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not-krys · 3 months

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85. Spiral (Simeon & Miri)

Happy New Year! I'm gonna try and keep going with my resolution from last year and continue with my 100 Themes Challenge. Only one OC was sparking ideas with this theme, but that's okay! It's progress!

Raw, unedited writing below. Takes place around the beginning of Season 3 of OG Obey Me. Forewarning that there is going to be some talk of suicidal ideation.

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The little bell above the door jingled a small tune, catching Simeon's attention.

"Ah, sorry, we're-"

He then sees Miri's pink curly hair bouncing behind her as she closes the door.

"Well, there's a familiar face." He smiles as he wipes his hands on a small towel. "Welcome to the shop, Miri."

"Ah, thank you. I was worried when I saw the closed sign."

"Just taking a break to clean up after the lunch rush. And I sent Luke on an errand, so we'll be back open again in no time."

"That's good."

"Do you want anything? It's on the house."

"N-No, I'm okay."

"If you're sure? There's some apricot cake that's just about ready to serve for the rush hour crowd though, and I think you'll really like it."

He could see the conflict on her face, weighing in the options and he grinned. The Miriam he knew would never say no to sweets.

"Well… maybe just a small piece… please?"

Simeon laughed gently.

"Personally, I would have given you the entire cake if you'd ask me."

"I couldn't eat an entire cake by myself!"

"We do have to-go boxes, Miri."

"No, no, just a small piece! That's enough for me."

"Very well, then."

Simeon slipped into the back of the little cafe, the smell of baked cake and apricots filled the kitchen and drifted into the main eating area. Just as promised, he cut a small piece of the still warm cake, plating it smartly with some sides of other small fruit pieces. The tea he had started preparing was also finishing up, so he poured his guest a fresh cup, the floral scent tickling his nose.

When he returned to the dining area, he saw Miri staring at her left hand, twisting the ring on her finger.

"One small slice of apricot cake, just as requested." He said after a pause.

Miri's eyes lit up briefly, taking in the sight of the delicate sponge.

"Thank you, Simeon. It looks so good!"

"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it looks!" Simeon laughed as he sat across from her, setting down her cake and tea cup.

"It is good! Sweet but not too sugary sweet. "

"I'm glad you like it!"

The two sat in silence as Miri enjoyed her little treat. Simeon smiled warmly, happily seeing her enjoying herself. It wasn't that long ago he had to pull her away from Lucifer, both having the Night Dagger between them. His heart still races thinking back to that moment, two people that were precious to him were so bent on destroying themselves for the greater good, both in a spiraling depression. It didn't sit well with him any more than it did back then.

When Miri finished her cake, Simeon looked at the ring on her finger again. Though magic had shrunk it down to fit her, it still was quite the statement, large and ornate, and in an older style not quite known in the human world.

"How have you been doing, Miri?" Simeon asked. "Since you've come back to the Human Realm?"

"Good," she replied, "I'm surprised Diavolo allowed for Lucifer and the others to have a vacation here."

"I'm sure they begged him relentlessly for it." Simeon laughed, imagining the look on the Devil Prince's face when he was sure six begging puppy eyes and an exasperated seventh set asking to see their beloved human again.

"I think… they might've still be worried about me… after what happened after exams."

"You did give all of us the scare of our immortal lives."

He still remembers the way Luke cried when he thought his best human friend was dead, the way Miri was passed out for days after receiving the Ring of Light, the ring gracing her hand now.

"I was scared too. Really… really scared."

Simeon placed his hand on top of hers.

"It was a scary time. If you want to talk about it, I'm more than happy to listen."

"You were there, though."

"I wasn't in your head, so I couldn't know what you were thinking then."

She paused, looking down at her hand again.

"My head hurt… so did my heart. Everything was hurting…"

She took a breath.

"Holding the Night Dagger… Lucifer looking at me like that… I just… I couldn't do it."

Simeon nodded, tightening his hand on hers.

"Then, I had a thought… If it was me causing all of this… that if it was me that was going to destroy all the worlds…. then maybe I should be the one…. who should… who should…"

"Take your time, Miri. I'm right here."

"I knew I wasn't going to kill Lucifer… I couldn't… but… maybe… if it was me that… that disappeared… then… then things could go back to normal again."

Miri bit her lip, closing her eyes.

"I was ready to help the Devildom in any way I could… Everyone… Lucifer and everyone… Diavolo… And you and Luke too… if I could save all of you… then…"

She shuddered.

"But…" her lip quivered, "I am glad that… that you stopped me, Simeon."

His thumb rubbed the back of her hand.

"Lucifer wanted to stop me too, but… he would have stabbed himself if I'd let go of that … that stupid knife! He… he wanted my pain to stop, that's all it was… he wanted to stop my pain, even if it meant sacrificing himself…"

"Lucifer cares a lot about you."

"I-I know he does. We care a lot about each other. But… e-even using the Stay command… I- I couldn't stop him, not completely. I couldn't concentrate and… he's so much stronger me… I was so scared then, Simeon."

"Why were you scared?"

"I… Is it bad to say… that I was more scared of losing him than of all the realms getting destroyed?"

Simeon shook his head.

"Not at all. You love Lucifer. You care for each other, like I said. It wouldn't have been selfish for you to think that, especially in a moment like that."

"I hated myself then… that I was thinking more of not wanting to kill Lucifer rather than the greater good of the three realms. It was selfish of me."

"Not especially," said Simeon.

"Still, if you hadn't had come when you did…" Miri wiped at her eyes with her other hand.

"I'm glad that I could have helped both of you. I don't regret saving both of you."

"Again… thank you, Simeon. For helping us."

"I'd do it a hundred times if it was asked of me."

"And I'll thank you as many times as you do save us."

Simeon smiled, reaching out to brush aside her remaining tears.

"You're both special to me, Miri. If I can find a way to help you, I will."

"And, I'd do the same for you too!"

"Just be sure to not get into any more world-shattering trouble. Once was enough for all of us, I think."

Miri giggled softly.

"I'll try not to. I'm still getting used to having magic at all, so I don't know what that's going to entail for the future."

"Well, you have plenty of support behind you on your life's journey. We're here for you if you need us, all you have to do is reach out your hand and ask."

"Thank you, again, Simeon."

"My pleasure."

Miri smiled again, putting her hand on top of Simeon's.

"And, if you need it, I want you to reach out to me too. I've still got a lot to learn, but I hope that I can be someone you can rely on too."

"You already are." he said gently, "Even if you don't know it, you do help me in ways that both warm my heart and set my mind at ease."

Miri nodded and pulled her hands back, taking the delicate tea cup in her palms.

"It's cooled a little bit."

"I can make some more if you want."

"No, that's okay. You'll need to get back to work soon, right?"

"As soon as Luke gets back, so I've got plenty of time."

"What kind of errand did you send him on?"

"Supply order. We some more things for the cafe and I think he wanted the excuse to go outside."

"It is a beautiful day outside."

"Do you have any plans with the brothers this afternoon?"

"…No, not really."

"You can stay here, if you want to. I'm sure Luke would like to see you too."

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #obey me #obey me oc #simeon (obey me)#miriam (obey me oc)#cw: suicidal ideation

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prince-liest · 2 months

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Hey, just wondering if you like other medias (series/books/comics) featuring demons and/or angels!

For example: Good Omens, Devilman Crybaby, The Sandman (comics and Netflix adaptation), Saint Young Men, Lucifer (Vertigo comics), Lucifer TV (presented as an adaptation of the Lucifer comics but it couldn't be more different from them), Supernatural, Dominion, Kuroshitsuji (manga, not the anime), Blue Exorcist (same), Memnoch the Devil, Constantine, Mr B Gone?

Good Omens: LOVED the book, greatly enjoyed the TV show but dropped off watching it a bit because it's hard for me to keep my attention on shows sometimes nowadays!

Devilman Crybaby: I have a friend that always recommends me exclusively absolutely deranged media and so I binged the entire show in one sitting with her on my mom's couch a few years ago. Was not sober. No regrets about that choice. What the fuck.

Lucifer (TV): I love Lucifer the TV show and am fully caught up on it at all times even if it's not always a 10/10. Forget Hazbin Hotel, this is the TV show that has guaranteed that if I ever get a cat of my own, she's going to be named Lucy-short-for-Lucifer. I almost wrote a fic for this once, but it was for post-devil-reveal and the new season came out before I could find the motivation to finish it. Also, big shoutout to this show for actually including the daddy issues inherent to any character named Lucifer. I've watched the first season at least 3 times.

Supernatural: Hahaha. ;)

Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji: What does it tell you about me that Alois Trancy has been my favorite character from the moment he gouged out that maid's eyeball?

As for the rest, I haven't seen/read them! I'm sure there are others (I love Castlevania, depending on how you define 'devils'), but I don't remember off the top of my head! Oh, and I'm sure that The Good Place counts.

I'm not even remotely religious, but I greatly enjoy exploring angels and demons in media from the perspective of the flaws inherent in certain views on morality, as well as just individuals who aren't human but struggle with humanity (both their own and that of others). I think Hazbin Hotel is doing both!

#ask #personal #Anonymous

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weasleywinchester · 2 years

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Save Yourself - Ch. 16

Tell Your Secrets to the night

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

(we get a little Claire, Alex and Jack this chapter!)

My brain and I are very excited to write in the current timeline of Seasons 12 but MY CHUCK I could not figure out what the flow of these next few chapters would be. (It does not help that I am not in the mood to break my heart, but it's also not time for that yet). So sorry it's been so long, I've been dealing with another BFF of mine moving out of state, a few of my loved ones passing and trying to get a promotion at work. And very little sleep. But now we are almost past that mound of stress and we can get back to Us and Dean <3 Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Fighting

Series Summary:

“I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it and him behind, forget. But you can’t.

Chapter Summary: Between the British Men of Letters, hunt for the devil's spawn and a whole lot of secrets, you and Dean need to hit the breaks and talk. But you and Dean are stuck in the cycle of trust- something goes wrong- hide feelings- confess feelings- back to trust. But maybe it's time that Dean accepts that the Family Business needs the whole family. (timeline for this chapter middle/end of season 12. Also quite a bit of time passes between each scene because I didn't want it to feel like all our problems were quickly resolved)

A few months later.

“Ya, I took a look at the latest edit and I’ll send my revision… now.” You say into your phone. Both Mary and Sam had pleaded that you tag along on the hunt, despite your need to take care of your ‘normal’ job. You had told them both no way would Dean let you anywhere near monsters, or the Men of Letters, after your latest stunt anyways. Turns out, he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

You got to follow them for a little bit, but with the deadline for your latest contribution to the Supernatural: The Book Series looming in the not so distant future, you ended up staying in the motel for the last three days. Which Dean was very happy with. Every time he came back to the motel you were doing what he’s watching you do now: flit from the bed, to the little dining table and back to the bed as you talked on the phone.

But now the hunt is over, the team has no new leads on Lucifer’s kid and he would very much like your attention.

“You wanted this.” Sam mumbles across the table, looking up at you as you point to a stack of paper on the table, which he hands you. Dean shoots him a glare and takes a deep swig of his coffee.

“You don’t get to choose when she’s busy and when she’s not.” Sam remarks, giving his brother a disappointed stare.

“This is the first time in weeks we've been in the same place, at the same time, with no need to run off.” Dean grumbles into his coffee. You’ve been on too many planes in the last month, which gives Dean heart palpitations just thinking about it.

“Now you know how she feels when we’re in the middle of a big case.” Sam gives him a pointed look as you get up from the bed.

“(Y/N)?” Dean tugs your shirt as you walk by. You stop and take one of your earbuds out. “Ready to head out?” He asks softly.

“Let me finish this meeting.” You whisper, putting your hand to his cheek. He sits up waiting for a kiss but you walk back to your laptop. He watches you for a minute; you’re frowning, your eyes tired from looking at a screen for too long. Just regular stress, better than hunting stress… I think.

“Dean.” Sam warns. He knows that look in Dean’s eyes, it’s the look that appears when he’s about to pick a fight about something stupid instead of talking about what’s really bothering him.

“Let’s pack up.” Dean chugs the last of his coffee and grabs both his and your bags.

“Ya, ya i got it. Nope, I will get that to you soon.” You sigh, hanging up the phone.

“You ready?” Dean asks as Sam and Mary make their way out to the car.

“Yep.” You answer sharply, grabbing your purse and stomping off to the car.

You zoom by Sam, who turns to give Dean a puzzled look. He knows you both have been stressed as hell but you two haven’t stopped moving long enough to talk about anything with each other. He glances at Mary, who gives him a concerned smile.

Dean catches up to you in a few large strides as you put your hand on the rear passenger door. He quickly opens the front passenger door and waits for you to slide in. You give him a mumbled thanks and buckle up. He takes his time walking to the other side, not sure when you both started dreading sitting next to each other on a long car ride.

“Do you think they’re both mad or just one of them?” Sam whispers to Mary.

“They just need to breath for minute, talk things over.” She sighs, giving Sam’s arm a squeeze before sliding in behind Dean.

You flick the radio on as Dean pulls out onto the highway, keeping it just loud enough to hear above the engine but not loud enough to drown the deafening silence that fills the car.

“You wanna talk about something?” Dean hesitantly asks, eyes flicking to you.

“Nope.” You pop your mouth. “Did you want to talk about–”

“No.” He immediately replies. He winces when you jump; he didn’t mean to say it so fast, and like that.

“How’s the baby search going?” You ask no one in particular.

“It’s not.” Sam quips from the back seat.

“So what was the hunt you guys came from?” You frown, turning around to look at him.

“Werewolf. With Claire. And then bonus demon that mom found out here.” Dean begrudgingly answers. It nearly ripped him in half to almost lose Claire, he couldn’t imagine if something like that happened to you.

“I told her not to go without me.” You sigh, a little louder than you meant to.

“Excuse me?” Dean bellows, stomping on the breaks; the three of you jerking against the seat belts.

“Fuck.” Sam sighs, earning a glare from you and Dean. Dean gestures for you to start explaining.

“I told her not to hunt without supervision.” You answer, praying that he’ll leave it at that.

“Not the part I was talking about.”

Shit.

“You’ve been hunting without any of us?” Dean gestures to the three of them; he tries to keep his voice level, but this is just…

“You told me to watch her. She was going to hunt no matter what; she wouldn’t tell Jody or Alex or you two. I figured if she at least had to go with me that she would keep her distance when I couldn’t go.”

Dean is trying his best not to yell, it’s never gotten him anywhere with you. And despite it being a Winchester worthy plan, it was too dangerous.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his voice calm; which makes you furious because he’s trying to get answers out of you.

“I tried.” You snap. “But between the hellhound, the memory spell-”

“Who told you about that?” Dean demands. He’s gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. You were never supposed to know about that.

You can see Sam and Mary shift in their seats, and you feel embarrassed. Sorry guys.

“Rowena.” You finally answer.

“And she just kindly offered you this information? For free?”

“She called while I was on a case with Claire and... told me.” You look down at your hands, your wedding ring catching the light.

Dean deflates, closing his eyes in defeat. “You could have died, or worse.” He shakes his head.

“Can we talk about this at home?” You finally look over at him, flicking your eyes to the back seat. He looks at you for a minute longer; you’re something fierce but he can see it’s taking all your might to keep the tears in your eyes from spilling out. He glances both ways before throwing baby back into drive and speeding toward home.

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Coming back from a hunt is one thing, but this was different. This was a two way street of hiding things from each other and it was not good. But you can’t possibly tell one person everything right? And who has time for that? You should. You should have time to be there for Dean and for him to be there for you.

A swift knock at the window pulls you out of your downward spiral; you look to see Dean giving you a small frown. He puts his hand on the door handle and waits for you to nod that it’s ok for you to open it.

“Guess we still have the same thinking spot.” He comments, gesturing for you to scoot over.

“Baby’s a good listener.” You meekly smile. You can smell his soap; it was something you picked up in a little boutique not far from the bunker; it surprised you how much he liked it, especially when you used it too.

“We can take a drive…” he suggests, wishing you would look at him. You just nod, leaning against his shoulder. He fires up the engine and guides the impala out into the night. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, hoping that just driving will help you both clear the air. He eventually turns off the main road, driving along the forest lined street until he comes to the lookout point. Tonight the view is crystal clear, the stars twinkling despite the brightness of the moon.

“We seem to always end up here.” You whisper to the trees. You hear Dean take a deep breath in and shift in his seat.

“Here at the lookout or at this point in our marriage?”

“Both.” You answer. He doesn’t comment, both of you sitting in the quietness of the night.

“What were you thinking about earlier? When I knocked?” He glances at you, still unsure if you’re mad or sad.

“Straddling two lives is exhausting.” You answer. Soon you wouldn’t have to worry about two lives anymore; you had completed your current book deal with the Flying Wiccan Press and trained a new person to take your place for the Supernatural Empire, as Becky called it. She understood where you were needed, happy that you would remain her business partner, just a little more silent then before.

“What life would you pick?” The Family Business, he silently answers for you.

“Whatever one has you in it.” You answer simply. Your gaze meets his, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. “I would never make you walk away from hunting. You are built for this life, you were made to flourish in it. I knew what I said yes to those years ago; just thought-“ you take a big breath in to keep the tears away, “I thought when you asked me to marry you that I would walk beside you. Instead I stand behind the police tape that surrounds your world.”

Dean mulls over your words. It’s not that he wanted to keep you out, just to keep things away from you, away from every human.

“When we got married…" he begins, "I wanted so badly for us to fit in the cookie cutter suburban life. Married, little house with a picket fence, everyone asking when we were going to have kids, Sam crashing on our couch when he came to visit.” He chuckles. “Scared the shit out of me when I realized we belong in the Family Business.”

“Then why-“

“I can’t– I can’t bring you back. Not with Billie as Death. And if I lose you…” Dean balls his fists against the steering wheel, trying to keep it together.

“Dean. If we lived ‘normal’ lives, that fear doesn’t go away. You’ll always feel that, like you’ll always fear losing Sammy.” You scoot closer to him, taking his balled fists and prying them open so you can put your hands in his. “I love you. But in the name of Chuck please just live your life. We are the same; we have that older sibling guilt, we are the ones ‘carrying’ the family. We sacrifice everything for them. But we are allowed to exist outside of that.”

“What if that’s all I am?” His brows knit together.

“Then that's all I am too, but I have proof that it’s not.” The tears that have been waiting at the ready finally free fall down your face; Dean quickly wipes them away. “Rowena said that the spell you were hit with makes you forget everything. But when she zapped me to you, you remembered that you loved me.”

Deans mind races, he swore that was a hallucination, his mind trying to give him a little peace before death. He touches his forehead to yours, wishing he could just telecommunicate everything going through his mind.

“I want to tell you everything.” He whispers.

“And I want to tell you everything.” You hiccup.

“You and Me, family business.” He sighs.

“Little at a time is all I ask.”

“Okay sweetheart.”

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A couple weeks later

“Ya, We’ll take the case. Alright, thanks Toby.” Sam hangs up the phone, turning to Dean. “New case in Louisiana. Sounds like a demon.”

“Done. I need to hit something.” Dean slams his empty beer down. “Hit the road in a bit?” He says over his shoulder as he picks up the collection of empty bottles from last night. When Sam doesn’t answer he turns and shoots him a ‘dude!’ glare.

“Take (Y/N).” Sam nods in to where you’re sitting.

“What?”

“Take (Y/N). You two haven’t done a solo case in a while.” He shrugs. After the whole Cas killing Billie and then disappearing you and Dean have been working together, just not together.

“Last one was simple and you were gone for four days.” he adds under his breath.

“Alright smartass.” Dean puts his hands up in surrender, quickly giving Sam two middle fingers as he walks toward you. He knows Sam’s right, you’ve worked your ass off the last few weeks to find Cas and the kid; unfortunately none of you had turned up anything.

He saunters over to the easel Cas had given you when you first moved in; it currently holds a painting that looks like two hands holding onto each other. He wraps his arms around your waist, tucking his face into your neck. Your hand gently slides into his hair, scratching it just the way he likes.

“The girls say hi.” You giggle. He looks up to see your phone is propped next to the painting; Georg, Tammy and Tabitha giving a wave. He flashes a smile and a wink while taking one earbud out.

“Hunting trip in Louisiana, leave in a bit?” He asks, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“Sounds good.” You nod, pulling him in for a full kiss.

“Wowza. You two need to be alone?” Georg teases; you even hear a distant gross from Sam. Dean gives you one more kiss before making his way to the bedroom to pack.

“Hey check my gun? Been a while since I’ve used it.” You yell after him. He gives you a thumbs up as he disappears down the hall.

“A romantic weekend getaway? Didn’t think that would include hunting.” Tammy comments.

“He likes to hunt, and I like playing with guns. It's a win win and the drive will be nice.” You remark.

“Not a family hunting trip?” Tabitha pipes up. She’s the only one who knows you two hunt monsters, not deer, and that Dean was never fond of you hunting.

“I have no idea…” you turn to Sam who’s at the war table. “Sammy! You going?”

“Ugh, no. Just you two love birds.” He smiles.

“Just the two of us.” You sing to the girls.

“You can make it if you try!” Tammy and Georg sing in unison. You giggle, shaking your head at them.

“Ok. Well I gotta pack, apparently.”

“Hey. Keep talking things out with him. No good ever comes from holding things in.” Georg warns, the other two nodding in agreement.

“Yes ma’am. Love you guys.” You air hug the space in front of you.

“Love you!” The three shout as they hang up. You quickly tidy your work space and walk over to Sam.

“Your idea or his?” You ask as you throw your arms around his neck. Dean’s had you on desk duty the last few weeks, which is better than no hunting activities, but not what you were hoping for.

“Pretty sure he invited just you.”

“Hasn’t stopped you from coming before.”

“There always has to be a Stark in Winterfell, right?” Sam laughs, patting your hand as you unwrap your arms from him. “Have some fun. You two need to relax.”

“Winchesters don’t relax!” You yell as you make your way to the bedroom.

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“Probably shouldn’t have eaten the whole chili burger.” You groan as you and Dean step out of the car.

“Worth it.” Dean sighs happily.

“You’re not the one who has to wear the skirt.” You grumble, sliding your jacket on, strapping your gun and your badge to your waistband.

"You heard anything from Cas lately?" You ask, he's starting to worry you.

"No. He'll turn up soon." Dean says, handing you a few demon bullets.

"If he doesn't get his feathery ass home-"

"We'll hunt him together." Dean smiles. You flash him a smile too and walk toward the house.

“Can I help you with anything?” A sheriff asks. He’s leaning against his cruiser, the deputy glued to his side. You glance at the house; it’s nothing special, a little single family home way out in the boonies of New Orleans.

“Agents Blake and Blake. Friend of ours pointed us in this direction.” Dean answers, both of you flashing your badges.

“Must be throw the lower agents a bone day.” The sheriff remarks, his deputy snickering.

“Said it sounded like our thing. And that you were… spooked.” You smile. Both of their handlebar mustaches drooping.

“Finally, someone who’s not afraid of the monster under the bed.” A woman loudly announces from the front door of the house. She snaps her gloves as she peels them off, quickly walking up to the four of you.

“Helps when you know how to kill everything.” You smile. She laughs and sticks her hand out to you.

“I’m Jesse Grant, local corner. This is Sheriff Henning and Deputy Thompson.” She gestures to each of the men.

“Is it a drag carrying the ol’ ball and chain around?” Deputy Thompson asks Dean, electing a smile from his boss.

Wouldn’t try to be a smartass if I were you. Dean smiles to himself.

“You would have to ask your wife that.” You deadpan, staring him dead in the face, wishing he would poke further. His smile waivers at your look, his eyes glancing between you and Dean. After a moment of silence you turn to Jesse, gesturing for her to lead the way.

“You’re literally my favorite person right now.” Jesse giggles.

“Should see her when she’s at the top of her game...” Dean chuckles, squeezing your hand.

“So you two are…”

“Married.” You and Dean answer in unison.

“Didn’t realize the FBI let couples work so closely together.” She comments, moving the caution tape and leading you into the living room.

“I’m normally in the office, he’s the one who does the leg work.” You slowly answer, looking around at all the blood.

“Not much on field work?” She asks, slowly looking between the two of you.

“Love the field. But they say jump, and you say how high.” You shrug. Jesse hums, giving you a look, not convinced by your answer. Lovely that strangers can see right though both of you.

She walks you through the crime scene, giving you every detail she knows about the victim, possible suspects and what could be the possible cause of death.

“Thanks for the run down-” You feel your phone buzz and glance at the caller, “Uh, excuse me for a moment.”

Dean and Jesse watch you as you walk toward the impala.

“Can I offer you some advice?” Jesse asks. Dean gives her a small frown but motions for her to continue. “She likes the field. She’s probably working the office job so you won’t worry-” she holds a hand up as Dean tries to protest. “But she’s scary good, and I’ve only seen her analyze the scene. So maybe take a step back, let her do her thing.”

Dean slowly nods. Maybe it is time that he stops holding you at arms length... or maybe he's holding you too close. He glances over at you, You no longer look like you've been through hell. You look... happy.

“Sorry about that, work call.” You announce as you walk back over to the pair. Dean has an apologetic look on his face, but you're not sure what he has to be sorry about right now.

“I’ll give you a call if anything new is uncovered.” Jesse nods, glancing at Dean before taking her leave.

“You ok?” You ask, slotting your hand into his.

“Ya. Let’s find the motel.” He squeezes your hand and leads you back to the car

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“Sorry sweetheart, but if I hadn’t seen you shoot him right between the eyes, with my own eyes, I would have never believed it.” Dean chuckles as he puts his gun away.

“If you weren’t there to witness I don’t think I would have even believed it!” You give him a kiss on the cheek as you hand him your stuff to put away.

“Where to?” He asks. He’s not ready to resume the devil baby search; this case has felt like the cases he and Sam took back in the day, simple, to the point and a well deserved drink when the monster is dead.

“I saw a sign a while back that said something about a scenic view.” You wrap your arms around his waist, happy when he wraps his around you. This hunt was what you two needed; alone time but working side by side.

Dean walks you to the passenger side, opening the door for you to slide in. He fires up the engine and follows the signs until you’re both staring out over the beautiful bayou.

“This hunting trip has been really nice.” You hum happily, scooting closer to Dean. He hums in agreement, his arm moving from the back of the seat to around your shoulders. The radio is playing softly a gentle breeze keeping the bugs at bay.

You look up at Dean, admiring his strong jaw, the way his eyes wrinkle in the corners when he squints, the feeling of his fingers tracing patterns along your shoulder. He’s kept his face clean shaven this trip and you know it’s just for you.

He's wearing far to much clothing.

You sit up a little, placing a kiss on his jaw. You can feel his smile as your lips move a little further down, planting another kiss. He swallows hard, shifting a little so you have more access to his neck. You gently suck each spot that you know makes him putty in your hands.

“Always know how to-” His words stutter as your hand slowly rubs his thigh. “Make me feel good.” he breathes out the last part.

You mmhmm against his neck as your hands swiftly undo his jeans.

“Naughty.” He chuckles as your hand slips under the waistband of his boxers. You gently run your fingers up and down his length, smiling when you feel him harden.

“I want to taste you, k?” You whisper into his ear.

“Yes please.” He begs, bringing your mouth to his for a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Your mind goes fuzzy as his tongue dances with yours and you almost forget what you were doing. You pull your mouth away from his, sliding down his body until you're kneeling on the floor.

You peer up at him, waiting to make sure he’s ready. He gently runs his hand along your jaw, thumb gently playing with your bottom lip.

“Ready?” You ask innocently.

“Y-yes” he clears his throat.

You lean forward, putting just the tip into your mouth and sucking it like a lollipop. Dean lets out a grunt, his head resting on the back of the seat. You take him further into your mouth, little by little until he hits the back of your throat.

“Baby, feels so good.” he pants. He’s using all his effort to let you stay in control and do your magic.

You bob your mouth along his shaft, humming in delight as the taste of him hits your tongue. One hand stimulates what doesn’t fit in your mouth and the other gently caresses his thigh through his jeans. You can feel him gently place a hand on the back of your head and you start to move faster. A string fucks and yes sweetheart’s push past his beautiful plump lips, and you look up to see his eyes are screwed shut. You throw in a deep hum every once in a while, making him buck his hips.

“Wanna– make you cum.” He gasps, moving his hand to your shoulder and gently pushing you off.

“Not about me.” You whisper, reattaching your mouth to his cock.

“Then let me cum inside you.” He gently pulls away, and pulls you off the floor. He reaches for your shorts, unbuttoning them and swiftly pulling everything off.

“Should move yours down too.” You whisper. He tilts his hips just enough to move his pants to sit around his knees.

“Come ‘ere beautiful.” He grabs your hips so you straddle him, quickly running two fingers through your folds. “Getting off while you suck me off?” He grins.

You roll your eyes and smash your lips into his. He lines himself up and pushes into you.

“Fuck.” you mumble against his mouth, your mind going fuzzy again.

“You bring something for us to play with?” Dean grins when he feels a sudden vibration.

“Think that’s a phone.” You giggle. You reach for your shorts, quickly checking your phone. “Not mine.” You tell him, moving your mouth to his neck.

Dean leans forward for his phone, flipping it over to see who it is.

Think I found your friend.

He frowns at the message, not sure who they’re talking about. He puts it on the seat next to him and turns his attention back to you.

You’re humming happily as you suck a path along his neck when his phone rings again. He groans and looks at it, seeing it’s the same number.

“Sorry sweetheart.” he whispers. “This is Dean.”

You stop the kissing, instead rolling your hips against him. Much more silent for the person on the other line but you can feel Dean’s fingers digging into your thigh as he tries to hold it together.

“What?” He shouts, sitting up straight. You startle and almost hit the steering wheel, but he wraps an arm around you before you do. You give him a questioning look, not much will stop Dean from sex.

He whispers ‘Cas’ and your frown deepens. Is he talking to Cas? Or maybe someone's seen him?

“Thanks man, we’re not too far from there. Will do.” He nods and hangs up.

“Cas?” You ask.

“You remember Danny Holden?”

“Hunter we ran into on that last vamp hunt. You were peeved that he kept flirting with me.” You tease. Dean flexes his jaw at the memory before continuing.

“Well, he says hello, and I quote, to the prettiest Winchester.” Dean rolls his eyes.

“Sam’s not here.” You frown, which earns you a pity laugh.

“Says he saw Cas in New Orleans. Tried to say hi, follow him, but he disappeared into an abandoned house.”

“Back to New Orleans then.” You agree.

“But we could… you know.” Dean gestures to where you and him are connected.

“Don’t worry sugar, I won’t leave you blue.” You smile, pushing your lips back to his.

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“This is it?” You ask Dean as the two of you walk up to the house. Well, it’s more like a mansion; classic French Quarter style exterior, old wrought iron gate and the plants are so overgrown you can hardly see the ground.

“That’s the address he gave us.” Dean shakes the front gate, the lock mockingly jingling against it.

“Over here.” You point at where a piece of the gate has been cut away. You hop into the yard, Dean right behind you. You both scour the yard for any warding and traps but come up empty handed.

“Means we have to go inside, doesn’t it.” You look up at the house, it looming over the two of you.

“Stay close.” Dean holds his hand out for you and you slap yours into it. You both slowly make your ways through the house, and once again coming up with nothing.

“I’m going to take one more lap. Wait on the porch.” He tells you, giving you a kiss before disappearing into the depths of the house.

You wander outside, the street is quiet, which seems a bit odd with all the ‘watch out for children playing’ signs that are posted on each corner. And then you see it, that long tan trench coat that hangs over the slumped shoulders of “Cas!”

He doesn’t seem to hear you so you run after him. Luckily he was just moseying along the street so you caught up to him.

“Castiel.” You grab his hand so he spins toward you. He has his usual look of confusion as you swallow him in a hug.

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“I didn't see anything inside...” Dean announces as he comes out of the house. He stops when you're not waiting front and center.

“(Y/N)!” Dean yells from the porch. His eyes furiously scan the yard for any sign of you. Don't panic... it's fine. She's fine.

“(Y/N!)” he yells again, listening for something, anything.

He hops through the fence, popping open the trunk from the impala and grabbing every kind of bullet. He cocks his gun and slams the trunk closed.

“Hey, the woman you were with,” A homeless man shouts from across the street, “Her and another fella took off toward the back.” He nods to the house Dean just came out of.

“Did he take her? Was she trying to get away?” Dean asks, his voice cracking.

“Hell if I know.” The guy shrugs.

“Go to hell!” Dean barks, running to the back of the house. The yard is filled with so many trees that Dean has to wiggle and push his way through most of them. He finally comes upon a little shed with a light in the window and slowly makes his way to it, trying to keep his heart steady.

“Who are you?” Your voice is shaky, but Dean sighs at the fact that you’re fine enough to talk.

“Well I was minding my own business. But one of your hunter friends was lookin for this guy.”

Sounds like Cas…

“So I thought I would take his form. But loud mouth told you and your boy toy. So now, I’ll just have to kill you.”

“Fuck you!” You yell. Dean hears the monster grunt, you must have kicked him. Dean carefully leans around the doorway. You’re tied to an old office chair, but it doesn’t look like you’re hurt. Dean’s eyes snap to what appears to be the back of Cas, but he can feel something is off.

“Maybe you would. If I looked like him.” The monster slouches down, shedding it’s skin to reveal Dean’s face. “Come on baby, just think about all those things you did to me just this morning.” He purrs in your ear. Holding your legs firmly to the chair you're tied to.

“Get off.” you growl.

“Oh come now, I could tell you all his secrets. Think about it, every single piece of Dean Winchesters soul right there for the taking…”

“You’re a fucking cunt, you know that?” You angrily laugh. He puts his foot in between your legs and shoves your chair into the wall.

“Times up jackass.” Dean yells, shooting the shapeshifter in the head. He quickly steps over the shifter and starts to untie you.

“You ok baby?” He asks, looking you over as he cuts the zip ties off your wrists.

“Can’t believe I fell for that.” You point your chin at the dead guy. “ should have known-“

“(Y/N), you couldn’t have known.” Dean sighs, helping you stand up. “It was a shapeshifter, even the best hunters can’t see through their trick.” He helps you walk around the body, guiding you through the trees and back to the car.

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A Few Weeks later

“(Y/N)? Are you listening to anything I’ve said?” Claire demands, putting her mouth as close to her phone as possible.

“Possible werewolf, a few hours from you, you’re pretty sure you can do it alone.” You grumble, your attention mostly on your own work. You two video chat every few weeks, she gets hunting tips and you get to make sure she’s keeping up with school.

“Do you not think I can do it?” She asks, her voice sounding small.

“I know you can, but don’t you have a history exam on Tuesday?” You look over at your phone, her eyes instantly looking anywhere but at you. “Don’t you have an exam Tuesday?”

“Ugh! School is such bullshit! I don’t need any of that!” She huffs, rolling out of camera view.

“It’s not…” you start, getting interrupted by a text.

Almost back.

“So how’s the old man?” She sighs. You smile to yourself, after losing Mary and Castiel, and now that you’re hunting full time she throws in a Everyone isn’t fucked right? whenever she calls.

“He’s doin just fine, well as fine as we can be. As is Sam. I’ll tell them you said hello.”

“Please don’t.” She groans. You huff a laugh and she feels a bit happier knowing she can bring a little laugh to your day. You both sit in silence for a little bit, just enjoying not being completely alone.

“Get out.” Claire hisses. You can hear someone talking but Claire’s phone has face planted on her desk. You can hear her squabble and then the phone is picked up and you see Alex running down the hall, an angry Claire behind her.

“Hi Alex.” You smile. She slams her door closed and you hear Claire run straight into it.

“Are you ok?” Alex asks through the door, her face showing a bit of concern. A string of curses comes from the other side of the door and she takes it as a yes.

“You know you could just call from your phone?”

“Not as fun as taking Claire's. Gotta get payback somehow.” She shrugs.

“How’s school?”

“How’s the baby?” She fires back. You inhale so fast you choke.

“Wow, didn’t know it was a bad thing…” Alex comments just as her bedroom door swings open and Claire jumps on top of her.

“Where did you guys hear about a baby?” You squeak. No way Jody would tell either of them about Lucifer’s kid.

“Seriously? You couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” Claire scolds. They start squabbling and you rub your temples. Thank Chuck I don’t have a sister.

“Guys!” You snap. They give each other a look before Alex sighs.

“We heard Jody mention taking care of a baby…”

“When she was talking to Dean.” Claire finishes.

“Trust me when I say the last thing any of us want right now is a baby in the picture. We are looking for a friend who's about to have a baby..." They both look disappointed at your words, "but if the baby is ever mine you two will be amongst the first to know.”

Alex perks up, giving a little clap of excitement. It makes her happy that you think of her and Claire as important people in your life. She thinks you’re crazy for staying in the hunting world, but it’s nice to have some who understands living in both, and who wouldn't want to play with a Winchester baby?

Claire’s vaguely disappointed look is a surprise, she thinks you’re crazy for trying to live a “normal” life with Dean (married? Gross). But if you had a kid she could teach them all the tricks for sneaking out...

“Well, you look stressed as fuck, so go punch a vamp and we’ll chat in a few weeks.” Claire waves goodbye and hangs up before Alex has a chance to say anything.

You lean back into your chair when the best noise in existence echoes through the halls: the garage door. You leap from your seat, speeding down the hall and into the garage as Dean pulls baby into her parking spot. He barely has time to stand up when you grab him by the flannel and pull his mouth to yours.

He smiles against your lips, bending a little to wrap his arms around your middle. His tongue slides along your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let his tongue tangle with yours.

“Can you guys at least wait until I’m out of the car?” Sam whines, his hands shielding his eyes as he quickly gathers his stuff.

You and Dean pull back from each other and smile. “No!” You both yell in unison, immediately locking your lips once more.

“There is a child present.” He huffs under his breath, opening the back door and shielding Jack from your display of affection. Your eyes snap open and you unlock your face from Dean’s.

“You found Jack?” You ask, looking at Sam’s back. Sam looks over at Dean, who gives him a nod to step out of the way.

“(Y/N), this is Jack. Jack, Dean’s wife, (Y/N).” Sam gestures to each of you in turn.

“Not exactly the baby we were looking for.” Dean grumbles, kissing your temple.

“My mom said it’s dangerous to be a baby.” Jack smiles.

“Unfortunately that's vert true.” You pant, still trying to catch your breath. You’re a little sad that he isn’t a baby, you were looking forward to taking care of him; although this does make it easier in a lot of ways.

You unwrap Dean's arms from you and walk over to Jack, taking every detail about him in. They way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, his little lopsided grin, the way he stands with his arms straight by his sides.

“You look like Cas.” You smile up at him.

“You knew Castiel?” He smiles even bigger.

“One of my best friends.” You smile back, a twinge of sadness that Cas isn’t here.

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luckyqueenreign · 1 year

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heyy! i was just wondering what other stories you play on romance club. i have recently played the desert rose and i love it so much. i’m already completely obsessed with one of the lis (adil). i highly recommend. i’m waiting until a diamond rush to try and finish more of heavens secret, but i have heard the second book is not looking to hot for malbonte & lucifer lovers. how are you feeling about hs2. hope you’re having a good day <3

hi bestie!! I AM OBSESSED WITH ADIL!!!! He's obviously the rebel right?!?! that last update 😳🥹 I cannot wait for Feb...I will be sitting here, pacing trying to figure out how MC is going to save him, bc obviously she has to right?!

I'm also playing Kali rn and im devastated this is the last season. Like I need more...this cant be the end already 😭😭😭

Personally I like super toxic, slow burn LIs so my choices of LIs in the stories I play def reflect that. Like in Kali, I'm on an Amrit route. I know he's not for everyone but he's it for me 🥰 Hence why I also love Lucifer in HS. Also playing Vying for Versailles rn and Im on the Prince Phillipe retinue but I'm romancing the King but lowkey when Alexandre becomes available I'm jumping ship to him bc he's def a good slow burn and toxic.. aka my dream man (KIDDING LOL)

As for HS2, it's way too early to call it and I think overall no one got a super welcoming/loving playthrough. I think this is going to be SUCH a good slow burn season. I can already see that we might have to sneak around with our LI which I LOVE. Im on a Lucifer route and I didn't think it was bad. It's clear he still loves MC but there's alot going on rn. Even MC doesn't buy his mean act rn..she says that it's obvious he's doing that to now show their closeness which would make both of them vulnerable. I'm SUPER excited to see how this is all going to play out!!

#romance club hs2 #kali romance club #the desert rose #romance club #vying for versailles

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aotopmha · 1 year

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This anime season was the first season in a while I followed several series and finished them.

My general thoughts:

Chainsaw Man Season 1 – Entertaining action/horror. Cast with strong base personalities, interesting focus on craftmanship of moments and letting moments sit.

Pop Team Epic Season 2 – Extremely entertaining comedy. The series continues its streak of understanding shitposting and what makes it fun.

Mob Psycho 100 Season 3 – Fantastic finale to a fantastic series. The highlight of this season was concluding all character arcs in a satisfying manner. I also think it's one of the rare cases where, when looking at the series as a whole, I don't have any points I view as bad.

Most of my favourites at least have either a streak of episodes or an arc I dislike or don't care for as much as other material, but Mob Psycho doesn't have any kind material like that to me.

I initially wasn't as emotionally invested, but I never once thought the series was bad. In fact, I think the series doesn't actually have a single episode I think that's just bad. Which is very impressive to me.

To Your Eternity Season 2 – This is the only series this season I fell behind on.

It's very similar to my experience with the new Berserk anime or as a more recent example, the Lucifer and the Biscuit Hammer anime.

Production almost never gets in the way of me enjoying a story; the entire thing can be a slideshow if it has strong writing backing it, but the overall direction for season 2 of To Your Eternity made it so difficult to enjoy it.

The episodes don't let any quiet moments sit or action scenes play out properly and moving from scene to scene is stilted because the episodes just keep going in the same pace regardless of content and as a result of that, none of it is nuanced, when in comparison, if you look at the script, it clearly is supposed to be.

The series continues to explore some great ideas, so I'm planning to eventually watch it all (and if it is just that poorly made, at least catch up with the manga because in this case I can really tell the source is so much better than how any of the adaption makes it seem – I really feel like if there is one series that needs a remake in 10 years from now on, it's absolutely this one). 2/3rds or so of the first season were fantastic and ep 20 was a great finale for season 1, but season 2 has been really struggling for these 7 or so episodes I was able to watch before stopping.

#Mob Psycho 100 #MP100 #Chainsaw Man #CSM #To Your Eternity #Fumetsu no Anata e #Pop Team Epic #PTE

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rosekiller-addict · 4 months

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this is a little note to self, if i'm still writing fanfiction in the 2-3 years it takes me to finish supernatural (I'm on season 4 rn) i'm writing Dean and Cass fanfiction based on this goofy idea I have rn

so I'm at the part where all the seals are almost broken and Lucifer is about to rise so imagine the last seal breaks and they have like a day or whatever to prepare for Lucifer and no one has any clue what to do so Dean takes a little step outside as he does and starts doing his praying thingy

Dean thinks it doesn't work because Cass doesn't show up so he basically just goes and sits down, thinking about how he could've saved the Earth if only he was strong enough.

Cass shows up and its like "yeah dude, idk how to save the world either. btw, I just ripped out my grace"

and then they're both sitting there, basically accepting that they're both fucked and then Cass is like "so the worlds gonna end tomorrow so can I tell you something stupid?"

and then Deans like "sure" bc the worlds ending tomorrow, what could Cass possibly say to make that worse or better?

and then Cass admits his feelings for Dean.

#hopefully I remember about this #in like 2-3 years #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #supernatural castiel #Cass x dean #dean x castiel #supernatural cass #tv #netflix #tv show #tv shows #tv series #television

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missrosiewolf · 11 months

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What elements make up a good trio?

An archetype/trope that’s an absolute ick?

Book (or books) that you’d recommend to others to understand u?

How’s your day so far :3?

My day has been good so far! I'm over halfway through season 5 of Lucifer and I have better work shoes now too! I also gave my dog a much-needed bath.

Unrelated, but my bookmark collection of D&D sourcebooks is growing and going through Dragon Magazine #236 'The Seldarine Revisited' is...a journey. I might do a post about those folks sometime (an actual post not me being baffled over the state of Melira's section).

What elements make up a good trio?

Everyone's thoughts on this will differ, but for me I think a good trioe of adventurerse or heroes is made up of:

The Funny Guy or (alternatively) The Chaotic Gremlin

The "Let's Do This" Guy

and the person who holds the group together: The Only Sane Guy

Yeah I know that's kind of trope-y, but it is my favorite one. I think it's because it kind of describes me and my own friend group(s). I think the role I find myself in most often is the Only Sane Guy. Like for instance, me and one of my friends chat pretty much daily and she is a bundle of chaos (she has her serious moments ofc but she's a chaotic gremlin most of the time), especially when she's simping over a fictional character so I'm often being like that bugs bunny gif of "no"

An archetype/trope that’s an absolute ick?

I've got so many but I'm just gonna keep it down to just two tropes

Sibling Triangle

For those who do not know, the Sibling Triangle is a trope where a pair of siblings fall in love with the same person and try to get with that person. This can turn into a rivalry, one sibling eventually deciding to back off so that their sibling can be happy, or a reenactment of Abel and Cain (and I don't think I need to tell anyone about how that ended).

And it's a trope that I do not like. I just do not like it. I do not enjoy it being in whatever media I am consuming. I tend to get irritated and lose interest in the story and characters when this trope rears its ugly head. The only reason I don't completely drop whatever it is I'm watching or reading (that that trope pops in) is because I'm one of those who needs to finish watching/reading before I can move onto something else. I might walk away for a bit, but I always come back to finish it.

The reason why I don't like this trope is mostly for the same reason why regular ass love triangles don't appeal to me: two people (friends, siblings, coworkers, whatever) fighting over a person does not sit right me at all. That's not an object. That is a fucking person. Fighting over a person, over who gets to be with this person and not bothering to ask what this person fucking thinks does not pass the vibe check.

Also the very idea of fighting with a sibling over the same person is just a big no from me.

It just feels icky.

2. I don't know the name for this trope but it's the one where the dude is portrayed as dense when it comes to one girl in particular but then, when you read between the lines, it turns out that she just refuses to fucking communicate for some fucking reason.

I hate that shit.

Book (or books) that you’d recommend to others to understand u?

Oh that's a tough one. I'm not entirely sure how to answer that because I don't remember all of the things I've read over the years that made some kind of impact on me and who I am as a person, but I'll try to answer as best as I can.

The books I'd recommend are:

J.R.R Tolkien's books. Anything involving his Middle-Earth stories. In middle school, I read The Children of Hurin and The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings (trilogy). In college, I read The Fall of Gondolin, The Silmarillion. None of these were assigned readings. I checked out of the library or they were given to me by friends and family. I loved the LOTR movies and I wanted to read the world Tolkien had created.

The Dragonlance Trilogy Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. Read them in high school.

The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini. Read in middle-school and high school.

The Redwall books by Brian Jacques. Read some of these in elementary and middle School.

A lot of what I read as I was growing up was fiction. Fantasy books. Adventures. I was...lonely and those genres of books where the ones I could more easily pretend to be traveling alongside the man character was an escape of sorts, I guess. I didn't very many friends (1, maybe two per grade) in elementary and middle school and those friends I did have I didn't hang out with because they didn't live anywhere near me (and there were the grades where I didn't have any friends).

So books, once I started reading chapter books, became my first real friend(s). The friend I'd see every day when I woke up, went to school, and came home.

High School and College is where I got my first real group of friends that I still talk to. I guess that is probably why I don't read as much as I used to. I'm not filling a void anymore.

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365plus1 · 3 years

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Take my bones when you go

For @new-kid-intown

#I’m zoomin right now #and finished season one of Lucifer in like 3 sittings #whoops #new-kid-intown #art #simple art #color block #water #waves #ocean

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Hi! If requests are open could i request the brothers with a teen MC who's stressed about school?

When they come home they immediately throw themselves to bed, they often have headaches, they become more cold and distant, they often have a hard time submitting homework on time and they're not as lively as they originally were. How would the brothers comfort them?

I'm so fucking tired rn, i know it's the last month (even tho It's more like 15 days) but my teachers are starting a new important project where we have to host an EVENT along with our exam that is coming up in a week. And we're in fucking highschool-

Aw I think I accidentally opened my asks again but I read this and I relate so much to this; I needed this as much as you. Being a student is too hard sometimes. *hugs* Sorry sweetie you must be so exhausted too?

I'll definitely write this. I apologize if it's a bit short but thank you so much for this ask. I'll try and do my best okay?

Exam season has just rolled out in Devildom and Diavolo had recently announced that the Exchange students will not have a reduced syllabus and have to study like the rest of the demons, to get a better understanding of their culture and history. This sudden increase in work hasn't been easy on you.

Lucifer

He notices something off with you when you stop telling him leave his paperwork and get some rest. These days it seems he has to pull you away from your work.

He can see how dull and lifeless your eyes look as you try to politely sit through meals with everyone.

"MC do you have some time to talk?" He asks you one day in the middle of homework. "I'm a little busy Lucifer maybe later. I still have finish three more these essays." Wow how the tables turn.

He was planning to have tea with you, but as you usually leave the tea near him when he's working, he did the same. "Don't worry MC I'll take care of this." He whispers to himself.

You're only a child, why are you being so overworked? This is ridiculous. Immediately takes it up with Diavolo and the authorities at school to make sure you're not given more than you can handle.

Mammon

What do you mean you're not up for movie night? Again? This is the fifth time you've denied him. Mammon starts getting worried about you.

At first he's afraid that maybe you're only mad at him so he asks his brothers who you are spending time with. You are nowhere to be found in any of their rooms.

He reaches your room and finds you curled up in bed, groaning in pain, holding your head. "MC what's wrong?" You manage to squeak out, "Head hurts." It looks really bad from the way you're wincing.

He goes into panic overdrive, going up to Satan and Lucifer, even ringing up Solomon for headache cures. After you get a little better, he found out that it's school stress that's doing this to you.

Godamnit Diavolo! Why would you think it's okay to send a little human to Demon school? They work differently don't they. He will volunteer to do most of your work at school- even though he forgets his own.

Leviathan

Levi was excitedly waiting for you to show up to play his new game. It was the usual routine for you to come back from school, freshen up and then join him gaming four days a week. But you haven't showed up. For the third time this week.

He keeps texting and calling you but don't reply. At first he thinks it's because he's a yucky otaku but then he notices you aren't even getting his messages. So he ventures out of his room and finds you in yours.

You were fast asleep in your uniform, your phone switched off due to low battery, your bed unmade and your bag in a slump on the floor. You look like a game character who got defeated in a fight.

When he hears it is the school stress that is doing this to you, he adamantly hatches a plan. "Levi we have school why anime now?" You ask as he drags you to his room.

"Because you need a energy recharge! So I told Lucifer you'll be staying with me all day and watch your favourite anime." Levi said, handing you a bunch of snacks.

Satan

This is the ninth day in a row you had fallen asleep in the library. Yes Satan was counting. Everytime he finds you, you're curled up in a chair with a heavy bookon your lap and your notebook and pens strewn across a nearby table. Overdue assignments.

"Oh MC again?" He mutters as he puts his jacket on you so you don't get cold. When was the last time you read a book with him? You seem so busy and distant these days. He noticed the way you kept denying all his brothers hence he didn't approach you himself. Now he understood why.

Diavolo must be barking mad in his head if he thinks an adolescent human can work the same way as age old demons. He feels annoyed at how you're being overwhelmed.

You wake up to him sitting next to you, writing down your assignments. "Satan why..." Satan smiles and palms your head, "You need to rest, you've been working too hard. I'll handle the assignments, you sleep some more, I'm taking you to a cat cafe later. Playing with cats will help you feel relaxed."

Asmodeus

Asmo notices the redness in your sunken eyes on the very next day after you pull an all-nighter. He offers you to come to his room but you decline saying you have to prepare for upcoming exams.

He finds it increasingly hard to keep his mouth shut and leave you alone when you look like this. Your skin is breaking out, your cheeks are sinking. You're starting to look like Lucifer.

Look at how school is ruining you! You are only a baby and yet you're starting look a workaholic corporate worker.

One day he's had enough with your lack of self-care and he drags you to his room. You try telling him off "Asmo I have exams-" He snaps back at you angrily, "Today is your day off whether you like it or not. I will not have you mistreating yourself like this. Now come on we're doing a home spa."

Beelzebub

Everything seems wrong. You aren't eating well. And today you look like you're about to pass out while eating dinner. He can't eat when you're like this - he doesn't want your leftovers anymore.

You try to smile at him, "I'm okay Beel. I'm just not very hungry." He isn't buying it but you leave so suddenly he couldn't say anything. You seemed to brush people off and be on your own these days.

He noticed you skip the lunchline at school to scurry off to a lonely table to finish up some work. He gets an extra plateful of food and sets it down next to you.

"Beel I said I'm not hungry." You try to say but Beel is having none of it. He snatches your stuff away. "School can wait, you need nourishments to work. I won't let you work before you eat all of this, MC."

Belphegor

This is heavily annoying to him. He sees you running out of your room, sneaking into the library to study at 3 AM in the night. Did you just wake up and decide not to sleep ever again?

When he tries to approach you about this, you act snappy and cold towards him. He doesn't mind - he understands why you're like this. He's grumpy half the time when he doesn't get to sleep either.

As if he needed more reason to resent Diavolo. Not only did he drag you down from Earth and now's he overworking you in school. Is this supposed to help somehow? Cause the only thing this has done is reduce the smiley chirpy MC to Lucifer version 2.0

One day he sees fall head first onto the floor as you try to flee your room. You stumble and shake as you try to get up again. "Okay that's it. Enough of this." Belphie appears and takes you back to your room, throwing you on the bed. "Belphie I'm fine I just need to finish-"

"You need to finish your sleep. I thought humans had better self-preservation than this. You will not get out of bed until you've caught up on your sleep" He tucks you in bed and stays there until you fall fast asleep.

#obey me teen!mc #obey me fluff #obey me angst #obey me comfort #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me imagine #obey me game #obey me asmo #obey me ask

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jessamine-rose · 3 years

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♡ Let’s Make a Mug Together ♡

The wholesome, romantic activity of making a mug together…..but with the whole cast bc what is Obey Me! if not chaos and everyone fighting over Mc?? Fufufu~ I’m not very confident in writing for Obey Me! but I wanted to flesh out this idea I’ve had for our beloved demon brothers and side characters!! I hope I gave them justice ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Spoiler warnings:: Main Story lore up to Season 3 in Belphegor, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon’s parts

♡ Lucifer’s mug is simple but elegant. He goes for a classic, practical shape painted in shades of black and grey, with either deep blue or brilliant red accents for a pop of color. If you compliment his mug, he will respond with his classic smirk and a hand over his chest. “It’s just a mug. It doesn’t have to be overly complex or garish.” *eyes his brothers*

♡ Unfortunately, the calming nature of the pottery workshop is disrupted by his brothers’ constant arguments. Which results in Lucifer threatening to reshape them like clay before a clay war or a paint fight breaks out. Whenever that happens, Satan and Belphie will sneakily attempt to hex his mug ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ

♡ Right off the bat, Mammon proclaims that his mug will clearly be the best!! The first time he touches the pottery wheel is…...an epic fail, as quoted by Levi. Once his mug has the right shape, Mammon will go for a striking design in black, yellow, and gold. The entire process would have taken less time if he hadn’t been competing with his brothers -.-

♡ He will insist on sitting beside you at the painting table. Halfway, you will glance at his mug and see…….isn’t that detail similar to your own design?? “Oi, what are ya lookin’ at?? Huh?? I-It’s not like the Great Mammon wants our mugs to match or anythin’!! And don’t you dare let my brothers try to match with you, got it??” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

♡ Even in a pottery workshop, Leviathan’s otaku speech is activated. “Waaaaaa this reminds me of that anime Let’s Make a Cauldron Too about pottery from the human world!! The protagonists were a mix of professionals and novices but they were all able to make such great designs!! Aaahh and one of them was good at making fun, moe sculptures--I wonder if I can copy her technique?? The--” “We get it, Levi!!”

♡ Don’t underestimate Levi’s art skills!! He makes good work of the assorted paints and brushes to illustrate a flattering likeness of Ruri-chan and Azuki-tan!! Later on, he shyly offers you a drink from his mug…….and would you look at that?? He sculpted some mini goldfish inside so it looks like an army of Henry’s is swimming in your tea!! (╯✧▽✧)╯彡✿

♡ Satan chooses cat designs!! His mug very much resembles a cat, with two sculpted cat-ear triangles on the rim and a tail for the handle. Or even better, what about a bunch of mini cats climbing the rim, handle, and surface of his mug??!! Satan will paint them with a variety of patterns and faces. It is a catty design which he adores and which won’t be compared to any of Lucifer’s ideas--

♡ He may offer to paint a small addition to your mug. Just a minor detail which no one will notice…...after your mug is glazed and washed, he insists on making dark coffee to maintain the surprise. When you finish your drink, you will find a secret message cleverly painted on the bottom interior of your mug. "I hope your day is full of joy. ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ"

♡ Asmodeus’s mug needs to be gorgeous and creative to complement his beauty!! He incorporates some of his nail art techniques to paint a glamorous, one-of-a-kind mug worthy of his lips. As a finishing touch, he presses his lips against the glazed mug to leave behind a pink kiss mark. Would you like one, too~ “We don’t want any of your gross kisses, Asmo!!” “Aww, are you sure?? <3”

♡ He uses his mug for Devilgram selfies!! Soon enough, his account will be filled with pictures of aesthetic drinks within the fabulous mug…...but the focus will always be on Asmodeus as he holds the mug with a bright smile, of course!! Doesn’t he make the prettiest beverage model?? („─‿─„) ♡

♡ Beelzebub’s mug is amazingly oversized. It might as well be mistaken for a bowl or a pitcher, considering how gigantic it is. “Beel, how many drinks are you trying to fit in there??!!” “It’s big enough so I can fit all of the vegetables and rice when we have curry.” “Are you saying that curry is a drink??!!”

♡ On top of that, Beel’s art skills are simply horrific. After much thinking with Belphie, he paints on his mug a simple sunrise gradient of solid warm colors.....Then he decides to draw a wholesome picture of his family (Mc included) holding hands around the bottom of the mug. The final product ends up insulting his brothers and giving them nightmares for days _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

♡ Fully aware of his terrible (but better than Beel’s) drawing skills, Belphegor comes up with the idea for him and Beelzebub to use solid colors. He paints his mug a muted dark blue to resemble the night sky, with white dots for his favorite stars and constellations from the human world!! Their mugs match, too =w=

♡ After chatting with you and Beel, he decides to make a simple addition to his mug!! A green mountain with a little pink puffball on top. The cloud-like shape has a yellow circle for a face and little horns--is that sheep Mc?? Looking up at Beel and Belphie’s twin stars?? How adorable!! “It’s you, me, and Beel. Let’s look at the stars again later.”

♡ Diavolo is like a child exploring the limitless world of creativity. He molds a mug which is decidedly…….unique. Asymmetrical. More fit to be a museum art piece than a piece of everyday drinkware. He also has fun during the painting process--his design could either be a colorful abstract work or a collage of his favorite Devildom landscapes and places!! o(^▽^)o

♡ For the latter design, he will happily recount his memories from those special places as he paints. “Lucifer, here is the private beach we rented out 6000 years ago!! Barbatos, do you remember the Snapdragon Skull meadow where we hosted my childhood tea parties?? Mc, if you don’t mind, I would like to revisit these places with you next time.”

♡ Barbatos decides to mold a cup meant for tea. His set of teacups--plus an expertly molded teapot--are painted with sophisticated designs impressive enough to star in Diavolo’s next royal tea party!! From Japanese cups to European china with matching saucers, he is very interested in the different types of teaware!!

♡ He watches Diavolo’s mug creation and protects their cups from the demon brothers’ shenanigans. If you need help with your mug, he will politely smile and guide you through the process. Barbatos will stand over you, his hands lightly holding your wrists as you shape clay and paint designs. “Diavolo-bocchama, such childlike creativity ( ◠‿◠ ) Moving on, Mc, this is how you paint a traditional teacup.”

♡ Simeon’s mug gives off a homey, sophisticated vibe. He helps Luke during the clay-shaping process and comes up with a mug which feels comforting to hold. He paints a dazzling image of the Celestial Realm on the surface along with some original quotes in pretty, cursive lettering. At one point, Mammon almost tries to sell it on Akuzon as a personal item created by Christopher Peugeot.....

♡ His mug is always filled with coffee for recipe experiments or writer’s fuel. Oftentimes, you will visit Purgatory Hall to find Simeon expertly pouring steamed milk into his mug to finish off the newest menu item on The Angel’s Halo. “Mc, you came just in time. Would you like to try our Special Blend Coffee with Cloudy Sheep Latte Art?? Ꮚ • ⌄ •Ꮚ ”

♡ Luke is intent on making a perfect mug to pair with his sweets!! With Simeon’s encouragement, he happily sculpts a classic mug with everyone. Originally, he thought of painting assorted desserts on his mug…….then he considered the consequences of Beel’s reaction. To which he switched to a design of Celestial Realm imagery and the human world constellations he had learned from Michael!!

♡ At one point, someone *cough* Mammon *cough* points out how cute and little Luke’s mug looks in comparison to everyone else’s creations. “Aww, isn’t this mug just like the Chihuahua??” “Ehh?? That wasn’t my intention!! It’s just that all of you consume bigger portions than me!! ໒ •̀ ﻌ •́ ७ ”

♡ Solomon’s mug looks exactly like what you’d expect from a sorcerer. Being familiar with various historical models of pottery and symbolic magical tools, it isn’t a surprise for him to come up with a special mug which may have mystical properties and functions. (It reheats his drinks.) Combining his skills in art and sorcery, Solomon effortlessly creates a vintage mug decorated with magical runes and embellishments (∩^o^)⊃━☆゜.*

♡ The finished mug is a gorgeous piece of pottery…...until Solomon uses it for his beverage concoctions. Suddenly, in everyone’s eyes, the work of art has become a sinisterly deceptive vessel for logic-defying poison. “Do you want a sip, Mc?? You won’t believe how good black coffee tastes with bloodberry sauce and devil’s chili peppers.”

♡

To my darling Belphewhore friend who proofread and contributed to this work:: No, you did not see me simping for S*lomon. Thank you very much for your assistance <3

Tagging:: @sunny-xty @panicattheattic @luminari-mc @kitsune-oji @souielle @moemoemammon @dorkus-mcdingus

#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me #obey me!#g/n reader #jessamine-writing

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kydrogendragon · 3 years

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Mammon requests? 🥺 this boy deserves the world, please. if you're in the mood I could really use some soft Mammon in my life these days, some kinda fluff of him taking care of mc and/or his bros? 💕

This boy absolutely deserves the world <3

I've just finished getting over a cold, so that kinda inspired these. Hopefully this is kinda what you were thinkin'!

Mammon Caring for the HoL When They're Sick

The Devildom cold season only came every decade, but when it did, it came through hard. It started with a simple sniffle from Satan during breakfast one day. Not much was thought about it until it progressed to a cough at dinner. Within days, the residents in the House of Lamentation found themselves with runny noses, sore throats, and fevers as they all laid in their beds. Some were worse off than others. Asmo and Beel got off the lightest, only getting a stuffy nose and the occasional headache. Lucifer and MC got the worst of it, no doubt due to his overworking and MC's being human. The only one to escape falling ill at all was Mammon. On one hand, he was thrilled to not be bed-ridden for the next week or so, but on the other, he was now forced to play caretaker for six demons and a human.

Probably the most worried about you. You're a human after all! A human with a cold that usually only demons get.

Checks in on you every hour (if not more).

Refills your water bottle anytime it looks low, saying that ya gotta stay hydrated and that water makes ya feel better!

Stocks up on human world medicine curtesy of Diavolo and Barbatos and set multiple alarms on his DDD so he knew when you needed to take more meds. Definitely freaked himself out when he was reading the possible side-effects on the back of the boxes.

When he's not busy making rounds to the rest of his brothers, he'll sit next to your bed on the chair he pulled over. He'll trail a damp washcloth over your head to help the fever, give your feet a massage (if you ask nicely), or simply just keep you company while you ride out this cold.

Definitely hand-fed you for the first few days, fretting over you using up the little energy you already had.

If you guys are in a relationship or if you're comfortable with having him help you bathe, he'll definitely get a bath ready for you (and may or may not have nabbed a bath bomb if you'd like from Asmo's stash). He'll wash and rinse your hair for you, relishing in this gentle, domestic moment between the both of you.

Will 100% cuddle you to sleep if you'd like as well.

Trying to care for this man when he's sick should be its own level of Hell. He absolutely refuses any help, despite being bedridden.

Honestly, it was probably good that Mammon was the one to help because it would have been even more of a fight had it been anyone else.

Will accept being brought food and water, but still insists on working from bed. He tried to move back to his desk, but Mammon all but tied the man to his bed. Thankfully, Lucifer didn't have much energy to fight back.

He will openly admit that he appreciates Mammon being there to help. He'll say how much he appreciates the hard work Mammon is doing to help him and everyone else in the house and admits that he's thankful he can rely on Mammon to step up when he's down.

Mammon, of course, doesn't know how to handle the praise from his older brother and ends up gently shoving him food before leaving his room.

Mammon does relish in the fact that Lucifer is clearly proud of him and appreciates him in moments like this. It's a memory he'll look back on when he needs a pick-me-up in the future for quite a while.

Also absolutely sneaks sleeping pills into Lucifer's drinks so the man can get some rest for once in his life.

He's fairly easy to care for when he's sick. The man just does what he usually does most days, just from the confines of his own tub. Mammon just struggles with making sure he drinks and eats enough.

Levi gets pretty grumpy when his older brother drops in, interrupting whatever show he's watching or game he's playing at the time. Mammon just rolls his eyes and plops down on the edge of his tub as he forces Levi to drink some water and have at least a few bites of food.

Sometimes Mammon'll stick around for a bit and watch whatever Levi has on the screen. The otaku doesn't mind being alone most of the time, but when he doesn't have another choice, the bits of company that Mammon provides is always nice, even if he'll never say that out loud.

An absolute man-child when sick. He's worse than Lucifer when it comes to insisting that he isn't that sick and can totally continue his studies and work.

Mammon has had to literally force Satan to stay in his bed for longer than five minutes.

Eventually, his fever and fatigue get the better of him and he'll end up collapsing, leaving Mammon to wrangle him into bed and makes sure he gets some medicine into his system as well as food and water once he's more awake.

Mammon'll read to him when he's at his weakest, knowing that the fourth-born wouldn't ever ask it of him but would still want to continue his reading. He'll grumble, claiming that he'll have to re-read all these sections with how slow and strange Mammon's reading it, but is genuinely enjoying those moments. It reminds him of when Mammon used to read to him every night before bed.

This man definitely takes the longest to recover, since the moment he starts to feel a bit better, he'll over do it unless he's being watched and ends up making it all worse.

A fussy sick person. He definitely milks all the attention he can get out of it as he can, even if it's from Mammon. Plays up his fatigue so he can get everything handed to him in bed, whether its his DDD, food, water, or his skincare products.

Mammon rolls his eyes and grumbles, but hands him whatever he requests, no matter how simple it is. He also makes sure that Asmo's bathroom is fully stocked with towels since he knows Asmo likes to use a new washcloth for his skin care routine each morning and each evening.

Ended up helping Asmo do his makeup and hair a few days so he could still take Devilgram pics for his fans.

Probably, aside from MC or Satan (more due to necessity than anything), he spends the most time with Asmo, bringing him things or helping him with different tasks, all the while listening to Asmo rant and rave about every little thing.

Both of them appreciate the time they spend together since their busy schedules tend to keep them from talking this much at a time, usually.

If his appetite would decrease, then he'd easily be the easiest to take care of. Unfortunately, it's almost always the same, just with less variety. Mammon'll spend his nights batch cooking meals for everyone, but especially Beel.

There's always a large pot of soup on the stove whenever Beel's sick as well as multiple Fantasy Costco size containers of saltines and Devil Sprite at the ready. Usually, he just keeps a few boxes and containers in the Twin's room so Beel can grab them as needed.

Beel usually just texts him if he needs anything, which Mammon appreciates. Definitely the most patient of the brothers when he's sick.

Mammon'll spend time in the Twin's room, either playing a board or card game with them, or watching a movie to kill some time and rid them of some boredom. On one hand, if Beel gets sick, Belphie tends to as well just by proximity, so they can keep each other company, which is nice. But on the downside, it's another person that's sick.

Sometimes at night, if Beel can't fall asleep, Mammon will have Beel rest in his lap as he cards his fingers through his hair like he used to do when they were younger. It's almost always a surefire way to get Beel to fall asleep.

Kind of a brat when sick. He also gets really grumpy as well. He won't do anything as his energy levels will be too low to bother, but will complain about everything, from how his head hurts to the room being just a little too hot.

Asmo's fairly demanding for the sake of being lazy, but Belphie is demanding because he's very picky. Mammon'll spend way too long finding the perfect blanket that matches Belphie's requirements after the last five were either too thick, too thin, too soft, or too long.

Thankfully, he isn't a picky eater and drinks and eats a good amount, so Mammon doesn't have to worry about him in that regard.

He sleeps most of the time he's sick, which works well with helping him recover. He's typically the first to feel healthy again out of all of them. He'll help care for Beel once he's feeling better.

Mammon probably babies him more than he should at times, but he babies all of his brothers when they're down for the count like this, so it can't hurt too much.

Cuddles Belphie when he's sleeping at times. Won't ever tell Belphie so he doesn't get embarrassed, but he'll find Belphie's tail wrapped around him, keeping him close as they nap.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #mammon #lucifer #levi #mc #gn!mc #gn!reader #satan #asmodeus #asmo #beel #beelzebub #belphie #belphegor #sick fic #headcanon #headcannon #ky writes

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elsecrytt · 2 years

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Heyyyyy

For your sandwich Saturday/Sunday I propose my two top boys, Levi and Dia <3

Specially since they're already kinda besties between them 👁👁

Annnoooooon are you season threeeeeeeee,,, I wonder how many people on here are on or finished with season three actually. Most of the people I talk to aren't, but I have a pretty limited social circle in this fandom still (although the folks I do know are awesome, lovely people). All right then, Levi and Dia~ Levi definitely has a lot to share - with you, with Dia, with anyone who will actually sit down and listen to him, to be honest. Diavolo would at least try to keep up, and that's an effort Levi would recognize and appreciate, even if he calls Dia a normie under his breath XD Definitely lots of anime/gaming nights! Where you and Levi debate which anime to watch (Dia is probably okay with anything - it's all new to him!), or he sets up whatever game he has for three players. (If it's split screen, then the two of them will share the top half of the screen while you get the bottom half all to yourself,,, its love) Diavolo is also the sort of person who likes to go out and do new things, too. He's not at all unlikely to invite Levi out on basically every outing you and him go on - he'd be delighted to have him, too. Levi's probably not one for normal dates but the fact that Dia is always inviting him out would do wonders for his jealousy. Like, we all KNOW he doesn't really want to go to that animal cafe with you two, but he DOES have the invitation. It would be hard for him to self-deprecate when Diavolo is so sunny and friendly about it. Dia will probably text him during the date, too, possibly taking a picture of you to share with him, cheer him up~ If his jealousy ever gets the better of him, he can always say yes to accompanying you guys. He might even have an okay time, between you, his Henry, and Dia, a massive social butterfly. But afterwards he can kinda get some perspective - he calls himself a "shut-in", but really, he's just avoiding doing things that make him uncomfortable. It's not something you or Dia look down on him for. And you guys will join him for games or anime most days of the week, too! Diavolo is happy, Levi is happy - all that's left is for them to make you happy. And honestly, they're both very doting in their own ways, they would positively shower you in attention whenever you were with them. When they're together, they have so much energy and excitement, never failing to recharge you - or exhaust you completely. Like obviously Diavolo will spare no expense, he's happy to go to any restaurant or event or activity you always wanted to try out but never thought you could afford. Ever been sky diving? It's too scary? "Ahahaha! Is it? I've always loved flying, myself. Why don't we try it out together?" (Diavolo is strong enough to carry you AND Levi, should you both be so inclined. Levi might even be willing to go for it, with the right cosplay/anime references incentive...!) In terms of NSFW, I feel like they'd probably have pretty separate bedroom lives with you. Levi is so introverted. But, for the sake of horny, let me paint you a picture,,, (nsfw is a bit under the cut,,, reader gets penetrated but is otherwise ambiguous) -

Perhaps,,, mayb,, just mayb,,, Levi gets... jealous, knowing you're banging Dia. And he doesn't want to be, he knows he shouldn't be, Diavolo is HIS friend too, after all. Like, he's not Lucifer or anything, but after getting to know the guy he's gotta admit Diavolo is a pretty great person. He always pays attention when Levi is introducing him to new animes, or ranting about the latest game he enjoys. Really pays attention, makes sure to watch or play it later, asks Levi questions or even asks to watch or play with him. Diavolo notices when Levi is feeling a little sulky and self-effacing, who sometimes seems to cancel plans with you out of the blue if he notices Levi's been down in their texts. They text frequently and Diavolo even messages him out of the blue about things he thinks Levi might like - and the guesses get better all the time. Diavolo... is a friend. A real friend, just like you were to him. Diavolo encourages you to hang out with him, gives you alone time together and everything. He sees the loser otaku shut-in and smiles, tells him he's happy to see him. Levi doesn't want to resent Diavolo for spending time with you. He really, really doesn't! It's not fair! How come he has to feel this way when Diavolo's all confident and can afford to be generous? So maybe... you offer sometime.... a solution. If Levi wants he can watch you fuck Diavolo. If Levi wants he can be there for it. Come on, Levi - just think of it as another one of your hentai. Just watch it, like it's an anime, enjoy the scene, the visuals, the sounds... He watches you fuck and starts rubbing himself without thinking - when you see it and moan, tell him how hot it is that he's jerking it to you getting fucked, it just makes him harder, he hears Diavolo groan as well, and - Soon,,, maybe,,, PERHAPS,,, just a LITTOL,,, Levi jerks himself, watches Diavolo fuck into you, faster, faster, hears his friend's breaths grow heavy while you tense up against him, quivering around his cock, he sees a fierce light glowing in those golden eyes - "Stop," and in an instant, your prince is ground to a halt, halted thrusting into you, and you nearly wail at the loss, the release that just - so close - didn't come. "Stop," Levi pants, his hand slowing over his cock, "This is all wrong. The angle is awful! It's not fair - I can't even see both your faces - and you're really going to fuck them standing like that, Diavolo?" Diavolo blushes and adjusts the angle, even while you gasp and shiver with his cock drawing out as he lays you down and positions himself behind you. Until Levi barks out another order, explains exactly what position he wants, all in graphic, explicit detail - If he gets too impatient he just walks up and shoves Diavolo and then you into the right position, slots your bodies and limbs where he wants them with quick, nimble movements (Diavolo isn't slow and he isn't stupid, either, Levi just looked like he could use some participation - and he knows you'd be happy to have Levi involved, too) And yes, maybe he does join in on once instance or another. Wouldn't you just look so delicious sucking him off while Diavolo reamed you - and maybe, just maybe, he could go down on you while Diavolo fucked you, too, watch you get destroyed so completely by bliss on both ends - Once it opens up, the ideas are endless. You and Diavolo have your own private time, just like you have plenty of time alone with Levi. But it's undeniably fun to indulge Leviathan's overactive imagination, and he seems to pull so many delectably hot ideas just out of thin air, day after day - you shudder to think what Levi might end up doing to you when he decides he can bring toys into your little menage a trois sessions... Levi doesn't feel jealous now - not anymore. Not with the Crown Prince of the Devildom and his precious human both begging him with tears in their eyes for their release, hanging on his every direction. Not when the scene is his to direct, and oh, his mind is just swirling with plots planned out...

#shall we date obey me #obey me #leviathan #leviathan x reader #diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader x leviathan #sandwiches #no.... it can't be... is it... is it really??#dom!levi

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