#obey me zombie au

[theghostwriter15]

Dark Mc and Dark obey me cast au; Basically an unhinged, unhealthy, the brothers and the other demons are more cruel and demon like, the thing is MC is like that too along with an evil Solomon. ALSO biblically accurate Simeon, and Luke.

Fantasy au; Basically them as different fantasy creatures and MC as a person studying mostly creatures but also plants.

Siren au; Not the Disney sirens, monster like sirens, also dark

House husband au; The way of the house husband x obey me cross over. Brothers and Diavolo, and Barbatos were part of the Yakuza and then your house husbands (Not Barbatos he helps Princy with everything and is a parental figure to you). The angels are the cops, and Solomon is part of the mom group..

FNAF au: The brothers as animatronics and MC as a sleep deprived college student that is way too underpaid for this.

Warrior cat au; Might write for it but it might just be drawings.

Zombie apocalypse au; It's a surprise.

[nocreativityfornames]

More detailed:

Zombie Apocalypse AU: self explanatory, it's the end of the world, the brothers are humans and not actually related ( apart from the twins and Lucifer and Satan maybe ) and they just come together with MC as a group to survive together. Bonus points if some of them die throughout the event. Yeah, that's right, I want that ANGST. ( Solmare will never give it to us though... )

MC gets sick and the brothers have to take care of them: already talked about this in this post :3

Lucifer is out for the weekend, chaos ensues in the house: classic movie trope, the dad leaves and everyone's excited to do whatever the fuck they want and throw a massive party in the house, only for the parent to send a text saying they're coming back earlier than expected. CHAOS.

The bros become humans for a few days/a week: they're hit with some spell, idk, but become a human for a limited amount of time and have to learn what it's like to live as a human. ( I CRAVE for this to have a scene where Satan gets a paper cut and is just blown away because wtf, HUMANS ARE THAT FRAGILE?!?! ) They're all grow a massive respect for MC at the end, because how the fuck do you live like this??

MC becomes an actual sheep: could be another animal too, but I chose sheep because you know, MC is represented by a sheep. It'd just be a cute scenario, and funny too. Give it to me!

Satan & MC bring a cat home and attempt to hide it from the others: idk, could be satan or mc that finds a hurt street kitten, so they bring it home with them and immediately text the other like: "HELP, EMERGENCY SITUATION, CAT INVOLVED!!"

They keep the kitten in one of their rooms and hide it from the others, but slowly, one by one the brothers start finding out about it, and OH BOY DO THEY GET ATTACHED.

The last one who finds out is Lucifer, obviously, but at that point everyone has already grown heart eyes for the tiny thing, and he can't say no to keeping it because all his 6 little brothers + MC are pleading him to let the cat stay and his heart can't take it. WE ADOPT A CAT, FINALLY!

( this one is just what I have as canon for my mc, honestly XD )

[trash-opposum]

Obey Me apocalypse au but it’s a ‘Scouts Guide to the Zombie Apocalypse’ type of thing and not ‘The Walking Dead’ type of thing.

[hallowxiu]

okay i wanna know so be for real

if i were to write an actual in depth lore fan fic for obey me with my ocs, would y'all read it

[crees-a]

Super messy sketch because I really REALLY wanna tell you about this AU

Also thanks to @milkyrrr for helping me :>

So. Villainous trio AU is an AU where Eclipse, Jigsaw and Solar are a group of antagonists working together

Solar:

Solar is brain of team, a mechanic with crazy scientist vibes who can spend weeks in his lab working on some weird machines that most likely won’t even work. Sometimes he builds them just to see them blowing up. Something went boom in the kitchen? Don’t worry it’s just Solar making himself some coffee

Solar killed his Moon after numerous threats and abuse and ran away to a different dimension. He still keeps Moon’s hat like a trophy making Eclipse envious

Jigsaw (Ruin):

Self-proclaimed leader of the group who comes up with most plans and ideas. He is also a carrier of the ruin virus and creator of Eclipse. His personality is almost identical to one he had when first appeared in sams

Eclipse:

Eclipse was infected with the ruin virus by Jigsaw which made him more aggressive and uncontrollably violent. I think the next part will explain everything. It’s honestly my favourite thing about this AU

The ruin virus:

I searched what exactly this virus does in sams and found some facts about Ruin’s dimension instead. So I used them to create my version of this virus

The ruin virus makes animatronics much more aggressive and blood-thirsty but also more fragile and quick to break. That’s why infected animatronics need repairs more often than others. However they don’t turn into some brainless zombies. The virus just makes them really hard to cope with emotions, especially anger and intolerant to humans

I also found that animatronics in Ruin’s dimension have their own hierarchy and thought… what if it’s not just a way to organize themselves but an instinct to obey the one who infected them? So Jigsaw being the one who infected Eclipse made a very interesting “master and his servant” connection between them. No that doesn’t mean Eclipse is just some obedient dog now. This means it’s just more likely to see him next to Jigsaw than anyone else. Eclipse has no choice but look after him like a bodyguard because of the virus

Phew I think that’s all for now. You can always ask some questions about this AU if you'd like :D

[amalainse]

"born under a bad sign"

— sukuna ryomen

tags ට yan sukuna, zombie apocalypse au, sukuna typical violence, slight gore (also typical), dubious consent, fingering, petting, dirty talk (are we even surprised), caretaker kink, minor infantilization, wildest backshots known to man, virgin reader

a/n ට baby's first ever fic <3 i've seen a lot of yan sukuna on my dash (1 & 2) and these ficlets/drabbles acted as my main source of inspiration. this wasn't at all how i imagined this to go, but i don't mind doing a second part at all. sukuna's probably occ but to me he's so sickingly sweet to you, and so violent to everyone else.

───⠀౨ৎ you puzzle around the reasons why sukuna would help you, of all people. why he didn't leave you to die. why he goes through the trouble. and then. and then he shows you. (3.6k wc)

the circumstances in which he stumbles upon you are purely accidental. sukuna swings down the hammer, relishes in the sick squelch of bone and sinew giving away and the feel of blood spattering back onto his face in wide arcs and the sight of you going very, very, still underneath him.

you had been so loud, before. screaming and whining and pleading for mercy. you're silent now. he wonders if you even dare to breathe. and that is how he finds it in himself to stop. to pull away. sukuna hasn't seen you yet, and he's curious to know what he's found.

slowly, with trembling, dainty little fingers, one of your hands reaches up to touch the dead mans shoulder. the tiniest of whimpers escapes you, hand spasming but managing enough of your strength to lift up and push the body away.

sukuna lets the hammer clatter noisily to the floor, smirk widening across his face at how you jump, shoulders raised and body tense with obvious fear. he crouches down, blood covered hand wrapping around your ankle and pulling you in to him with one sudden move. you allow yourself to look at his hands, his clothes spattered in blood, and nothing else.

you tremble, head hanging low. sukuna's tongue traces his sharp teeth, content no longer with silence.

"won't you look at me, sweetheart?" he croons, hand smearing blood from your cheek. you tremble and shake some more, ready to burst out of your skin at the juxtaposition of his touch.

but you lift your head. you obey. you must be fighting against every wired instinct right now. the ones that tell you to run. to hide. he doesn't bother hiding the shuddering low moan when he sees you.

"oh, look at you, gorgeous, prettiest little thing i've ever seen" he says, pulling in closer. the blood coating your face does little to hide your shining wide bambi eyes, your full lips, the gentle swoop of your nose. he reaches out behind him, patting around for something to clean your face. "good girl, stay still. just like that"

sukuna's big hand is like a brand against your skin. he cups your chin, turns your head to the side. you make a loud strangled whimper, no doubt having seen what was left of your attacker. sukuna tuts, pulls you back to him, pets at your shoulders and the back of your head until you calm down.

when he turns your head again, you keep your eyes shut.

"wh-what's your. your name?" you say, shakily, eyes darting across his face, pretty brown hands curling and uncurling with anxiety. its clear that you're just looking for something to distract you. it's endearing. you're endearing. sukuna wants to carve out a hole inside his chest and shove you in it.

"sukuna." he says simply, eyes catching on a reflecting light. his thumb trails from the side of your neck now, down to your chest. and the small golden pin pressed into your bloodstained shirt. whistles in surprise. "waseda?"

you nod slowly, reaching for your pin again. sukuna lets you get close enough to grab it and then at the last second, holds it above your head.

his presses the pin back into your palm, and pets at your hair. "bet you would've fetched a pretty penny before all of this huh? sweet little girl like you. what'd you study in waseda, pretty girl?"

"law" you mumble, mouth struggling to form around the word. he barks out a loud laugh at that, petting at your face like one would a nervous kitten. your hands curl into your lap. "do—are you in...are you in school sukuna?"

another loud laugh. he manages to sound mocking and sweet all at once and his voice stuffs your head with cotton. "no, sweet girl. not in school"

"oh." you swallow around nothing again, voice quiet. you don't want to know what he did, before. you aren't sure you'll be able to stomach the answer. silence stretches between the two of you once more, and you know he's waiting for something. "do you have any water?"

sukuna smirks, teeth glinting in the low light. doesn't say anything at all. your mind puzzles over your words, searching for an error. you frown, peering over at him question dancing on your tongue.

he says nothing still. and his hand encloses around yours, pulls it into his lap. he traces over your fingers and up to your wrist, up some more—to your forearm. his other hand reaches for the hammer, still bloody, still wet, as he stands to his feet and pulls you up with him.

you have no choice, but to follow him. you're weak, physically, emotionally, mentally—you never would have been able to survive on your own.

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

you wrack your brain, searching for a reason.

before, your family had money. sukuna would have been compensated heavily for his time, for his odd stroke of generosity—no matter the violent steps taken in between. but your family is in america, and you are here, in japan. tears bead at your waterline and you're quick to brush them away but they won't stop falling. they fall faster than your hands can move and you curl into yourself.

sukuna raps his knuckles against the door loudly. waits a moment and then pushes both of you inside. its a bit nicer than what you would assume a man like sukuna—the type of bash a mans head in with you still underneath him—would enjoy. but then it breaches your mind in a moment of painstakingly clarity. you don't know him at all.

"are you going to kill me?" you ask through your tears, shuddering and shaking. maybe sukuna's the sick sort of man you've studied in your textbooks. the kind that like's to draw the violence out, so that it'll hurt more. there's a word for that kind of man.

it's been. it's been days, you think. a week, at most. together, you've encountered a dozen zombies. each time is the same. he pushes you behind him, kills them all quickly and the first time, you threw up. sukuna petted at your hair, crooning softly at you—tells you he'll take care of you. he'll make them go away.

"do you want me to kill you?" sukuna asks instead, smirking. he gestures for you to follow, beckoning you forwards with two fingers.

you shake your head, and then when you realize he can't exactly see, garble out a shaky, "no, b—but why would you help me if i can't. i can't give you anything"

a bathroom is where he's led you to. sukuna drags a small stool over using his foot, plants himself down on it. your mouth parts in surprise when the water turns on, sloshing loudly against the tub.

sukuna hums, tugs you forward—dragging you into his lap. he doesn't answer you, not yet, hands reaching up to tug your shoes off, then your socks. massages his bloodstained hands into your calves, skirting up to your knobby knees and higher still to unbutton your long skirt.

you make a small sound of objection, pushing your legs closed as your breath quickens. "sukuna? what are you, stop please?"

the hand that had been bracing you in his lap reaches down to push your legs apart, easily too easily, and when you try to squirm the hand unbuttoning your skirt hooks around your waist. pulls you back in. one swat against your thigh, underneath the fabric pooling around your waist has you stilling against him.

"just gettin' you clean, pretty girl" he says, petting your sides and your stomach. "gotta take a bath"

"s-sukuna" you hate the way your voice tapers off into a whimper, pushing at his arm again. "i can. i can bathe myself"

there's a snorting sound in your ear, rumbling deep from his chest. one of his hands reaches into your skirt, cups your ass, massages you through your plain cotton panties. and his other hand dances up to your hip, reaches up to hook thick fingers around the bands of your skirt and panties—tugging them down to your knees and then dropping them on the floor.

he makes another amused sound when your hands jump to cover your exposed mound. "you can't do anything by yourself. not if i don't help you"

your mouth pulls into a frown, anger swirling inside you. he says it like he knows you. like its the absolute truth. "that's not true. i can"

sukuna ignores you. like you're a child. reaches up under your shirt to unhook your bra, massaging your small breasts. then again at your spine. pulls your blazer off, then takes special care in buttoning each and every button on your shirt. reaches a hand over to turn the water off, to sprinkle in salts. he's methodical, sure in his movements.

the room fills with the smell of flowers, of almonds and honey. your naked, shivering in his lap from the cold and from the fear strumming along your nerves.

he could break you, but he handles you so gently. you find that your body is as taught as a wire. you wonder how long it'll take for that gentleness to go away. for him to hurt you. to kill you, even though he hasn't said he will.

"isn't that better?" he asks, kneeling beside the tub, washcloth running over your skin. the dirt and sweat and grime washes away from your skin, water turning a murky brown. "i know what you need, sweetheart. i'll take care of you. soft little thing like you, bet you spend your entire life being taken care of."

and then—and then he pulls away. you go to wrap your arms around your middle, thankful that it's over. that that's all he wanted. that your still alive.

your stomach lurches for an entire different reason when you hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper, loud in the quiet room. you hang your head, breathe loudly through your nose and wait. a handful of minutes pass by and then sukuna's hands grab at your waist, lifting you up enough for him to join you.

you turn around, facing his chest. a part of you is surprised that he let you. its becoming apparent to you now that you're going to be doing a lot less of what you want, now. the other part, bigger, pressing, is upset. angry. shameful. why are you giving up so easily? why aren't you fighting back?

the answer hurts more than you'd like to admit. you've never fought back. always gave up so easily. you do what your parents want, act how they think you should. make friends with the people your advisors approve of. sukuna had been so shamefully close to the truth—without anyone calling the shots for you, you're afraid of how little you know yourself.

"i can help" you say softly, grabbing the small washcloth from his hands. really, in all honestly, you just want this to be over faster. don't want him to draw it out anymore. "i can do some things"

sukuna hums, hand reaching out to play with your hair.

he's got a lot of tattoos. and he's big, with huge muscles, hard planes that seem to stretch on for miles. there's nicks, tiny scrapes and cuts and littering of scars everywhere.

"you can do some things," agrees sukuna, once you've finished and the water drains from the tub. he's naked still, and now there water isn't there to hide anything. but he's so large, everywhere, the scent of him filling up your head. "would you like to do something for me, sweet girl?"

you have an inkling of what he wants, and your twist your hands in your lap. you have no choice, even if he phrases it like you do. he could toss you back out there, with the dead roaming the streets, bloodshot and thirsty and eager. so you nod, and climb into his lap, tucking your face into his neck—legs spreading out on either side of his hips when he pushes a hand onto your lower back.

"if you'll be good, i can be good." sukuna says, tracing the knobs on your spine.

you swallow, afraid to ask, but knowing that you must. "you wwon't—you won't let. others?"

"smart girl. good girl, it'll be just me. no other man could take care of you like i could." sukuna's fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, spreads your legs apart to look down at your cunt. you've got ugly hips, like a boy. and you don't shave, and you hope the sparse layer of hair isn't enough to turn him off. you want him to like what he sees. so he. so he can take care of you. your stomach clenches painfully when he presses the flat of his palm on your hipbone.

"you got a boyfriend, pretty girl?"

you shake your head, still tucked into his neck as he continues his caressing and petting. his fingers inch closer to your cunt, rubbing at the outer lips.

sukuna smirks. you can feel it rather than see it. "of course you don't, good girl like you. probably focused on your studies. my little lawyer girl. fuck, sweetheart, you've got such a pretty little cunt. you touch yourself? use your words"

"y-yes—sometimes" you reply, hips jerking as his fingers pet around your clit. you can hear yourself breathing heavier now, and its so shameful, you're dirty—nasty. your parents would be so ashamed of you.

he presses a kiss to the top of your head. it's so so gentle, you think you could cry. "with your fingers, sweet girl?"

you nod against his skin again, but remember that he wants you to talk. to use words. you swallow around a soft sound, trying to close your legs. "yes. but—b-but not my fingers...i tried, and it didn't—it didn't feel, it was okay but..."

god. you hate the way your voice cracks and breaks. how you fumble and trip over words. he must think you stupid now, inept, and your scared you're turning him off, that he might go soft. you clamp your mouth shut, screwing your eyes closed with a tapering whimper as he continues to pet around your pussy.

you're getting wetter, slicking up nicely. sukuna drags your slick to your hole, pets around it. returns back to your clit and rubs faster—at an intensity you would've shied away from if it was just you. a sound escapes you, and you're desperate to choke it down, hips bucking up into his touch.

sukuna swats at your ass, not hard enough to hurt. but a warning. the next sound you make, you don't bother trying to cover it up. his fingers flick at your clit in reward, and then his middle finger begins to press inside.

"there we go, good girl, relax for me, fuck, you're so tight" he sounds like he's putting his cock in your...in your cunt. and not, not his fingers. you whimper, nails pricking into his skin when his thumb returns to your clit. he pulls out, presses back in, other hand guiding your hips down into a slow rhythm. "that feel good?"

"yyeah" you sigh, making another high noise when a second finger presses in next to the first. he's speeding up now, and the sound of slick spurting out of your cunt, his fingers slamming up into your hole, stretching you out and its so—its so dirty but he isn't stopping, and had your nails dig into the meat of his shoulders. he's reminded of a cat sticking its nails into its owner, and thats you, you're his little kitten, gushing slick all over his hands, making little uhuhuh noises, endless whimpers and gasps of his name. "su-su'kuna, 'kuna! ohhh, uh, uh—'kuna"

sukuna throws his head back, cock so hard its throbbing. like he could cum. like he could cum and all he's got is two fingers inside your weeping cunny. if you sound like this now, if you're arching like this now, hips bucking up and legs kicking like this now—

"fuck baby, thereee you go" he goads, thumb reaching up to massage at your clit. the coil in your lower belly tightens up, faster and faster and sweat burns down your neck and you can tell you're about to come and you try to—you try to get the words out, hand that was previously clawing at his skin reaching down to try and push his hand away. but sukuna's stronger than you, not stopping, grunting out in your ear "can't wait to get inside this cunt. gonna fuck her so good, gonna give my sweet girl what she needs, shit, baby, listen to you, sound so pretty—you're such a good girl. gonna cream around me so good. go ahead and cum pretty, let go, i'll take care of it"

that feeling draws up, tighter and tighter and to fight back a scream, you bite down on his neck, panting wetly against his skin. your legs kick out, squirming wildly in his lap and your orgasms crashes into you like a freight train.

sukuna—he. he keeps his promise. takes care of it, talks you through it, fingers still pumping inside and stretching you out. presses sweet kisses to the side of your face, doesn't even seem to feel your teeth digging in, free hand running up and down your spine. laughs, whenever you seem to come back to it.

his hand reaches up, pats your ass softly. "on your stomach baby, good girl"

it would have been harder, you think, if you hadn't already cum. but you're pliant, going easily to your stomach. you can feel his hands, hot like firey brands, pulling you up to your knees, gripping tightly onto your hips. he cants his cock up against your pussy, swipes it through your slick before reaching down to guide it inside.

your mouth parts on a loud moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. he's so much bigger than his fingers, wide and girthy—filling you up so well. he pulls out, pushes in a little more, repeats the process until his balls push up against your ass with a soft smack that has you both groaning out.

his hands fall back to your hips, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. you let out a loud yelp, almost pained, sensitive from just cumming and he's thrusting into you with short, hard jerks of his hips, cock hitting your sweet spot so well, breaths coming out of you in aborted little gasps. you fall forwards into the pillows, moaning louder now and sukuna doesn't slow down—but he speeds up, goes harder, grunting softly underneath your whiny and wet noises.

"ffffuck, fuck, baby, yeah. good fucking girl. knew this'd be the tightest little cunt. squeezin me so tight, pretty girl" pours the dirty words from his mouth as his balls smack loudly against your ass. your cunt squelches, so wet from your orgasm and getting wetter still. your hands fly to his arms, whining, pushing blindly at him. its too much, too fast—you can't take it, and you whine again, hands clawing at the sheets trying to—"no, no, fuck. don't run from it baby. c'mon you can take it, i know my good girl can take it"

you can't speak, so you shake your head wildly, jerking forwards hard enough that his cock slips out and that makes you moan like... like a whore, turning on your side to catch your breath. but its only for a second, before sukuna's back, guiding you onto your front with a soft cooing noise—slipping back inside.

its a different angle now, with his arm around your waist, keeping your ass nice and pert against his cock as he drills into your weepy cunt. dirty talk spews from his mouth, telling you to take it, telling you how good you are, how tight your cunny is clamping around his cock. calls you a whore, a slut, and you whine loudly at that, hands spasming in the sheets as you shake your head wildly.

"i-i'm not," you protest, pushing your ass back, "not a slut, 'kuna, not—i'm not, please, pleasepleasepleaseples—"

sukuna laughs, sounding dark and sarcastic. "no, baby, i'm sorry—fuck, you're not a slut, just fffuck, you're just so good for me aren't you? sweet girl, taking it so well, pussy's so good baby, i'll keep you forever. keep you right here on my cock, mm. wanted to be gentle for my sweet girl, i'll treat her right next time—"

his thrusts send you up the bed, headboard knocking against the wall, and you can feel his face shove into the sheets next to your head as he speeds up. he's close to cumming, he tells you as his fingers intertwine with yours. he squeezes your hand tight, grunting lowly in your ear before pulling out so fast your body crumples to the bed like dead weight. he jerks his cock quickly, spurting cum over your ass and lower thighs.

you cough, swallow around your slightly hoarse throat. "they...su-'kuna, what if they...heard? and they come?"

sukuna's hands caresses your flank, every inch of bare skin he can reach. "didn't i tell you i'd take care of it sweetheart?"

you think you manage to nod, fighting against your eyes slipping shut. and you think, you think sukuna laughs again, promises again that he's not letting you go. and your heart clenches when you realize what it had been, the reason he had helped you in the first place.

and it makes you feel gross, makes you feel used. like a whore. and you fall into sleep. and the last thought on your mind is, he'll take care of it.

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me! As Cats

Recommendation for cat au always welcome!

[hongjoongspoetry]

Bones, Blood and Teeth Erode | Deleted Scene

⚠️ Summary: The chance of turning into a walking corpse was greater than finding love in the jumbled mess of despair and death, yet you happened to stumble upon the other half of your soul. After many fights and misunderstandings, you and Yunho explain each side of the story and decide to make your mouths do something far more enjoyable than spitting harsh words and biting remarks. Starts from where the oneshot ended.

⚠️ Pairing(s): Jeong Yunho x F!Reader

⚠️ Genres/Tropes: Non-idol AU, zombie apocalypse AU, romance, smut, golden retriever x black cat (kinda, not really)

⚠️ Warnings/Tags: Female reader, no use of (Y/N), safe sex (wrap before you tap), oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), brief breast play, pantie sniffer Yunho, minor breeding kink, praise, aftercare, petnames (angel, darling, good boy/girl), not beta-read

⚠️ Wordcount: 6.3K

⚠️ Author's note: So... this is what was going to happen after Yunho and MC proclaim their love to each other, but I decided to leave the smut scene out hehehe. However, my lovely @bvidzsoo got a whiff of the deleted smut scene and well, here we are! Everyone say 'thank you Ari!' 😄 I would highly appreciate it if you checked out Bones, Blood and Teeth Erode first! Keep in mind this is my first time writing smut so be kind lmaoo.

This is all fiction and not meant to represent the idols involved in any way or form. This work is NSFW and not appropriate for minors as it contains explicit scenes as well as adult language. Minors and ageless blogs refrain from reading this work!

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“I need you… I need to show you how much I truly adore you. Please, may I paint you with my love until you’re covered in nothing but the shade of me?”

“Yunho…”

“I won’t be mad if you don’t want to. I’ve already said what my heart desires the most in the world, but I want to do this for us. For you, angel.”

“Show me then.”

The most mundane words made him into the happiest man alive. He weaved his fingers through yours and tugged you in the direction of the watchtower furthest away from the prison building. An exchange of comforting squeezes lasted the short journey and Yunho even looked over his shoulder every few seconds to assure himself you were really there. You weren’t any better. You couldn’t take your eyes off his back and stumbled over your own feet in the process. The inside didn’t exceed your expectations. The tower was twice the size of a prison cell with a lot more space to move around in. A somewhat clean mattress was pushed up to one side of the room. Yunho gently closed the trap door behind you and plopped down on the poor excuse of a bed. As much as he longed to kiss you until both were on the verge of passing out, he let you take in the new setting. The last thing he wanted was to rush you. The night had just begun and you had all the time in the world to explore each other, to learn the way your bodies function. 

Yunho silently patted the empty space on his left and you obeyed. His hand was warm on your thigh and you fought back the shiver pleading to glide down your back. 

“Is this okay?” He whispered and you nodded. “Words, please. I need to hear you say it.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and he nearly ascended to heaven then and there. “It’s okay.”

He swallowed a heavy gulp of nervous saliva and moved his hand to rest on the soft cushion behind you. Leaning in closer so his breath fanned your cheeks and lips almost grazing yours, Yunho feigned confidence as he flashed a devilishly handsome smirk.

“And now?”

“It’d be better if you just kissed me.” 

Your wish was his command. The previously bare skin of your neck was embraced by his palm while his other hand found your hips and maneuvered you to lay down. Your own hands latched onto his bicep and the side of his face to ground yourself from the heated kiss. The sweetness he showed you minutes ago was abandoned on the field and replaced by urgency as well as the need to taste you again. It was filthy with a lot of spit and your tongues rolling against each other. 

He left open mouthed kisses along your skin and trailed down your neck to your collarbones, even reaching your earlobe which Yunho gently bit down on and whispered softly, “You drive me crazy, angel.”

Having had enough of his teasing, you rolled him on his back and plopped down on his crotch. The element of surprise mixed with your clothed cunt pressing against his half-hard cock caught him off guard, and a gutted groan slipped past his bruised lips. You seized the moment and peppered harsh suckles to his neck, determined to leave an array of beautiful roses and sweetpeas on his pale skin. His hands flew up and gripped your hips, and the image of his finger leaving dark blotches on your skin heightened the ache between your legs.

“Be patient, darling. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” 

You were once again on your back, this time with Yunho pushed between your legs, groins aligned and chests touching. You needed Yunho like he was the means to survival. He was the nectar you’d search for in the wild, the sun you’d grow to reach and the water you’d boil to drink. Patience wasn’t a word in your dictionary anymore. Not when he held you softly and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. An overwhelming feeling of warmth and belonging stored in your chest, but you couldn’t label it for what it was because you had never experienced such strong emotions before. Not even when the world was still normal. It was so frustrating that tears gathered in your eyes and eventually escaped down the valley of your cheeks. 

“Why are you crying, my pretty girl?” Yunho cooed and wiped the salty liquid with his thumbs. “You’re so pretty. Your eyes and nose, lips, and everything. So pretty.” He left chaste kisses to the corner of your eyes and mouth, and on the top of your nose.

“I don’t know,” you admitted and turned away from him as heat attacked your face.

He caught your chin between his thumb and index finger, and gently guided you to look at him again. “Don’t do that, angel. It’s okay to cry, just don’t shy away from me.”

Vulnerability was almost as scary as a biter, the only difference was you knew how to handle the latter. So, for once in your life, you heeded his advice and clasped your hands around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. In a perfect world, Yunho would have his lips locked with yours for all eternity. You let out a whine of dismay — a noise you didn’t know you had in you — as he broke apart and Yunho couldn’t help but smile as he pressed a kiss to your sternum. Aroused and curious, you leaned back on your elbows to get a better look at what he was doing. Yunho continued his path further down your clothed body; your ribs, belly button, hips and even dared to graze your lower abdomen, right on your mound. In the wake of his kisses, your skin sizzled with excitement and your breath got heavier.

Yunho intensely held your eyes, not once looking away, as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly lifted it to expose the button of your pants, but didn’t go further than that. It took you an embarrassingly long time to realize he was waiting for your permission. With a wordless nod, he unclasped your bottoms and slowly stripped them off your legs leaving you in thin black panties doing nothing to cover your pussy. It was with great restraint that Yunho held back from tearing the flimsy material and going head first between your legs. To have you writhe and moan at the wonders of his tongue and fingers as he fucked you open, spreading your juices all over his nimble limbs and listen to you fall apart over, and over again. Instead, he caressed your legs, starting from your ankles and gliding up your calves to massage the expanse of your thighs. Much like before, he dropped searing kisses along the same paths his fingers had touched your skin. Each leg was thrown over his shoulder and your heart quickened at the closer proximity. 

Terms of endearment were let out in the open and his whispers of ‘so good for me’, ‘my pretty angel’, ‘only for me’ heightened the fire lit in your stomach. 

You sucked in a sharp breath of air as Yunho nibbled on the inner side of your thigh, leaving his mark on the beautiful canvas that was you. A harsh hiss escaped your lips as he gave equal attention to your other thigh and he would have decorated your skin in more vivid colors if it weren’t for your plea of touching you where you needed him the most.

“Anything for you, pretty girl.”

The barely-even touch of his finger skimming over your clothed sex had you falling back down against the mattress, your hands squeezing the shit out of the sheet below in a futile attempt to calm down. Each nudge of his digit sent a crackling jolt of electricity up your spine, but it faded out before you could even feel as much as a buzz of euphoria.

“So wet for me.”

“Yunho,” you hissed, but it proved success as he inched your panties to the side and took a long, surprising lick up your slit. 

Your gutted moan mixed with his lewd slurping noises just made your cheeks burn hotter. Yunho was relentless as he dragged his tongue through your folds and collected your wetness. It got you gripping the sheets and bucking your hips up, needing him closer. In return, Yunho pinned you to the mattress with an arm pressed over your stomach. He could die a happy man right then and there; between your legs and face stuffed with your cunt. The vibrations of his hum combined with the skilled movements of his wet tongue made you all the more vocal.

“You’re delicious, baby.” The praise had you grinding your hips the best you could with the restraint holding you down. “Oh, you like hearing that, don’t you? My sweet little thing tastes so good I could sit here all day.”

“Yunho,” you whined and bucked up again.

“Shhh, just relax for me.” 

He lowered himself down again and you squirmed as his warm breath fanned over your pussy lips. Expecting to feel his mouth, you didn’t know what to do with yourself as his finger was swallowed by your wet hole. With screwed eyes and mouth wide, you basked in the pleasure of his finger working you open. It was when he pulled out and added another digit that you took a hold of his wrist, the sensation getting too much for you, but Yunho had other plans. He intertwined your fingers with his free ones and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“You’re so good for me, just hold on a little longer. Could you do that angel?”

Yunho smirked at your little nod. Plunging back his fingers in you, he quickened the pace and gave your clit an overwhelming amount of attention filtering between his tongue and thumb. His name fell from your lips, an indication that you were close to release and who was he to deny that? He waited until his fingers were deep in you and curled them just enough to stroke the spot that made you see stars. The combination of his mouth sucking on your clit and fingers exploring your needy hole pushed you over the edge. As you lay there, legs shaking and chest heaving, Yunho continued worshiping you with his mouth. It was his life mission to suck you dry and he didn’t stop until you weakly pushed his head back. Obliging, he pulled his sticky fingers out and wasted no time wrapping his mouth around them. The sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his head, chin glistening and lips red could make you come again and if the prominent bulge in his jeans was anything to go by, Yunho could cum untouched. 

You didn’t know what came over you. One second you were laying limp, unable to catch your breath let alone move and in the next you were pouncing on him. Tasting yourself of his tongue and grinding against his hard on. 

“I need you.” You kissed him and he returned it with just as much passion.

“You have me.”

“I need you in my mouth,” you elaborated and pressed the heel of your palm to his groin. It was incredibly arousing to see the effect you had on him and admittedly, it was hot to know a big guy like Yunho could crumble with the touch of your fingers. The fun didn’t last long though.

“We’ll get there, angel, but right now it’s all about you so just lay down for me.”

Handing over your dominance like it weighed nothing, you scooted down from Yunho’s lap and leaned back on your feet. Your hands, though, didn’t inch away from him and trailed the edge of his shirt.

“Go on then, take it off.”

The material was immediately pulled over his head and thrown haphazardly somewhere in the room. You didn’t care, not when you were whisked away by his striking body. Chiseled with fine lines tracing the contours of his abs and muscles. It was hard to look away. If not for the muscles, then for the scars portraying his survival. You traced each and every one with the tips of your fingers and lingered on the healed bullet wound. Sensing the change in your demeanor, he took hold of your hand and gave it a kiss. He didn’t want you to think about that now, God knows you deserve a break from fearing for your lives.

Yunho mimicked your action from earlier and got your shirt off, leaving you in nothing but a black bra and matching panties. You slapped his chest as he whistled and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. Whispering a faint ‘fuck off’, you covered your face and fell back on the mattress.

“Don’t get shy on me now, I’ve already seen how pretty you are.”

He caught your flying foot and you let out a screech as he pulled you toward him. It was muffled by his lips massaging yours. His hands explored your body, gripping and squeezing anything he could take hold of, and he got drunk on the sounds you were making. Nothing could beat the beautifully erotic moan that spilled out of your mouth when he skimmed over your boobs and it was his cue to give them some more attention. He laid his whole body weight on your legs and gently wrapped each hand around the sides of your torso while simultaneously pressing his thumbs into your nubs, and slowly swirled them around your covered tits. The pleasure flared up in you like fireworks, but it wasn’t enough to make you unravel for the second time and you couldn’t do anything to hasten his pace. Unless you begged.

“Yunho, faster.”

“Mmm, what did you say?” 

You could hear the smile behind his words and if it weren’t for your lust filled senses, you’d give him something to smile about. Despite having a taste of you, Yunho was adamant on taking things slow and it felt like forever until he took your bra off. Cheeks burning and body growing hot from the sudden bashfulness of being laid bare before him had you covering your chest, which Yunho tutted at and hastily grabbed your wrists.

“Please don’t do that. You’re beautiful, angel, and it’s just me. Just your Yunho.”

Reluctant, you searched his face for a hint of dishonesty. You hadn’t given yourself to anyone in a long time — courtesy of the dead, quite literally wanting to eat you — but you’ve experienced a fair deal of men trying to get into your pants through flattering lies, and it wouldn’t surprise you if Yunho shared that cursed behavior. However, one thing was clear; you wouldn’t last another day in the prison if he did. The emotional hurt would be unbearable. But this was Yunho. Your Yunho. 

“Okay.”

“Good. Now… lay back and relax for me. Let me make you feel good again.”

That he did. Again and again, and again. The arch of your back didn’t come from his fingers moving in and out of your cunt or the flat of his tongue flicking your clit. It was the result of Yunho’s mouth hallowing around your boob, tongue swirling around your erect nub while the other got the full attention of his hand. The nipple was caught between his forefinger and thumb, twirling and pinching it enough to send ecstasy through your veins.

“Yuh–” You moaned and cradled his head closer to your chest. “More.”

Who knew a man licking and sucking on your tits could make you feel so alive? Yunho let go with a pop, his lips red and covered in saliva — just like your tit — and blew air on your nipple making it harden before giving the same treatment to the other. Glancing down, you found his eyes already on you, even with his mouth occupied. Focused and following every flex of your facial muscles, it felt like he was looking deep into your soul. Something was telling you he enjoyed watching your face contort into pleasure more than he’d like to admit. If he could tease you, why wouldn’t you do the same? Throwing the caution of anyone overhearing your intimate moment, you parted your lips and let the loudest of moans rivet the walls. The stutter of his hips against yours was proof your plan worked. 

“You’re really making it hard to take things nice and slow, angel,” he groaned and grinded his pelvis against your cunt, allowing the wetness to seep through his pants.

“Then don’t,” came your breathless reply. “Don’t hold back. You’ve already shown how much you like me. What I need is you to fuck me, hard and fast. Please, Yunho.”

Maybe it was your whining tone or perhaps your straightforwardness making him scrap his plan of intimate lovemaking. It wouldn’t surprise him if your vulgar language set him off, hearing you explicitly say what you wanted him to do. Deep within, Yunho knew it was the Godforsaken way his name rolled off your tongue. Being left with nothing but the brain of a caveman, he ripped your panties into two and scrunched the material in his hand, and brought them up to his nose. The sniff he gave them was long and got you dripping like a broken faucet. You were intoxicating in all possible ways and Yunho already longed for the next day he could unravel you again. But first, he’d make you come on his dick, once, twice, even three times if you’d let him.

Distracted by the scent of your panties, Yunho didn’t notice you discretely guide your fingers to your soaping cunt. He missed the way you parted your pussy lips, glistening with your juices and the excess of Yunho’s spit, and teased your clit. Being in charge of your own pleasure, you didn’t hold back and filled yourself with two fingers and pushed the heel of your palm against your throbbing clit. Waves of warmth spread to your toes, but you soon realized your fingers weren’t reaching the same spot as Yunho did. The desperate and clenching sound of your digits going in and out of your hole grounded Yunho. He nearly fell over at the beauty before him; you spread open and fucking yourself, whimpering and biting down on your lip to hide the sinful sounds.

“Like– uh… what you s–h-ee?” You asked through a moan. 

“Gorgeous,” Yunho replied and leaned back on the ends of his feet. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it at a snail’s pace, giving you all the more reason to grow frustrated. 

“Hurry.”

You were always so snappy and demanding even when clouded by the need to be stuffed full of cock.

Undoing the zip of his bottoms, Yunho was reminded of the important package he stored in his pocket. The sudden slap of the condom had you sliding your fingers out of yourself. The foil packet was cold against your stomach. You took it between your index- and middle fingers, and looked up at your lover.

Glancing in Yunho’s direction, you did a double take at the blue tinfoil packages in his hands and grew hot from embarrassment. Your look was all it took for Yunho to defend himself.

“What? I doubt people want to reciprocate at this time.”

He wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t make you feel any better or stop the sensual image of Yunho. His naked body tangled in sheets looming over you and the very same condom you just saw in his hands, now stuck between his lips. Then you shook your head, as if to make the thought disappear before it could delve into an even more lustful scenario. The naked Yunho was gone, but the heat burned your cheeks worse than the sun on a summer day.

The huge grin on Yunho’s face told you he thought of the very same memory. The condom was pried from your hands and placed on the mattress a little further away as he stepped back to stand up. He then guided you to the waistband of his pants and raised a brow, the corners of his mouth curling up. There was no need to say it out loud because you knew exactly what he was hinting at. Getting up on your knees, you were quick to push the material of his pants and boxers down midthigh, allowing his erect cock to break free of its confines. His member stood tall and proud, the tip flushed a beautiful hue of red and weeping a little bit of pre-cum. You salivated at the image and wanted him– no, you needed him in your mouth. Now.

You peered up at him, eyes big and your tongue rolling out, as your fingers fell like dominoes around the hard length of him, starting from your pinky and ending with your thumb. Yunho hissed and his dick twitched at the contact. You leaned closer to the tip, mouth open and drool dripping from your tongue, but you weren’t going to give him what he wanted just yet. A gust of cold air swept over his hot member and Yunho weaved his fingers into your hair, not pulling at it, but using it as an anchor to not topple over from your mischief.

“Aren’t you a good boy?”

Yeah, Yunho was a goner. His eyes fluttered shut and his chest heaved as his cocked lived a life of its own; twitching and oozing more precum. You stroked your hand up and darted your thumb over his slit before moving it back down to the base. Sparks of pleasure spread to every nerve in his body and he got lost in the blissful sensation.

“Answer me, Yunho.”

“I’m ah, a guh– good boy!”

The glint in your eyes at his words was dangerous, but all Yunho could think about was the feel of your wet and warm mouth, him hitting the back of your throat, feeling you gag around him, oh boy. Nothing could beat the real thing. You licked a stripe up the underside of his member and then tapped the tip once, twice on your tongue before enveloping it in your mouth and suckling on it like a lollipop. He threw his head back with a groan of appreciation. You spread your spit diligently down his cock and spread the wetness further down his shaft, gradually taking him deeper into your mouth. Yunho had a pretty cock, that you would admit; long and curving with a very prominent vein decorating the side.

The first few seconds were spent getting adjusted to his size — something you’d have to undoubtedly do later too — but when you got the hang of it, you had no issue bobbing your head up and down. You wanted him to lose all sense in his limbs and were determined to make him see beyond stars. Yunho released a shuddering moan in response to your hum teasing his sensitive cock with vibrations.

“Please, don’t stop.”

He opened his mouth to continue with his praises, but the tip of your tongue gliding into his slit drew out another strained moan instead. It sent throbs of arousal to your core. The gurgle of words dying in your throat at his thick cock made Yunho grow harder and more aroused. The drool spilling out the sides of your mouth left a trail down your neck that was so messy and nasty, but he loved every second of it. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked harder, even massaged his balls until his pleads were nothing but a mess of jumbled words and moans. 

“Angel, my– ah my angel!” 

Yunho couldn’t stop the involuntary thrusts upward, but you were unphased by the jab of his tip to the back of your throat. All you did was suck harder, tongue caressing the underside of his cock and sending him to heaven. He tightened the grip on your hair, but not so you couldn’t move if you desired to do so and a broken string of moans echoed in the room. Goosebumps broke out on the surface of his skin as his vision faded to black. Your mission of having him see the stars went beyond that as he was met with an exploding supernova. 

Your nails dug into his hips, holding him in place so he had no other choice but to spill his seed onto your tongue. There was so much cum it was impossible to keep it all inside that the white liquid trickled onto the mattress, making you look so fucked out. You swallowed the bit that hadn’t gone to waste. Coming down from his high, Yunho cradled your cheek and smeared the rest of himself all over your face. He brought you into a kiss, not caring about tasting his warm and salty release on your tongue. Your angelic giggle filled the room and Yunho smiled against your lips before pulling apart.

“You’re amazing,” he panted and guided you to lay on your back as he crawled over you.

“I know,” you replied and ran your fingers through his wet bangs, styling them to expose his forehead. You could never get enough of Yunho’s ethereal face, even when sporting sweaty and glowing cheeks.

The sight of your teary eyes and swollen lips had his cock stiffening again in record time. How couldn’t it when you looked so pliant beneath him? All traces of playfulness were wiped off his face and he tilted your head up to look straight into his dark, hooded eyes half-lidded with desire. 

“I need to fuck you angel, to watch my cock go in and out of your needy little hole. You’ll take me nice and good, won’t you? Every inch and drop of cum I have to offer. I’ll fill you up until my cum trickles out of you and then fuck it back in– oh fuck! Please, let me make you feel good.” 

If there was anything better than hearing a man moan, it’d be to hear him beg. Lucky for you, you got the best of both worlds. Taking a hold of his member, you guided the cockhead through your folds and both groaned in unison.

“Wh–wait!”

In the blurry haze of pleasure, Yunho hastily grabbed the forgotten condom and flimsily tore its package. A whimper of dismay reverberated in the room and your pout had him reconsidering whether the wrapper was necessary or not. Gaining clarity amidst the thick fog of lust, he shook the awful idea out of his head and rolled the condom on. Raising a child or getting a STD wouldn’t be ideal in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, no matter how much he’d love to see you full of his seed or cradling a newborn.

“‘M sorry angel, but that’s non-negotiable.”

“I know,” you sighed and cupped his cheek, dragging him down into a heart fluttering kiss. You hitched a leg around his waist and pulled your bodies closer. His cock grinded against your cunt and you inhaled in a sharp breath as he gently teased your entrance.

“We’ll go slow, darling.” He spread his fingers through yours and pressed your intertwined hands against the mattress while his elbow kept him from crushing you, his thumb still rubbing soothingly against your cheek. “Anytime you need a pause or need me to stop, just tell me, alright?”

You were wet and ready, had been from the moment Yunho rolled you beneath him. The chaste feel of your lips on his palm was the confirming answer he was searching for to get started. The tip nuzzled against your entrance and your walls immediately clenched against nothing. 

“Breathe, angel. Breathe.” 

Yunho didn’t progress until you relaxed and didn’t pose the threat of snapping his dick in half. His movements were slow and careful. It required time and patience, but he eventually managed to bury himself completely in you. His cock prodded your belly and Yunho had to screw his eyes shut or he’d come on the spot. You whimpered at the lack of movement and wiggled impatiently.

“Yunho, you can move now.”

“Are you sure?” He swiped a trickle of sweat off your forehead, his eyes constantly searching for an indicator of discomfort.

“Yes! Please, just fuck me!”

Yunho moved with precision. He was just about out of you — only keeping the tip engulfed by your heat — and then in one long stroke, he filled the empty space taking your breath away. He planted kisses along your jawline and relentlessly thrust inside you, not giving you a chance to catch your breath. You raised your free hand, blindly searching for something to grapple onto and Yunho guided it around his neck, and hoisted you to sit on his lap. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he guided you up and down on his cock. The sudden change in position had him reaching everything and beyond, and dragged out a heavenly cry from between your lips.

“Yunhooo!”

The sound of skin slapping and incoherent sobs filled the room. Your heat and wetness gripped him tighter with each ram of his hips. He was stretching you out deliciously. Your lips meet in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, sighs of pleasure grazing your face. The arch of your back positioned your clit to be rubbing against his abdomen and you threw your head back, your eyes rolling somewhere deep in your mind as he thrust again and again, never letting up on his pace.

“You’re taking me so well, angel.”

Your cunt sucked him in and you felt your body tightening, getting ready for sweet release. Yunho wasn’t too far away either, shuddering as your ass bounced up and down.

“Yun– Yunho…”

He licked a long stripe along the side of your neck, nibbling on it like a piece of cheese and bucked his hips harder. “I got you. I got you, angel. Let go f’me.”

It was the graze of your nipples against his, him biting harshly on the skin on your neck and cock slamming hard against your cervix that pushed you over the edge. You dug your nails into his shoulders and climaxed unannounced. He wrapped his arms around you, elevating slightly from the mattress and rutted into you like a rabbit in heat. Your broken sobs spurred him on until his body stuttered and cock released spurts of cum into the condom. Yunho gently let you down and cursed the human anatomy for not letting him follow in tow, but he couldn't, not until he tended to your needs. He discarded the spent wrapper in the bin across the room, put his boxers back on and returned with a water bottle. Helping you sit up, he coaxed you into drinking some water before pulling the spare blanket over your quivering body. You were both in need of a shower, but that could wait a few more minutes. 

Back in high school, he remembered the nurse preaching how important it was for girls to pee after sex. Something about minimizing the risk for an infection, he wasn’t really paying attention as he wasn’t interested in that stuff at the ripe age of sixteen — courtesy of his fear of getting a girl pregnant — but either way, he had to get you to a bathroom sooner or later. A mental timer was set for thirty minutes as he slotted up behind you. Another thing he learned was the importance of aftercare, not just cleaning and giving good, but to actually be present emotionally. So he made sure to keep you connected in some way and settled on having an arm curled around your waist, and chest pressed to your back. Time stopped as you regained your breathing and came down from the high of having your guts rearranged. You both lay there, basking in each other’s presence and letting the overwhelming emotions settle into place. Yunho eventually broke the silence.

“You alright there?”

You hummed, making yourself comfortable and played with his fingers resting on your abdomen. “Yeah, ‘m just sleepy.”

“Mmm, me too, but I don’t wanna sleep just yet.”

“Why?”

“Cause I have duties to attend to and I can’t do that and keep you in my arms.” 

Your chest rumbled and he joined with a chuckle of his own. The long press of your lips to the back of his palm awakened the butterflies in his stomach and embraced his heart in a blanket of warmth.

“Thank you,” he suddenly said and buried his nose in the crown of your head, eyes fluttering shut at the comforting scent that was you. 

“What for?”

“For trusting me in the most intimate way possible.”

You turned around, your eyes were quick to latch onto his. “Thank you for taking care of me. For staying true to your words and showing me how much you need me. I really felt…”

“Felt what?” He breathed out, sensing your hesitance.

“I felt… the love. Your love.”

Your confession hung in the air and Yunho’s heart stilled, eyes freezing and mouth agape. His fingers trembled as they curled around your neck and jaw, massaging your cheekbone and searching for anything that indicated this wasn’t real. He found nothing, but the reflection of everything his soul thirsted for; love, belonging and a home. 

At a loss for words, he could only do what felt right in the moment and leaned down to capture your lips in a feverish kiss. Sealing your souls yet again in an unhurried rhythm. Your body responded and you worked your mouth against his, the sexual tension was long replaced by pure affection. Although it was his first for both making love to you and kissing you, Yunho would always choose the latter over the other. He could kiss you for all eternity. He wanted to start his day tasting your morning breath and end it in the same way, catching a glimpse of what fun adventures you went on. Between the long hours stretching from dusk to dawn, he’d sneakily steal a plethora of kisses that would make life worth living.

Yunho’s breath ghosted over your lips. “Good, because my heart beats only for you. The only time it won’t is when it completely stops working.”

“You are out of your mind.”

“Ask me… Ask me if I love you.”

“Who even says that? ‘Stops working’… You’re crazy.” 

Persistent to get what he wanted, he kept repeating it until you gave in.

“Fine! Do you love me?”

He broke out in a boyish smile, cheeks on display and stars flickering in his eyes. “More than you could possibly imagine, angel. You’re too tangled into my soul to the point where life isn’t possible without you by my side. I love you. Oh God, I love you! I am in love with you!”

“Be quiet,” you hissed and clasped your palm over his mouth. “Someone will hear you!”

The lovesick fool had another trick up his sleeve as his tongue darted out and swept across your hand. “Let them, I want them to! I am in love with–” 

He didn’t get to finish the sentence as you shut him up with a kiss. 

“Are you done now?” You breathed out to which Yunho murmured a no and pulled you back into a more passionate kiss, his hands trailing down to your ass and making you straddle him. Before it could progress into a heated make out session having you both lust for each other again, Yunho parted from your delicious lips.

“Now I’m done.”

For the rest of the night, you lay there in each other’s embrace. Yunho’s fingers glided over the surface of your soft skin and hummed a soothing melody. The rivet of his chest combined with the lulling sounds forced your eyes close. Before you could completely succumb to dreamland, Yunho’s voice cracked the cloud of drowsiness.

“I’ve been thinking…” 

You made a noise to let him know you were awake and — somewhat — listening.

“And I want to marry you.”

The confession smacked out every ounce of sleep from you and you found yourself sitting up at the speed of light, eyes and mouth wide open. Yunho didn’t flinch nor squirm under your gaze. He held his ground and stood by his words.

“What…?”

“I want to marry you,” he repeated and took your hands in his, allowing his fingers to fall in the empty spaces between yours.

The proposition sounded insane. Before people married with the purpose of survival, to stabilize financial struggles and have a secure pillar to lean back on when needed or to strengthen the relationship between powerhouses. People rarely ever marry with the sole intent of love if they weren’t already comfortable in their Louboutin heels and Valentino dress shoes living in a mansion big enough to fit five households. What good did a ring on your finger bring in a world with the dead crawling around?

“But why?”

“Because I already almost lost you once and that was before I even got to tell you about my feelings. I don’t want to relive the past and make the same mistake of waiting until something happens to one of us before I take action.”

“What if you regret it?”

“Angel, the day you walked out from behind that shelf with a gun aimed at my head, I knew you were the one… So, what do you say? May I live out the rest of this fucked up life with you by my side?”

Tears hanging onto the corner of your eyes and your lips wobbled with emotion. Nodding, you flung your arms around his neck and sealed the union with a kiss, pouring your everything into it and hoping to convey how much truly you loved him. There were no witnesses to your unity, but the stars and the moon would have to speak of your love for generations to come. 

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bits and pieces (E, DD:DNE, 4/5, ghost x reader, stalker)

what gets dirtier the more it cleans? (E, 6/6, 141 x maid!reader)

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overload (6.6k, E, price x reader, sex pollen)

rotten peach (5.5k, E, DD:DNE, graves x reader, hostage)

hole in the wall (2.7k, E, 141 x reader, anonymous poly)

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brush strokes (141 x reader, amnesia, WIP)

ghost x selkie!reader

frozen to the core (ghoap x reader, 3.1k, sfw, dark)

johnny wasn't the same after he came home... (soap x reader, 1.3k, sfw)

[fluffyluckyvampire]

I just had a dream that was basically a zombie apocalypse AU of obey me, where sometime after the extange programa a virus breaks out in the human realm and MC and Solomon desperately try to find a cure with both necromancy and science. (In my dream, they used somesort of necromancy type magic, so it'd only affect the dead) MC returned to the Devildom to research more magic and be safer while doing it; but MC (still being mortal) works themselves to the bone, barely sleeping or stopping to eat. So Mammon (and the rest of the brothers but mainly Mamms) are desperate to get MC to take a break, which MC (due to stress) kinda snaps at him because 'humans as a species are in danger' which in response (instewd of backing down) he brings up that if MC doesn't stop and take a break they'll probably end up stressing to death (because humans are fragile) and leave Solomon alone to try and fix this so MC tales a break but all they can think about is the literal apocalypse happening in the human realm.

ALSO, in my dream, whenever MC had to go to the human realm or were ever in danger, the brothers would bust ass and kill any zombies trying to kill/bite/get to MC.

Anyway, I thought that was interesting 🤷‍♂️

(Yes, I literally just woke up to tell ya'll my dream😭)

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Masterlist

"Masterlist? What is that?"

"it's mostly a record of the writings here, feel welcome to have a look and see if something catches your eye" she turns around and points to the the book detailing where every book or pages should

"last time I updated it was june 21, so it can get a bit behind but usually everything is in here"

"a magical land where people are able to handle elements as they please, a bit too fantastical for my liking but she seems to enjoy writing them"

Tokyo debunker

There is a separate section for this subject, best visit it for the list.

Genshin impact

There is a folder on the table and named with perfect cursive handwriting "Holy offsprings". It seems it's a collection of small works

A bouquet of feelings

Sometimes actions have unexpected consequences. Good thing Aether knows how to fix this one.

Ancient language au

A long forgotten tongue slips away from their lips to the ears of people who believe it's their god's language

Read my lips

"to suddenly be left in a world where I couldn't read anything... Such a torture"

Universal language

After alhaitham found your ability you were almost forced to work for the academia translating works, some misunderstandings arise

Great sage au

A foreign face settles as a country's sage and tries to help, even when it isn't all that easy

Prologue

As a former player the new great sage had a nice base of knowledge to stand on plus some new tools

Such a backstabber

His duty with sumeru has gotten him into a trail leading to you and believes you to be a danger. For some reason the proof he has reminds you of something… wait a minute.

Over tea

Luckily after cyno recognized them as not guilty they were allowed to return to their position and enjoy their new found love for tea. Seemingly the nation's calmness has lead to people allowing themselves to fantasize about their bosses’ love life

Everything feels so beautiful

"this one fits in the timeline but I'm not sure if even the writer knows how or when..."

Secret husband timeline

Be it because of secretiveness or nobody believing it was possible nobody found out about your marriage with the iudex until someone says it straight up. Oops

The first two are two different beginnings

How the iudex sleeps

"why did she choose for him to have a resemblance with otters? Even then it's a really sweet domestic piece"

Melusines say the darndest things

sometimes children can slip up and accidentally say more than desired. In this case the journalists are very happy about that.

Drabbles

Would they peel an orange for you?

"mhmm... I wonder why she chose oranges, I think she likes better pomegranate. Wouldn't it be more fitting 'would they open a pomegranate for you?' but I guess at the end it's the same intention"

Do they know if you wear silver or gold?

"I only ever wear this uniform, I'm not really sure how important that kind of stuff is"

Types of baby daddy

"my father has been a 'baby daddy' many times, including my and my sisters' conception and many of our half siblings. Despicable man. He even runs as fast as the thunders he throws so he is hard to catch"

Your ex in my body or me in their body

"seemingly this question is used to pick a fight with your lover, I'm not sure why would you, though"

Ideas

"some blurbs or unrefined concepts, maybe in the future they can become something more polished"

Npc sagau

"suddenly strangers and your loved ones start acting as mindless zombies and only certain people seem to wake up but you are unable to know when... It sounds stressful doesn't it?"

Living together (npc sagau)

Obey me

"it would make sense for them to live close by the only people you can speak with"

"It's a kind of undefined academic environment in hell? I heard from other visitors that highschool and university are difficult and sometimes unenjoyable but isn't this a bit too on the nose? Either way seemingly she could romance demons, angels and a... Regular human? I'm sure she did not... My goodness"

Night bringer saga

All this happen during night bringer but aren't particularly connected or in a particular timeline!

Love language: acts of service

After being temporarily transformed into a demon you find that there are some gaps in your knowledge of demon features care but Solomon is very happy to help

With the firstborn's ring I made you mine

A before bed chat with Solomon leads to you showing some concerns about wearing the ring of light so openly and he offers himself as a scapegoat

Love language, gift giving

He is old enough and famous enough that he can spend some money on superfluous gift and extra candies as long as you smile at him

The sorcerer's demonic firstborn

Nobody is exempt from Mother nature's cruel whims, not even the all powerful sorcerer that defied death. Some friends of yours help you with your dream

Twisted wonderland

"another fantasy setting that happens in a world where people can use Magic and a school? I'm seeing a pattern with her likings. Just tell me she wrote for a prince or a future king or- it's just a guy with white hair again? No just because he is sleepy doesn't make him different, writer..."

Forced fairytale

The tale of the sleeping beauty is one he holds dear, be it because it's related to his great grandmother or his dorm, malleus can't help but feel like silver and the prefect would be such a perfect modern retelling.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

⬇ What I've Been Reading Recently! [In No Particular Order]⬇

Rivers and Roads (Rivers Till I Reach You) Series by peterparkersbff @pbpsbff

[Series Description and Notes] Zombie Apocalypse, No Powers AU centered on Peter, Tony, and Rhodey (But if we're being honest, it's pretty Peter-centric)

Updates will likely be posted out of order, but will be reordered so they are in preferred reading order. I'd recommend reading in series order.

Peter Benjamin Stark Series by MoonBoo

[Part 1, Stars Align Summary] Pepper is concerned about Stark Industry's image and organizes a tour for a group of orphans. It's during this tour that Tony meets a five-year-old Peter Parker, who is mute due to the trauma of witnessing Ben and May dying in a robbery, and realizes they're soulmates.

Time Brings All Things to Pass by MsWinifredQuale

Tony feels like he's in a good place right now. He's got a great fiancee, a makeshift but settled little family, and he's even in a fairly ok place with the former Rogues.

So naturally the universe decides to throw him some curve balls, when he gets a call one morning from the police claiming they've just picked up Howard and Maria Stark from the side of the road.

And that's not the only time-related event about to unfold.

Tony really hates time travel.

[Also includes de-aged Peter Parker]

Please obey the signs by Bergen

“This young man claims to have been invited by you personally.” Tony has learned to read Happy’s expressions. That one is disapproval, and it’s highly familiar. “Peter is helping me out in the workshop today.” “Why?” “Uh.” Tony has enough presence of mind not to carelessly throw Peter’s alternative identity around. “He won a competition.” Happy’s expression flickers, grows tense. “I did not approve any competition that included a trip to Avengers Tower.” “Okay. Well. If we had theoretically organized a competition, he would definitely have won it.” - Tony’s life lately has been a perfect storm of incompetence. But perhaps he can get some solid spiritual advice from a mischievous teenager with a secret identity he meets by the side of the road one evening, like a lucky little leprechaun. If only Happy would stop being so paranoid about Tony inviting a random kid into Avengers Tower, sheesh.

The Chill Factor by Tashie

5 Times Peter's thermoregulation caused issues +1 Time Others tried to do something about it.

Broken Thoughts (I Remember Everything) by blackwatchandromeda (avenris)

"Peter, who am I?"

He hesitates. "I'm sorry. I... I don't know."

Peter Parker has been missing for thirty-six days. When Tony Stark finally finds him, he's wandering around New York with no memories, unaware of where and who he is. The missing month is a mystery, and nobody knows what happened to him - least of all the kid himself.

Peter, meanwhile, is trying to piece together who he was. What doesn't help is the big secret he's sure Tony is keeping from him, or the way the man is avoiding him.

Nobody notices how the missing month is catching up to them until everything goes wrong.

(Not Infinity War compliant, but takes place after Civil War.)

When spiders tour their houses, chaos ensues by pirateninja9

"I am very pleased to announce that we’ve been invited for an overnight tour at Stark Industries.”

Join Peter and his Academic decathlon team on a chaotic field trip to the Stark Industries. Featuring a bullying teacher and student, a confused tour guide and many Avengers shenanigans. With luck like his, Peter should have known this would be as far from a normal tour as possible.

Mugs Are A Problem (I Do What I Want) by JAWorley

It’s not usually a problem. Tony doesn’t usually have to work so hard to hide it because Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey know. He can be himself around them. Right after the compound had been built, Tony had been worried about moving in with the Avengers full time… worried they’d notice his tics and figure out his secret. Then Germany had happened and the team had split up before they could fully move into the compound. Tony had had two years where he hadn’t needed to worry about it. Now that the Rogues are back and are living in the tower full time, it’s on his mind again and stressing him out. The problem? Coffee mugs. Well… coffee mugs, and other things and the fact that when he’s stressed out, the tics get worse. But mainly coffee mugs. Coffee mugs are the bane of his existence. OR Tony has Tourette Syndrome and he doesn’t want the Avengers (or Peter) to find out about it. The newly returned Avengers think Tony is just being a jerk when he knocks things off of tables and counters, because they think he’s doing it on purpose. Despite the angsty summary, this is all about the team coming back together and Tony learning that the people in his life can’t accept him as he is until given the chance to know him as he is.

[yanderejustforyou]

Master List

BABYGIRL 2024

In his care - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Under his Glaze - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x Reader)

Power of your name - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Yours - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Marked by who - Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Honey covered kisses Samuel (Harris Dickinson x reader)

Into the Wild - Babygirl 2024 Harris Dickinson = Samuel x reader

No Escape, Only Him - Babygirl 2024 Harris Dickinson = Samuel x reader

Supernatural

The Boss’s Puppy – Dean Winchester x Reader

Unspoken – Dean x Sam Winchester

Whumpcember Day Two: Sedation – Dean x Sam

Submission - Last Straw

Red String - sam x dean

The Devil's kiss - sam x dean

Unholy Bond - dean x sam

a sick want -sam x dean

Thread of Doubt - sam x dean

Bully - sam x dean

A little Fun - sam x dean

Breaking the alpha - sam x dean

Give It All - Dean x reader

My Hero Academia

I Don’t Know if I Want to Be Let Go – Izuku Midoriya x Katsuki (Zombie Apocalypse AU)

My hope - Izuku x Reader

Fury beneath the surface - katsuki x izuku

Burning ice - Todo x reader

Flames of control- Dabi x reader

Obeying the flame - Katsuki x izuku

unyielding power - Katsuki x reader

unyielding desire - Kirishima x izuku

Sweet Addiction - Izuku x reader

Beneath the Apple Trees Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

Carving Shadows Fandom:My Hero Academia Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

The Prison of His Protection Shoto x reader

The Silence That Binds Us = Shoto x reader

The Penguin (2024)

Other Plans – Oswald x Victor

Day 2 - little lie - Oswald x vic

under his wing - oz x vic

The Edge of Control - oz x reader

The Winter King and His Knight - oz x vic

Day three its your fault - oz x vic

The Edge of Control - oz x reader

Touch - Sofia x reader

Crazy in Love - vic x oz

Leash of Desire - Vic x reader

Under you command - Reader x Sofia

A Vicious Love - Vic x oz

Guarded hearts - Sofia x reader

Water park request - oz x reader

Harry Potter

Whumpcember Day One: Broken Bones – Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Into The Unknown – Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Whumpcember Day Three: Shared Secrets – Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Day 6 ❄️ Present ❄️ Making a New Christmas Tradition - Blood Play – Draco Malfoy x Harry

Hannibal

Consumed by Desire – Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

Marvel Cinematic Universe

The Nightmares of Iron – Tony Stark x Peter Parker

Beneath the Mask – Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Haikyuu!!

Heart of Body – Oikawa Tooru x Reader

How Could I Ever Let You Go – Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Attracted to My Sweetheart – Keishin Ukai x Reader

Do You Find Me Peaceful Yet? – Sugawara x Reader

The Boys

A Lost Chance – Hughie x Homelander

Golden Cage - Hughie x Homelander

Found

Day 5: Frost Bite - sir x gabi

Short and Sweet - A December fanfic playlist!!!! (a new one each day

[throughgoalsandbaskets]

Obey Me zombie apocalypse AU except everyone is human and nobody dies because I'm not good at writing character death. Less focused on MC/you and more about world building and random ideas

Literally did this in class on a time limit so it's not edited </3

★•—–-

"Demons" and "angels" aren't real, they're just the names of the two most major survivor groups for good reason; demons are ruthless and unforgiving, rough on the outside and ridged on the edges towards outsiders. Generally it's very hard to join their group, if not flat out impossible past a certain point.

Angels on the other hand, while just as hard to become, tend to be kinder to people not in their group. They're more willing to house someone they can see the good intentions of, more willing to help someone out of a sticky situation with no strings attached.

Of course, "reapers" exist, but they're less of a group and more of a web of mercenaries willing to take long lasting missions to hunt down other survivors or clean out large zombie infested areas on their own.

Demons:

A town around the beginning of the apocalypse had been overtaken by them, more specifically, by Diavolo's father and made into a highly fortified base with the help of many people over the course of a long period of time. Eventually one day he went missing on a serious hunt and everything was left to his son. The city was named Devildom to play into the whole demon theme going on.

Leader + second in command: Diavolo, Barbatos

Overseers: Lucifer (general manager), Mammon (scavenging + look out), Leviathan (weaponry/arsenal), Satan (archivist), Asmodeus (hygiene), Beelzebub (food storage + production), Belphegor (defense/strategist)

Honorable mention: Mephistopheles

Role meanings:

General management — does whatever is needed, helps keep other overseers on track and in line, reports weekly agenda and past week's events directly to Diavolo

Scavenger + look out — organizes groups to go out scavenging for material that cannot otherwise be grown or made, also keeps people on the lookout around Devildom in case of any hoards in the area or survivors with bad intentions

Weaponry/arsenal — keeps track of the creation and distribution of weapons, including but not limited to things such as guns, explosives, melee, and chemical warfare

Archivist — writes down and keeps a library of information regarding the apocalypse, types for zombies, people in the Devildom, and any important information on other survivor groups and natural phenomenon

Hygienist — creates and distributes items of hygienic need, such as clothes, soap, feminine products, razors, and helps to manage the clean water

Food storage and production — despite the name, the role keeps track of rations and oversees the agricultural parts for the town

Defense/strategist — keeps a general eye on the surrounding area and infrastructure of the Devildom in the event of an emergency, and helps plot out the best means of evacuation and the best places for guards

Ages of lest to youngest:

Barbatos — 33

Lucifer — 30

Diavolo — 29

Mephistopheles — 28

Mammon — 26

Leviathan — 24

Asmodeus — 22

Beelzebub & Belphegor — 20

Satan — 17

Angels:

The upper class part of a city was overtaken sometime around when the Devildom was created, nicknamed Celeste, it mainly consists of several tall buildings, the lower levels left clean but vacant as most angels are in the higher floors to allow for ensured safety during the night. It was created by a man named Father, who nowadays is very rarely seen and uses Michael to speak to his followers.

Leader + second in command: Father, Michael

Known overseers and honorable mentions: Simeon (ex overseer, what his job was remains unknown), Luke (a young angel), Raphael (overseer for defense/strategy)

Role meanings:

Defense/strategy — keeps a general eye on surrounding area and infrastructure of Celeste in the event of an emergency, helps to plot out the best means of evacuation, often getting his hands dirty for the safety of other angels

Ages oldest to youngest:

Father — unknown, last seen appearing to be in his kid 60s 8 years ago

Michael — 33

Simeon — 30

Raphael — 23

Luke — 10

Simeon nowadays bounces from job to job as needed, but typically is seen helping with managing things on a lesser level with Luke planted right by his side. It's unknown if Luke is biologically related to Simeon, however, they treat each other as father and son.

Reapers and honorable mentions:

Reapers are less of a group and more an interconnected web of people, labeled based on their ability to survive with a ruthlessness very few could muster. Many still count to the dies that other survivors meant safety, that despite the ten years since the start of the apocalypse, that a cure could be made. Reapers were typically the first to suck up the situation and accept that humanity was no longer an option.

While not a reaper, Solomon was a known menace among survivors. He was a force to be reckoned with, and not many were very fond of the man despite him having extensive knowledge on so many things and having connections to the reapers, angels, demons, and many other survivor groups.

MC is a survivor with little known about their last, though their reputation is high after managing to befriend several different groups of survivors, including demons, angels, and reapers.

Ages oldest to youngest:

Thirteen — 27

Solomon — 25

MC — unknown, wears a constant goat skull as a mask and rarely speaks, speculation on their age ranges and very few know how old they truly are

[fickleminder]

Obey Me Masterlist

All writings feature GN!MC unless otherwise stated :)

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Latest:

Three’s A Party

Team Partyyyyy enjoys a little holiday celebration in the attic.

Written for the OM Holiday Exchange 2024 event.

Fics:

with you

“We’ll be with you, always. Your pacts, your memories, they can’t take those away from you.”

The Devil Who Loved Me

AU. The aftermath of being rescued by a handsome secret agent who might or might not be entirely human.

50 Ways to Die in the Devildom

To prevent another war, one of the cardinal requirements of the exchange program was for the exchange students to be alive at the end of it. No one said anything about what happens in-between.

Halloween 2024 fic.

face off

The one where your boyfriend looks like your murderer.

Inspired by the Identity pop quiz.

cosplay (with commissioned art)

You convince Raphael to cosplay for you.

forget you

You saw an opportunity to walk away, and you took it.

Inspired by the Glass pop quiz.

sacrificial lamb > part 1, part 2 ✨

The impossible choice between you and the Devildom.

Inspired by the Frost pop quiz.

seven supervillains and one (1) normie

You move in with seven normal, law-abiding housemates.

Written for the Devildom zine.

be good ✨

AU inspired by this prompt: Humans are born with demon counterparts to protect them. The more innocent and pure a person is, the more mean, fierce, and terrifying their demon becomes.

Halloween 2023 fic.

date night

Inspired by @777xara​‘s art here.

never after

Not all fairy tales have a happy ending.

Based on Satan’s Breaking Curses Devilgram and this post.

what’s up doc

Based on this post. Dedicated to the Satan simps who didn’t manage to pull his card in the Doctor Nightmare.

Zombie (commissioned art here) ✨

Mini-blurb based on an answered ask by @sparkbeast20​.

CW: blood and gore (in both the fic and the art).

would you lie with me (and just forget the world)

When taking out the trash, it’s more efficient to do it all in one go.

Karasu’s Confession Corner ✨

Seeing Karasu, one of Mammon’s crow familiars, at your windowsill isn’t an uncommon occurrence. He likes to stop by sometimes to hang out with you, but today he’s acting oddly for some reason…

Written for the OM Secret Santa 2022 event. Features Mammon x GN!MC.

let us die young (or let us live forever)

Life in the Devildom living with seven demon lords is pretty darn good. If there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that you’re loved, wholly, irrevocably, and forever.

Halloween 2022 fic.

The Escape

You are attacked while alone in the House of Lamentation.

Based on this scenario.

Bad Days ✨

You didn’t sign up to be their therapist, least of all their punching bag.

Inspired by @barbabetos‘ post here.

falling (for you) (commissioned art here) ✨

Five times you fell on Satan, and one time he returned the favor.

Obligatory 5+1 fic featuring Satan x GN!MC.

careful what you wish for

You and Satan find out that sometimes magic wishes have unexpected consequences.

Based on Satan’s Wish-Granting Charm Devilgram.

Food Favors

Mini-blurb based on an answered ask by @house-of-laminations.

Dirty Pop(sicles) ✨

When a human can’t even enjoy a popsicle on the beach without inviting salacious thoughts, you do what you have to do, toothache be damned.

CW: suggestive content but nothing explicit.

crawl to the in-between (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4/?)

While recovering from an attack within the HoL, MC slowly finds out that there’s more to the Devildom than meets the eye.

This AU’s still a work-in-progress, summary to be updated.

forever valentine

Satan gives you flowers every Valentine’s Day.

Spin-off from this scenario (spoiler alert!) with a V-Day twist.

soft kitty, warm kitty

You sing Satan to sleep.

Lyrics taken from Big Bang Theory.

cum laude (commissioned art here) ✨

Season 1 AU. Snapshots from a year in which the human exchange student actually acts like one instead of playing demon family therapist.

Dedicated to all the goody two shoes MCs out there.

Inner Demon ✨

The one where the human exchange student gets possessed by a lesser demon.

Crack-ish fic inspired by this post. CW: mild body horror.

Cuddle Puddle

Technically every week is considered “hell week” in the Devildom, but this particular one has Elleroy ready to throw in the towel and call it quits.

Written for the OM Secret Santa 2021 event. Features Satan x M!OC x Asmo.

of electric rodents and demon butlers

Pokemon AU. Wooing a demon butler who hates rats on principle is a little tricky when you have an electric rodent on your team.

Self-indulgent Pokemon AU.

so wake me up (when it’s all over)

Your demons turn against you.

Halloween 2021 fic.

hear me cry > original, alt ending ✨

The one where the brothers team up to catch you.

Inspired by the Masked pop quiz. CW for alt ending: violence, blood.

Into The Woods > part 1 (commissioned art here), part 2

It’s like with Lilith all over again. Hindsight is 20/20, but given the circumstances, Lucifer has no qualms repeating history.

Inspired by The Nature of Sin.

Unholy

You haven’t said a word since you were moved back into your old room, but that’s okay. You’re in one piece, your burns are healing nicely, and there’s cream in the medicine cabinet for the scarring on your wrists and neck. The charred, bloody stumps on your back can wait; all Luke cares about is getting rid of the damned marks those accursed bangles had branded into your skin as they melted off.

Inspired by an answered ask from @obeythebutler.

the years start coming and they don’t stop coming > part 1 (commissioned art here), part 2 ✨

In which Lilith’s return distorts her brothers’ perception of time.

The original replaced!MC AU except we have Satan on our side.

Keeper

"Will one million Grimm be enough?” / “...How much is that in human currency?” / “Good point. One million American dollars it is then. We can say we sold everything at a charity auction or something.”

Inspired by the Angelic pop quiz.

Schrödinger (commissioned art here) ✨

Many ghosts dwell within the House of Lamentation alongside its demonic inhabitants. One in particular takes sick pleasure in tormenting Belphegor. (Alternatively: when the you that disappeared from Mammon’s arms isn’t completely gone)

Halloween 2020 fic.

Idea Blurbs:

the matchmaker

Mephisto is a difficult client to find a match for, but turns out you didn’t need to look far after all.

no hope, no love, no glory

Replaced!MC AU. Wherein falling out of favor with Mammon has consequences.

weakest link

Inspired by the key route in the Lantern event.

Emergency Contact ✨

MC’s night alone in the HoL takes a turn for the worse.

The Haunting of Serenity Manor

Haunted House AU inspired by this and this.

your name

Mini scenario where MC isn’t really “MC”.

soul on paper

Inspired by Satan’s 2021 birthday pop quiz and UR Devilgram.

equalizer

Features a fighter-MC, lots of OOC characters, and generally dark content.

Incorrect Quotes & Headcanons:

Gag Gift

Zero

Sugar Daddy ✨

Saving Daylight

Intimidate

Hidden Skills

Anime Run

Good Workout ✨

Depressed!MC moves into HoL AU ✨