting and yet he wanted you to be the one to work it back into his fingers. And yet with the way his eyes followed you with such a deadpanned expression beneath, you were eager to obey. But as you rose from in front of him, his body was pressed to yours. 

“I knew I never should have hired you.” You attempted to turn to question him, but felt him press you harder to the edge of the desk, a swift motion forcing the drawer closed with a slam. 

“I knew you were going to be distracting…” He shook his head. “Those tight blouses and short little skirts,” He scoffed, “But to make matters worse, you can actually do your job…which makes being near you…difficult. I can’t focus on anything…so I’m going to give you a choice…” He pulled one of those envelopes from your fingers. 

“This is your check. Maybe you don’t necessarily deserve it like they do for being here longer, understandably. And you can take that and leave my office. Take the vacation days over the weekend and celebrate with your friends or family, whoever’s warming your sheets-” Your eyes widened as your gaze kept to him since he captured that envelope. 

“Or?” You asked with a mix of anxiety and excitement as he smirked to see such curiosity. 

“OR you can forgo this…this job…any expectation to be independent…” He pushed you into the desk, a hand on either side of your hips, as he enclosed you between his arms, “And you can let me bend you over and make you mine in the same way you’ve wanted since you accepted this job.” 

You swallowed hard. “If I…If I agree to the latter, it sounds like I’d be out of a job-”

“You misunderstand…” He moved even closer, lowering to you, as he was close enough to now smell the single drink he’d had now echo against your lips as an echo of a possible kiss. 

“If you agreed to it…I wouldn’t pay you. I’m not gonna pay someone I’m fucking. But I would expect you to come to me when I asked. And in exchange, you wouldn’t need for anything. But it would also mean nobody else exists for you. I am yours. And you’d be mine.”

“Mister Cameron-”

“IS my father….You better get used to saying my name because I AM going to make you scream it.” He moved even closer, “IF you choose to accept-” Something took over you from this moment. The reservation you had to cross that line was more than blurred, it was obliterated. The common sense pulling at you in remembrance of how messy could get was silenced when feeling him reciprocate. Such passion behind such intensity you’d longed for since you were employed. And even if it had only been a short while, it was enough to make you burn for him stronger than anyone you’d ever craved. And now you could act on it. And for that reason, you didn’t hold back against him. With a grin forming across his face, you were made aware that he favored this. 

“But I need you to be quiet for me until I’m ready for everyone to know you’re my favorite…” He teased, turning you against the desk. “And for now…You’re going to let me appreciate what’s mine…isn’t that right, baby?” Your eyes came closed as you felt him trace your curves. 

“I mean it. I don’t share and I don’t ask twice. You break any of my rules-”

“What rules?” You spoke quickly, needy to want to please him. 

“I’ll write it up tomorrow. For tonight, I just need you to be quiet until I tell you to come…Let me see what you like…and I'll show you what I expect.” He teased beneath your skirt, but would ultimately retreat and sit in his chair. 

“What CAN I expect Mister-Rafe?” He clenched his jaw as he motioned you closer to him. 

“I’m going to train you to me, sweetheart…”

“Train���me?” He nodded, petting the side of your hair before this sent you to your knees,a  silent direction making you acquiesce as your hands rested on his parted thighs. 

“How long can you hold your breath?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“You’re going to learn to breathe through your nose for me…I just know you’re gonna cry so pretty when you take me,” He used his finger marked by that signet ring he’d worn as a signature of his aesthetic, as he guided you to meet his gaze. 

“All the way,” He carried that cold metal along your throat, stopping where he would rest. 

“Here…” You swallowed hard. 

“But tonight…” That soft tease now altered to a harsh grip in the back of your hair, curls crushed in his cold grasp, offering you a preview of just how quickly he could contrast. 

“Since we don’t have a lot of time…I’m going to show you the worst of it…” You were taken back over the edge of his desk, his hand keeping you eating into the cruel corner as he bunched your skirt at the dimples of your back. 

“I’ll buy lace…” He explained, snapping the cotton fabric at your chilled skin beneath. “It’s easier to tear off…” You gasped as the sound of his belly unlatching behind you made your jaw clench. 

“Understand something right now. That even though I’m in charge, you’re in control. I’m going to fuck you, but you tell me how hard. I’m going to make you come, but you tell me how you want it. But if there’s one time I go to far or you can’t take it, we’re done.” He explained as he’d pulled you to face him, ensuring he had your focus. 

“Tell me you understand. You have to communicate with me or this won’t work.”

“I understand, Rafe.”

“Good. Now be quiet for me so I can make you come without being interrupted-” He was thrusted into you by his own submission. 

“You okay-just nod.” You bowed your head, offering this validation as he clenched his jaw to how you felt around him. 

“Stop tensing…I’m not gonna last.” You tried to ease. But when he noticed your struggle, he softened the moment by taking his hand to your breasts. 

“If you want me to get any work down after this…you’re going to have to give me enough until I can make you mine again…Every inch of this beautiful body…All mine-say it.”

“Yours, Rafe.”

“Good girl, still being quiet.” You blushed. “You like being told you’re a good girl? That makes you wanna come, doesn’t it?” You nodded. 

“I know you wanna scream baby…I promise you can…but…not…yet…” He gripped onto the edge of his desk as he pounded into you, words exchanged for the sound of skin slapping against skin. His stamina was impressive and almost aggravating as he would offer teasings of what he could bring you, edging you as he moved from adorning your figure to offering immediate pleasure. 

“I can’t wait to taste you…” He groaned. “Bet nobody has ever made you come that way…” You shook your head as he scoffed. 

“Don't worry, won’t be a position, a room, a fantasy you won’t come from because of me. You won’t be able to watch porn or have a wet dream with me being a part of your mind…You won’t need either of them…nobody else.” He became almost erratic with his thoughts spoken aloud as his motions increased, explaining to you how he was close. 

“You’re going to scream into my hand this time…I wanna feel the vibrations…” You nodded as he used this grip to pull you up into him as his dominant hand came around your face. “Now, baby…I’m close-I want to feel you drown it-I know you wanna be good, I know you wanna listen-” Your head came to a rest on his shoulder. 

“I’m-”

“You don’t have to tell me…just come-” You nodded, clenching your jaw before feeling that release, quick and sudden in contrast to the build up, but just as rewarding as his own as he turned you to face him. 

“Consider yourself fired, sweetheart. But I’m expecting you first thing on Monday morning. No panties.” He moved closer, that soft trace ascending your curves after returning your dress flat, now harsh at your jaw. 

“You do anything without me, I’ll know…” He explained, taking his fingers over his own cock. “I know how you taste now, baby…and I’ll know.” You clenched your jaw and nodded as he teased a kiss as a knock came to the door. 

“Don’t break any of my rules, baby…You won’t like the consequences, I promise you that.” He smirked as he moved out the door, redressed and satisfied. 

“Oh, and Merry Christmas.” He smirked. 

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Body Count (TWWST x Obey Me)

(An excerpt from my TWST retelling fanfic: Finding the Perfect Husband on Ao3)

Context: During the ghost wedding event... Asmo is there as the expert of love to help the suitors but got distracted when seeing FeMC (Yuki) after six months of not seeing her. Satan is there as a unicorn for being Asmo white stead.

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Chapter 11: Ghost Bride 20 - Body Count

“How much did your body count increase?” Asmo asked Yuki.

“...”

The room turned silent. Asmo then turned to his magical stead.

“Satan,  you’ve been here the longest, why didn’t you do anything?” Asmo said dramatically, hugging Satan and gently combing his blonde horse mane.

“What’re you talking about?”

 Yuki blinked with pink flustered cheeks. Cater blinked with a surprised face. In fact, every student there turned their attention to Asmodeus when he asked that question.

“Jade, what does body count mean?” Floyd asked.

“To ask someone their body count…how vulgar…” Vil commented with a disappointed angry look.

“Actually, It’s kind of hard to imagine she would have one from the start.” Leona commented as well.

“No way…it’s hard to believe with that physique of hers.” Jack refused to believe. 

“What does criticizing her physique mean?” Leona retorted.

"Lilia! For the young master's sake, we should not be involved with this human anymore!" Sebek suggested.

“Well, no matter the meaning, to think she would actually have one is really interesting.” Lilia chuckled.

“Increased body count? Yuki…don’t tell me…you--you--” Deuce stuttered with a pale face. “YUKI, DID YOU KILL SOMEONE?”

Cater managed to let Asmo go off Deuce. “Asmo…umm sweetie, if I would ask…” he began nervously taking a short glance at Yuki while Asmo had a pouty face. “How much is Yuki’s body count?”

“Cater, Do you think you’re asking the wrong person?” Trey said and Cater immediately glared at him.

“I’m not going to ask a girl’s body count directly and in public!” Cater whispered loudly to Trey then pointed at Yuki. “Look at her, Trey, All flustered and speechless…asking a girl about her body count is a death wish”

“But what’s the difference between asking it to a third party like Asmo…?”

“Absolutely nothing…”  

“I don’t even get the meaning why you’re having a big deal out of this.” Azul started. 

[thatbigbisexual29]

Play with us, Papa Rei! (Buddy Daddies)

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ALL OF US TO YOU! WE WISH IT WAS OUR BIRTHDAY TO WE CAN PARTY TOO HEY! Ayooooo happy birthday to my dearest and bestest friend on this site, @giggly-squiggily !!!!!!!! Gonna be honest, I had this one saved and unfinished in my drafts and thought "She would love this!" so HERE WE ARE!!!!! Like I said in a message before, I'm super glad to have you as a friend! I truly appreciate you and your friendship, you've even inspired me to post some of my own fics! (Which was not as scary as I thought it would be XD Sorry this is a bit late, but I hope you enjoy it! This one is for you :3 And again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

The days when Miri was home from school were probably the most eventful days Rei’s ever experienced in his life. She was such a wild bundle of energy that he could barely keep up sometimes. Thank god Kazuki was there to help out. Even though he barely acknowledged it or said anything, he genuinely loved and appreciated the help the older man gave. And now was no different. She asked, no, demanded that the two build her a massive pillow fort to her liking. And since they couldn’t say no to her cute face, they got to work. Soon enough, all the couch cushions, pillows, and blankets in the house had been used to make a, quite honestly, impressive pillow fort in their living room. And Miri was so overjoyed.

“Thank you Papa Rei! Thank you Papa Kazuki!” she squealed, diving into the opening. Kazuki momentarily panicked as she jumped in with no caution for the structure of the fort! But, he soon relaxed as he saw their girl laughing happily.

“Papas! You need to come in here!” she claimed, grabbing Kazuki by the wrist and pulling him in, giggling loudly at his grunt of surprise. He chuckled and cuddled close to her, making her laugh even more.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Lady Miri! I was afraid I would go cold and hungry this night, but you have saved me! How can I ever repay you??” The blonde man played up, relishing in his daughter’s squeals. Rei lifted up the blanket entrance and watched them, the slightest smile on his lips. He was proud of this. It wasn’t a shabby job, at least not to him, and Rei knew he was going to be invited in by both Miri and Kazuki. As comfy as the inside looked, it would probably heat up real quick. Not to mention he was wearing a long sleeved shirt. So he dropped the blanket curtain and attempted to make his leave.

“Papa Rei, wait!” Miri cried, poking her head from the fort. Rei sighed. Busted. “You need to play with Papa Kazuki and me in the fort! Pleeeeeeeeease???”

“Yeah, pleeeeeeeeease Papa Rei?~” Kazuki also poked his head from the blanket, smirking and egging the former assassin on. With a quiet groan, Rei obeyed their orders and crawled into the space with cheers from the two invitees.

“So! What are we gonna do now, Miri?” Kazuki asked, a big grin on his face. With a starry-eyed look, she ran out the fort yelling behind her, “Let me get my things!” Rei glared at Kazuki, mentally cursing him out for the fate the younger man just exposed them to. The little girl rushed back with an armful of bright hair clips that immediately made the men cringe.

“Let me do your hair Papas!” she asked loudly. And it was less of an ask and phrased more like ‘I’m going to do your hair whether you like it or not.’ Kazuki, of course, didn’t mind. Rei was against this idea entirely. But, like always, he couldn’t say no. Kazuki was first and mixed in with sitting still for Miri to finish his hair, he also had to keep Rei from escaping constantly. After Miri was done making Kazuki a “pretty lady” (Rei chuckled at that), it was Rei’s turn to have all the attention on him. Miri held up a bunch of sparkly bows that she could put in Rei’s hair. The man sat still for several moments as he took in the sight of the bows… then he raced for the exit.

“Wh- REI GET BACK HERE!!!” Kazuki exclaimed, grabbing the former assassin around the waist and falling to the floor with him. “If I have to put silly bows in my hair, then you do too!”

“Never!” Rei shouted as he reached for the door, so close to the outside! Then, Rei felt a poke to his armpit that made him shoot his arm down with a squeak. He turned to look at Miri, who poured angrily yet adorably at the man.

“Papa Rei!” she fussed. “You promised you would play with us! Good daddies don’t make bad promises!”

Kazuki grinned immediately while Rei furrowed his brows with guilt. She was right. He had promised. But then again, that was when he had gotten home from a long day and was half asleep. It technically didn’t count! But he couldn’t let her down… it’s decided then. He will play with his family! … That doesn’t mean he won’t be hard to get though!

“If you tell Papa Kazuki to let me go…” he looked at Miri with a mischievous half-grin. “I’ll tell you where he hides his chocolate pudding!”

Miri gasped excitedly while Kazuki made sounds of betrayal.

“Rei!!! You can’t just do that to me! And Miri! Don’t even think of switching sides! We’re putting bows in his hair whether he likes it or not!” Kazuki declared as he now wrapped his arms around Rei’s chest to keep him in place.

“But Papa Kazukiiiii! I want chocolate pudding!” Miri whined. Rei struggled in Kazuki’s grip, he was stronger than he remembered, as he kept his grin. The pair knew she would start helping Rei as soon as she could. To get her back on track, Kazuki reached out one hand and quickly scribbled his fingers against her belly. Miri squealed with laughter and backed away, holding her tummy as she giggled.

“This is no time for chocolate pudding, Miri! We have to-” Kazuki paused. An idea formed in his head. Rei acted as if he’d read Kazuki’s mind because they made eye contact and the former assassin shook his head feverishly.

“Kazuki, no!” Rei said in a hushed panic. Kazuki only grinned evilly.

“Kazuki yes!! Miri, help tickle Papa Rei!” Kazuki quickly sat on Rei’s thighs as he forced his arms above his head. Huh, he was faster than Rei remembered too.

“Will I get-?” Miri began before Kazuki shouted, “YES you’ll get chocolate pudding!”

“Weeeeee!” Miri squealed as she ran over. Kazuki already started on scratching over Rei’s ribs, giggling at how Rei immediately squeaked at the touch. The former assassin pursed his lips together and puffed out his cheeks in an effort to keep the laughter in. Miri, who began repeatedly poking his side, laughed at his funny face.

“Hahaha! Papa Rei’s making a pooping face!” Miri exclaimed. Kazuki immediately started laughing at her declaration, as he found it hysterically accurate. And with the combination of Miri’s joke, their combined laughter, and the hands tickling over his ribs and sides, tipped the scales a lot quicker than anyone anticipated. Rei started giggling and quietly laughing with his family.

“Aha!” Kazuki barked as he caught these adorable sounds. “Hear that, Miri? He’s laughing! We’re one step closer to getting him to surrender!”

Miri squealed happily and began to use both her hands to poke Rei’s sides, all the while she chanted the words ‘chocolate pudding’ over and over again. Rei shook his head back and forth with glee, smiling wide and freely as Kazuki turned his hand into a claw and vibrated them in between his ribs.

“Khehehehehehe! Ahahahahahahahaaaa! Sttthhahahahahahahap! Get off mehehehehehehe! M-Mirihihihihihi, quihihihihihihit it! Kahahazukihihi, knock it ohohohohoff!” Rei wheezed with laughter as he addressed the man above him and the girl beside him. He rocked his torso back and forth as the two continued to tickle the former assassin silly.

“Papa Kazuki! Let’s get his tummy!” Miri said. Kazuki gasped with delight as Rei groaned in despair.

“That’s a great idea Miri!” Kazuki said as he shoved Rei’s shirt up to his neck. Rei continued to shake his head no, but his smile didn’t leave his face at all. “Alright, Miri! Should we do raspberries or nibbles?”

Rei’s eyes shot wide open at the question and he tried to sit up and pull his hands away. Miri placed her finger to her chin and pondered, humming in thought. Rei tried hard to yank his wrists from Kazuki’s hand, but that bastard just kept him still using his other hand! Rei growled at him and Kazuki stuck out his tongue.

“Raspberries!” was Miri’s decision.

“Raspberries it is then! You ready, Rei?~” Kazuki cooed at his partner, wiggling his eyebrows at the younger man. Rei attempted to scowl at the blonde, but his wavering smile would not leave his features. Then he jerked and barked out a laugh as Miri blew a raspberry on the former assassin’s side. Miri giggled hysterically at his reaction.

“That’s not funny Miri!” Rei fussed, blushing like no one’s business. Kazuki and Miri began laughing again.

“Of course it is, Rei!” Kazuki exclaimed. He was next to dip his head down to Rei’s smooth belly and blow a torturous raspberry.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA! Ohohokay- ohokay. Thahat’s enough. That’s enoHOHAHAHAHAHAF! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! Ehehehehehehehehehe! C-C’mohohon! Youhu guys!” Rei tried to argue, but he was interrupted by the two taking turns and blowing raspberries until his wheezy laughter turned silent.

After one final raspberry from Kazuki, the blonde man let go of the former assassin and scooped Miri in his lap so they could give him a break. The younger man immediately curled up after being let go and panted, still giggly after the whole ordeal. Miri covered her mouth and giggled with him while Kazuki took in the sights and sounds fondly.

“So,” he started, “you gonna actually play with us now?”

Rei peeked his eye open and looked at the two, noticing how big Miri’s eyes were, hopeful that he’d say yes. Rei just chuckled and pat her head.

“Yeah, I’ll play.”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!” Miri squealed at the top of her lungs. She wiggled out of Kazuki’s grip and jumped onto Rei’s arm, flopping over him and laughing while he grunted. The older man growled in a playful manner and caught the little girl in his arms.

“I’m gonna eat you!” he exclaimed as he nuzzled his face into her ear, lightly nibbling it and making the girl squeal and laugh like no tomorrow. Kazuki  leaned his head on his knee and watched on lovingly, thinking that his life couldn’t get better than this. In truth, it could, especially when he saw their reactions to pulling out three cups of chocolate pudding.

Happy Birthday, Rei, he thought.

[alexxncl]

obey me brothers as songs i have on repeat

kinda drabbles?? some are longer than others

after writing this i realized it's WAY more angsty than i intended so...yeah

masterlist | more drabbles/hcs | dateables edition

lucifer: birthday - ten lee

did i start writing this on his birthday? no. (yes) ANYWAYS

lucifer always forgot about his birthday. his brothers were always able to get the jump on him whenever they planned surprise parties; he was always too swamped with work to notice. it was the same way in the celestial realm -- one of the brothers would ask him for help, dragging him away from his work, and they'd throw him a small party. he was never one for huge celebrations anyways.

and then, he fell.

too concerned with his brothers wellbeings, he focused even less on himself, ignored all their attempts at pulling him away from his work. growing irritated with all of the knocking and yelling from outside of his room, he opened the door, ready to scold whoever was waiting, but nobody was there. a piece of cake with a lit candle, a small note, his brothers waiting around the corner completely unnoticed by him...he took the cake and went back into his room.

and then, mc was thrust unexpectedly upon his doorstep, and he was tasked with taking care of them. the utterly insufferable intriguing human who couldn't mind their business, always bothering him, sticking their nose where it didn't belong, nearly getting themselves killed more times than he could count on both hands...

but they were never scared of him. they went out of their way to take his mind off of whatever was stressing him out, bringing him coffee or tea, making sure he ate, taking the rest of his brothers on a day trip so he could relax in silence...

the first birthday he had with mc was...eventful to say the least. they'd managed to convince the rest of the boys, even levi, to spend the night out. a night dedicated to his relaxation turned to discarded clothes, messy hair, heated kisses, hoarse voices, hushed "i love you's" and-

he'd never forget another birthday...not for as long as mc was around.

mammon: love song - nct 127

even when he was an angel, mamon always looked out for his family. he had to, he was the 2nd oldest after lucifer, and that's a big enough title to live up to.

he was always keen on noticing his brothers quirks, knowing what they needed, when they needed it, even if they were too afraid to ask. he was the first after lucifer to pick up on satan's tendencies, being able to direct satan's anger at him instead of lucifer or his younger brothers. though it didn't always turn out as planned, he still tries to look out for the people he loves.

and as mc's first man, he always has to look out for them, right? it's the least he can do.

no matter how many times they check the weather before you leave the house, they always manage to forget your umbrella when it rains.

it's just...with lucifer rushing them to get to class on time, having to make breakfast in the morning with at least 3 extra servings for beel, making sure levi and belphie actually leave their rooms today, staying bed to cuddle make out with him a little longer, sleeping through their 5th alarm-

it's exhausting. he knows this. he's always one step ahead of them. whether they're in need of a shopping spree, someone to vent to, someone to study with -- which they both know never ends up happening -- he's always there. he has to be. he can't lose them again, he'd do anything to keep them safe. his mc.

so if that means carrying an extra umbrella on days he knows it's going to rain, staying back late when they have club meetings so they can walk together, reluctantly not skipping student council meetings -- he'll be there. he always will.

he'd do anything for them, big or small. he loves them too much to give anything less than all of him.

levi: lovin' me - fifty fifty

levi's never been too confident in his ability to find a friend, let alone a romantic partner. having mc fall into his life wasn't something he expected to impact him, but he's glad they showed up when they did.

regardless of the spa days with asmo, the pep talks from mammon and lucifer, the somewhat shared interests in reading with satan, it was hard for him to say he felt truly loved by those around him...at least, unconditionally.

he knew they loved him, whatever that means, but did they always? their digs about him being a loser, a shut in, they only reinforced what he hated about himself. even if they were playful jabs, even if they didn't mean to hurt him, they still did.

mc was never like that. mc never talked down on him, not even in a joking manner. they learned about his interests, were just as excited, if not more excited, when he'd barge into their room to gush abiut the latest episode of whatever anime he's watching or the newest figurine that he just had to get his hands on. they understood that his envy manifested in his hyperfixations, the need to have everything first, limited edition this, once in a lifetime that, and they didn’t shame him for it.

they loved him, unconditionally. when he'd be holed up in his room and too anxious and overwhelmed to go to school. when he had trouble seeing himself as someone of value. when he needed someone to hug him after getting lectured for the millionth time over something he couldn't control.

he loved them, was in love with every part of them.

satan: mi casa su casa - omar rudberg

they all were scared of him after the fall. i mean, he thought he didn't give them any reason to think otherwise. might as well act on the emotion he knows best, right?

until he found books, though, he'd never admit that it was due to lucifer's urging. he could easily forget about his emotions, the way he didn't fit in with the rest of them, drowning in whatever fictional universe the books in front of him had to offer.

until he eventually did start to fit in.

he never stopped reading, though. it brought out the best in him. it made him different. his brothers knew not to disturb him while he read if they didn't want the closest object near him thrown at them.

mc was very...interesting. they didn't fear him like his brothers did, even after knowing him for only a few days, and their curiosity about the world around them rivaled that of his own. they asked about what he was reading, asked for recommendations for themselves, wormed their way into his personal space.

he has a designated corner for them to read, a brand new, plush chair, all of his favorite books stacked on a table nearby. mc even started showing him some of their favorites, pages tattered and worn from how many times they've been read.

he'll recommend more...mature books on purpose, just to see their eyes widen, revelling in the way their breath catches in their throat, eyes trained on the way their fingers glide along the pages as they read. they know he's.

they know he's staring...he always is. but they won't act on it until he does.

he'll never admit it out loud, but he's glad they've found a home with him.

asmo: is it a crime - no guidnce

even in the celestial realm, asmo always had a fascination with the thrill of a one night stand. he loved making people feel good, sneaking down to the human realm to let go of whatever pent up emotions being the jewel of the heavens pushed onto him.

after the fall, there was no guilt in indulging in his desires, but there was still a need to please, to feel wanted. he knew his brothers loved him, yes, but they didn't love him in the way a lover would...they couldn't.

he'd been around, he was the avatar of lust after all, and he'd mask his longing for love and acceptance with parties and sex and-

mc? they're gorgeous, almost as beautiful as he is. he wanted to get to know them, genuinely. yes, he was a flirt, but he wound up caring deeply about the human that showed him nothing but care and affection and-

was this love? it couldn't be. he was the avatar of lust, he couldn't let himself get caught up -- regardless of how bad he wanted to -- it would ruin his reputation, everything he'd worked so hard to build.

but their lips were so soft, their eyes were so pretty. he adored the way they smiled at him, the way they came to him before anyone else when they were struggling, how he was able to slowly open up to them about his struggles. they understood that he couldn't just be with them, that he had no control over when or where his sin decided to take over, and they didn't judge him for it.

was it so bad that he was falling for a human? was it so bad that he wanted them to love him the way he loved them? he damn sure didn't think so.

beel: more than words - p1harmony

he's always been protective, you know? he was never overly aggressive, just...persistent. his family was important to him, he'd do anything to make sure they were safe. losing rank in the celestial realm, falling from grace for his baby sister.

his figure, his insatiable hunger, that's all he's known for in rhe devildom, right? he could deal with that. as long as he could still protect his brothers.

he could take a little bit of objectification or harassment from other demons. he could handle some scolding from his brothers if he accidentally ate their food, or if he came back too late after a post-game party.

he had to protect mc, too. they were nice. they loved his brothers as much as he did. hell, they forgave belphie quicker than he did after...

he wasn't exactly...vocal with the way he showed his affection with mc. unexpected hugs, forehead kisses, serving them more food during dinner and giving them food off of his plate in case they were extra hungry. mc found themselves adopting his mannerisms, being more physically affectionate with him the closer they got.

he'd take mc out if they got good grades, or if they just needed a pick-me-up -- he loved sharing the things he loved with the people he loved. mc would take him out if he did well during his fangol matches -- spoiler alert, he always did well -- just to see his face light up when they got close to one of his favorite restaurants.

beel would always make sure mc felt safe around them, he felt like he needed to protect them.

the moment he realized his love for them...when they were willing to give up everything for him in the reapers cave. their life was so much shorter and so much more fragile than his, but they still-

he'd do anything, anything to show how mich he loved them.

belphie: numb - cix

belphie isn't that shaken up by the fall...not anymore at least. especially since he can sleep his guilt away.

being the avatar of sloth has its perks. being able to control and manipulate the dreams of his friends and family, making sure they don’t have any nightmares.

the downside, though...he gets the nightmares. no matter how often he sleeps during the day to avoid them, the nightmares still plague his thoughts. he became numb to it after the centuries upon centuries of taking and replacing and remodeling and-

then mc came to the devildom, and the nightmares got worse. if his brothers dreams were bad, his were 10 times worse. he pushed his emotions aside, he needed the human out, he couldn't take it anymore...

he felt nothing, no remorse.

then, the regret set in.

if they could just leave him alone for one second, if he could just be alone with his thoughts, if he could forget. forget his guilt, forget his trauma, forget the way he felt about them despite hurting them past the point of forgiveness.

why did they care about him? why did he let them hold him as he cried in the middle of the night, telling him it wasn't his fault, that he was allowed to feel, that he mattered to them, that it was ok for him to shut down if he needed to.

he didn't feel numb anymore.

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello! i saw that your requests are open so i wanted to see if you could write where the obey me brothers find out that the mischievous mc is actually really polite and distinguished? (if that makes sense)

Take your time and thank you :D

OBEY ME BOYS + mischievous reader who can act right, but only if they need to

plot: for the purposes of this request, all hcs will be set at a fancy party at the castle

Lucifer

Worried about bringing you to a premier event like this, but Lord Diavolo requested your presence

So you had to attend (under his close supervision)

He knows you won’t be as bad as his brothers, but that isn’t a very high bar

When he realizes that you are actually behaving, even thriving, in this environment he’s impress

Slightly irritated you don’t act like this all the time, but you’ll work on it

Mammon

Mammon likes to think of you as partners in crime

Playing pranks. Doing tricks. Getting into some good clean trouble.

If he’s gonna be in trouble, he’s glad he at least gets to be with you, and that you get him

When he finds out that you can actually get along with these stuffed shirts he’s a little….betrayed

He feels like maybe the fun times you had together were a lie. That you were just humoring him. Now he’s grumpy the rest of the night.

Levi

He hates being here

Him and Lucifer had a deal that he only had to come out of his room for school things, and this was not a ‘school thing’. Even if it was a school fundraising gala

He was counting on you to cause a scene and get you both kicked out so he could go home, but you’re not! You’re acting like such a…..normie!

Levi mopes for the rest of the night by the water fixture. Missing his tub.

Satan

Nervous about being here, as some of his favorite authors are attending, and desperately wants you to behave

Though he likes your jokes and teasing ways, there is a time and place for everything

A black tie event where he can shake hands with some of the greatest literary minds is not one of them

Satan follows you around most of the evening, making sure you don’t cause problems, and is pleasantly surprised by your decorum

He smiles at your ability to restrain yourself, which to him is a virtue, and finds himself loving you more

Asmo

If anyone loves a party & a good time, it’s Asmo

He can’t wait to see what you’ll be wearing, and how you’ll cut any unfashionable person to the quick

But, just like your outfit, you’re classically charming to all the guests and make the best impression

Asmo will coo at your dignified behavior. Finding a new side of you to love

He does miss the devilish way you also act though

Beel

Really only here for the free food. Beel likes parties but having to wear a suit makes him uncomfortable

At least you're there to cheer him up. He always thinks your mischievous ways are funny, and make him smile

He parks himself next to the buffet table and waits for the fun to start

When it doesn’t come, and he sees you talking to people like a charming party guest, he gets a little sad

You’d rather spend time with those people than hanging out by the dessert chocolate fountain all night? Ok….

Belphie

He really hates this

No one dislikes crowds, loud noises, or uptight social gatherings than Belphie. And he thought you were the same.

He thought that your devious behavior at school meant that you were alike in your hatred of the establishment. Kindred spirits.

Seeing you talk and laugh with these….fools made his blood boil

So he spilled off when no one was looking (no one ever paid attention to him anyway) to sulk and eventually fall asleep in the garden

[xxsycamore]

'𝗧𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 Content Creation Challenge ❄🎅🏻

After 'Tis the season for smut & 'Tis the season for smut 2.0, I joined @voltage-vixen and we present you with a revamped third installment of our favorite winter holiday themed challenge!

The challenge starts today, November 23rd, and ends on January 14th. Check the rules below for additional information!

Targeted fandoms: Ikemen Series, Voltage Games, Tears of Themis, MLQC, Obey me!, Mystic Messenger, Genshin Impact. All mobile & console otomes as well as other anime and game fandoms are also encouraged and welcomed to join!

███  RULES:

One prompt list is consisting of fluff prompts, and the other of smut prompts! Minors DNI with the second list, please!

Starting from the day this post goes live, November 23rd, you can begin creating and posting your fandom works (fanfiction, fanart, headcanons, etc) following the prompts in the two lists.

You can combine prompts for the same list or from both lists. You don't have to follow the order of the prompts. You can create as few or as many works you want to! There are no fixed dates for this event, but for those of you who like to post daily, you can do it like a countdown until Christmas day! AUs are allowed. Suitor x Suitor, Suitor x MC, Suitor x OC, Suitor x NPC are all allowed. You can use the gif banner at the top of the post if you'd like to!

Tags for the event will include #’tis the season for love & #’tis the season for love content creation challenge . Additionally, please tag both of us hosts ( @xxsycamore & @voltage-vixen ) in your creations so that we can see and reblog them.

Kristen (voltage-vixen) will be making a masterlist featuring all contributors and their works shortly after the day that marks the end of the challenge, January 14th. A reblog from her means that your work is successfully added to the masterlist. If you suspect that your work went unnoticed or is not on the masterlist when it's posted, don't hesitate to contact either of us!

Both our DMs are open for your questions, and you can also send an ask here on my blog, where other people who might have the same question will be able to get their answers too. We'd love to help!

Happy Holidays to these who are celebrating and to everyone else I hope you have some good time during this time of the year ❤ We can't wait to see your works inspired by the challenge! Happy creating, everyone!

Under the cut you'll find both lists typed out for your convenience 🔽

FLUFF LIST:

Starting with preparations way too early

Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

"Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree."

"This gingerbread house just WON'T stay up!"

Sharing a scarf

"I said that I'd teach you how to ice skate, I didn't say that I know how to ice skate."

Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

Being the MC/LI's fake date for a Christmas party/ball

Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

"Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you."

SMUT LIST:

Warming up together after a snowball fight

Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck

Fun under the blanket

Bodies roasting by the open fire

"A kiss under the mistletoe doesn't have to be where we stop."

"What are we going to do until the storm passes?"

"I've decided I don't want to be on the nice list this Christmas."

Sleigh ride your partner into a holiday bliss

Christmas treats sugar rush

"Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list."

[bishie-haven]

After-party, Day 2!

Day 3’s contents are here! This one is gonna be a bit different compared to showing off merch or ranking cards…it’s gonna get a little personal.

I’ve been wrapped up in this Obey Me! rabbit hole since January 2020. 2 months after the game released and now over 4 years of my life have been taken over. I’ve went back and forth from trying to tier in events, dumping Surprise Guest items at characters to care about intimacy levels, and have even been in the VIP sphere on both games. However, there’s one thing that’s stayed the same in those 4 years, and I bet you can guess what.

My #1 since the game began has been, and continues to be, a certain pink-hued fifth-born.

And I know, everyone has favorite characters in whatever media they consume, who cares? Well, this one’s a bit different. I may sound absolutely insane when I say this, but being practically obsessed with this lust demon has actually improved my life for the better. 

I think I can sum the process up in three words: adoration, consolation, and motivation. 

Adoration

Each of these stages started at different times, but in a way they eventually all melded in the end to create the love I have today. When I first started playing, the word of the day definitely WAS adoration. I remember laying on the couch in January, starting up the first chapter, and Asmo’s energy practically radiated through the screen of my tablet. I think my first statement about it was “Ooooh, you…I like you~ Keep talking!” the second he showed up on screen. 

Through the first few months turned to a year, I loved everything I found out about him and wanted to know more. I liked that he wasn’t afraid to like what he liked, even making trends through RAD in the process. I found it interesting how he was the only brother at the time with a legitimate power at his disposal that wasn’t just a big blast, and that it actually served a purpose. I loved how in the early chapters of the game he truly had flaws out in the open, ripe for development later on (I mean, not giving a damn about LITERALLY starting a war? DUUUUUUDE-). I adored that, outside of certain lines we don’t talk about, he showed bits of his drive and his loyalty that are key parts of his underlying personality today. I honestly couldn’t get enough! While some loved their sadistic ice kings like Lucifer and others liked their bad boy tsunderes like Mammon, I had my self-centered fashionista.

And somehow…self-centeredness ended up being a comfort for me.

Consolation 

We all know what happened in 2020 and bled into the following couple of years. Well, I found out something through all of that time, whether I was in my house or up at college: my mental health was a wreck. Being cooped up and isolated only exacerbated those feelings.

In other words, me in 2020-22:

My self-confidence was at an all-time low. I was anxious about everything, and even trying a new place to have lunch or go study sent me sweating lots of the time. It was hard to talk to people, and there was a point where I was holing myself up in my dorm room and only leaving if I had nothing to eat or if I had a mandatory lecture or lab.

And while it didn’t solve my problems entirely (that’s what counseling helped do), this stupid little mobile game and that strawberry blonde was definitely a help when it came to calming my brain down. It actually comforted me to see, even if it was a fictional supernatural creature at the end of the day, someone who could put themselves out there without any worry and be happy out in the open with others. Especially when we were ripe in the time of social distancing, even if I didn’t necessarily want to be in a crowded club, seeing someone have the ability to just put a smile on my face. 

And soon, as the regulations loosened and daily life seemed to go back to a relative normal, something else came from this passion and comfort.

Motivation

Now while I would absolutely kiss this demon on the lips if I ever got the chance to in real life, I know that isn’t going to be the case. I must go through the struggles of life alone…in the corporeal sense, at least. 

By that, I mean that in many facets of my life, I see Asmo as a role model of sorts. Not in the sense of being egotistical and putting myself first at the unneeded expense of others, no, but rather putting myself first in a healthy way. I’ve developed a skincare routine because of this guy. I’ve started eating better and have gone to the gym regularly for over a year now in order to care for my body more. I’ve used multiple quotes and scenarios from him in order to pull myself out of self-loathing states and be able to walk into situations with more confidence than I ever had before. I think I even started caring more about my personal fashion style!

I know that this was a bit more low-key, and even a bit deep, in terms of what I have been posting here for these little celebration things. But, I wanted to use this post to show a bit of reasoning as to why I love this character so much, why I care about and do these things in the first place, and…honestly…to let anyone who is worried about “liking a fictional character too much” know this: there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. As long as you are able to distinguish the lines between fiction and reality at the end of the day and you aren’t hurting yourself or others in the process, love them as much as you want, show that love as much as you want! At the end of it all, your loves and adorations make you who you are. And if there’s anything I’ve learned from a certain fifth-born, it’s this: almost anything you do can make you unique, adorable, and absolutely amazing.

Thank you for listening to me ramble about my experience with how my troubled mind processes this horny boy. Day 4's content is coming, and features a special guest you might recognize~