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headcanonenthusiast · 4 months

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Rodolfo Parra NSFW headcanons

This was made with gender-neutral readers in mind.

I kinda struggled with writing this ngl..as much of a Rudy girl as I am, I don't know why it took forever for me to come up with headcanons for him. But I was determined to finish these because Rudy needs more content out there.

Enjoy!

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

NSFW under the cut.

-Being with Rudy, even in a non-sexual sense, is basically like being a God/Goddess with a loyal follower at your side, ready to obey and worship your every wish and whim.

-But in the bedroom? He cranks that worshipping up to 500.

-Will get on his knees before you, hands gently grasping your hips as he kisses down your stomach, whispering the softest praises in Spanish.

-"Oh, Dios mío, amor. This body..tan jodidamente increíble."

-And on his knees he will stay until you're satisfied, either carefully jerking/fingering you as he admires your face and the reactions you make.

-"There we go, moan for me, mi vida. Feels good, doesn't it?"

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard. (Normalize realistic dick sizes in headcanons please 🙏)

-Whether he's dominant or submissive depends entirely on his partner.

-If you prefer to be on top, he's happy to let you take full control of him.

-But if you prefer to be on the bottom? He's more than willing to dominate you, albeit very gently.

-Your body is like glass to him. An absolutely precious temple made from the finest sand that he has the pleasure of worshipping.

-And to show his appreciation of your existence, he kisses you everywhere. Literally not a single spot on you goes untouched by his lips.

-His greatest pleasure is when he's balls deep in you, slowly but deeply thrusting and seeing how you react to him.

-Makes him feel confident, honestly, seeing the way he's able to make you completely melt and turn your mind to mush despite how gentle he's being.

-"Shit..estás haciendo mucho ruido. I'm hitting all the right spots, aren't I, querido/a?"

-Also, Rudy with a voice kink? Rudy with a voice kink.

-A big fan of morning sex. He goes even gentler than he normally is, enjoying the sight of your messy hair.

-And the fact that you're still half-asleep makes your moans more hushed and whimpery, which nearly makes him cum on the spot.

-I feel like he enjoys the sounds you make. He needs a more vocal partner.

-As such, he prefers intercourse in a private space, preferably at home, on the bed or couch.

-Really isn't that kinky, but if there's one thing he loves, it's making you talk.

-"Vamos, cariño. Tell me how good it feels."

-Then, when you're in the middle of answering, he'll give a sudden harsher (but not too harsh, you're as fragile as glass to him, afterall) snap of his hips and smile innocently at your glare.

-"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt you?"

-If you already speak Spanish, most of what he says will be said in Spanish.

-But, if you don't, he basically becomes a living Duolingo and tries to teach you Spanish while fucking you. (Love a man who can multitask 💅)

-"¿Quieres correrte? Dime lo bien que se siente, entonces. En español. Vamos, amor."

-And if you get something wrong or can barely respond, he'll frown in disappointment.

-"No puedes correrte hasta que hagas lo que te pido, cariño."

-But then when you do cum, he honestly doesn't punish you at all. That's not really his style.

-Well, maybe a little overstim, but on very rare occasions and not for very long, either.

-He'll also ask for your permission to cum in you, even if he's on top.

-Its more of a consent check than anything, though. (Which is very important btw)

-"Fuck, I'm so close. Can I cum inside, amor? Is that okay?"

-And if you give your consent, he's cumming deep in your ass/pussy.

-His main form of aftercare is cuddling and talking. Talking about what you liked, what you didn't like, etc. He just wants to hear your voice.

-"Yeah? You liked me talking in Spanish? Suppose I'll have to do it more often, then. Necesito mantener a mi mujer bonita/hombre bonito feliz."

-And I hope you like cuddling, because y'all are gonna be cuddling for the rest of the night, Rudy's voice going soft as he whispers praises in your ear and kisses the back of your neck and shoulders.

Lord, do I love me some Rodolfo Parra 😫. He's so FINE and criminally under appreciated. Feels so nice to finally write about him, too. I had a lot more ideas for this one than I thought I would starting out.

And here's the Spanish translations for stuff (forgive me if anything is inaccurate, the only Spanish word I can say correctly and with confidence is gato 🥲).

Querido/a = dear

amor = love

cariño = sweetheart/honey

Dios mío = my God

Vamos = come on

Estás haciendo mucho ruido = you are making a lot of noise

Tan jodidamente increíble = so fucking incredible

¿Quieres correrte? Dime lo bien que se siente, entonces. En español. Vamos, amor. = Do you want to cum? Tell me how good it feels, then. In Spanish. Come on, love.

No puedes correrte hasta que hagas lo que te pido, cariño. = You can't cum until you do what I ask you to do, sweetheart.

Necesito mantener a mi mujer bonita/hombre bonito feliz = I need to keep my pretty woman/pretty man happy.

Hell yeah, another one down! Imma make another poll on who to do next. Hope you enjoyed!

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lutawolf · 2 years

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Soft D/s Element of Not Me Episode 12

If you don't know what soft D/s element or tendencies are, then you haven't read my other posts. You can find them on my master list here. If you're interested in more D/s content then check out my general master list here, there is also a short bio there telling you, my qualifications.

There are several types of subs and Doms for that matter. Which I give somewhat of a description here. The important thing to understand is that while a person might be a natural submissive and use to listening and responding to commands. They do draw a line at who they will take commands from.

"I told him to go home, not to get involved in this and to not see you again." "He won't listen to you. He just saved my life. I'll go looking for him." The relief on Sean's face only to turn to concern. He now knows for certain that White is submissive, and he has been used to listening to his brother.

Again, when watching Sean and Black together and then Gumpa. You can really see what top dominance looks like. Very different Dominance types but all ones I've covered before.

Sean was so fucking happy to find White but then White ran. Notice that Sean immediately follows. "Where are you going?" "To stay far away, like I said I would" "look at me closely and said it again. Say you truly want me to stay away from you... I know you can't say it because you aren't like the Black that I hate. You're the Black that I have feelings for." Then Sean uses his Dom voice asking why White is still lying which immediately has White backing up, causing him to fall. White's next comment should let you know just how fucked up and confused he is. "Let me go" He literally doesn't want to live without Sean, but he doesn't know how to go against his brother.

White is literally stuck between his two Doms. Yes, one is his brother, but you have to think of a sub's thought processes. Which would take forever to explain. Just know that often times a natural submissive comes from a family that has a least one Dom, whom they respect and listen to. They literally grew up listening to that person and their personality is the type to want to obey. That's not an easy thing to break, especially if the respect for that person is still strong. Which is the difference between why White's brother still has an influence, and his dad doesn't. His father lost his respect.

Sean learns White's name and despite the whole situation, this is a special moment. White asked Sean how he figured it out and Sean said he noticed the difference quickly when Black showed back up. Guys, if you pay attention, White is hurt that it took Sean so long to figure it out. "Yeah, your feeling was pretty slow." Then the conversation quickly evolves to "You messed with everything. You messed with me. Then you decide to just disappear?" Then Sean hugs him. He asks him to come back with him to tell everyone. He is showing him that he isn't angry to not listen to Black. This is the most equal that Sean has treated him.. Because he is asking for consent.

The seen between White and Black is beautiful to me. It's one of respect but finally recognizing one's own path. White chooses Sean.

White pulls up Infront of Sean on the motorcycle. Sean is not surprised to see White and says, "why are you following me." White responds "I'm coming with you." Sean isn't gonna let it be that easy though. He commands White to go away and when White takes the keys out of the ignition Sean runs. It's White's turn to chase Sean. He's going to have to fight for what he wants. Again, submissive doesn't mean no backbone. They can be pretty fierce when it comes to something they want.

"I was wrong. I thought I could walk away from you. I thought it wasn't my place. But honestly, I can never go back to the way it was. I am sorry. I want to walk with you. Accomplish goals with you. Transform society." "You're not going to disappear on me again, are you?" "I'm not, I promise." And Consent.

Sneaking into the warehouse, Sean grabs White's hand. Because this way he can't just disappear. The poor abandonment issues baby. They work together on getting into the warehouse, finding the drugs, and taking pictures. They hide at one point but it's basically an opportunity for Sean to pin White down. "We are done here, let's go." "No. We need an agreement here." "What agreement?" "You must tell everyone that you are White, not Black" "I'm not ready. I want this mission to be over first." command time "You must be ready." "I want you to tell the truth. Whether it's now or later, the truth is still the truth." Sean gets really close to White and lowers his voice. Going into a Dom tone. An almost seductive tone. "Take as much time as you need to think." White turns his head as to not look Sean in the eyes "and if I won't do it?" It's a challenge. Notice how Sean lowers himself so that White has to look him in the eyes, it's a Dominance stance. "If you don't. We will stay here all day long." "Did you plan this" "yup, what now, will you say it or not. Staying here is quite nice. It's exciting." Sean begins to lean in as if to kiss White to prove a point. White pushes Sean's face "Fine, I'll do it asshole." Sean smirks, he doesn't mind White's brattiness, he won.

Sean and White show up to tell the guys about White being who he is. They don't believe him, and Yok even pours water one White. It isn't until he shows photographs that they start to. Then there is amusement at them not having realized and that Sean is possessive of White.

Later White asks why Sean didn't protect him. Why should Sean have protected him you ask? Because that's what a Dom does. However, this was a soft punishment on Sean's part. "Because you deserved it. You lied to me for so long." Then White asks which version Sean prefers of him. "It doesn't matter how you look. All I know is that I don't want the person in front of me to disappear again. Stay with me."

That's it for this episode. Hope you guys enjoyed!

#not me the series #not me #not me series #sean x white #sean and white #luta opinions #not me kink #luta talks not me series

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i-can-even-burn-salad · 1 year

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Word Find Tag

I was tagged by @winterandwords “lets not talk about this” days ago.

Gonna use Nuisance for this, since that’s the next one on my formatting list.

My words are: fill, fall, feel, and fail.

Your words are: seize, shout, stand and shrink.

And I’m tagging: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @nanashi23 and @whumping-in-the-wings

If you want to! Can be WIP or already posted things, whatever! :D Also if everyone who wants to do this sees this, consider this an open tag as well.

Content warnings for below: Uh, blood. A sprinkle of broken bones. :)

Fill

Merridy flinched when Cedric cleared his throat, her fingers trembling around the bag. It wasn’t hers to take. She should hand it to him. If only her body would obey her will.

“It’s filled with lavender. Against moths,” he said.

Merridy nodded, as if she didn’t know that. As if she hadn’t watched her mother sew dozens of those, and fill them anew each year. As if she hadn’t stolen one of those to use as a pillow for her wool doll; the same doll that was now stuck in some soggy bag in a broken shed in some back alley, together with the rest of her meager belongings.

“You can keep it,” Cedric added, his tone as cold and indifferent as before. “Doesn’t belong here anyway. Now please, hand me the rest.”

Fall

He loved a view such as this, seeing with his own eyes what he could usually only touch with his magic. Layer upon layer of earth, never meant to see the light of day. Protruding rocks, pale, broken roots, dark streaks of clay and the jagged edges of slate. He let his perception brush over them as he lowered his gaze. The view at the bottom of the hole was charming in its own way.

A body was splayed there, the lower half buried under a heap of rubble. Crimson rivulets had found their way across the ground, pooling under broken limbs. The man’s chest still rose, but weakly, blood foaming at his mouth with every breath. A shame; the falling rocks must have crushed a rib or two.

A faint shudder rippled the ground, starting at the opposite side of the sinkhole. It wouldn’t reach Cedric, he wouldn’t push it far enough for that, but it was a more than adequate reason to retreat. Someone called out to him again, shouting at him to hurry, but he couldn’t very well hurry, limp and cane and all. Luckily, the ground calmed down again, and he made it unscathed to the group of onlookers.

“That was reckless, man,” someone scolded him.

Feel

Of course it was Cedric. In his left hand, next to his cane, he held a piece of linen; once pristine white, now sprinkled with blood. In his right hand, he held a knife. It was strange, a completely surreal part of her thought while she couldn’t take her eyes off the blade. In all the stories, she had never heard of him killing someone with such mundane methods.

“Please, please don’t,” she whispered, curling up as if that would do anything to protect her. “Please. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” For ruining his things with her blood. For trying to get away. For being in the wrong place at the wrong time and causing him this much trouble. “I’m sorry, please… please don’t kill me.”

The following silence was anything but reassuring. She flinched when he moved, burying her face in her arms, sure every moment now she’d feel her skin split under cold metal. He didn’t attack her, though, or even touch her. Instead, he sat down in front of her with a sigh. Merridy didn’t dare to look up.

“Why do you think I want to kill you?” he asked.

Fail

And there was no fucking way it should ever have been in her possession.

“What did you do?” he whispered.

Merridy’s eyes were half closed again. “Got it… for… for… you.”

There was still the hint of a smile on her lips, despite her bleeding out on his fucking sofa. For him. For him. Cedric could have screamed. It was his fault, but in a way he had least expected.

“You did what?” He didn’t want to shout, but it had come out louder than intended. “How? Why?”

He had spent weeks trying to find a way in. Weeks after which he had been convinced the only way was to either find a trustworthy chaos mage with the right domain, or to infiltrate the staff that was hired to help with big receptions. Yet here she was, a little bookworm and failed pickpocket, just… getting it for him.

#salad-tag #yeah the pieces are a bit long but consider this #i am in love with this story #and I can't shut up about it

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arcanadreams · 3 years

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That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?)

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~”

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams.

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that.

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way.

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism.

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?”

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on.

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process.

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care.

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet.

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention.

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram.

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place.

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly.

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS #obey me #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #posts

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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Ok so you made a list on they guys toxic traits. How would they react if the MC just snaped one day and broke out into sob because of what they did and say to them and the MC calls them out on it pointed put how Diavolo doesn't do or say the shit they do and hes full blood demon unlike them all in a croaked voice from crying so hard

React to MC Calling Them Out on Their Toxicity

Obey Me Brothers x MC angst HCs

Warnings: Yelling, toxic relationships, breakdowns, violence, Mammon being the guardian he was assigned to be :)

Summary: When MC finally breaks down and calls them out on their toxic behavior towards the human the boys finally realize just how different human emotions are from the creatures in hell they’ve grown so accustomed to.

I’m putting the contents of the original post this ask referred to under each of the characters to make it clearer for those who have not seen it

i know Lucifer is hot sexy big sex dominant professional daddy master man BUT please remember he shows his love via punishment and cruelty towards his family

- Lucifer was in the middle of hanging a crying Mammon upside down when it happened.

- “He’s in pain Lucifer, you should let him down! There are better ways to handle this,” MC had suggested only to be met with a low growl followed by:

- “Stay out of this, human, you are here to attend RAD and nothing else. Do not butt into our personal business.”

- He could practically feel MC’s upset expression as he continued to tie the knots around Mammon’s body

- “I’m a human, correct,” MC starts and he’s startled by their cold voice, “but what makes me human is my inability to stand by while someone I know is in so much pain!”

- Lucifer is a bit taken back by their boldness and is in his demon form holding them up by the throat in seconds.

- “Who the Hell do you think you are?!” He snarled, tightening his grip and pushing their struggling body against the wall harshly, causing their head to bounce off the wall with a loud thump, blood slowly beginning to trickle from the sight of the impact

- He could barely hear Mammon’s frantic cries for him to let go of the human as his adrenaline rushed, unable to believe that the human had actually spoken to him like that,

- He was suddenly ripped away from MC, thrown across the room and he looked up to see Diavolo had come

- “I had some paperwork I wanted to give you but instead walked in on you taking advantage of your strength over someone smaller than you, you’re pathetic,” Diavolo snarled, disgusted by Lucifer’s actions

- MC wailed and threw themselves against Diavolo, him tightly embracing them and trying to soothe them

- “Y-y-you’re the Lord of Demons and yet,” they sniffled and hiccupped into Diavolo’s chest as he continued to glare at Lucifer, who could only watch on in despair as he realized what he had done, “and yet you a-are so mu-uch kinder than them, th-thank you Diavolo!”

- “Wait, MC! I’m sorry!” Lucifer began to stand before realizing Mammon had managed to escape and was now holding him down, preventing him form moving toward the trembling human.

- “Lucifer... I don’t want to see you ever again!” MC had cried as Diavolo and them left the house.

- After MC was brought to the demon lord’s castle he received word from Barbatos that he had been suspended from his duties until further notice per the request of Diavolo.

- Barbatos also collected MC’s stuff, moving it to the Demon Lord’s castle where they would spend the rest of the year

- Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to leave his room, afraid of his brothers’ judgmental looks, he refused to see how much he had hurt the family and the relationship with the human he’d done so much to care for in just a matter of thirty seconds.

- Lucifer never forgives himself for hurting MC, but he acts like he was in the right for the sake of his ego.

- But he really missed MC and was angry with himself for letting them go so easily and for not just accepting that maybe they were right and he could change for them

- Everyone notices a decrease in the cruelty he showed towards his brothers

- how did a human manage to stir up these feelings within him?

I know Mammon is an adorable tsundere with a chaotic streak BUT please remember he also insults MC in order to keep up his own self image of being a “tough demon” even if he loves MC underneath the mask

- Mammon had been on his way back from getting scolded for stealing from Lucifer’s wallet once again, when he ran into MC

- “Mammon! What’s wrong? Are you Okay?!” He hastily wiped the tears from his face, MC really cares about me... a blush rises to his cheeks at that thought

- “Nothin’ is wrong, mind yer business,” he shoves past them

- “but you’re clearly hurting, Mammon let me help!”

- “I don’t need help from a stupid human,” he says, not turning to look at them due to his still red cheeks as he continued to be flustered by their concern for him

- “Stupid human....” he heard MC say quietly back to themselves, his heart sinking as he realized he said it so harshly

- “Hold on-MC- I didn-” he starts but is frozen in shock as he sees the human glaring at the floor with tears streaming down their cheeks, biting their lips to keep sobs trapped inside themselves. “MC, hey liste-” He reaches out to touch their shoulder but they jerk away turning from him.

- “Not even the demon who is meant to be the cruelest of them all calls me names for wanting to help him,” their voice trembled and his heart broke, “I just wanted to help... why do you insist on insulting me?”

- MC ran away from him, leaving the house, passing Asmo and Satan as they left.

- Satan chased after MC as Asmodeus walked up to Mammon, slapping him across the face harshly, “why can’t you just be honest with them for once?! Don’t you realize how badly you’ve been hurting them because you refuse to be nice to stroke your own ‘bad boy’ ego?!”

- Mammon stared at the floor, tears rolling down his cheeks silently, “I-I didn’t mean to hurt them,”

- “But you did. Not to mention you never even apologize for it,” Asmodeus walks away, leaving Mammon to stand alone, shamefully hanging his head as he fell to his knees.

- The one person who ever cared about him and he did nothing but insult them and yet still expected them to love him? What a douchebag he was...

- Guess he was nothing but a greedy scumbag

i know Levi is a cute blushy otaku recluse that we all want to top BUT he also gets jealous very easily which leads to him often getting violent or guilt tripping MC by insulting himself until they feel guilty and stay with him to make him feel better despite their own wishes

- Leviathan had jus ordered a new game titled “I just landed in Hell, seven hot demon lords are my roommates and I’m trying really hard not to fuck them”

- He rushed towards MC’s room, desperate for them to play with him

- He walked in without knocking and saw MC cuddled up with Mammon and Beel, watching some movie that none of them seemed to actually pay attention to as they just horsed around.

- “Hey, MC! I just got a new game, come on let’s go play it!” he tried not to let his jealousy show.

- “Ah, maybe later Levi, I’m hanging out with Beel and Mammon right now!” MC smiles kindly, to which he grows a bit sad

- “I get it... who would want to hangout with a yucky otaku like me anyway...” he lowers his head pouting

- “Levi, just give me a few minutes to finish the movie!” MC says, still trying to be kind and patient

- “No you don’t have to... I’m just going to go play alone like the loser I am...”

- “DON’T” MC stands up, Beel and Mammon watching as MC walks up to Levi, thinking that the human was going to go with him and play

- Levi smiles thinking the same thing and gets ready to leave, but instead MC comes to him and glares at him, making his heart sink

- “You do NOT get to guilt trip me like that,” MC growls, “I told you I need a minute, I never said any of that stuff and I KNOW you were saying that stuff just to get me to come with you instead of staying here,” Levi blushes as MC calls him out, his heart beating rapidly with nerves as he realizes just how mad MC was at him

- MC pushes him out of their room, slamming the door and he hears them mumbling some angry stuff to the other two brothers behind the door

- Ashamed of himself he goes back to his room and locks himself there for a few weeks, kind of waiting for MC to come check on him and apologize, but then he realizes that is exactly why they are mad at him, so he decides to try and get his shit together

- But his anxiety gets in the way and he decides MC would be better off without him and he tries to avoid them no matter how much he craves their attention

i know Satan is an intelligent man who is trying his best to keep his anger in check at all times BUT if you are in a relationship where someone is getting mad at you constantly despite their efforts pls look out for yourself and let yourself be selfish and avoid the person no matter how bad it may hurt them because your own happiness should come first

- After a fight with Lucifer, Satan had gone to his room to blow off some steam

- He was storming around and throwing things and throwing a temper tantrum

- MC came to check on him and they knocked politely, calling his name and asking if they could come in

- Despite using their manners and being as respectful as possible; their interruption of his tantrum pissed him the hell off

- He swung the door open and pushed them down, eyeing them like a normal demon would; nothing but an innocent soul to munch on

- MC tried to escape but he caught their ankle, and dangled them like a rag doll as his claws sunk into the limb he held

- He could see their mouth moving and tears streaming down their face but he couldn’t process the words they were wailing

- He only stopped when Mammon punched him harshly, causing him to drop the human and go flying through the nearest wall, which happened to be Asmodeus’s, who was infuriated by the destruction of his room, but his focus immediately turned to Mammon and the trembling human he held

- Satan could barely hear or see much of anything anymore as Mammon’s punch had knocked him nearly out-cold

- Later when his senses came back he went to MC to apologize

- When he walked in they screamed and cowered in the corner.

- “MC, I won’t hurt you I promise-”

- “You always say that! You promised to never hurt me, Satan! All I wanted was to see if you wanted anything to help you calm down but you decided that was reason enough to try and eat my soul. For fuck’s sake, Diavolo is the Demon Lord and he isn’t half as cruel and manipulative as you are!” He watched the human tremble and cry their response out

- The loud noises had once again caught the attention of the humans guardian for their time in the Devildom

- Mammon walked in and grabbed Satan by the collar, dragging him out the door and slamming it behind him

- Satan sat against the wall and could hear how much pain MC was in as they cried to Mammon and he wanted nothing more than to run in there and take his place but he knew he had royally fucked up

- Scared of his own anger, he decided to not leave his room unless he was attending RAD, family meals, or the Library, because he was so afraid of making the human he had loved afraid and he didn’t want them to feel so much pain just by seeing him

i know Asmodeus is a cute feminine boy with a love for self care and pampering and fashion BUT he always be littles others for not being as good or pretty as him and is super gossipy

- MC had come to school after a sleepover with Asmo, where things got deep and emotional and MC’s most shameful secret was revealed to him

- and he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. he really wasn’t going to but...

- MC noticed the weird stares followed by giggles of the succubi at RAD, clearly whispering about MC which made their stomach feel sick

- MC wasn’t sure what the deal was today until a succubus came up to them at lunch,

- “hey human, i heard that *insert your most humiliating memory*” she snickers with her friends, watching mc turn pale

- Unable to form words MC bolted out of there

- Unluckily for Asmodeus, MC just do happened to run into him

- “Ah! MC, dear, be careful or you and I will both ends up bruised-“ he’s cut off by a slapping sound

- he’s in so much shock he doesn’t even realize MC had slapped him for a few seconds

- “I should’ve known better than to trust you with my secrets.” MC growled, turning around to storm off, “Guess I forgot you were a demon. No, demons are like Diavolo, they at least have some itty bit of kindness in their hearts. You. You’re a monster.”

- Asmo watched them storm off and felt tears come to his eyes

- They were right, for once he had someone who loved him for more than power, looks, and sex, and what did he do? He hurt them and destroyed their reputation.

- He eventually fell off of his skincare routine and stopped coming home every night, instead, he was too busy partying and passing out in strangers’ beds and being glad the demons and succubi who dances with him and slept with him didn’t care for his personality

- cuz he knew his personality was the one part of him that was ugly as hell and he hated it

i know Beelzebub is a gentle giant who cares for his entire family BUT he also throws tantrums that hurt people when he gets hungry and isn’t given food asap

- After his sports practice, he was starving and on edge

- He hungrily eyed a strangers’ meal as he and MC walked home from the campus

- “Beel, don’t even think about stealing that poor demon’s food,” MC scolded him, unknowingly lighting a fuse inside of him

- He shifted to his demon form and grabbed MC by the shoulders harshly

- “Well what else am I supposed to eat?! Do you want me to eat you?!” He shook them, making them whimper out in pain as his claws dug into their flesh

- “B-Beel, you’re hurting me!” MC cried out, but he was too hungry to care and leaned in, about to take a bite out of the poor human before he felt himself get pulled away and pin against the ground

- “Beelzebub, just what in the Devildom do you think you’re doing?” Lucifer’s chilling voice snarled at his younger brother, a crowd forming to watch the two demon lords fight

- “I’m HUNGRY!” Beelzebub went to strike Lucifer, but instead, MC being MC, grabbed his arm to try and stop him, causing him to fling them against the wall, them hitting it with a loud cracking sound, blood pouring out from the back of their head as they rubbed it

- Seeing them bleed made him more hungry but then he saw the look of despair and disappointment that he had seen on his younger sister so many years ago and he snapped out of it

- “MC!” Lucifer rushed to the human’s side, picking them up gently and giving Beel one last cold look before flying off quickly to the Demon Lord’s castle, where Barbatos would be able to heal MC

- Beelzebub felt his hunger dissipate, instead, the guilt eating away at him as the sight of MC’s despair filled eyes flashed through his head

- When MC returned later that night he went to apologize when he heard them in the kitchen

- “MC,” they flinched and whipped around, immediately using one hand to grip their head as dizziness struck them for a moment, the other hand out in front of them in a defensive manner

- Beel’s heart broke and he felt tears starting to form as he started to approach them, intending to hug them comfortingly

- “STAY RIGHT THERE!” MC yelled, their pact forcing his feet to stay planted where they were

- “Y-you don’t have to apologize okay? I should have known better than to scold a monster,” he winced at the word but let them continue, “But that said it isn’t entirely my fault. Every other demon in that plaza could smell me and didn’t pounce me, they had better control than that. Even when I go out alone nobody attacks me! Hell, even the Demon Lord himself isn’t cruel enough to attack me I-I just, please, stay away from me Beel,” and when they looked up he had tears streaming down his face and he was biting his lips to keep from crying

- As badly as they wanted to comfort the crying boy, they knew that they would be putting their own safety at risk if they were to forgive him and make him think he would be so easily forgiven

- Beelzebub suddenly started to stop feeling hungry as every time his stomach growled all he could see was the image of himself about to bite into MC and he would start to feel sick to his stomach

- He doesn’t forgive himself and gets really depressed because he thinks MC’s pain is his fault just like Lilith’s death

i know Belphegor is a sleepy baby with a love for pranks and mischief BUT he literally killed MC but as soon as he found out they were a descendant of his little sister he suddenly just flipped a switch and didn’t even really apologize

- MC was sleeping in the attic next to Belphegor, tossing and turning as a nightmare filled their head

- They could practically feel his claws wrapped around their frail neck snapping it and laughing as they faded from their body

- MC sat up panting and screaming, Belphegor waking up and rubbing his eyes sleepily as he wrapped his arms around MC

- “NO NO NO GET OFF OF ME STOP IT” they continued to scream, flailing around in his embrace, he refused to let go though, convinced they just needed a hug to comfort them from whatever had scared them so bad

- They began to sob hysterically, their voice screaming out for Mammon

- Panicking he continued to hold them in place, afraid if he let go they’d sprint off

- and he was right, they bit his arm and he pulled away as they stood up and sprinted down the hall

- “MC WAIT” he chased after them, worried they’d get hurt

- As they saw the door of their guardian (Mammon), they called out his name

- Belphegor placed a hand over their mouth, worried about the others waking up, but it was too late as Mammon and Satan had both been woken by the cries of the human

- “HELP ME MAMMON PLEASE” MC sobbed, Belphegor sending a panicked and hurt look to his brothers

- Mammon pushed Belphie away as he took MC back into his room to calm them down

- After a mini-argument with Satan that ended up getting shut down by Lucifer, he went back to bed

- The next morning he saw MC was sitting at the breakfast table and he smiled at them, only to watch them shoot a look to Mammon, who then pulled their chair closer to his own protectively

- They all ate in silence, the awkward and tense atmosphere keeping anybody from starting a conversation

- After everyone else left he went up to MC and cornered them, covering their mouth to keep them quiet so he could say what he needed to

- “I already apologized for everything so why do you still need to freak out whenever you see me?!” he asked, annoyed that despite his apology for killing MC, they still felt uncomfortable around him

- They slapped his hand away, “You didn’t really apologize. You only apologized because I’m a descendant of your dead sister, you didn’t apologize to me, MC, you apologized to Lilith,” MC shoves him and starts to walk away from the stunned demon

- “Its kind of funny that despite all the problems I’ve caused for his program, Diavolo has never tried to kill me.” MC says before finally making their exit

- Belphegor gets lost in his own thoughts after that, as he finally realized that he had been seeing them as a replacement Lilith rather than themselves

- even if he wanted to try apologizing again, he was unable to as Mammon became more and more protective of them, shooing Belphie away with dirty looks anytime they were in the same room

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suyacho · 3 years

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hi everyone, this is a piece for @semisgroupie ‘s gangland collab! i said i was gonna post this later but i got hit with an armin brainrot and finished right after i joined help?

this fic contains darker content than usual, please read the warnings properly before proceeding.

what would happen if armin was the gang leader of one of the strongest gangs in the city but also your lover?

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a big thank you to @doinmybesthere for beta reading this for me <3

WARNINGS: fem!reader - gang!leader armin - cursing - manipulation/manipulative armin - gang activities - mentions of fights - toxic armin - praise - gun play - fingering - fear play - a hint of degrading

“So you’re telling me that you let the enemy escape? The one who beat up one of our people and several others ended up getting beat up in the second fight?” Armin asked calmly, glaring down at everyone in his gang. His tone was calm but his glare surely didn’t match it, if looks could kill, this look definitely would have.

“Y-Yes sir.” They all answer in sync, some voices trembling in fear as they said that. No one dared to mess with Armin, he always was a calm guy in front of them yet his glare said enough.

“And you almost got caught by the police?” Armin continued, leaning down to one of his men, looking him in the eyes. “I’m sorry sir.” He apologized quickly, backing up in fear. “You’re sorry? After getting us in trouble like this?” Armin spoke, a hint of anger in his voice.

“I-I’m sorry please,” The guy begged, backing up until he couldn’t anymore, walking against you as you groaned.

“Watch where you’re going idiot.” You spat, only for Armin to take his eyes off the man and look at you, his anger boiling up.

“That’s my girl so you better watch where you’re going, one more mistake and you’re out.” Armin snapped, backing out and pulling you beside him, taking a deep breath.

“After everything I’ve done for you guys, this is the thanks I get?” Armin sighed, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Meeting’s dismissed, I’m no- we’re leaving.” Armin announced, grabbing your hand and signing for you to follow. All you do is obey and follow him like a lost puppy, a smile plastered on your face.

Somehow Armin ended up being your lover, you surely didn’t complain but no one had expected it to happen and in all honesty, you didn’t either.

It all happened when Armin stood up for you while a group of boys were bothering you and from there on, you two became friends but no one would have guessed you two would end up like this.

“You love me don’t you?” Armin started once again, plopping down on the couch in his private room as you nod quickly. “Yes sir.” You answered, waiting on his next words.

“How far would you go for me, love?” He asked, making you think for a few seconds.

Armin patiently waits on your answer, tapping his fingers on the arm rest while never taking his eyes off you for a second. “Anything for you sir.” You answer proudly, no hints of hesitation in your voice as a grin grows on his face.

You were oh so perfect for him, such an obedient girl and all for him, only for him. Little did you know that Armin had you wrapped around his fingers, manipulating his way into you loving him without you even realizing.

“Such a good girl for me, come here.” Armin smiled, patting on his lap and you nodded, sitting down with no hesitation, looking down at your lover happily.

“Was there a specific reason why sir?” You asked, a smile growing on your face as he gently stroked your cheek, frowning a bit.

“Why? Are you doubting my reasoning, love?” He questioned, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“N-No, I would never.” You answered, apologizing quickly right after, not wanting him to be sad.

“But you’ve upset me now, you wouldn’t want that, do you?” He continued, rubbing his thumb over your lip and moving his hands down slightly, wrapping his long slender fingers around your neck and pulling you closer to him.

“ ‘m sorry sir.” You mumbled quietly, looking him in the eyes and whimpering as his lips ghosted over yours, pulling back before you could kiss him.

“Shhh, I know.” Armin cooed, tightening his grip around your throat as you choked slightly, only for him to softly rub his thumb over your skin, your full attention being on him and his pretty blue eyes.

While you kept looking into his blue eyes, Armin’s free hand reaches to the weapon next to him, smirking a bit while he trailed it along your thigh, only for shivers to go down your spine as you gulped a bit, the fear slowly taking over.

“What’s wrong?” Armin asked innocently, rubbing you through your panties as he slightly teased your clit with the gun, making you whimper a bit. “N-Nothing sir.” You answered quickly, your breath hitching in your throat as he laid you back on the couch, hovering over you.

“Such a pretty girl for me.” He told you, continuing his movements as your breathing became unsteady and you left out soft moans for him. “A-Armin.” You breathe out, looking up at him needily while you held your skirt up for him.

“Na ah- be patient for me.” Armin warns you, cocking the gun as he points it at your head, smirking a bit when your face is taken over in fear.

“What’s wrong?” He grinned, putting the cold metal on your forehead as he pushed your panties aside, sucking on his fingers before he pushed two into your heat, smirking even more when they slid in easily from how turned on you were.

You were stupid in his eyes, stupid for thinking that the gun was loaded because it wasn’t, it was empty. You were stupidly in love with him but he fucking loved it. He did this to you and he knew he would never get enough of seeing you like this.

“Armin!” You gasp, bucking your hips up a bit, only to be reminded of the gun pointed at your head, stopping your movements quickly and opening your mouth for him slightly, knowing what he probably would want.

“Good girl, knowing me better than anyone else.” He praised you as he pushed the gun into your mouth a bit, watching as your lips parted around the gun, groaning a bit.

You moaned around the gun, swirling your tongue around the gun like you would do with his length, choking around it when he pushed it down your throat more and his fingers hit that spot perfectly from the way he curled his fingers.

“You look so pretty for me.” Armin complimented you, picking up his pace a bit as he started rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you clench around his fingers and moan around the gun.

“Huh? You wanna cum huh? You’re getting closer aren’t you? Such a good girl.” He continued praising you, enjoying the sound of your wetness and the sounds of you gagging around the gun, it was going straight to his cock.

You hummed a bit, bucking your hips up and fucking yourself against his fingers, wanting to feel more as your legs started trembling, looking at him with a begging look.

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” He told you and almost like you were waiting on his go sign, you released around his fingers right after his words, breathing heavily as he took the gun out of your mouth, watching how a string of saliva connected it to your lips.

“Fuck,” You whimper, catching your breath while Armin licked his fingers clean. “You’d do anything for me right?” He asks once again.

“Yes sir.” You answer almost immediately.

“So you’d even take a bullet for me?” Armin smirked, pointing the gun at you while looking you in the eyes. “Y-Yes.” You answered hesitantly, being met with a loud bang as you closed your eyes in fear, thinking this was the end yet you were met with his loud laughter.

“Such a dumb little bitch you are.” Armin laughs, putting the gun away as a smirk grows on his face. You might be a dumb little bitch but you were all his.

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pondwatr04 · 3 years

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Who Obeys Who?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

~F!Mc~ Word Count: 4,494

Summary: After Mc’s latest brush with death, Lucifer has placed various rules to ensure her safety. However, the independent human will soon discover that the brothers have become increasingly possessive/protective over her, to the point where she begins to feel suffocated. In the heat of the moment during a particularly bad fight, Mc uses the power of her pacts and accidentally harms the brothers in the process. Anguished over this and the brothers’ behavior, she runs away and seeks a way to break the pacts, for their sake and her own!

Warnings: Mention of death, brief violence, aggressive scenarios.

It was no secret to anyone that the 7 Lords of Devildom were fiercely protective of their little human, however this was something that Mc was still adjusting to. Back in the human world, Mc was never really the center of attention or had particularly protective family/friends, and was quite content with the sense of freedom that came with such a life.

However, as the brothers began to grow closer and closer with her, their desire to guard the new member of their family also swelled. At first, she found this behavior somewhat endearing; it warmed her heart to know that such powerful and feared demons cared so deeply for her, a mere mortal human. With this new sensation of the brothers at her side, Mc felt safe in Devildom, despite the multiple times she had almost lost her life.

That was until she had a particularly bad run in with several lower demons at RAD once a day. Mc had left her classes mid-session to use the restroom, the hallways were silent and empty as everyone was seated in their classrooms. However, when she was making her way back to class, three lower demons jumped out and began attacking her, beating her nearly unconscious.

In between the grunts and deafening blows the demons dealt her, she could hear them shouting something about how she was making the Demon Lords soft, that her presence was ruining their reputation as fearsome, cruel creatures.

However, it was over as soon as it started; the demons left her gasping alone on the cool, tiled floor. Soon after Mammon (who had been in the process of skipping class) discovered her battered body and called his brothers for help. Although Mc hadn’t sustained any serious injuries, she was quickly raced to the nearest hospital and made a swift recovery with the help of Solomon and Simeon’s healing abilities.

In the days after the incident, Mc was feeling suprisingly unscatched, both physically and mentally. Despite how worried sick the brothers were, she was simply happy that the whole ordeal was over and done with, the perpetrators promptly beaten and jailed. However, Lucifer had decided this was not good enough for Mc, or rather, him.

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Mc sat nervously at the dining table in the House of Lamentation, all the chairs filled with their respective brothers. Lucifer had called a “family meeting” earlier that day during RAD classes and had stressed that everyone must be there.

At first Mc hadn’t been too worried about the sudden order, but simply watching Mammon anxiously bounce his leg from next to her with his chin resting gravely on his palm, had her suddenly reconsidering. Everyone instantly perked up as Lucifer cleared his throat from the end of the long table.

“In light of… recent events...,” he begins his gaze sweeping from brother to brother, eventually landing firmly on Mc, making her jump slightly. He pauses for a moment, huffing slightly.

“...I have decided that there is an urgent need for new rules regarding Mc, more specifically on how to ensure she remains safe in her time at Devildom,” he announces.

“What do you mean ‘new rules’,” Mc questions, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Lucifer shoots her a quick glare after being interrupted before continuing.

“I mean that as of today, you cannot be without an escort when leaving the House of Lamentation under any circumstances-,” he says as Mc rises quickly from her chair.

“What?! I need an escort?-'' she exclaims, hands placed definitely on the table before her.

“-That includes walking to and from RAD, walking between class periods, and anywhere else outside of the House of Lamentation,” he continues, ignoring Mc’s sudden outburst.

“That ridiculous, I can handle walking myself perfectly fine-,” Mc shouts.

“You will be required to have your D.D.D on you at all times, and you are not permitted to leave the house after 8pm,” he states coldly, staring down Mc. “All of which are effective for an indefinite amount of time.”

“This isn’t necessary, Lucifer! I know what happened last week, but that doesn’t mean you can just start making me follow all these crazy restrictions!” Mc pleads, desperately looking around the table at the brothers for any semblance of support.

However, they all avoid her gaze, a few of them taking sudden interest in the intricate carvings that adorn the side of the wooden table.

“It is necessary, Mc,” Lucifer says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. “I know that you’re a very independent person, but these rules are for your own safety.”.

“I’m sorry Lucifer, but I won’t allow myself to submit to this-,” Mc begins defiantly.

“-You will follow these rules. This is not something that is up for discussion, Mc!” he bellows, causing everyone at the table to flinch at the sudden aggression.

“And that goes for all of you,” he commands, pointing accusingly at his brothers. “You all are to make sure that she adheres to these rules, you understand?”

They all exchange quick glaces between a fuming Mc and Lucifer’s stern expression. They all nod slowly, reluctantly submitting to Lucifer’s will. Mc flops angrily into her chair, teeth clenched as she festers silently in her own wrath.

As much as she wants to, she simply can’t win against Lucifer, especially not on this one. Seeing that none of the other brothers came to her aid, she decides she has no choice but to swallow her pride. Biting her tongue, she nods slightly along with the brothers.

“Then… that is all that I need to say,” Lucifer says, his composure restored as he rises from his seat. “This meeting is adjourned.”

In the days after Lucifer's declaration, Mc begrudgingly followed each rule. Although she was still fuming, she offered no further protest on the matter, electing to just wait until Lucifer decided these restrictions were no longer necessary.

After a while, Mc began to not be particularly bothered by these rules. Although she valued her occasional moments of solitude, having the brothers escort her from place to place proved to be somewhat enjoyable. Additionally, having her D.D.D on her at all times wasn’t too much of a hassle, and it wasn’t like she had many places to be in Devildom after 8pm.

However, Mc began to feel more concerned with the brothers’ behavior as more and more questionable moments occurred between them. She first took notice of this somewhat alarming shift in behavior when Mc was conversing with a new friend from her Curses and Hexes class; another demon, obviously.

Mc was always eager to make new friends, especially since she rarely had the chance to talk to any demons outside of the seven brothers. Her and this new demon had randomly sparked up a conversation when he had asked her for a spare pencil. He had noticed it had a design on it that originated from a popular movie franchise that he was also interested in, so the duo became engrossed in discussing the topic long into the class period. Even after the bell rang, they continued absentmindedly laughing and chatting with one another.

This caused Beel, who had recently begun waiting for Mc outside of each of her classes to walk her from period to period, to peek his head in the room worriedly. The redhead immediately noticed the lower demon and how he was leaning against Mc’s desk, deep in conversation with his human. Anger quickly sparked in the pit of his abdomen, prompting him to stalk swiftly towards the duo.

He planted a solid hand on Mc’s shoulder. “The bell rang, Mc. Let’s go to your next class,” he grunts, refusing to acknowledge the surprised demon beside him.

“Oh, it's okay Beel. You can go without me, I’ll be leaving after I finish up here in a second,” Mc says cheerfully, waving Beel on without much thought.

In response, his grip tightens every-so slightly on Mc’s shoulder, digging into the fabric of her uniform. “No. I have to go with you Mc,” he says firmly.

“Beel, seriously, it’s okay,” Mc responds in a quizzical tone, eyes flickering between his face and his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll just have my friend here walk me instead. Your class is on the other side of campus anyway, so you’ll be late if you wait for me.”

“I don’t care if I’m late. I’m not going to let you be alone with some other demon, Mc,” he growls.

Both Mc and the lower demon gape at Beel, taken aback by his sudden aggression.

“Beel! Don’t be rude! You don’t need to worry about him, he’s oka-,” Mc exclaims.

“Mc. I’m not leaving you with him,” Beel repeats, this time finally eyeing the fidgeting lower demon sitting across from him. He wilts slightly from Beel’s piercing gaze, feeling as if he’s somehow made a grave mistake by simply talking to Mc. Mc shakes Beel’s hand from her shoulder, rising from her desk to confront him head on.

“Beelzebub. I’m telling you-,” Mc begins before she’s abruptly interrupted by Beel grabbing her wrist and tugging her towards the classroom’s exit. Despite her protests, he managed to make it halfway to her next period before Mc finally wrenched herself from his grip. The other demons in the hallway disperse, fleeing to their classrooms after sensing the dangerous arua the Avatar of Gluttony was emitting.

“What the hell Beel?” she pants, rubbing the angry red skin on her wrist. She eyes him, feeling increasingly uneasy; what happened back in the classroom...it was completely out of character for him. He never spoke to her, or anyone in that way, let alone put his hands on her like that.

“Lucifer said you can’t go anywhere by yourself,” he explains, placing a hand on his neck while shame begins to replace the wrath within him.

“Yeah, I wasn’t going by myself. I said that my friend was going to walk me instead,” Mc shoots back.

Beel frowns, “You can’t trust any demon you meet, Mc. You don’t know if you really would be safe with him.”

In the back of her mind, Mc knows he’s half right; she simply didn’t know that demon well enough to confidently say he wouldn’t try something the moment she was alone and vulnerable. However, she wasn’t upset that Beel questioned his integrity anymore, she was upset that he didn’t even take a moment to consider her feelings on the matter. He simply ran off with her without a second thought, completely disregarding her ability to judge a person’s character on her own without him or one of his brothers weighing in with their own cynical opinions.

They stood silently for a moment as Mc stewed in her thoughts, the hallway empty, its air turning stale around them. Before she could give a proper retort, the sound of the school’s bell rang around them, indicating that they were now both late for class. Mc clenched her firsts angrily.

She then turned sharply and stalked to her next period, allowing an uneasy Beel to accompany her from a distance. Once she entered her classroom and slammed the door behind her, Beel began the trek on his own class. When the next period ended, Mc found Belphie waiting outside to escort her in place of Beel.

Despite this concerning event, there was a brief lull in the brothers’ display of possessive behavior; whether that be because they finally realized that they were suffocating Mc with their antics, or because Mc had been more careful about complying to Lucifer’s rules. However, this moment of peace was soon to be interrupted.

After Asmo accidentally spilled wine on Mc during a visit to Ristorante Six, he had vowed to take her shopping for a whole new outfit, even though it only really stained her blouse. When Levi caught wind of the excursion, he decided to tag along to go window shopping for some newly released Ruri-chan merchandise.

That weekend, the trio made their way to the bustling shopping center at the heart of Devildom; the majority of the day was very lighthearted and served as a much needed break from school and the crushing protectiveness of the brothers. They all spent hours browsing and trying on clothes in Majolish, laughing as Asmo forced Levi to briefly explore his fashion sense with them. After they finally left, Mc and Asmo struggled to carry the various bags filled to the brim with clothes and accessories while Levi happily snapped pictures of the exasperated pair, offering no help as he uploaded the photos to Devilgram.

After some more teasing, Levi finally slid his phone away before reaching to take one of the heavier bags from Mc’s hand. Mc gladly accepts the aid, shifting her weight forward to lean towards his extended hand. However, her shoe briefly caught the raised surface of a slightly out-of-place tile in the pavement, causing her to trip mid-step. Before she could sprawl across the floor below, she collides into a passing demon, falling face first into their chest.

“Hey! Watch it-,” the demon shouts, falling backwards from the force of the impact.

Mc instantly removes herself from the demon. “Ah-, I’m sorry! Are you okay?,” flustered from the embarrassing spectacle she’s caused. She offers a hand to the fallen demon, smiling politely as they glare at her from the floor.

“My apologies, I accidentally tripped, and you just happened to be in front of me...,” she says quickly as they begrudgingly reach to take her hand.

Before their palms can overlap, Levi moves in between the two, slapping the demon’s hand away from Mc’s. Shocked, the demon sharply pulls back his hand, hissing from the insult.

“Levi? What the fuck was that for?” Mc gasped, Levi’s expression startlingly contradicting the joyful demon he was moments ago.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Levi snarls at the demon, shoving Mc behind him despite her protests. “Stay the fuck away from us.”

At a loss for words, Mc desperately looks to Asmo for help. Rather than stepping forward to mitigate the situation as he so often does, Asmo simply moves to pick up the fallen bag and plants himself next to Levi, ignoring Mc’s aghast face.

“Guys, calm down! It was my fault, I was the one who bumped into them!” Mc exclaims, moving in front of the pair with raised hands.

“Yeah, what the hell? It was just an accident-,” the demon begins, moving to return to a standing position. Before they can get themselves completely upright, Levi shoves him to the ground.

“Levi-,” Mc yelped at the sudden display of violence. This time, she places a hand on the two advancing brothers’ chest, glaring at them both.

“If you two don’t knock this shit off right now, I’ll use our pacts to command you to stop,” she warns, hoping the anger in her tone masked the fear she felt creeping its way into the corners of her mind.

Levi clicks his tongue in frustration, reluctantly taking a step away from the terrified demon. Asmo slowly follows, never taking his eyes off them.

“Fine,” Asmo mutters. “But it would be in your best interest to leave, and never show your face around us ever again,” Asmo spat at the demon, his usually pristine face twisted into an irritated grimace.

The demon immediately takes off in the other direction, leaving the trio alone in the street. Before Mc could scold them, they both link their arms around her’s and stomp away.

“That was out-of-fucking line, guys!” Mc exclaims after a moment of stunned silence. The pair flinch a little but continue tugging her back to the House of Lamentation wordlessly.

“That was… that was absolutely ridiculous! It was just a simple mistake, and it was my fault! There was no reason for you guys to blow up on them like that!” she says, whipping her head from side to side in an attempt to read the faces of the two demons.

“Why’re you acting like that demon running into me was some kind of assasinaton attempt?! You guys didn’t used to be this… unreasonable…” she trails off, desperately trying to get Levi or Asmo to meet her eyes. “...What the fuck happened?” she asks the pair.

“I’ll tell you what the fuck happened, Mc,” Levi finally retorts, clenching his teeth as he lifts his head to look at her from behind his violet hair. “You… you were almost killed... not even a month ago. And if you think we’re just going to let something like that happen again then-”.

“But they weren’t trying to kill me!” Mc thundered, shaking with anger. “You both totally overreacted!”

“We can’t be too careful, Mc. I’m sorry we upset you, but I’d rather that than risk you being murdered!” Asmo admits, gripping her arm desperately.

“There was no danger, Asmo!” Mc yells. “Why can’t you two understand that?”

Levi and Asmo exchanged troubled glances.

“Mc, we’re just trying to do what’s best for you…” Levi pleads, Asmo nodding.

“This is what you think is best for me?! Just tearing off with me the moment I interact with any demon aside from you guys?” Mc scoffs, struggling to wrap her mind around the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

The two demons are silent, festering in shame and frustration. They avoid her eyes, struggling to produce a proper retort.

“I decide what is best for me, got it?! Because clearly, you guys have lost all touch with reality!” she continues, beyond caring about softening her insults.

Although the brothers wanted to argue back, they both elected to bite their tongues for the rest of the walk home, hoping that Mc would eventually calm down and come around to their point of view.

However, when they finally arrived home Mc ripped her arms from their grip, storming to her room while Asmo and Levi frantically tried to apologize from behind her wake. She slammed the door in their faces; they knocked the wooden surface as they pleaded for her to let them so they could make it up to her.

After a while of fruitlessly calling to her, they finally gave up, leaving Mc alone to quietly sob in her room. She refused to speak to the pair for a couple days afterward, but eventually gave up on attempting to hold a grudge on the demons she loved so deeply. She tried to drop her guard around them once again, but still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling that had been clouding her mind ever since that day.

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Although Mc found these instances incredibly peculiar (alarmingly so), she still gave the demon brothers the benefit of the doubt. She understood that they cared for her fiercely, and that this could lead them to act aggressively; but she could not wrap her head around why they were starting to disregard how Mc felt. They had begun to handle her like a delicate piece of artwork; something to be admired from within a protective container, never to be touched by outside hands.

Despite this, she decided that for the time being she would simply grin a bear it all while she gave them a chance to calm themselves, hoping they would all eventually return to their normal selves. However, this was not the case as Mc would soon realize after she had forgotten to walk home with Mammon after classes at RAD.

As per Lucifer’s rules, Mc was to be accompanied by one of the brothers to and from school. After much pestering from Mammon, she agreed to make walking back with him a daily occurrence. The two would meet in the garden at the center of RAD’s campus and make the journey home together, chatting about their day. However, Mc had completely forgotten about this agreement one day.

Mc has a bad habit of becoming lost in thought, forgetting the world around her as she silently listens to music through a pair of tangled earbuds. Mc was often accompanied by at least 1-2 demon brothers at once, so she doesn't often get much time to simply explore her own thoughts without interruption. This, coupled with her bad habit of becoming detached from the present, caused her to simply walk straight to the House of Lamentation without the thought of meeting Mammon even crossing her mind.

She had gotten home before any of the others, and absentmindedly slumped into bed after changing out of her RAD uniform. Lazily rolling over, she reached out to pick up her previously discarded D.D.D and earbuds, music still faintly playing. She clicked on the screen to turn off the music and noticed she had 9 new notifications while her phone was on silent. There were 6 text messages from Mammon, and 4 new missed calls. Mc sat up in bed to read the texts:

“Oi! Where the hell are ya at Mc?” - 19 minutes ago

“Are you coming or not? Did ya forget about me?” - 16 minutes ago

1 missed call.

“Did ya walk home with Asmo instead of me? That hurts my feelings, ya know.” - 15 minutes ago

1 missed call.

“Hey! Respond to my calls… you’re startin’ to worry me”. - 12 minutes ago

"If you’re worried that I’m mad, I’m not! Just text me when ya get home safely, OK?” - 11 minutes ago

2 missed calls.

“That's it! You better call me back right now, or I’m gonna start freakin’ out!” - 6 minutes ago

Mc drags a hand over her face, annoyed by his gross overreaction. Mammon has always been the clingy type, something she had gotten used to and eventually found somewhat endearing. However, this was just too much…

Before she could even begin to return his calls, the door to her room burst open, swinging on its hinges and slamming into the wall with a loud bang. There in the doorway stood Mammon, sweaty, panting, and obviously very distressed. Alongside him stood Satan, Asmo, and Belphie, all looking slightly less disheveled but with equally concerned expressions. As soon as they laid their eyes on her, relief immediately flushed all other emotion from their faces.

“Wha-”, she began, but was swiftly cut off when Mammon leapt towards her to clutch her shoulders.

“What the hell happened Mc?!” he exclaims, shaking her before embracing her firmly. After a tense moment, he quickly peels himself from her form, his flushed face mere inches from her own as he continues his volley of questions.

“I really thought something bad happened to you!” he cries out, silvery eyebrows furrowed. Mc opened her mouth to explain but was interrupted once again.

“-and why didn’t ya answer my calls? I got so worried that I even called Asmo, and when he said that you weren’t with him, I totally freaked!” he says, his eyes wandering to inspect her body; still expecting her to be harmed in some way.

Mc pushes the babbling demon off of her as she explains, “I’m sorry, I had my D.D.D on silent, so I didn’t see any of your texts.”

As Mammon tumbles to the foot of her bed, Asmo quickly takes his place next to her.

“Mc! You can’t do that to us again! We really thought some other demon got to you!” he sobs, wrapping his arms around her , dramatically burying his face in the crook of her neck. Satan turns his back to them to make a call on his D.D.D, presumably to let the others know that Mc is safe and sound at home.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Mc struggles to pry the weeping demon off of her. She looks to Belphie to help as he’s usually the brother that grants her the most freedom in situations like these. Meeting her gaze, Belphie moves forward, his facade of indifference faintly cracking.

“That doesn’t explain why you didn't wait for one of us to walk with you. You know you’re not supposed to go anywhere by yourself, Mc,” he says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to feign exasperation.

Mc glares at him; she half-expected him to be on her side, to scold Mammon and Asmo for their dramatic antics as he so often does.

“I’m sorry guys, I totally forgot to wait. I guess I just got so lost in thought that I didn’t realize I forgot about Mammon,” she admits, chuckling awkwardly at her rather anticlimactic explanation. Satan turns to face them as he places his D.D.D back into his pant pocket, frowning at her words.

“Well, it's a good thing that you at least went straight back to the House of Lamentation, because if we didn’t find you in your room, Lucifer would have asked Diavolo to form a royal search party for you,” he says, his hand cupping his chin thoughtfully.

“What?! A search party?” Mc exclaims, becoming more exasperated by the second. “Isn’t that a bit much? I mean… I was only unaccounted for for less than half an hour, right? Doesn’t that seem like overkill to you?” she questions, attempting to face Satan as Asmo and Mammon fuss over her.

Satan and Belpie, who normally jump at any chance to criticize Lucifer’s decisions, simply shook their heads.

“No, it’s understandable. We can’t afford to give you the benefit of the doubt anymore,” Satan sighs.

“Huh?” Mc says, completely vexed by his explanation.

Satan moves to place a hand on her head, his palm lovingly stroking her hair despite the troubled expression that lingers on his features.

“You better start working on your apology, because Lucifer and the others are on their way back now,” he says, only half-joking. “And from what he told me, Levi and Beel had been tearing up every inch of RAD’s campus looking for any trace of you.”

Before she can argue about the matter any further, the sound of 3 pairs of footsteps thunder against the hallway’s stairs and towards her room. The other brothers burst into her room, followed by another flurry of questions and quick embraces. After a while of explaining and apologizing, Mc finally managed to quell the fears of the brothers.

Later that afternoon, they all sat down to have dinner together, the brothers continuing to fuss over an annoyed Mc. Although this ridiculous incident hadn’t ended in complete disaster (aside from the scolding of a life-time from Lucifer), it still worried Mc. She could understand, to an extent, their protectiveness over her, especially after the most recent attempt on her life. However, she was only unresponsive for less than 30 minutes, and all of them had flown into a panic; it was completely out of character for most of the brothers.

She poked at her food, still sore about the lecturing she had received. Hopefully, this was the last incident for a long while. Little did she know, it would get much worse.

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Thank you for reading part 1! Can you tell this is my first time ever writing fanfic? lmaoo

Let me know if you guys wanna see more, because regardless I plan on making 2-3 more chapters! Comments, suggestions, and reblogs are much appreciated!

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Heyyyyy I’m new here :3 could I request ATEEZ reaction to you being a brat? :3

Ateez reaction: Bratty Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, threads, annoyance, bratty behavior, pet names...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for updating after a longer time, I had a few mental health issues... Thanks to everyone who waited tho and thank you so much for 200+ followers... Please let me know if you have ideas in mind for a ‘special'! Hope you all like this one tho. Feel free to leave some feedback! Also, let me know if any of you wants to be added to my taglist!

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Park Seonghwa

You were sulking because Seonghwa didn’t bought you that dress you saw in one of those expensive shops today. Actually, you could call him your „sugar daddy”. He bought you anything you wanted whenever you wanted, but not today. Today was different, because you already started to provoke him in the early morning, disobeying and yelling at him. He didn’t know what happened to you, even after asking a hundredth of times, you just kept on being bratty towards the male. Soon, he had enough. While the two of you were sitting in the car, at the parking lot of the shopping mall, you kept on complaining about that dress. Seonghwa leaned into your side and grabbed your throat, immediately shutting you up. „You better stop talking, before I lose my shit and hit you right in the face and fuck you right on top of this car, baby. Would you like that? For all people to see how I put you in your place. Huh?” You silently shook your head, a hint of fear written on your face. „I thought so. Now stop being a bratty little bitch and start behaving, understood?” Again, you remained silent, nodding your head this time. Seonghwa then sat back and started the power of the car, driving off, back home.

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong finally took a day off, immediately calling you to go on a date but you were mad at him. Why? He knew that you had other plans today but still choose this day to take a break. „Y/N, baby, come on. You know I have no say in this. This is not my fault, so please come to the restaurant we always go to, okay?” You let out a ironic laugh. „Tz. First, you pick the worst day and now you want me to come there myself? Oh no, if you really want to get out with me then you are going to pick me the fuck up.” Hongjoong was kinda shocked, not excepting this kind of behavior. After massaging his temples, since this boy was stressed and annoyed by your way of behaving, he just hung up the call, not in the mood to keep up with you right now. You went absolutely insane. Like, how dare he? When midnight came around, Hongjoong entered the front door, food in his hands. You were sitting in the living room, still pissed about earlier today. A knock on the doorframe made you look up. When spotting your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and kept watching tv. „Haven’t cool down yet?” You got back to 180. „Excuse me?! Get your ass out of this room Mr. 'I think I can allow myself whatever I want' because yes, I am still mad at you.” He stared at you, not believing what was happing. Since when did you get so bratty? Shaking his head while approaching you and placing the food on the table, he grabbed both of your forearms and looked you deep in the eyes. „Okay now listen here you bratty bitch. You’re gonna listen to me and start behaving or I will punish you so hard that you wish you could turn the time back and thank me for making time for you, okay? I want my good little kitten back because I don’t like nasty strays that don’t obey me. No one would like one, so be happy and appreciate me you ungrateful pice of shit and shut the fuck up.”

Jeong Yunho

He was just staring at you blankly, while you were throwing a tantrum. This already happened a couple of times but it was never this bad. He kept on watching you, until you eventually calmed down yourself. It really provoked you that he didn’t stop you or has done anything for that matter. At some point, you gave up because you knew how well Yunho could control his anger. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you freaked out like that. Both of you were searching for a movie to watch and when Yunho picked one that you already saw and absolutely hated, both of you started auguring. It’s his turn to pick the movie because you picked last time, yet that didn’t sit with you. Maybe you were just having a bad day? At least that’s what Yunho told himself. „Are you done now?” You sat there, at the ground while Yunho sat in front of you, on the couch. „Yea... sorry.” Yunho nodded, pulling you up on his lap. You thought he will cuddle with you but sike, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, over his knees, ass in perfect view for him. „How many hits do you think you deserve? Hm? Maybe 20 or 30? Or... 40 or 50?”

Kang Yeosang

He had this furious and annoyed look on his face. You got kinda terrified now, knowing what a beast this boy could be when he was mad. He watched you until you went silent, sitting next to each other and waiting for what’s going to happen next. You started to get nervous because Yeosang kept looking at you without saying or doing anything. His silence never meant anything good... „Stop looking.” He raised one of his eyebrows. „Stop talking.” You did keep quiet, not knowing what else to do now. „Dumb pet, do you think you’re worth my time? Oh how embarrassing... It’s such a shame that there are so many people who want me yet I chose you over everyone else, an ungrateful little bitch.” His words kinda hurt and you stated to doubt your worth. Maybe he’s right? You maybe should have followed the rules. You shouldn’t have told him no and most important, you shouldn’t have done all of that in front of his friends. You kinda started to regret it but it was way too late now. Even if you did apologize now, Yeosang wouldn’t forgive you, he will punish you no matter what. The more silence there is, the harder the punishment will be. „Go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”

Choi San

To be direct, you were unnecessarily overreacting. When you visited the boys and watch them while they practiced, San didn’t greet you as usual and you didn’t like that. At all. He was too focused to even notice you tbh. When he finally turned around and spotted you, he rolled his eyes, taking in your grumpy state. He made his way towards you, so he could give you a kiss but you pushed him away. He gave you a questioning look but you just turned your face away. „Hey, give me a kiss.” You still didn’t move, hoping to upset somehow. „Y/N.” His first warning. „Look at me.” Still, you didn’t move. The other members started to notice but kept on practicing because they didn’t wanted to get involved in anything. San exhaled loudly, pulling you up and dragging you out with him. „Don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother to listen to you. „It hurts!” You hoped that he would loosen his grip a bit, but instead his grip on you got stronger. When he reached his room, he threw you on the bed and undressed himself. „You hurt me!” Still having that attitude on, you again yelled at him. He gave you a murderous look, finally shutting you up. He the hovered over you, staring you dead in the eyes. „If you ever dare to pull something like that in front of the other members again, I will make you regret visiting us, okay? Now better behave, before I completely lose the last bit of my self control, you stupid kid.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, Mingi! Wake up!” You shook him until he groaned out in annoyance. „Y/N? What’s wrong?” You huffed. „I am bored. You have to do something with me, come on.” You tried to pull him up but he was stronger than you, resulting that you were the one being pulled and laying on top of him now. „Did you loose your mind? It’s three in the morning, let me sleep!” He half yelled, half whispered. As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you pulled on his hair, making him tear his eyes open and cry out loudly. „Ouch! What the heck, Y/N? That hurts!” A smile creeped on your face, finally achieving your goal of waking him up. He just stared at you, giving you a ‘are you serious?’ type of look. „Now that you’re awake, we can do something! Should we watch a movie or should we play some ga-“ „No! We are not going to do any of these! It’s bed time, so lay down! I am not in the mood for all of this.” You smacked his thigh. „No Mingi, get up! What do you not get from 'I am bored, let’s do something’, huh?” He really has enough. „Okay Bunny, you wanna do something? Let’s play a game. It’s called ‘try not to scream while getting your ass beaten and brain fucked out’. Sounds fun, right?” You gulped, then getting pulled and flipped around, so that your backside faced up. At least he’s full of energy now...

Jung Wooyoung

Both of you were sitting in a restaurant. He was already fed up with your behavior but he let go because he didn’t had enough strength to deal with you right now. This cutie was so hungry and tiered after practice, that he didn’t wanted things to go wrong but you really left him no choice. Just because you didn’t wanted to eat in this restaurant and wanted to go to your favorite one instead, you stated to act up, gaining lots of attention from all the nagging and yelling. Wooyoung grabbed your upper arm and pulled you near him, whispering in your ear so others wouldn’t hear. „Shut your mouth now Y/N, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re so fucking embarrassing you stupid brat.” He then let go, harshly shoving your arm away and leaning back. When the waiter approached you two, to note your order, you remained silent. After rolling his eyes, Wooyoung ordered food only for himself. When he finished eating, he stood up and threw some money in the table. He was about to walk away when he turned around to face you. „If you don’t get up within the next two seconds, I will break your legs.” He gave you a last condescending look before walking out. You obeyed and followed him out, joining him in his car. He didn’t even spare you a glance, driving straight to your apartment a grin forming on his face, several ideas for your punishment popping into his head.

Choi Jongho

Hit after hit, you put in more effort to annoy him. You soon realized that this wasn’t enough, so you started pinching and biting him. „Ouch, Y/N, are you crazy?!” Ah, finally! You smirked at him and wiggled your eyebrows, satisfied that he finally showed a reaction. „Do you think that’s funny?” You smiled. „Very. And now that I finally have your attention, you can do something with me. Oh and, get me some water please I am thirsty.” He stared at you in disbelief. „Are you okay, Y/N?” You gave him a look of disapproval. „Uhm, yea? I still am but if you don’t get me my water I won’t be and than I am going to hit you, again.” He was kinda amused now. „Oh? Where does all that attitude come from, all of a sudden?” You shrugged with your shoulders. „I don’t know and I don’t care. You gotta deal with it now.” You laid down on the couch both of you were sitting on and placed your legs on his lap. „I am still waiting for my water Jong.” He didn’t move. You wanted to raise your head up to scold him but he was faster than you, now hovering over you. „I will give you something else to drink. Get down and kneel. We have to clean that bratty mouth of yours, yea? Come on brat, suck me off. You don’t want me to get mad now, do you?”

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Burning for love; JJK [03]

Contents: Smut, little bit of dirty talk, supernatural themes, romance, fluff, unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello angels, sorry for the LONG wait, was so busy with school and depressing myself, but here it is, I tried to do my best and please also remember that English is not my first language be kind (😩), sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy it and take care besties! 💖

Jungkook was insatiable, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you, he has already fuck you senseless on the kitchen counter, the sofa, the living room floor, the restroom sink, simply everywhere, but he seem to want more and more and more, he wanted so much that you could hardly believe it.

Right now you were waking up, feeling incredibly good, feeling like everything was fine, but those emotions were gone as soon as common sense started to come back to you. Yesterday, Jungkook’s hands everywhere, that incredible first orgasm, but the one who made it happen… His scent, his bright eyes, strong arms making you feel like you can do it all, but above all the interest he had in you, what makes you feel on cloud nine it’s the way he seemed to be mesmerized by your expressions and sounds, knowing right where to touch without a doubt. Almost every space in your skin was painted by the ferocity with which he seems to love you, that marks on your skin being the carnal representation of your wonderful night but insecurities started to rise right at this moment, your mother will be mad, she will yell at you that in the pack were more suitable omegas for alpha Jungkook, the nasty glances and the possibility that some of the females in the pack may try to take what is yours, damn, the mere thought of it makes your eyes turn bright red provoked by the sudden rage coursing through your body. Immediately sensing the unpleasant feelings in you Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and drops of water running down his body, making your mouth water, so just like magic your body and inner wolf instruct you to crawl to the end of the bed and touch him, to offer yourself to him, second thoughts completely forgotten by now so you follow your instincts and touch and admire from his hard abdomen to caressing his broad shoulders and just show him that look in your eyes, the one he knows like the back of his hand consequence of all the hours spent admiring and getting to know your body.

“Little girl woke up hungry?”

A hand of his goes to your waist and the other caress your cheek and just like fire can light up the darkest place your senses explode inside of you and once again everything feels a hundred times more, all the textures around you, you can hear the sounds of children and women playing in the distance, even the steps of the smallest animal but his deep chuckle brings you to him again and you feel like melting. Even kneeling at the edge of the bed he is much taller than you, (like a shelter for the most difficult moments in life), warm and golden skin beneath your fingertips and the delicious beating of his heart calming all your nerves and insecurities.

You look right back at him with the same intensity, different shades of golden dancing in your eyes while his are different shades of deep purple, the connection between both of you more palpable than never, trying not to break the eye contact you turn your face to his nearest scent gland, which means is his wrist, basking yourself in his delicious aroma.

“I see what you are at puppy, but I’m afraid that I can only deal with you once before I leave”

His last words hit you hard making you feel like drowning and desperate from one moment to another.

“Are you leaving?, I thought that this days… Were for us”

He can see your teary eyes making him wish he had never said that, breaking his heart a little.

“Don’t be like that baby, I will make sure to end that meeting as soon as I can to come back to your arms but you will have to be a good girl and wait here”

You know he is in a hurry but you can not help but want submit to his wonderful hands and simply seduce him to have him eating out of the palm of your hand, have him only for yourself and memorize all his features.

“You promised it, you said you were going to make me a priority always, you lied to me”

You weren’t usually like this, but when he is around your common sense flies out of the window, so while you're throwing a tantrum and moving uncontrollably under his body he grows impatient and his alpha instincts kick in, putting with undeniably force both your wrists above your head and growls, the signal he’s giving you to submit, the air in the bedroom changing its way.

“Pretty girls know how to wait and to obey their alphas, I already told you I was sorry puppy and remember that I don’t fucking owe apologies to anyone, if I knew this wasn’t important I would have told them to fuck up, you should know your place baby, but good news for you, I’m feeling like even though you have been a little bit of a bad girl you deserve to remember me all over this pretty skin while I’m gone, isn’t that what my puppy wanted, huh?”

He manhandles you until you’re comfortably seated en his strong tights, holding his gaze you can see all the things he wants you to know, all that shit that cannot be said, all the things that are not expressed in a good way by putting them into words, so instead you will use your bond and body.

“Sit on my dick slow baby, make it hurt so you have something to remember, get yourself full of my pups”

And you do as you are told, you slip right where you belong to, starting to bounce yourself slow and hard but even though it feels like heaven you feel like you’re going to die because he doesn’t touch you, he is just watching.

“Touch me please or I’m going to hit you hard”

He laughs but you know he's holding back the urge to order you around.

“I love when my little girl turns all bossy”

You wiggle your hips not exactly knowing where to look but what makes you let out a loud moan of his name is the way he thrusts his incredible hips harder than you had planned, tip of his touching the spongy spot that makes you meet god in person.

“If I’m not gonna have you for a while at least show me that fierce side of you one more time baby, gods above, look at you, bouncing tits and pretty face with an even prettier voice filling my ears of pretty sounds, fuck puppy, turn around and see yourself on the mirror”

You tell him to wait a second because you want to remember him like this, beneath your body and that playful smirk but when you do turn a little your face to see the image that bites back at you is incredible, you even smile don’t exactly recognizing you but looking damn hot on top of your man. You can’t with the feelings so the first thing that comes to your mind is to grab a hold of some of his beautiful locks of hair and tug hard, enough for him to gain some more lustful rage and suddenly slam you in the mirror that both of you were looking a moment ago with such excitement, what brings you back to reality of the pleasure that does nothing but increase is the manly hand grabbing at your jaw, making it open slightly, enough for him to spit on it. And you fucking love it.

“That’s a good mate baby, swallow it all and show me”

All this time he hasn’t stopped that sinful hips of his so at this time it’s starting to hurt and you begin to loose all your grips but you now that he will catch you anyways.

All you are feeling is incredible, you fell full, satisfied. Your throat feels hoarse but it doesn’t matter as you held gazes once again, but it’s the whole moment, your own bubble. Watching his pretty eyes you realize that you have won in live, entirely.

“You don’t have a fucking idea of how bad I want to mount you everywhere until I know you are really pregnant, hell baby I love you so fucking much”

He is right in front of your face, both of your moths open but your not kissing, now he’s the one grabbing your hair into a fist but he can do whatever he wants with you right now and all you will say is thank you.

You’re both touching the finish lines and it’s then that you wonder if this is how it will always be, hot, sweaty and just incredible.

He kiss you right at the final, where both of you have reached the peak, smiling at each other like fools but entirely living the dream.

[...]

You know that Jungkook told you to not leave the room until he was back but you were really hungry and needing some fresh air, so knowing that maybe everyone was serving him in that meeting you dared to head for the nearest kitchen to just grab something and come back. You are happy when no one approach you on the way, focusing on the task to make you a quick drink and cut up some fruit.

You feel happy and complete, at ease with the environment despite missing your alpha a bit, but your clothes and body still smell like him so that’s something for now. That’s the same reason why you don’t hear the pretty and stealthy she-wolf approaching the kitchen, watching you closely.

“It stinks in here, you must have had a very good night young lady”

You jump a little because you are not supposed to see anybody in the sensitive state in which you now find yourself.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to be here”

You murmured your words shyly so low that if it were not for the incredible senses of the lycanthrope body, the girl would have miss it.

She chuckles lightly and by her smell you know that she is a rare breed of a female alpha, but right now every smell its simply too much, almost unpleasant.

“No worries baby, no one else is here but me”

She is a little intimidating to be honest and It’s evident that she knows clearly what to do to get what she wants.

“I should… Probably go”

You try to rush towards the exit in order to feel protected inside the four walls where everything smells like Jungkook but just as you are about to walk through the door the pretty girl grabs you a little hard enough to make you let out a whimper. And it’s that exact moment that lets you know that something is awfully wrong, that you should have never left the room.

“Where are you going?, let me talk to you for a moment, I never had the pleasure of knowing you formally”

You know that she can her your heart beating uncontrollably and smell the fear mixed with nerves.

“Don’t be scared pretty thing just wanted to chat with you”

There’s something strange in her, something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“This shouldn’t be happening, I’m sorry but I really should get back to-”

While interrupting you she is also forcing you to sit on the small benches that are situated in the kitchen only to bring you to a full state of discomfort and nervousness.

“Is Jungkook really into you honey?”

The sudden questions makes you blink twice and hold a breath, this seems like a pointless conversation, she didn’t even try to do some more small talk .

“Pardon…?”

“Oh my, was I too direct?”

You still don’t see the clarity of the conversation because to your eyes she looks like a lunatic, asking questions about of nowhere.

“Honey, it’s just… Have you never heard what is whispered around the pack, about him and the pretty girl of the Kim pack or even worse… The boy with the deadly beauty from the Park family”

You do have heard the rumors, they were too strong when you were younger and more naive.

“I’m afraid that… I can’t help you with anything, I should really go…”

She puts his body in front of yours so that both of her arms are locked on the wall behind you, blocking any way out.

“Damn, just listen to me for a fucking second, I thought that you knew what was best for you”

You sit still because her harsh words came out more like an alpha command and you just couldn’t fight your true nature.

“Good girl”

You would never imagined that such a mundane phrase would disgust you so much.

“I know you don’t like me wolfie but I have been very well aware of the second thoughts that run at full speed in your little head about the bond that you share with that man”

if you had one wish, you would ask to disappear from this awful situation, if only you had listened to your alpha…

“I don’t understand what you want from me, please just let me go, I’m not going to tell Jungkook”

The female alpha just laughs a little, like you have said to her the funniest thing ever.

“He and I are at the same rank honey and of course you will not tell him anything, I have something that might interest you.”

Your posture is defensive but when she says that she backs a little and you take the opportunity to relax only little bit, a new look of curiosity in your angelic and innocent features.

“I don’t want to upset you honey but look at yourself for a second and tell me if you see yourself as the perfect representation of a good mate for someone like him”

She can easily see the insecurity cross your features because if anything has been bothering you since you found out about the bond it is that.

“I have the perfect solution to all of your concerns baby, there’s someone far more suited to take your place. Look at your neck, he hasn’t even marked you, but really, don’t worry and don’t overthink it, he will be in good hands. I know someone who can make the arrangements, all safe and of course you will be having a far more suited alpha”

It’s really stupid, but you actually think about it, as if all the previous moments with him didn't matter. At the end of the day all you're looking for is his well-being and happiness, isn't it?

People are going to talk, that's for sure, but you could assure him better commentaries and a better future, even if it's not by your side, but what will happen with the few moments that both of you have shared?

“In case you were wondering… No, you will not remember, everything will be gone as soon as the bond is broken. Just think about it for a second, remember all your insecurities and the bad feelings while being his mate, that must be annoying, let yourself be happy, both of you”

You are deep in your thoughts so you miss the way her canines grow in size and that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“I… I’ll do it”

Call yourself a fool, but that tempting offer was enough for you to maybe, just maybe get yourself a better life, but above all a better life and opportunities for him… Or at least that was what your insecure brain thought.

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0097linersb · 3 years

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Pink Lemonade

CHAPTER 1

Pairings: Jaemin x Renjun x Haechan x Jeno x Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor (I guess), Slow burn af

Summary: The dreamies decide to spend some weeks at an Inn in the middle of the nature to relax and enjoy some outdoor adventures, far away from their crazy idol life. What they didn’t expect was the nice girl running said Inn.

Word count: 3k

You should read the intro first so this story makes sense <3

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A/N: Honestly guys this fic will probably be long and detaild af ‘cause I’m using it as a distraction from real life lol guess who just finished their engagement. If u would like it to be more straightforward and go right to the fun parts let me know, I’d really like some opinions! Also, it’s like 2 AM so I’ll proofread it tomorrow

As you woke up the next day, you were not shocked to find that the boys were not up yet. Last night you were surprised to come downstairs to an already fully cleaned kitchen and as much as it made you embarrassed, it also made you immensely grateful. You thanked them and told them to stop being so nice and doing your job for you, to which Mark only responded that seven guys could be really messy sometimes.

You had given them the folders that informed all the activities the Inn (well, you) offered and the ones they could book in the city a few minutes away, it made you smile at how excited they got reading the paper and planning their days. Haechan was already asking if they could go stargazing that same night but the rest of them groaned saying they were way too tired to move after the long trip (and you felt bad once again for having them clean the kitchen).

Everyone eventually agreed on a time for breakfast and you were just sure they wouldn’t wake up that early by the dark circles under their eyes and, turns out you were right. They did go to sleep pretty early the other night, showering after the meal you had and just going straight to bed.

You lazily stretched as you left your room with Koda and Kenai tracing after you, to find a very much awake Jaemin sitting on the living room’s couch holding a cup.

“Good morning, did you make coffee?” You yawned at the boy, scolding Koda so he would get off the couch.

“Good morning. Yeah, sorry for taking the liberty, I really needed to wake up,” He smiled at you, petting your disobedient dog with his free hand so he could get distracted from the way your shirt had ridden up. Damn morning horniness.

“It’s ok, smells good. Are the rest of the boys awake?”

“Nop, and probably won’t be for a while. I know we agreed on going to the lake at 8 but everyone’s dead, I can wake them up if-“

“No, it’s ok,” You laughed. “I imagined this would happen, not a fan of waking up early myself.”

“Oh, you can go back to sleep if you want, I can knock when everyone starts waking up.”

“Don’t worry. You just really made me want some coffee.”

“I left it downstairs, I can go get you a cup.”

“Jaemin, we’re playing opposites here, don’t make me feel useless,” You joked, already making your way to the stairs, missing how the man stared at your legs in your little pajama shorts. “Plus, I need to take the boys on a walk before they become too fidgety.”

“Can I come with?”

“Of course.”

Jaemin was quick to stand up and follow you downstairs, where you quickly poured yourself a cup of coffee and opened the door, the dogs running past you excitedly. You silently lead the way out of your property and into the unpaved road, warming your hands with the coffee mug – The days were hot but the nights and early mornings could be quite chilly, especially with all the trees surrounding you and blocking the sunshine from reaching you.

“Do they sleep with you?” Jaemin asked, pointing at the dogs who were sniffing around the bushes on the side of the road, like they didn’t do this same route every day.

“Sometimes, they often prefer to stay outside, lots of animals to chase when I’m not there to scream at them.”

“They don’t wear leashes?”

“No need to, there’s barely people here and they are really well-behaved. I trained them well, Koda just gets a little bold when we have new guests over,” You smiled, remembering not even 5 minutes ago said dog was trying to get on Jaemin’s lap on the couch. “Do you like tangerines?”

The boy looked at you confused but nodded.

“Wait a second,” You asked before leaving him, walking off the road and into the trees. After a minute or so, you were back, throwing one of the orange fruits at Jaemin. “I steal them from the neighbors sometimes.”

“Will we get in trouble?” He asked but was already peeling the tangerine with his hands.

“Nah, they are never here. These would just rot.”

“Seems only fair then.”

You walked for another few minutes in silence, eating happily as you appreciated the sound of your feet crushing the small rocks on the floor.

“Ok, tangerines do not go well with coffee,” You make a face after eating half of your fruit, only now stopping to pay attention to the actual taste in your mouth.

Jaemin laughs at you before putting his last slice into his mouth, “Cute.”

“There’s nothing cute about this flavor.”

“Didn’t bother me,” He shrugged, smiling down at you.

Damn that boy was too attractive for his own good. You meant, all of them were.

It was just unfair, really.

The two of you talked a bit more until you hit the end of the road and then made your way back, it was a light-hearted comfortable conversation and you liked the way it made you feel warm inside. You learnt that Jaemin likes to photograph stuff and you asked him to take lots of pictures during their stay so you could use them on the Inn’s social media, telling him you shared that hobby with him. You then started a discussion about digital vs. film photography, in which you two clearly didn’t agree on, but it kept you entertained for a long time.

“Listen, technology evolved to this point to make life comfortable and easier for a reason!” Jaemin whined as you two were entering your property once again. “Is there something worse than developing your pictures only to find out your film was ruined?”

“That’s the thrill of it!” You exasperated.

“I call that heartbreak.”

“It’s a raw form of art for the strong hearted,” You sigh dramatically, opening the door for the man.

After your half an hour walk, as you got back home, only Renjun was up, pouring himself some coffee and looking super sleepy.

“Good morning, slept well?” You asked as Jaemin made his way to sit down on the table after getting Renjun to pour him some more coffee.

“Yeah, this is the first time I dreamt in months,” He smiled at you but his eyes were still half closed. Like you, Renjun was still in his pajamas, light sweatpants and a wrinkled white t-shirt.

“Do you guys want to eat something before breakfast?” You asked, not knowing how long they would have to wait for the others.

“It’s ok,” Jaemin answered.

“If you change your mind just let me know,” You smiled, wondering on what to do now, since you had already prepared the food for today last night and didn’t have any other chores until everyone was up so you could make their beds.

You figured the boys would drink their coffees and go talk or lay down in the hammocks, maybe even try to nap a bit but you were proven wrong when Renjun pointed at the end of the table suddenly excited, “Are those cards?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we play?”

“Of course.”

The man was quick to pick up the little box and sit down across the table from Jaemin, who tapped the place next to him before you had the chance to leave. You happily took on the offer, content with finally spending some fun time with people your age. No, scratch that: Attractive men your age.

“Let’s play Rummy!” Renjun suggested, the sleepiness leaving his body at the simple thought.

“I have no idea how to play that,” You informed.

“It’s ok, I’ll teach you. Come closer,” Jaemin smiled at you and you obeyed, heart beating fast at your thighs suddenly touching. What were you? 12?

The game was way too complicated for your morning brain to understand so you basically just watched the boys play, giving your input here and there.

“Jaemin, here!” You excitedly pointed at one of the cards he was holding.

“Oh, I had missed that, smart girl,” He smiled at you, patting your thigh as a thank you or maybe a praise, making your heart almost leave your body through your mouth.

Freaking pet names dude.

After an hour or so playing, Jeno and Haechan appeared already fully clothed and awake. The second boy gave you and Jaemin a weird look, noticing how the boy’s right hand was just casually resting on your thigh. At some point it just happened and it felt comfortable (if you ignored your blood pumping through your body twice the normal speed, of course), it had been months since you had flirted with someone and you were enjoying the touch fully, thoughts of being professional nowhere to be found.

You greeted the boys and they sat down too, informing Mark and Chenle would be down in a second and Jisung would just skip breakfast to sleep. You decided then to get up and leave them to chat as you went into the pantry to organize the food you had prepared yesterday, into the baskets.

“Dude,” Haechan whispered to Jaemin.

Just by looking at the boy, Jaemin already knew what he wanted to comment on so he just, “Don’t.”

“Game on, bro.”

“What? This is not a game, we were just-“

“I said game on, bro.”

Jaemin sighed and gave up, knowing Haechan was just joking and being annoying as usual.

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After all the men (minus Jisung) were downstairs and ready to go, you guided them down to the lake, setting up one of those cliché plaid towels for everyone to sit on. As you and Mark organized the foods around, you smiled at the others running around the grass and taking pictures, impressed at the view. The lake really was pretty and your property had a privileged clearing to sit down and enjoy it.

“I would love to say they are normally not this energetic,” Mark smiled at you, placing the bowl with the grapes and strawberries down. “But I’d be lying.”

“It’s refreshing, I rarely deal with people my age around here. We didn’t add bingo to the activities’ folder for no reason.”

“There are no clubs or bars around here?”

“The biggest city around has barely 2.000 habitants so I’ll say no to that. Although this region is becoming really famous for the ecotourism these days, they opened a nice pub for the tourists like last month but there’s only ever people during the weekends.”

“Well, if you ever go to Seoul, let me take you out,” Mark offered before realizing what he had said and stiffening, cheeks going red like the watermelon juice in your hands. “I mean, like, to show you the places and-“

“That sounds fun,” You smiled at him, deciding to end his misery right from the start. He was cute. “Boys, the food is ready.”

Jeno excitedly dropped Haechan down (who he was holding for a picture) and ran over, leaving a very whiny boy on the floor. Jaemin took a picture of that and soon enough, everyone was sitting down on the picnic clot.

“Wow, it looks like we’re in a movie,” Renjun awed, looking around.

It really did, that’s why you liked bringing the guests to this spot on their first day. After everything was set, the scenery resembled a Renaissance painting and you loved it. It was a bit hotter than normally since it was a few hours later then the time the guests usually have breakfast, but the gentle breeze of the wind was enough to not make it unbearable.

The meal was fun, the boys made you feel so comfortable that it felt like you have known each other for a longer time than the actual truth. You all chatted, joked around and posed for pictures with the food. You had brought your analog camera just to tease Jaemin, asking him to take a picture with it for you.

“How do you want it?” The boy groaned, pretending to be annoyed.

“Here, I have an idea,” Haechan shared, excitedly, holding up one of the strawberries from the bowl in front of your face. “Bite it on the side.”

You accepted the advice confused, not understanding where he was trying to go with it but excited, you loved a good old-fashioned improvised picture. Jaemin pointed the camera at you and counted to three, and you smiled around the strawberry when on the count of one, Haechan bit on the other side of the strawberry and looked at you cross-eyed. After you saw the flash of the camera going off, you decided to take a big bite of the strawberry to play around with Haechan but apparently the boy had the same idea and your lips ended up touching, slightly. Since when has your life become a cliché teenage movie?

You quickly took the stem of the fruit from between your mouths, pulling away from the boy to tease him, “Damn. Didn’t even buy me dinner first.”

The others joined in on teasing Haechan but the man simply winked at you, “Would be my pleasure.”

You didn’t even have time to giggle before the other men pretended to puke and Renjun legit slapped Haechan.

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The boys decided to not do any activities that day because Jisung would simply not wake up and after a while waiting, Chenle decided to join him on the hibernation. It made you feel sad for them, that their days were so busy and tiring that at the first sight of some time off, they would sleep for hours and hours to make up for it.

The rest of you decided to play some volleyball in the parking lot (which was not the best idea considering it was noon). As expected by the almost 40 degrees climate, one by one, every single boy started taking off their shirts, body dripping and glistening with sweat and you just felt in heaven. This could just not be real, you even looked around for cameras, scenes like that just didn’t happen in real life. One hot shirtless guy was the acceptable quota for normality.

But also, you didn’t miss the way they looked at you in your little shorts and top (equal rights after all). It made you feel powerful even though you knew it was just their hormones talking, yours were screaming too after all. If it was already like that on their second day here, you couldn’t imagine how you would survive for the next few weeks, you just wanted to cry every time Jeno (who was on your team) approached you to celebrate when either of you scored, high-fiving you with his huge arms (you would die a happy woman if you were choked by them).

After the game was over, the boys decided to go swim on the lake to cool off and you figured it would be a good time to shower and organize their beds, which you quickly did before starting to make some lunch for everyone. The youngest ones of the group didn’t even wake up to eat so you decided to leave them some food in the microwave in case they got hungry in the afternoon.

Unfortunately the Wi-Fi was being annoying as usual and refused to work, so you couldn’t even google about the boys yet, the curiosity was almost killing you. Maybe it was better like that, right now you were just seeing them as 7 young men living their normal lives and you liked it, it kept you from being nervous at the fact they were probably some big stars that had the world at their feet – They all just seemed so chill sprawled around the living room floor playing the bingo you had joked about earlier, it was hard to believe they probably had hoards of screaming girls around them daily.

They thanked you for cleaning their rooms and told you that you didn’t have to, which technically you did, considering it was literally your job and the whole reason you were there.

You could be wrong, considering you have known them for barely 2 days, but you quickly noticed some little things about them: Like how Jaemin liked to touch you, even if it was just a light brush of his hand on your arm (in his defense, he was touchy with everyone, but when he touched you, it just lingered for a bit longer), or how Haechan liked to playfully flirt with you, that boy just had no shame and you admired him for that. You saw how Renjun often stared at you but when you looked at him, he looked away (which could mean either he was shy or he just didn’t like you very much), but at least he was more subtle about it, as opposite to Mark, who became a blushing mess every time you caught his eyes (and you just wanted to squeeze him). You realized Jeno was a manlier guy, you hadn’t gotten what his deal was yet but you loved the way his eyes disappeared when he smiled and that was enough for you.

It was funny, really, how everyone decided to ignore the tension in the air and go on with the day normally – You did only meet the day before after all.

After getting bored with bingo, the boys told you they planned on going water skiing tomorrow and you agreed happily, telling them you could have a little barbecue party in the camping next to the docks where your parents kept the Inn’s water sports gears, which got them even more excited.

“Can we go camping too?” Jeno asked, receiving a groan from Haechan. Classic city boy.

“Like at night?” You asked and Jeno nodded. “Yeah, actually the stars here are crazy pretty since there’s no light pollution.”

“See?” The boy told Haechan excitedly, who only sighed, accepting his fate.

Barbecue, bonfire, alcohol and a beautiful sky: You were a city girl too but you were also a sucker for a good camping night.

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cvtqr · 3 years

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alone, again

pairings; eren jaeger x f!reader

content warning; manipulative behavior/ gaslighting , toxic relationship, threatened pregnancy,

notes; based off this request. + tysm for 300 followers!

eren leaned over the granite countertop, hovering over the girl.

“i really like this hair color on you, looks so good”

he took his hand, running it through the silky soft hair.

and no. it wasn’t yours. and yes, eren was your boyfriend. you on the other hand? you were standing close but not too close. eren was aware of your presence, but probably wouldn’t notice immediately if you left.

“hey armin, introduce me to more of your friends wont you?”

you followed armin into the den of the living room. inside there were a bunch of familiar faces, them being yours and eren’s friends. one face did catch your eye though.

“you already know basically everyone here so just socialize!” armin went to take a seat on the couch next to annie.

you took a seat on the floor next to a boy with dark brown hair, almost black, with freckles covering his soft cheeks.

seconds after you sat down, he turned his attention to you.

“i’m marco, marco bodt. aren’t you eren’s girlfriend? i’m jeans best friend.”

“oh yeah! i’ve seen you with jean around campus. i’m y/n l/n”

you reached out to shake his hand and he gladly accepted.

his hands were so soft

you shook hands for a little longer than anticipated, a soft blush spreading across both your faces. you quickly let go though, when you felt the wrath of your boyfriend enter the den.

he was with the same girl from before, playfully holding her hand guiding her into the den. he took a seat on the ledge of the fireplace. it was now almost packed in the den, no where else for anyone to sit.

“you can sit on my lap if you’d like, since there’s no where else obviously.”

she nodded her head and took a seat on eren’s leg.

you felt the anger growing inside of you. you wanted to get up and show that girl that you were eren’s and that she wasn’t. but you were also scared of eren. you didn’t want to get yelled at for causing a scene.

marco leaned over and into your ear

“not to sound invasive, b-but shouldn’t that be you on his lap.” he said in a faint whisper.

right when he leaned back, you shifted towards his ear

“can we go someone else, like- like in the kitchen or outside maybe?”

he nodded his head and stoood up, reaching his hand down to you.

you took it and stood up, letting go once you were on your feet.

the both of you were barely outside of the door frame when you felt a large hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

“hey freckles! mind if i steal my girlfriend for a little while.”

“hm? yeah sure. it was nice meeting you y/n!”

eren started pulling you away and toward the near by stair case

“you too marco!”

eren had a tight grip on your wrist as he dragged you up the stairs and into an empty bedroom.

right when you stepped inside he slammed the door shut, pushing you up agaist it in the process

“just going off with random guys now?”

your breath hitched as you looked up and into his eyes, crossing your arms

“we were gonna go sit somewhere else because your presence was making the both of us uncomfortable. that’s on you, asshole.”

he shook his head while smiling and letting out a small chuckle

“yeah, marcos a nice guy i’ll give you that. but guess what? his friends are morons. if you went off with him you’d end up falling into one of there little traps.”

“eren- you can’t just assume the worst of everyone you’ve ever met befo-”

he grabbed your wrists and pinned them up agaist the door

“apologize.”

“for what-”

“i’m not going to say it again y/n. apologize.”

you looked down to the floor

“sorry.” it came out more of a mumble

“look me in the eyes and say it again.”

you wanted to punch him in the face. why the hell should you be apologizing. he’s the one that messed up.

you ended up doing what you always do. obeying him no matter how much you didn’t want to.

“i’m sorry ok!” this time, it was more of a scream

he let go of your wrists and pulled you into a hug.

“no need to raise your voice baby. you know it’s just because i want the best for you, right?”

you nodded your head yes as small tears formed in the corner of your eyes

he kissed the top of your head, which led to your lips, then your neck. sucking a dark hickey onto your jawline, he pushed you down onto the bed.

he pulled his shirt off his back before getting on top of you. right as he leaned down, he pulled your jeans and panties down to your ankles.

he placed his hand onto your cunt, slowly dragging his fingers across the slit, before pushing a finger in.

“you’re so wet already. i really hope you’re thinking of me and not that fucking idiot from before.”

you didn’t say anything and eren took it the wrong way.

he pulled his pants down, just enough to let his cock spring free

he took your hand into his, using it as an extension of his own. he used it to stroke his almost fully hard cock. once he was satisfied he let go of you and flipped you over onto your stomach.

“eren-!”

he used one hand to push your back down and the other to lift your hips and ass up into the air.

“imagine him if you want to. just know who’s actually fucking you baby.”

“no eren! it’s not like tha- ah, that”

he pushed himself into you fully, giving you no time to adjust before pulling out and pushing right back in

he sped up his thrusts, getting sloppier with each stroke.

“bet you’d hop on his dick the second you get the chance, hm?”

“n-no, no eren.”

you stretched out your arm, gripping onto the sheet beneath you.

“maybe you need a reminder of who you belong to. what if i fuck a baby into you? now that’d be a constant reminder to you. mmm just letting my cum go striaght up into you.”

“no eren! please please please please don’t!”

you felt his hand lift off your back and down onto your wrist, wrapping it around.

“then tell me who owns you.”

“you eren! ‘m all yours and no one elses i swear! pull out please, pull out!”

after a few more thrusts, he pulled out, cumming all over your ass and lower back.

you felt the weight of him off your body, and heard his pants being pulled back up.

yet another time he left your needs unattended

“i’m going back downstairs. let me know when you want to leave.”

and with that, he headed out the door, closing it behind you.

leaving you alone, again.

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lovelykiri · 3 years

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two times four

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You were teasing Bakugou ALL during school today- you didn't think anything would come of it, but boy were you wrong. He's been waiting all day to punish the hell out of you. The moment he gets back from his afterschool training, you're DONE for.

female reader

both UA third years

content warning

overstim, spanking, cursing, anger, daddy kink, thigh riding, fisting, breeding

full fic by spice🥧

Bakugou burst into your dorm, catching you off guard. You looked up from your homework, confused.

"Don't look at me like that! You know EXACTLY how you were acting today."

"Oh- that, I was just messing around. Don't get your panties in a bunch over it." you giggled, knowing this would piss him off further.

"Bedroom. Now." he said.

Shit.

You fucked up.

Bakugou picked you up, threw you over his shoulder, and carried you down to your bedroom. He then threw you down on the bed. He sat on top of you, straddling your waist and pinning your arms to the bed. He roughly kissed you, and then moved down to suck a hickey onto your neck, which drew a small moan from you.

He was marking what was his, after you paraded yourself around like a slut all day today.

"You like it when I mark you?"

"Y-Yes.. it feels so nice."

He reached around your back, finding the clasp of your bra, and undid it. He then took off his shirt and threw both of your shirts and your bra across the room.

He leaned down onto you and began to suck at one tit, his hand kneading the other. You moaned loudly and grabbed a fistful of his hair. After he had successfully marked one, he moved to the other.

"Oh- FUCK! DADDY!" you yelled.

"What did you call me?"

Your cheeks glowed a bright red, and you turned your head away from Bakugou's gaze, not meeting his eyes.

He got close to your ear and dropped his tone.

"Say it again for me."

"D-Daddy.."

"I didn't hear you." he said running his hand down your stomach, dangerously close to your jeans button.

You faced him, cheeks still red.

"Daddy!"

"That's more like it, princess."

Bakugou smiled and began to undo your jeans.

"Now, we get to your punishment."

"Punishment?

"Why yes, punishment." he said as he threw your jeans into the corner, his following them shortly after.

He ran a finger along the middle of your panties, causing you to moan in surprise.

"You're dripping for me and I haven't even taken your underwear off yet. Such a good girl for her daddy. But I haven't forgiven you for being a whore today. Ass up."

"Y-Yes sir." you said, flipping over.

"I'm gonna spank you for being so naughty. You have to count out loud though. If you don't count, we start over."

"O-Okay.." you closed your eyes as you felt one of Bakugou's calloused hands caress one of your ass cheeks, and relaxed a little, thinking he wouldn't go that hard.

Mistake.

Bakugou clapped down as hard as he could, drawing a scream from you.

Although it hurt, the pain mixed with pleasure. As the sting spread across your ass cheek, you heard a laugh.

"You didn't count, princess."

Shit- although... would being punished again really be so bad?

"Let's try again."

His hand came down with barely any warning.

"ONE!"

"TWO- NGH-"

"Louder, slut. Let the whole dorms know you're mine."

"THREE!!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!!"

"I think that's enough. Are you ready to be a good girl for me?"

"Y-Yes daddy.."

"Good."

You flipped over again, ass red and bruised.

Bakugou ran two fingers along your soaked panties again, and pushed them aside to run his fingers along your slit.

"Ngh- p-please daddy- I need you."

"So needy.." Bakugou pulled the soaked panties off of you, tossing it with the other articles of clothing.

His mouth moved down to meet your aching clit, and began to suck gently.

That stimulation alone had you seeing stars.

"Oh- Oh god.. DADDY!"

You felt Bakugou smile against you, continuing to suck your needy clit like it was his last meal.

He ran two fingers along your folds, before lightly circling your opening.

You tried to move your hips to get her to put them in, but found Bakugou's free arm holding down your waist.

Bakugou came up for a second.

"Princess, you're so needy. Little slut. You have to wait. Daddy knows what's good for you."

"Y-Yes sir.."

Bakugou chuckled and dipped his head back down, returning to your slightly swollen clit.

You threw your head back in a moan, and then felt two fingers slide inside your dripping cunt.

"F-FUCK! DADDY!"

Bakugou pumped his fingers for a few seconds, dipping in and out. The only sounds that could be heard was the wet noises of your pussy and your moans.

Bakugou brushed lightly against that one sweet spot that sent waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

You felt that familiar pressure begin to coil in your lower stomach.

"D-Daddy I'm gonna-"

You were interrupted by Bakugou pulling his fingers out.

"N-No- daddy, please, let me cum.. I pr-omise I'll be a good girl tomorrow, I'm sorry.." you mumbled, attempting to rub your legs together to relieve some of the aching desire to be touched.

Bakugou slapped your inner thighs and pulled them wide open with ease, making sure your cunt was up in the air for everyone to see.

"Make me cum and I'll let you cum."

"Y-Yes sir."

You moved positions, you were now on the floor with Bakugou sitting on the bed. He let his erect cock spring free of his boxers.

You tenderly took it into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip.

"F-fuck."

You smiled softly at the validation from your master- the one who had complete control over you right then. You sucked his cock deeper into your throat, continuing to swirl your tongue in ways that had his eyes glazed over from pure pleasure.

"P-Princess-"

You then began to suck harder and faster, having Bakugou seeing white. You began to use your hands around the base of his cock, causing him to moan in pleasure.

"Y-Y/n, m'gonna c-cum-"

Bakugou threw his head back, practically yelling as the orgasm crashed over him in waves, the pleasure being intensified with every second. Hot white cum shot down your throat, and you swallowed it as it leaked out, not wasting a drop of his seed.

You continued to suck him off and lightly jerk the base of his cock through the orgasm, which sent another one crashing through his body, more cum shooting down your throat.

You swallowed the last of it and looked up at him with complete need in your eyes.

After he caught his breath, he let you back up on the bed and sat in between your legs, holding them as far apart as they could go, making sure you couldn't relieve your need in any way. The cold air against your pussy made you shiver.

"You made me cum twice. That deserves a reward. But, I only told you to make me cum once. You see, daddy is very strict. So there will be a punishment for that. What's two times four?"

"E-Eight?"

"I'm going to make you cum eight times, princess. I don't care how bad it hurts- also, every time you touch me or cum without permission, I'm adding another."

"Y-Yes sir."

"Good." he said, cupping your dripping pussy.

He began to rub your aching clit again, harder with every shake of your legs. The stimulation of your clit alone was enough to make you cum- but you couldn't- not yet- not until Master says.

"Don't hold back your moans, dear. You're mine, be proud of it." he said, before dipping down to lap up your slick.

He popped up again.

"8 seconds. Count out loud. Then you can cum."

Then, he disappeared between your legs again, working his magic that had your legs shaking and your moans echoing through the dorms.

"One.."

"Two.."

"Three- ngh"

"Four."

"Five- oh fuck-"

"Six."

"Sev-"

But before you could get it out, that coil that had been building- the band that had been getting tighter and tighter for the hour you had been being edged- denied the right to cum, snapped as Bakugou hit that one damned spot that had your vision going spotty.

Bakugou was kind, and ate you out through the orgasm as your pussy fluttered hard around his tongue.

"Bad girl... then we're going nine times. And that didn't count."

"Y-Yes s-s-sir.." you said shakily, gripping the bedsheets so hard your knuckles were white.

"Come sit." Bakugou said, patting one of his thighs.

You obeyed and straddled his thigh, your slick cold and slimy against Bakugou's skin.

"You've made a mess, dear."

"I-I'm sorry daddy."

"It's quite alright, babydoll. Just means I'm doing well."

His hands ran down your body, eventually finding your hips and pushing your oversensitive pussy harder onto his thigh, which sent a shiver down your spine.

He began to move his thigh back and forth, pushing you down on it and forcing you to move the opposite way.

"Sh-shit daddy- I'm too sensitive- please-"

"Let me help you with this then. You can cum when you have to."

He moved his fingers down, feeling around for a second before finding your clit and rubbing on it some more.

"It hurts, daddy."

"Good. It should hurt."

"Ngh- I'm so close-"

That coil in you snapped again as Bakugou moved you roughly to his knee and forced you down on it.

"One down, eight more to go, babydoll."

"No- Please I'm so sensitive, sir."

"You wanted to cum right? You should be thanking me."

Before you could utter the words though, you felt something wrap around your throat, restricting your airflow as you were slammed back into the bed.

Bakugou began to roughly finger-fuck your sloppy cunt again, as you struggled for air.

"Cum for your daddy, princess."

He removed his hand from your throat. The stinging but relieving sensation of air entering your lungs again was enough to send you over the edge again, forcing out yet another powerful orgasm.

But Bakugou didn't stop. He slipped in a third finger, and began going faster.

"S-Sir! What are you doing?"

"What do you think princess? No cumming until my fist is inside of your tight little cunt."

"Y-Yes sir." you managed to get out as a fourth finger slipped in.

Before you could even get used to the fourth finger, a fifth was shoved inside, the pain being almost unbearable- but so amazing at the same time.

Bakugou's fist bottomed out inside you, hitting your walls and brushing over that sensitive spot (which was now aching and even more sensitive) far to quickly.

"It hurts!"

"I know- but you're so pretty like this. Squirming in pain, trying not to cum, just to please me. I can feel you holding back, you know."

It was true. The pain was making your vision go white- it was so good. You had been using all your strength to stop your oversensitive pussy from getting you punished.

"Cum, darling."

As soon as the words left his mouth, any resistance you had broke- your strength used. The most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced racked through you.

After squirting all over Bakugou's fist, you passed out for a minute.

"Six more- no sleeping yet."

"Y-Yes sir." you said foggily.

Bakugou smiled.

"I think you've earned my cock, don't you think?"

"D-Daddy no- please, I'm so sensitive and-"

While you were babbling, you didn't notice Bakugou lining up with your abused hole.

He snapped in, drawing a yell from you.

He began to thrust into you, giving you no time to get used to his length. He bottomed out, his thick cock brushing over your walls in a spectacular manner. Your legs wrapped around his back as you gripped the bedsheets as hard as you would muster.

"M'gonna breed this pretty little pussy- you'll be swollen with my children when I'm d-one with you." he stuttered out.

"I'm cumming inside. You don't have a choice."

Hot ropes of cum squirted against your cervix, making resisting your own release nearly impossible.

"Cum." he commanded

You came again, laying limp as it spread through your body, causing your legs to shake.

"Only a few more, love. From here, you have to yell what number we're on when you cum. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Get up." he commanded.

You obeyed, fearing punishment if you didn't comply.

"You've made a mess on me- clean me off while I finger fuck you as a punishment. You may only cum when I deem myself clean.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl."

You went into the bathroom and got a wet washcloth and brought it back. You began to wipe Bakugou off, starting with his chin.

You gasped as you felt two fingers enter your body, beginning to fuck you roughly.

You cleaned Bakugou up shakily, using whatever little strength you had left to stand and try not to cum, as he pistoled his fingers deep inside of you with a cocky smirk on his face.

You finished wiping down Bakugou's cock- the last part you had to clean. But something unexpected happened- Bakugou pulled his fingers out and held his hand out.

"What? I said clean my whole body. That includes my hands. Then you may cum. I assume you can do it without anyone touching you since you're obviously so close. Go on, wipe off your mess, slut."

You wiped Bakugou's hands off, and stood there, unsure of what to do.

"No hands allowed. No rubbing thighs allowed. Just think. That's all you're allowed to do. You can't sit down until I see that pretty little pussy shaking with pleasure for me. Oh, no breaking eye contact either."

"Y-Yes sir."

You stood as still as you could muster, looking at Bakugou's sadistic gaze. You thought about cumming- focused on it, trying to feel it in your brain.

Think of your pussy flapping wildly, squirting your juices everywhe-

And it happened.

You felt that band snap, your knees turned to jello, and your vision clouded. Slick ran down your legs, dripping down onto the floor.

"FOUR!" you called out, indicating how many orgasms you had left.

You tried to stand upright, but as soon as the orgasm finished, you collapsed onto Bakugou.

Bakugou picked you up and placed you back down on the bed.

He opened your legs again, letting you sit for a minute so you could gather in a puddle of your own wetness.

"No fingering this time. You can only have clit stimulation."

He began to rub lightly on your clit, pushing your legs back as wide as they could go any time you tried to bring them in even a little.

The need to cum was urgent- tears pricked at your eyes from trying your damn hardest not to cum.

You had never been so sloppily wet, feeling so empty, and it was quite embarrassing. The embarrassment had you dripping even more- ready to be sent over the edge at Bakugou's will.

"Cum for me, darling."

You had never obeyed orders so fast.

"THREE!

The orgasm rocked you, causing a sob to be let out. You attempted to close your legs, but Bakugou had other plans and continued to hold your legs as far apart as they could go.

He ran his fingers down your center, getting up as much of your arousal as he could, and shoved two fingers into your mouth.

"Suck." he commanded.

You sucked your sweet juices off of his finger, waiting for his next commands.

"Touch yourself. No breaking eye contact."

"Yes sir."

You began to swirl your clit, moaning his name while looking into his eyes. He was stroking his cock, watching you finger yourself. This excited you and you slipped your fingers into your pussy. The slipperiness startled you as your fingers went up with ease, instantly finding your g-spot.

"C-Cum." Bakugou managed, as he released onto your stomach.

You snapped again, cumming around your fingers.

"TWO!"

You pulled your fingers out, a string of your wetness still attached.

"So disgusting. Dirty slut. Now suck it off your hand."

You sucked off your slick again, never once breaking eye contact with your master.

"I'm gonna breed your little pussy again, I'm gonna make your stomach swell with my cum, and you're gonna like it."

"Yes sir."

He thrust into you, the squelching sounds of two soaked bodies slapping together being the only sounds filling the room, other than your moans.

He positioned himself right up against your womb, cumming directly into it without a warning.

The sudden heat made you gasp, and you looked at him BEGGING him for a release.

"Cum."

"ONE!"

He thrusted into you through your orgasm- and just when you caught your breath again, he went even faster than he had been before.

"Last one. Make it good."

"Y-Yes sir!" you said

He smirked.

"Look at the outline of my cock in your stomach. I'm so deep, princess. You're being such a good slut for daddy."

"Thank you sir!" you moaned out.

"Cum now, princess."

"Y-yes sir!"

"ZERO!"

You shook with a raging force, squirting everywhere once more.

You almost instantly fell back, closing your eyes as cum leaked from your abused pussy.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Did i hurt you? Are you okay?"

"M'fine.. just tired... sore.."

"You must be so tired, but you took me so well. Let's get you a warm bath- that might help with the soreness." he said tenderly.

You two were in the bath, gingerly washing each other off.

You two finished washing up and he carried you out to your room, brushing your hair and slipping you into a fresh pair of panties and some PJ'S.

He looked around the room, seeing what a mess it was and how gross the bed was.

Yeah- no way in hell you could sleep there tonight.

He brought you to his room and slipped you into the bed with him, then cuddled up with you.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Mmhmm?"

"You aren't allowed to cover those hickeys at school tomorrow."

"Figured." you sighed, cuddling into him more.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Bakugou."

#bakugou smut #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugou #.spice writes🥧

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p-antomime · 3 years

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I promise it will be no big deal

— minors don't interact.

— wc: 990

content + warnings: 18+, including: oral (mean of it, tbh), public sex (?), REALLY suggestive, terushima is almost a fuckboi here bye

pairings: tatto & piercing artist!terushima yuuji x fem!reader

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend who was not exactly your boyfriend, Terushima Yuuji. He wasn't exactly your boyfriend, because, amazingly, neither of you had made anything official. No Instagram stories together, no tweets about each other, you didn't even talk to each other in front of your respective groups of friends, and the reason for that was quite simple: he didn't fit your social circle and you didn't fit his either.

Terushima became a tattoo and piercing artist after leaving high school while you became a model who gradually earned your own space in the tough runway industry. Your lives simply didn't match together at all, and yet, since high school, the two of you exchanged glances as you passed each other in the hallway and even had a make-out session that almost ended in sex in the high school locker room, but the coach kicked you out of there and Yuuji's teammates called him out to dinner at a nearby restaurant.

In fact, you kept talking to each other and your heart kept beating fast every time you noticed a suggestive comment from him on some new photo of you on Instagram. And now, after High School, Y/N and he are even closer than before, even though they didn't make the relationship official. I wonder if he talked about you to his friends. Deep in your soul, you hoped so.

Either way, you wanted to surprise him somehow. In fact, Y/N wanted something for her that would make her remember that dumb blonde even when she was in other cities in Japan too busy in her modeling job. As she scrolled through Yuuji's Instagram feed, one particular photo of him at a party with his old volleyball teammates caught her eye for the simple reason that it was one of the few where the man was animatedly sporting his tongue piercing.

And then a mischievous little key seemed to turn in Y/N's mind and a smug smile opened on her lips. What would he think of her asking for a piercing? But not with just any professional, you wanted it to be him. Now it was 15:00, so you looked in one of your bags for the greeting card that Yuuji's secretary had given you a few months before, on one of the several times you went to see him for the two of you to go to dinner together or to walk in some nearby mall.

It took you less than half an hour to make an appointment for the next day with a request for a piercing in each nipple and another in the helix of your right ear. You asked the secretary who made the appointment to call you by a name that was not exactly yours, but that of a friend of yours who was also a model.

Inevitably, your anxiety didn't let you sleep properly at night because your mind was too busy trying to project and anticipate the face Terushima would make, how he would react having to touch your breasts in the non-sexual way he used to. As a consequence of that, you turned into a nervous wreck the next day and almost left the house forgetting to button your own pants and you also felt strangely uncomfortable taking the subway to go to Yuuji's studio, as if you were swearing to God that everyone was looking at you lewdly and knew about the kinky things about the tattoo artist that were going through your head at that moment.

— Y/N? — Terushima seemed surprised to see you enter his studio at that time in the middle of the afternoon because you usually came in after 5:00 PM and always let him know you were going there. — What? Did you miss me? — He picked up his notebook from the desk and looked at the client roster for the day. — I'm sorry to say that I have a client scheduled for... — You interrupted him.

— I know, I'm the one who made that appointment yesterday. — Yuuji seemed to choke on his own saliva and inevitably looked at her with confusion.

— Without your name...? — And now he seemed to disbelieve her words, although he masked this with a smirk.

— It was a surprise. — You felt strangely embarrassed because he was usually the person who organized surprises for you, and not the other way around.

— Follow me, princess. — Terushima gestured to the sterile interior of the studio, and after dropping the notebook on the same counter from which he had picked it up, he walked behind Y/N. — I never knew you wanted to get piercings.

— In fact, I haven't even consulted my manager about it, so I imagine he will want to punch me in the face when he finds out. — You sat in the adjustable chair placed in the middle of the room.

— Maybe living with me is making you more rebellious, I like that. — A mischievous smile played on his lips as he began to sanitize his hands and put on gloves. — Now lift up your blouse for me, princess. — You slowly obeyed him with your eyes fixed on his face just to catch his reactions. — No bra? It's almost as if you're asking me to fuck you at work, sweetheart.

— Does every girl that comes in here asking you to get her pierced turn you on like this?

— No, only one, actually. — Terushima raised her eyebrows suggestively in your direction and stepped in front of you, leaning your body far enough so that his face was almost touching the skin of yours breasts. — You look tense, should I give you an oral to relax you? — His hands grabbed your thighs to stop you from closing them in search of friction.

— Stop, you're in the middle of your workday.

— I promise it will only be one oral. - He smiled, sliding his lips down your abdomen. — Unless you wanted us to do more than that.

#terushima x reader #terushima yuuji #terushima smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #haikyū!!#haikyū smut #yūji terushima #terushima haikyuu #terushima hq #yuuji terushima #i4nanami

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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Happy new year!! Could i request mc running up to everyone to give them a surprise hug? I hope you have a wonderful day 😊

React to Surprise Hugs From MC!

Warnings: cuteness overload

Summary: How the Obey Me! characters would react to receiving a big surprise hug from MC

a/n: I LOVE SURPRISE HUGS SM THIS REQUEST MADE ME SO SOFT JDFHJKSLFLHDLK also omg this request came in a month ago I’m so sorry it took so long i really hope the quality makes up for lost time

- Lucifer isn’t exactly big on surprises since he is always so focused on business and follows strict schedules

- So when a body slams into his full force and wraps their arms around him he is shocked and stiff

- He scolds MC the first time it happens but on the inside he has zero thoughts. Like they all disappeared the second MC embraced him

- He begins to acknowledge their scent approaching him at quick rates and braces himself for the impact so he doesn’t drop any paperwork or get knocked over

- Every time they hug him he is stiff for the first few moments before he melts into the embrace with a content sigh and a slight upward tug at the corner of his lips (why didn’t i just write smile? idk i don't wanna talk about it)

- will occasionally give them a surprise hug as well

- when MC came running up from behind him and slammed into his back, wrapping their arms around his torso he was stunned for a moment, stuttering out gibberish and blushing

- “o-OI WHADDYA THINK YER DOIN’ HUMAN?!”

- his face is bright red and he acts like he doesn’t like it

- But the second MC tries pulling away so he’ll stop complaining he will turn around his wrap his arms around them tightly, resting his chin on their head to avoid eye contact

- “the g-GREAT Mammon never said he wouldn’t indulge ya, so... stay a little longer, yea?” he quietly spoke in a fragile voice

- He was so focused on his game that he had absolutely no clue MC was even in the room with him

- He was sitting on the floor holding his controller, but it was quickly knocked out of his hand by the force of MC slamming into him

- “M-MC?!” he stuttered out face bright red and his hands trembling with nerves and excitement

- MC tightened their grip around the purple haired navy general’s torso and hummed, nuzzling their face into his shoulder

- He won’t admit it but he doesn’t want them to stop, even if the embarrassment of having the human all over him kills him

- After he gets a bit more comfortable with MC

- He was browsing the RAD library, and MC spotted his back open for attack, so MC being MC they ran and tackled him from behind in a big hug, arms thrown over his shoulders, and the tips of their toes barely touching the ground

- At first he was annoyed, thinking some random succubi had chosen to throw themselves at him

- But the second he realizes it’s MC a soft smile comes to his face and he pushes them off gently to spin them around and hug them from the front

- “What is this all about, Kitten?” he asks, holding MC tightly to his chest

- When they respond telling him they just felt like giving him a surprise hug he blushes and hides his face in their hair, leaving a small kiss on their head before turning back to the books on the shelves

- Notices MC starts to give him a lot of surprise hugs when he is angry and it becomes one of the only ways he can calm down

- Asmodeus definitely gave a lot of surprise hugs beforehand, so it wasn’t anything new for them to embrace

- But for MC to come sprinting at him and leaping into his arms the second he turns to see who was running down the hallway makes his heart burst

- He is just so happy

- He will refuse to let go of them after and simply picks them up, wrapping their legs around his waist and carries them around with him while he does whatever he was doing

- Either that OR he will pinch their cheeks between his slender fingers in a teasing manner, smirking while cracking jokes about how they couldn’t help throwing themselves at the beautiful Asmodeus

- very soft and enjoys the embrace no matter how long or short it is, he just loves MC

- He was at the stove, cooking a midnight meal for himself when he suddenly felt a smaller body throw their arms over his shoulders and crashing into his tones back

- He turned his head slightly to the side and saw MC dangling off of him with their arms around his shoulders and their feet not even touching the floor at this point

- He blushes and smiles and asks them what’s up, trying to make friendly conversation

- Will also help their legs up so they can just chill out on his back like a koala while he eats

- He also will give them surprise hugs, but he is also very careful when doing so because he knows how big and strong he is and how easily he could hurt the poor human :(

- He was half asleep, dragging his tired body across the house to go eat dinner with his brothers and MC, when a body suddenly threw itself at him, knocking both of them to the floor

- He groaned and was a bit annoyed by MC’s behavior, but when he saw their little smile while they giggled at the situation, he simply rolled over and pulls them closer

- Insisted they just sleep then and there because MC was so warm and soft, he never wanted to let them go

- Beel literally had to pry his arms off of MC so they wouldn’t starve to death by missing dinner

- If MC is ever standing in front of a soft surface they better be ready to be tackled down by him from now on

- MC came sprinting to his office after classes were over and they threw themselves at him as he sat in his chair.

- Both MC, Diavolo, and the chair nearly broke but Diavolo was happy that MC was being so affectionate

- He will laugh at the mess they made from their surprise attack and insists they surprise him like this everyday after classes (even though it wouldn’t really be a surprise anymore)

- So from then on he always keeps a close ear for the final school bell to ring , and when it does he stands up , ready to catch the human in a tight hug

- Sometimes if he’s super focused he forgets to get up and MC and him break the chair, which poor Barbatos now has a closet full of identical chairs just for these occasions

- You can’t catch this man by surprise. you just. can’t.

- He will always turn to catch MC before they actually come in contact with him

- His instincts and sense of balance are so good that one time MC tested him by throwing themselves at him while he was serving tea to Diavolo, and the butler managed to not even move the tray of hot drinks when catching the human

- Find’s MC’s goofy smile that they give him afterwards very adorable and it is one of the only times you will ever see him blushing

- He is so soft for “surprise” hugs and occasionally he will pretend to be surprised, just to humor them

I’m sorry I had a crack idea so I had to write it so it isn’t as fluffy as the others

- All he heard was someone sprinting at him and he lowkey panicked so he put up a magic barrier between him in the footsteps

- He turned just in time to watch his fellow exchange student crash into said barrier and fall to the floor with a pained whimper

- he is stunned for half a second before taking down the barrier and sprinting to MC’s side

- He feels really guilty but is also a little sh*t about it

- MC: “WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU STUPID WIZARD?!”

- Solomon: “I FELT THREATENED, OKAY?!”

- Is pleasantly surprised when the human suddenly throws themselves in his arms

- Hugs them back tightly with a big smile and red cheeks

- He feels glad that MC feels safe and comfortable with him enough to do this to him

- He loves hugs so much i hc he is the best hugger in the entire game i don’t take criticism

- He will even swing them around a bit/do a little twirl when catching them for fun

- baby is embarrassed

- MC is huggign him like he is a puppy and he hates it at first

- but then he is like “oh,,, this is,,, n i c e”

- a v happy and good angel baby boy

- he hugged back after a few moments

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twiceasfrustrating · 3 years

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Can I req about MC going to a heavy metal concert with Barb and Satan please

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: fluff, human realm, mentions of drug use, GN!MC

Summary: Satan and Barb are a little too used to going to heavy metal concerts...

A/N: So, I am not actually into heavy metal, but I know some things about the culture and terms. I tried my best. Sorry if it is clear that I have no idea what I am doing.

Word Count: 873

The most proper way to enjoy a heavy metal concert was covered in sweat, pressed way too tightly against other people, screaming at the top of your lungs, and slowly going deaf from everyone else doing the same. You understood that. Satan understood that. Neither of you stood out among the crowd any more than another random person. Barbatos though? He stood out like the sorest thumb. Whereas you and Satan came dressed appropriately and ready, Barbatos was as prim and proper as ever. Also, he, somehow, managed to get everyone around to give him a wide breadth of room so that no one was touching him or even in his bubble of space. You were actually concerned by the strange sight and how the people around him seemed to be staring without making a move toward him. Barbatos seemed to enjoy the space though, so… that was good?

At least, you thought it was until he brought out the tea and you had to wonder where he had been carrying that… and how in the world he had kept it hot this entire time. All he was missing was some fine china and the snacks to go with it and he would have a proper teatime taking place.

“Barbatos,” you shout over the pit of people around you, “what are you doing?”

He doesn’t look at you as he pours a cup of tea into a paper cup and passes it to you, “Lemon tea with honey so you don’t have a sore throat tomorrow.” It was strange that you could hear him so clearly when he hadn’t raised his voice at all.

The exact words you want to tell him seem to get caught in your throat as you turn to Satan for help, only to find him to be more occupied with not losing his temper with the person who clearly just bumped into him while moshing. Or, maybe he’s enjoying it? You honestly can’t tell at this point.

Whatever it is, you grab the shoulder of his shirt and pull on it to get his attention. It’s kind of unfair how good he looks in it. Broad shoulders with tight hips and let it hang over him loosely, decorated with an ironic red devil that you chose because you thought it was funny at the time. (and it still kind of was).

He spun around to face you, looking inquisitively when you pointed over to Barbatos who was holding out the cup still. Satan only shrugged before taking the cup and sipping at it just enough that all the jostling didn’t splash the contents on him. Not that it would burn his skin or anything, but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with getting covered in tea, “Thanks, Barbatos.” Unlike the butler, Satan actually had to raise his voice just like you.

“Of course, Satan.” The butler smiled happily, taking another cup out of seemingly nowhere and beginning to pour another one for you.

“Yooooooo!” A different voice called from behind you all. You turned to look at whoever just spoke and the men followed your gaze to a man who looked like he went through a heavy burnout phase and parts of it were sticking around. He also smelled like he’d just had a hit of a blunt, but you couldn’t see one on him, “Did you just call yourselves Barbatos and Satan?” Part of your brain panicked because he seemed to recognize their names and you couldn’t think of an excuse for why you would be using those very demonic names. Neither Barbatos or Satan seemed to be bothered by it though, “Are those, like, nicknames or something?”

Satan looked toward Barbatos, then let a devious smirk come across his face, “Godgiven.”

You swore you heard Barbatos chortle at that one.

“That’s so awesome.” He practically fanboyed over their names alone, but didn’t seem to think more of it than an oddity.

Barbatos insisted you take the tea, practically pushing it into your hands before flashing the man a corna and giving him a polite smile, “Rock on.”

The man flashed back his own set of horns, “Rock on, Man!” Then he fell back into the mosh but stayed closeby.

You could only stare at the two of them, wondering how they were so casual about the entire thing.

Satan shrugged, “You know what they say, right? Hail Satan.” He pointed to his shirt as if to remind you that his name was passed around like water in some circles, even if they got his face wrong.

“You adapt to such things with enough time.” Barbatos clarified, finally pouring himself a cup of tea and taking a sip, “Now, please do take care of yourself. I would hate to explain your inability to speak tomorrow if you use your voice too much without proper care.”

You rolled your eyes at him, taking a sip of the tea just to appease him, then handing it back so you could join Satan again in the pit. Maybe if you were lucky you could get him to lift you onto his shoulders so you could see the stage better. If not, well, you supposed there was always next time.

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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years

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I Don’t Belong Here — L Lawliet/GN! Reader

Summary: What kind of a story begins with the main character dying? Well, this one. L Lawliet has lived out his days on earth and finds himself in the afterlife. The Good Place, he is told by a neighborhood architect named (Name). One who shows him around his own neighborhood and introduces him to new people. But something doesn’t add up, L notices. Does he really belong in the Good Place?

(I'd advise having knowledge on the TV show "The Good Place" if you wish to understand the majority of this clusterfuck. Although, if you wish to proceed regardless, go right ahead!)

Chapter One: L Lawliet, You Are Dead.

Weclome! Everything Is Fine.

Everything is fine? Is that so?

The last thing L remembers is the ceiling. Just…the ceiling. The fans twirling on the ceiling of the headquarter building and the cross hatching of the tiles. It was peaceful. Was he sleeping? If he had been sleeping, then how did he end up here?

Now, instead of the ceiling, he stares at a wall. Big, green letters stare back at him. “Welcome! Everything Is Fine,” they say. Something inside L is prickling, like something he is forgetting struggling to find its way to his brain. He wants to ponder it, but something about the words splayed out on the wall in front of him is telling him that he doesn’t have to. Everything is fine, after all.

He only manages to tear his eyes away from the bold, sans serif font when the sound of a doorknob turning catches his attention. Huh. Has there always been a door there? If so he hadn’t noticed it, which L thinks is completely absurd as he usually takes mental notes of everything in a room before getting himself seated. But there it is, a door he missed while transfixed on the somehow calming message on the wall, now opening to reveal...a person.

You stand in the doorway, simply smiling.

Now that L’s attention has been drawn away from the mystifying message he can properly analyze his surroundings, and his new visitor. He’s in a rather simple room, nothing but a few plants dotting the perimeter and a couch in the middle, which he is currently sitting on. And he’s sitting normally. Hm. That feels…itchy. L inches a foot onto the couch in his discomfort of sitting with his bottom planted firmly on the cushions with both feet on the ground. Though he hesitates to bring both feet up and hug his knees to his chin as he normally would, because he senses that your sudden presence means he is about to be standing and following you into that mysterious room behind you. Like a doctor calling a patient into an appointment. Except in this case L has no idea what you are, and judging by your suit and comical, colorful bowtie, you are certainly not a doctor.

“L?” you ask, showing your teeth in a kind smile. “Come on in.”

And against his better judgement, he does. L was never the person to simply keep quiet and obey orders in a situation he does not understand. And there certainly is not a whole lot of understanding happening in his brain right now. He should be asking questions. He should be refusing you. He doesn’t know you, you could be leading him to his doom. All this is possible but something about the way you smile at him…like those big, green words, all he reads from you is “Everything Is Fine.”

The room that you lead him into doesn’t look all that much like a death trap, but you can never be sure. It’s a simple office, plants similar to the ones in the waiting room sit in pots in the corners and on the windowsill. The sun shines outside, seeping through the glass and illuminating the desk on the left as you walk in. On it are a few little trinkets, paperweights, and, right in the middle, a manila file folder.

You circle around the desk and settle yourself into the rollaway chair, gesturing to the sleek armchair across from you. “Why don’t you have a seat, hm?”

What is wrong with him right now? You ask him to do something and he just…does? What happened to his spine, other than it bending exponentially thanks to the way he sits?

No matter, there are more important things to think about right now. Like the fact that he might finally be getting some answers.

You open the file in front of you and skim whatever’s written, opening your mouth to say something when your eyes meet his. And then they drift down to his legs. You stare at him curiously with your mouth still agape for a few moments at how his knees are pulled up to his chin, eventually shaking your head and getting back on track.

“My name is (Name), and of course I already know yours.” you say, folding your hands in front of you. “So, how are you, L?”

How should L even answer that?

“I’m…confused, mostly. How are you?”

Your eyes light up, as if you haven’t been asked that in a while. “Oh, well I’m fine. Y’know, busy, but fine! And, yes, I’d assume you’d be confused, everyone in your situation usually is.”

“My situation? What exactly do you mean by that?” Now that L has finally asked one question he can’t seem to stop the ball from rolling “Speaking of you, who are you exactly? Actually, never mind who, but where—“

You hold up a hand. “All of your questions will be answered, I promise. There’s just one thing that you need to know before we tackle any of that.”

“And what is that?”

Your eyebrows lift slightly, elbows digging into the surface of your desk as you lean forward. You look like you’re about to tell him that he’s fired. That his dog died. That some kid took the last of the strawberry shortcake and he’s going to have to settle for carrot cake. What comes out of your mouth is much worse.

“L Lawliet, you are dead.”

…

He’s…?

Yes. Yes, he is. That’s why he doesn’t remember how he got here.

He’s dead. Huh.

L is perfectly content in not saying anything about this new little factoid, but you’re looking at him expectantly, and a little cautiously. Like you either expect him to punch you or burst into tears. L wonders if that fear is based on experience. How many other people have to told this to?

“…Am I, now? That’s a shame.”

You breathe out a sigh, which could be from relief. “Yes, it is. But, not to worry! Because you’ve ended up in the Good Place, L. You’re going to be okay.”

“So it’s called the Good Place?” L brings his thumb to his lips. “A rather simple thing to call it.”

You nod. “Pretty self-explanatory, right? We didn’t want anyone to get confused. There are just so many names for it on earth. Heaven, Valhalla, Nirvana…But it all translates to one place. Here. And you get to be a part of it.”

“That sounds…” Before he can articulate his thoughts, a dilemma from earlier brings itself to the forefront of L’s mind. “Wrong.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My memories are all wrong. Before this, all I can remember is the ceiling and nothing else. If I were to have died, surely I would remember it, yes?”

You take a gulp of air and pull the manila file closer to you. “We take it upon ourselves to erase the memories of death if they are particularly traumatizing or embarrassing. Helps the residents adapt into a peaceful afterlife better, I’m sure you understand.”

“Yes, that is perfectly sensible. Although I may ask, what is an example of a death that is not at all traumatizing?”

“Pfft, there hardly is one. You’d be surprised how many memories we have to erase.”

“On the contrary, I am hardly surprised. I’m sure there are plenty of people who cannot accept the nature of their death, let alone the fact that they have died in the first place.”

You sigh, “You’re tellin’ me. Most people come around once I tell them that they’re basically in paradise, but some won’t even listen to me once I break the news. One person tried to convince me I was the dead one! It’s just—oh, um, but that’s hardly the point.”

“Do you ever tell someone how they died if they ask?”

Your expression hardens. “I do, but I like to know that they’re certain before I tell them.”

“I am.”

Exhaling through your nose, you prop the manila folder up like a book, scanning the files inside. “Alright then. Let’s see here…ah, okay. So, unfortunately this one’s pretty traumatizing, it’s not really one of those embarrassing deaths that some people get a kick out of, so brace yourself.” You look over the top of the folder as if checking to see if he’s braced himself. His expression and stance is unwavering, large eyes merely staring back at you patiently. “You were betrayed by your colleague Yagami Light – also known as your adversary Kira – and killed by the Shinigami Rem at his request.”

Oh yeah. That.

The ceiling was not clear in view, no, there was something obstructing L’s view of it. A face, staring down at him as his heart gave out right on the floor. Brown eyes filled with such cocky maliciousness, the upward tilt of lips L only knew to spout lies. It all equated to a side of Yagami Light that L knew existed but had never seen up until his final moments. It all added up to one final conclusion -- Yagami Light was Kira all along. L had been right. But the price of knowing that for certain is that, now, there’s nothing he can do about it.

“I’m..I’m sorry. I never know what to do when I have to tell people…” you try, reaching across the table and planting a hand down in front of him. Not asking to hold his hand, not even expecting a reaction. Just showing that you’re there, and that you’re trying.

“It’s up to them now. I’ve done all that I could. I trust my successors.”

“In catching the murderer Kira, right?” you ask, to which L confirms with a polite utterance of ‘yes’. Obviously you know the answer. “I understand that is one of the many, many cases you’ve worked on during your lifetime.” you scan your eyes quickly down what appears to be a long list in your folder. Do you have every detail of his life in those files? Every case he ever took? Hell, every day in his life? You set the file down flat in front of you and look at him with something L determines is admiration. “You’ve done so much good in your lifetime, L. You’ve worked so hard over the entirety of your life to make sure you left the world a little better than you found it. Now…well, now you can rest.”

You can relax, you tell him. And it seems to simple coming out of your mouth yet somehow it still feels out of reach.

“I can…” Is all L manages to say, his preoccupation coming across as dreamy and wistful. His mind is busy running a mile a minute and his mouth just can’t keep up. L decides to test the words out on his own tongue to see if they still sound foreign, “I can rest now.”

Yeah, no, it still sounds like bullshit.

“Yes! Well, after the tour, of course.”

“Tour?”

You start to stand, straightening your colorful bowtie and circling around your desk to the door which you pull open. You don’t exit right away, though. You stand next to the exit, waiting for L to follow you. While he works on untangling himself from his current position you clarify, “A tour of the neighborhood! Where you’ll spend your afterlife.”

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