#god I wish I had time to draw more om stuff

[koolades-world]

Obey me! but with the brothers having had always been demons, formed in kid/baby-form as manifestations of the seven deadly sins. Lucifer was raised as the right hand man of Diavolo, appointed the brother of Mammon, then Levi, then Asmo etc. etc.

A version where they are more depraved and dark than they otherwise would've been 'cause they were essentially raised in the outermost layer of hell (think VERY questionable morals, moves like uncanny valley characters, where Satan tears and rips beings apart in his fits of rage, they don't understand MC's sense of right and wrong). I wonder how Lucifer and his brother's dynamics would have been with each other, with Diavolo and Barbs growing up. Would Belphie still have hated Diavolo for his absolute authority? Would baby satan still have formed as a manifestation of Lucifer's wrath, again adding to his rage due to his circumstances?

Lilith based on mythology was described as the 'queen of demons'. If the story was somewhat compliant to that, imagine she fell into the Devildom after the whole 'fall-in-love-with-human shtick' and Diavolo fell in love/took pity on her, which the brothers didn't respect or understand at the time (why feel bad for someone who fell in love with a puny mortal?). The bitter parallels it would draw when they fall in love with MC years down the line.

Imagine that instead of just reincarnating her soul as a human, Dia REPLACED the soul of a human infant with hers (again, being very morally dubious). Maybe he saw it as an interesting experiment of sorts, to see if it would have any effect her human off-springs. He purposely kept an eye on her descendants (hence, mc being brought into the DD). Cunning, manipulative and conspiring Diavolo (Soo-won type character) omgomg

I want the brothers to legitimately handle otherworldly, gory demonic entities (think of that monster from nocturne of nightmares), sort political Devildom affairs, kill/mess around with humans instead of just sitting around attending the demon-equivalent of highschool! They're eons old for crying out loud, why subject yourself to 1000's of years of the Academy??? If anything, their attendance at RAD should be a refresher course that happens for 5 - 10 years once or twice every century or so.

AKA Obey Me! but more Devildom-centric, where the characters got to actually deliver their role in Diavolo's government, where Diavolo had ulterior motives making the exchange program (perhaps to instigate an uprising, an all-out war to overthrow the demon king?). Where the other characters are actually fleshed out instead of just meaningless plot-devices (Barbatos with his powers, Monsolo, Lilith, and etc. all had so much potential)!

Sorry I wrote a lot, this is just everything I hoped OM! would be.

NO OMG I think about this sometimes too!! like I know why they didn't do it but still can't help but wish for more

demons are often depicted as everything but sweet and kind, which is what we see in the game. dia would not be this golden retriever type character (although I love that) he's supposed to be the next king, so he would be much more devious as for lack of a better word. god i wish they explored barb so much more. like why are we brushing over him like he's part of the wall?? he's so powerful it's insane. I'm glad solomon is getting more of a spotlight in nightbringer but I hope they use it to its full extent. i also wish they explored the general worldbuilding more and made it feel more real, like there's stuff outside the relationships mc has with the named characters

i absolutely love the lilith queen of demons thing, like it makes sense as to why it was mc in specific. of course they would bring back someone that important to them over and over again

another thing that feels totally ignored is that it's hell!! most people there are there for a reason! while personally don't know where the line should be drawn for what counts as being a sinner or not, for a fact i know that mc would 100% be meeting murders down there, like actually terrible people.

you put this entire thing so wonderfully so i hope you don't mind if I incorporate aspects of this into my obey me as horror piece! like don't get me wrong I love my silly little demons but realistically they would be anything but silly lol

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #UGH OBEY ME HORROR #love this anon #hope it hasn't been too long since this was sent in and that this anon is still around!!!! #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[opalanxiety-art]

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE @anenbylittlepotato

HERE are the Obey Me! boys on a couch (based off of this post) with a sprinkle of my own artistic liberties 😌

Original base is from here I believe

#obey me #asmodeus #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #doodles #full colour #Satan is reading TSL #Mammon is asking for Goldie back #we also gon need an F in chat for Asmo after this #god I wish I had time to draw more om stuff

[winter-sol]

Leviathan Birthday Event Review (because why not)

I didn't want Levi's birthday to go by without a post about it. I couldn't post anything that day or the days before since I've had a lot of workload and well, I don't feel like continuing on the PC after finishing my shift ;(

So here comes the review no one asked for about the event + cards + devilgram stories! yassssss

Pop Quiz!

My rating: 6.5/10

So, the event was about Leviathan organizing his birthday party, planning what activities to do with his brothers, being discouraged in the process because he thought those activities sucked, but his brothers reassured him it was ok, they wanted to do it. They all have a good time in the end, great!

It was funny to see everyone trying his hobbies, I remember the most that scene with Lucifer and Satan decorating their Ruri-chans in ways I wish we could've seen. Levi as an otaku is usually alone with his own stuff, but seeing his brothers wanting to do the same and enjoying it was pretty cute.

Besides that, I won't lie, the event was pretty basic, but I must say, it's better than last year's, specially when it comes to the romantic scenes, this year's was pretty dokidoki inducing. At the unlockable route, there's this scene that I believe was the highlight of the event for us Levistans.

Once the two of us are together is his room, you can ask him if all he wants to do is gaming because, y'know, you could be doing other stuff. He says he wants to (god bless him) but let's you decide because he's a consent king and hear me, if you pass he'll be like

But if you say yes I swear he kisses you like 4 times and tells you the sweetest things I must have read coming from him.

No matter the option, the ending is me loving him more.

But anyway, aside from the romance, for a birthday event it was alright I guess, nothing out of the ordinary, but fine.

UR Card: "Heartbeat✩Creation Time"

Illustration: 10/10

Beautiful, magnificient, gorgeus. The drawing is just so good. When it comes to OM! illustrations, I'm pretty fine with the different styles with get to see. But this classic otome style was done so well this time I can't help appreciating it. If last year's UR (oh how to forget the cursed, bugged card) was pretty, this year's was perfect. He looks handsome and cute, classic Leviathan, but also the unlocked version is just... Ahhh, did you see him? He's drunk! And he looks so pretty like that! Like, what is he saying? is he slurring while talking otaku nonsense? is he trying to flirt and failing? We'll never know (because the devilgram story has nothing to do with it but bah, nevermind)

Overall, great card, I'm glad I got it (it was the easiest Pop Quiz UR I've ever gotten, besides his last year's which was... you know, bugged)

Devilgram Story: 5/10

I'm sorry but after Satan's birthday UR card my expectatives are way too high. That's the standard my mind has set for these kind of stories.

So in his devilgram story, Leviathan tells you about an idea he has about a manga, then puppet show, he wants to make. It's an obvious TSL inspired? (ripped-off?) story. And the plot is quite bad, for being such a cultured otaku, you'd expect better. But anyways, it's an obvious self-insert, the ending is basically he day-dreaming of confessing to you and well, Levi basically telling you he wants to grow old with you was cute, I won't lie. But the dialogue after that is quite bland, you tell him you want that as well and that's basically it? (Do we even kiss? I forgot, sorry)

So, considering it was a chance to impress us with this card that most Levistans grinded their asses for... it just wasn't impressive, there are better devilgram stories for Leviathan (I'm looking at you, "A Virtual Drive" and "Handmade Present!". Those were really good.)

SSR Card: "Devildom's Next Top Otaku"

Illustration: 8/10

The locked version is cute, yes, his eyes and the way he's holding the sheep is awww. But I guess it's nothing out of the ordinary. The unlocked one though is veeeery pretty. The starry background, the pink flower crown, and his facial expression are just. Beautiful (I wish my english was better so I could use more complex words idk). He looks like the king he is, happy on his own birthday. Nice.

Devilgram story: 8/10

Better than the UR, it finally, finally!!! uses a concept I've been daydreaming about for months: Model Levi.

Because why not!! He's part of the Seven Rulers of Hell, basically the most poweful and popular guys in the Devildom, they're all handsome as hell and the otaku rat boy is not an exception. He's unique and c'mon, otaku aesthetic is in nowadays. I like how the photoshoot ends up accommodating him, he's at ease and you can tell he ends up looking amazing. He's actually on the cover of the magazine, and while I ended up wondering if his brothers had planned the whole setup for his modeling in order to celebrate him (is it supposed to be like that? and I was too stupid to get it? hahaah), I think it was refreshing for him. I think we Levistans complain a bit about how he's underused when it comes to him being a hottie and well, at least now we've got some canon material about that ;)

My critique it's the lack of romance , I wish we could've smooched him and have more heartwarming dialogues.

Aaaand a concept we've already gotten last year: Levi pushing his boundaries when doing something new just to abandon it and be like "I'm happier with my simple life with you so I won't model anymore" (or last year's version: I won't become a pro gamer)

Like yes, it's his life, he can do whatever he wants, that's cool. Buuut, and I guess this is more subjective from my part? I just don't like how it's kinda romanticed the fact he'd give up on something because he'd rather stay at home with you. Part of me is ok with that idea because, again, it's his life, I'm pretty sure it must be uncomfortable with his social anxiety, it's fine I swear. But I also wonder if it's one of those "We'll never let these characters grow up and we'll just keep them safe cuz moneeeeyy" solmare moments. Like, yes, he's a full time otaku, but being an otaku allows him to know about sewing, music (instruments and singing), dancing, having a cosplay account, he's good with his hands, knows programming, and besides his otaku interests, he knows about the sea and... military. So yes, modeling, and the conflict it creates within him and how he's able to surpass it, fits his character. It was a good addition just to be abandoned so we'll probably never see it again.

Ah, guess it's not a big deal so nevermind. (see how i ended up being more critical about my higher ranked story of the 3? yes, that's me and my perfectionism)

But yes!! It was a good story. It was my favorite of the 3 of them, I wish the Pop Quiz would've followed this path instead.

Sooooo that's with Levi's event, if you got this far thank you!

For his birthday, I was planning on finally posting a MBTI analysis of Levi's type (INFP) and its cognitive fuctions that's been in my drafts for months but i just didn't have the time and energy to finish it. So if you're interested let me know ;)

Have a good night! And prepare for that Pirate Event! It's time for new skins!

#obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #leviathan #simping levi

[tradeway2]

Session 2 17 Jul 2021

Ed and Matthew are being haylords (literally - they are baling hay), so we start a little late. Also Sophie is away, so someone else will be taking Hilda for her.

Mina has been building Gundams…

We make Nature checks to see if anyone of us remember what we are. Hilda does not make a check as she is still at 0HP. Ren, Marcus and Milo remember that ‘zombies’ are made with weird food; but we can’t be zombies because we know our names. We’re amnesiacs; we’re like characters from Neighbours. Not zombies. Pshhh.

Matthew has bestowed upon us some XP for the last fight, plus some extra for entertaining him so beautifully.

Cora thinks we should try to find a way to preserve our food a bit longer. From the feet up from now on?

We make Investigation checks. Milo notices that although the surrounding area contains weapons and spoiled food (mostly what we made), etc., there isn’t much in the way of bodies. He wants to know what size the food is; he thinks they must be from the same litter. They’re all about the same size; medium. (It goes: small, regular, large, goliath, god.) He looks at his friends; we look wounded, but there are no organs or anything hanging out. Some bandages wouldn’t hurt.

After the fight, we discovered our food was carrying some money. Between us, we scrabbled together 13 gp. We remember that money is useful, so we keep it. (Ren decides to invest his in cryptocurrency.) Hilda is the strongest, so we pile to money on her still unconscious form. We also find 7 gems, and 5 bottles, and a sphere.

Bingo asks if we mind him hanging around; he gets very excited when we tell him he’s welcome to chill with us. He’s excited to get to the horde as well. “Everyone’s friends there, it’s brilliant!” Cora decides it’s a bit like Burning Man. Leslie looks us all over; he does that old people thing when they nod along with the young folk. Let young folk be young folk.

Ed joins us, yay!

It turns out that Leslie has never been to Burning Man. Or the horde. I think? He doesn’t like being around big crowds; he prefers to spend time alone. Somewhere a bit greener. Does he mean over there? (Pointing). No, it turns out he arrived by boat. Hmm. Pilfer gets a sense of salt on the air, and the movement of a ship - for a fraction of a second, and then disappeared. He burps something disgusting; this is not strange to any of us.

Leslie comes from a place what is different to the place what we are standin’ on. ‘E’d love to go ‘ome. (For the sake of argument, and the fact that he can’t keep the accent straight from one week to the next, it’s decided that Leslie doesn’t keep his own accent but takes the one from whatever body he’s inhabiting. He’s gone from West Country to Brizzle. Or it might be the Chezzy Massive.)

This sphere that we found has a smooth surface, and weighs about a pound. Ren rolls a 17 Investigation. (Matthew asks me to roll a d4; “No reason.” Uh oh. I roll a 4. That’s either really good or really bad.) The sphere is made of glass.

Pilfer: “It’s a snow globe!”

DM: “… It’s opaque.”

Pilfer: “It’s not a snow globe!”

Ren blurts out, ‘Driftglobe!” It will light up as if the Daylight spell is cast. He can speak the command word in Friends and it will light up. It works once per day and recharges at dawn. It can also float.

Milo hears some food shout, a sort of sad, whiny sound, but then it’s gone.

What’s in the bottles? They’re glass, reasonably ornate, long necked, with a rich red fluid in them. Not sauce. Ren opens one and gives it a sniff. It smells like the best food in the world. Leslie advises against drinking it, however. Marcus asks him if he knows what it is; it’s a healing potion. Two seem to be in fancier bottles than the rest. We decide to give Hilda one of the fancy ones. (We now have two remaining RHPs.)

We distribute and take various potions, and then set about deciding what to do. Bingo panics when he realises he doesn’t actually know how to find the horde; Cora manages to calm him down, and earns herself Inspiration.

Leslie seems to have more of an idea of what to do and where he’s going, so we decide to go with him and work in a visit to the horde as and when we can. Bingo thinks we might be starting our own horde. Trendsetters!

Matthew does a sound effect and drowns himself out. “Who’s playing Metallica?” “You are!”

We carry on: The battlefield scenery continues for the better portion of the day. Does it bother us that we’re walking on a carpet of the dead? Well - that’s the thing. There’s not many bodies. Sometimes flying food comes and pecks at it, but when we grab at it, it nips out the way real quick. (We know what birds are, but we are aware that these aren’t birds. These are flying food. There’s a difference.) There are weapons on the ground, but not whole corpses. There are bits, sure, and we can hear friends shouting in the distance.

“I’m Bingo!”

“Can I be Bingo too?”

“Sure!”

(Interesting note - they are all Bingo, but they are all aware which Bingo is which.)

The sky begins to clear. The carnage appears to be thinning. There are fewer weapons, less spoiled food. We snack on what bits of food are still dragging themselves along the ground. Ren: “Mmm, trail mix.”

Cora asks Pilfer if he needs his parasol - he belatedly fumbles around for it. (Also DM has added a sketch book to Ren’s inventory for his lyrics and drawings. He knows it’s his, but he doesn’t know why he’s done all those hieroglyph, squiggly weirdness in between the pictures.)

Something hoves into view as the scenery improves:

Bingo: “I know why they do it - it’s for the freshness!”

Pilfer: “Has anyone got a tin opener?”

Ren: “It’s got its own tin opener strapped to the back of it, look.”

We see the canned food shake its head and draw its can opener as it approaches us. And we roll initiative…

The food goes first; it steps forward and prepares itself to be opened. (It holds an action.)

Milo goes next. He moves forward and tries the first of his two can openers, for a dirty 20 with his javelin. Yeah! He pierces the protective container; we will have to eat this meal today, it won’t keep now. The food pulls Milo's opener out of itself, and there is sauce on the end of it. Milo is delighted.

Cora moves forward, and holds an action, as do Hilda and Marcus. (Marcus makes an INT check to see if he’s noticed he has a quarterstaff yet; he has not.) Ren shambles forward as well, and does the same, holding up his second spear. "Kebab."

Pilfer hucks some cutlery at the food, once he’s within range. 19 to hit with his dagger-spoon. Spork? Ed: “I reckon you could do some serious damage with a spork.”

Leslie shambles up and holds back for now, but Bingo can’t contain himself. He uses all of his movement to get right up to the food, and its tin opener. This is not going to go well for Bingo, as he’s now the only one in range of the food. The food now attacks Bingo.

Ren: “Poor Bingo.”

Cora: “Bingo is about to get a lot shorter.”

Matthew finds the right button and hits Bingo with a 21 and a 22, for 11 slashing damage.

Pilfer: “… Bye, Bingo.”

Luckily the food misses its second attack, and Bingo is still up. He’s only cleaved a bit in twain; he’ll probably walk it off.

Cora has a go at tenderising the suit. She swings her mace, but misses. Milo moves up and uses another can opener - but 15 misses. “This food is tricksy.”

Hilda flings her hand axe but it bounces off the can. Marcus runs up and does a Slam but misses. Ren walks up to the food for an attack as well; he pokes it with his spear, two handed. 15 misses.

You know, food can sometimes be quite dangerous. We should have a rule where we can horde up and all attack together (as in, we can flank for advantage.)

Pilfer, having run out of cutlery, hucks a ‘smol hammer’ at the food as an improvised weapon. 21 hits! Right in the noggin! 1 point of damage, awww.

Leslie stays on the outskirts a bit, but he’s making his way round. Bingo’ll have a go. “He’s so excited!” 9 misses, though. He paws ineffectually at the can, frustrated. The food has a go back, but misses Bingo. The second one hits for 7 damage.

Matthew, clicking buttons: “ Poor… old… Bingo.”

We hear Bingo say, “Ow!” He looks poorly now.

Cora is up. Open this can! She has a try at grappling the food to the floor; she makes a STR check for 14. She does not grapple the food. Milo moves up to flank it with Marcus, and does a bite by making a Slam attack with his teeth. 4 Bludgeoning damage!

Hilda moves up but can’t get near the food, so she elbows Marcus and Ren in the back of the knees. Marcus attacks, now that he’s flanking with Milo, and manages a Slam for 6 bludgeoning damage. Yeah!

Ren shuffles around so he’s flanking with Cora, and has a stabby at the unprotected side - but sadly, even with advantage, he misses. His spear skitters across the surface of the can. Pilfer wishes to Slam him. “Slam to your heart’s content.” Sadly he’s so excited he slams the floor instead.

This is standard Friend tactics - surround and overwhelm - we don’t need to change a thing. Leslie has a go as well now. He misses.

Stuff is leaking from Bingo, but he’s still up and for the first time in his career with this new horde, he scores a 20 to hit for 2 bludgeoning damage. We all cheer.

Canned food does some sword work at Bingo, hits him, and Bingo goes down.

“NO BINGO NO!!!!!”

Bingo is not dead, because he’s significant enough to have a name, we are assured. Hooray! The food takes aim at Milo, but only rolls a nine. Phew!

It’s Cora’s turn. The canned food smells worried. She has another go at grappling it, but rolls a 7 - she uses her Inspiration and grapples it.

Milo has a dim memory of catching something like this that had pinchers, so he pokes between the plates with his javelin to get at the good stuff - and gets a Critical Poke! DM: “I’m not gonna lie to you guys, you needed that.”

Does Milo get any nice chewy bits out? He’s pushed his javelin right through the knee joint; he’s separated the bones in there, and it’s all just connected by meat now. If the food survives this, it will never be knight again. He now has a long career as a meme to look forward to.

This food is now much closer to being prepared now. Milo even gets Inspiration for such a wonderfully timed Nat 20. Hilda takes aim at his other knee, cackling all the while, and hits with a 24 for 6 bludgeoning.

Marcus aims a Slam at its head with 23 to hit for 7 damage; canned food is struggling but not down. The only thing holding it up is Cora’s grapple and the fact that we’re standing all around it. (Like when you pass out at a gig.)

Ren remembers food on a stick (hazy memories) and has another poke - and misses. He realises he’s been using the wrong end of his spear, so he turns it around for next time. DM, through tears of laughter, awards Inspiration.

Pilfer takes a swing and a miss.

Duncan, OOC: “Don’t stop me now…”

Ren realises he’s humming under his breath.

This food is smelling pretty ready now. Not perfect! But close. Bingo makes an Undeath save. a 19! Canned food struggles against Cora’s grapple, but fails. DM: “It is weary, and ready for eats.” Cora wants to start sucking the juice out of the eye holes. She makes an attack but a 14 misses; she used her Inspiration last round.

Milo takes aim at the armpit. DM: “Horrible little man! I love it!” He rolls two 8s, sadly.

Hilda has been cackling since last round, and takes aim at the same spot as last time. 21 hits, for 4 bludgeoning damage and with that the meal cracks open. Underneath the can is lots and lots of lovely freshly prepared food!

Pilfer retrieves his hammer and knife, and Hilda picks up her axe. Marcus stops shovelling food into his mouth for long enough to give Bingo a potion.

Milo wants to bend some metal into a sort of cup shape, and try saving some of the food for later. He can add “Some food in home made can” to his character sheet. Matthew adds that he must note: “Not airtight.”

We all get some treats! 116XP! As we consume our meal we find 8 more gp, some more gems. Marcus asks to keep the can's can opener, as he doesn’t have a weapon; Leslie nudges him and says he might have something on his back. Marcus turns around.

We also find two more RHPs, some fancy boots. We don’t know what they are, but Leslie suggests they might be worth taking along. Pilfer claims them, and the food’s hat. The head falls out; Ren starts digging around behind the jaw for the good bits. We also find a fancy stick! Milo knows what it is - and now he has Proficiency in Investigation rolls. He and Ren both know it’s a magic stick. Not just a stick, either - a staff. It’s got a snake’s head on it. He doesn’t know the exact nature of it, due to his own nature. Marcus picks up the tin opener/greatsword.

We have a nice sit down meal. Bingo is so delighted with us and our micro-horde, he’s starting to forget about looking for the main one.

We decide to devote another week to this, as we started late. We finish with a dream for Cora:

She knows she’s asleep. She is in a pretty setting of rolling meadows; she feels at peace. She knows that she knows more now, but can’t grasp what exactly that is. It is the height of summer. A bright red comet races across the sky, and it starts to rain. The sky grows dark, and she feels a sense of melancholy. The rain grows heavier. At a table in the middle of the meadow is an old man, gorging himself on food from silver plates. His eyes turn black, and he smiles. (A midget talks backwards and is gone.) The old man becomes a figure holding a sword and speaking gibberish. A mountain crumbles to dust. The figure advances. It grasps Cora by the throat -

And she wakes up.

#dnd #tradeway2 #campaign diary

[all-things-fic]

Need Your Love So Bad

Hi, you lovely lot. What have we got here? It’s short, it snappy. It involves a quickie. A husband!harry, a dad!harry. Happy Sunday, you babes. I’m now going to walk back into the darkness and get cracking on my longer pieces that are playing hard ball. Loads of love .x 

***

The sound of Fleetwood Mac’s, Need Your Love So Bad, filled your senses as it played from the other room. You were singing lightly under your breath to the music, so focused on neatly folding your husband “tighty whities” and sorting through the kids school uniforms for the week ahead, that the sight of your actual husband casually resting against the doorframe didn’t enter your psyche.

Harry watched silently, arms crossed over his white t-shirt and jogging bottoms covered in a sticky substance – he couldn’t tell you where it had come from - having finished dealing with your two small children that morning during breakfast. His eyes fell to the sway of your hips, as you moved from side to side, admiring the way the baggy t-shirt your wore exposed how you weren’t wearing a bra and how wrapped up you were in Mom Mode (as he called it),  quickly leaning down to push another load of dirty clothes into your washing machine.

Your lips tilted up into a soft smile as you heard your children squealing with laughter from the living room. Whether it was from happiness or relief that they weren’t fighting for once, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you didn’t care. It was Sunday. Sunday’s were family days and the way that the skies looked incredibly blue, a strong sunshine coming through the windows of you family home, it didn’t matter that half-term was over and the kids were back to school tomorrow. This February was shaping up nicely, very nicely in fact.

You yelped when you felt his strong arms slip around your waist from behind, his hips pressing against yours and meeting your sway without causing much to change.

“And when the lights are low, and its time to go, that’s when I need your love so bad,” he mumbled deeply against your shoulder, lips puckering into a faint couple of kisses, nose turning into your neck and inhaling deeply.

“You scared me, you prat,” you laughed, slightly tapping his hands, still swaying. He smiled, you could feel his lips against your skin.

“’M’sorry,” his voice meshed against your skin – not sorry at all – his hand sliding down to your hips and massaging lightly. “Breakfast stuff’s washed-“

You hummed your thanks to him. “They sound happy-“

“Daddy may have told them they can watch television for a little longer this morning,” he pulled his face away from your neck, his mischievous eyes sparkling down at you.

“Did he?” you mused, head tilting to the side slightly, “And why’d he do that?”

“Why’d you think?”

Harry slid his hand around the front of your joggers, playfully toying with the drawstrings at the front and enjoying the way that you head fell back against his shoulder.  “So why don’t you give it up, and bring it home to me-“ he sang, nosing along your skin and trying to shove the collar of his t-shirt further down your shoulder to expose the soft skin of your clavicle.

“Hey,” you started to protest, voice already breathy at the thought of your husband taking you over the top of the washer, when he slipped his hand underneath your waistband, it resting flat against your lower stomach. “They could walk right in here-“

“They won’t,” he counter argued, without much of an argument.

“You don’t know that,” you backed up against him, feeling him pressed against your right bum cheek.

“Let’s switch Mom Mode off, shall we?,” he coaxed, pressing against you more so he could take the loosely held school uniform jumper out of your hands to drop it back into the laundry basket. “Daddy thinks Mommy needs this. Does Mommy agree?” he hummed, nudging his nose into your cheek, his mouth parted so you could feel his wet and warm breath as he breathed in little pants of anticipation.

This was wild for you now. The possibility of quickly shagging in your utility room, halfway through finishing up laundry without a lock on the door and the likelihood of your five year old son walking in on the two of you because his little sister was trying to shove something up her nose again. You swore she took after Harry for that because you were pretty certain that you were a “graceful little girl who never had as much as bruise or scratch upon her legs.”

But God, yes, you needed this.

“Does Mommy want Daddy to bend her over the top of the washing machine that she so desperately wanted because of the thirty different washing options it had, including the setting that removed creases so she didn’t have to worry about the fuckin’ ironing-“

You could’ve slapped him for that one, feeling the way he smirked as he took the piss out of your excitement for something that made you realise just how much of a wife and a mom you had become.

However, you mouth was suddenly incredibly dry, your mind elsewhere as you harshly swallowed while you looked at Harry from the corner of your eye. His brow was furrowed as he kept his eyes closed and waited for you to respond.

“Answer me,” he whispered, heavily, eyes opening to meet yours. Big and blinking slowly back at him. His lips felt heavy, pressed against the corner of your mouth as your joggers beginning to feel looser around your hips with Harry undoing the draw strings.

“Y’want me to shag you?” he pressed forward with a gentle rock, his kisses moving down your jaw as you closed your eyes. “’Aven’t shagged your properly since I got ‘ome, wha’ kinda husband does that make me, ‘ey?” he breathed against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the skin.

“The shit kind,” you joke, Harry playfully jostling your hips with his hands before you squealed, laughing lightly as he manoeuvred you so your body was bent forward, cheek pressed against the black granite of your utility room, stomach pressed awkwardly against the front of  your washing machine.

Your palms slid over the counter, trying to find something to hold you steady and there was a bit of a clatter as you knocked over detergent, that luckily for you still had the lid on.

Laughing against the work surface, you heard Harry shushing you around his own chuckle. “Fuck me, love,” he breathed as his laughter died down and he pressed his forehead in between your shoulder blades. “Don’t do things by halves, do yer?”

As he raised up, you looked at him, the way his hair was messy and flopping into his eyes. His gaze moved from where he continued to rock into your covered bum cheek, up to meet yours.

Tight against the counter, his hands slid up and under your baggy t-shirt, tugging messily at the joggers and your underwear, feeling them slide down your legs. His hands pawed at your skin, tugging you closer to him. “You’re so sexy to me, y’know tha’?” he murmured, shuffling behind you, “Drive me fuckin’ mad, all the time-“

He stepped away, no more than half a step, and muffled his groan as he tugged at his own joggers and left them halfway down his thighs, resting under his arse cheeks as he exposed his leaking cock to the cool air. His hand bunched up your shirt, pushing it up so it sat against the middle of your back and revealled your arse so openly to him.

You tried to make it so you could see him clearer from over your shoulder, but it was no use. You could just about make out the way his right shoulder moved as he worked himself up, his hand pressing down at the bottom of your back to try and get you to arch in that way that he liked.

“You’re gonna love every minute of this,” he started, voice a bit frantic now but confident in its delivery, “gotta be quick-“ you could feel him bobbing behind you, his hand sliding his cock between your folds as he slipped his head into you, this low groan leaving the back of his throat. And then the pressure returned as he pressed forward, all the way into you in one long, smooth stroke that burned slightly, thanks the lack of time that had meant loving each other had had to slide.

He tried to fight the way you arched up from the counter, head falling against your forearm with the breathiest cry he’d ever heard from you. His public bone tapped against your arse, and he took to dropping down against the back of your shoulder to get you to comply with him.

“Keep that arse nice ‘n high for me, darlin’,” he requested, as you fell lax against the counter again.

And while you were lackadaisical in how you lay there and took it, there was nothing Sunday morning or leisurely about the way he worked behind you. The rhythm of his hips, the ragged breathing that hit the top of your back, as he dipped down and rocked back up, pressing forward, completely relentless and unapologetic for it.    

“You listenin’ to Peter Green tell you all the words that your husband wants to say but would much rather show his fuckin’ gorgeous wife,” he grunted, making mention to the music that continued to play, watching the way your mouth fell, your knees knocking against the door of the washing machine with a bang that was without doubt going to leave a bruise or two.

“S’better than sorting out the fuckin’ washing, hmm?” Harry ground out, teeth baring as he harshly breathed and tried to move the hair that had fallen into your face away with his nose.

“Yes,” you whined, hunching forward as your raised up on your forearms, head hanging. Harry groaned at the new angle, his hand coming up to grip at your left shoulder, cupping at the area of skin where your neck and shoulder met. “Fuck, H, that’s-“

“’s’fuckin’ good, in’it”, he agreed breathlessly, taking the words right out of your mouth. And you wished you could see him, even with you head down, eyes just about making out the way his hips were moving behind you, as his hand tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, trying to bunch the fabric up around his stomach. He growled when he failed, but not wanting to stop to remove it completely.

As you looked up you could almost make out his reflection, which was slightly obscured in the kitchen tile, but better than nothing at all.

“Show me ‘em”, he begged, falling into you again, his chin digging into your neck as he peered over your shoulder to see your front. You roughly push your t-shirt up and he grabbed for the bottom on shirt to keep it from dropping and covering your breasts against. He groaned, as he saw the way your breasts moved as he thrusted up, before he pulled back and his eyes drop down.

Spoilt for choice, Harry was mesmerised by the swell of your arse as it bounced from each powerful thrust, the way you were trying to get a bit of control as you gripped to his hip from behind and he brought his hand down to curl around the top of your arm and squeezed, only slightly. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted with pants. His hand came down to tap your arse cheek, lightly.

You caved in and fell forward again, your now sweaty forehead falling down to the cool black granite, as you whined while you ground and backed up onto him, “Do it properly.”

“Wha’s tha’-“ he questioned, teeth gritted.

“Do it nicely,” you pushed back again, a bit brazen questioning the way he had delivered the slap and sighing as you felt his hand smoothing over your arse cheek before gripping at the flesh. This time the slap was a little harsher, a bit sharper with its blow.

“S’tha’ what y’wanted?” he muttered as you dropped your head again and nodded the minute the smack had been given, another low whimper of his name. “Always give you wha’ you want, don’t I, darlin’? Have me in the palm of your hand, don’t ya? Look at me-”

His request was soft, as you turned to look at him with glazed eyes. It was the first time you’d seen his flushed out skin, the way his jawline appeared sharper and his lips that much more pink.

“Fuck me, you look good,” he groaned, nostrils flaring as he fought to calm his breathing. “You comin’ on me,” and you whined slightly shaking your head no as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled, dirtily - he knew differently - as he dropped forward. “I think you are,” he mouthed, his hips continuing to press into you as your thighs started shake. “Darlin’, you’re killin’ me-“

“Oh god,” you cried out, eyes falling and nostrils flaring as you breathed deeply. You were vaguely aware of Harry falling closer to you, his nose in your cheek again as rumbles came from his chest, against your back, with low groans that were encouraging you to let go. Specks of light appeared in your vision and with your mouth  agape, he heard the way your moans started to become louder, his hand cupping up around your jaw and trying to cover your mouth.

“Need t’be quieter, love,” he warned, his own groans getting the better of him as his mouth fell open against your cheek.

Your entire body tingled as you heard him swearing as you began to come around him, you knew he was right there with you. “Fuck me,” he gritted, “’m comin’- comin’” and you were just about there enough to rock back against him as he choked your name out in this wet whimper against your skin.

His weight was heavy against you as you both hunched over the work surface, Harry’s cock softening inside if you, while you tried to catch your breath.

“Christ almighty,” he panted against your shoulder blade. “Have no idea where the fuck that came from-“ you were mid chuckle when the bang on the other side of the door caused you both to jump out of your skin.

“Mommy,” you heard, followed by what seems to be the starting of a cry.

“’M coming,” you responded, feeling Harry smirk against your skin as you slapped him lightly when he rose to stand alongside you but didn’t detach his front from your back. “Stop it-“

“Stop wha’-“

You cut your eyes to him, as this boyish stare with twinkling eyes looked back at you. He should not have looked endearing right now – with his haphazard hair and flushed cheeks – especially not with the performance he just put in.

“You’re welcome, Mommy-“ he kisses you lips gently, murmuring those words against them before tapping your bare arse again and sending you on your way, reminding you with a jibing comment to pull your joggers up before you go.

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RULES: Tell who is your favorite character from 10 fictional works (Shows, Movies, Novels, Etc.) The order is irrelevant. x)

1. Syaoran (Li)/ Tsubasa Li; had a super crush on him in CCS when I was a kid, and now a super crush on him in TRC. weeps

2. Aomine Daiki (KNB); he’ll always be my son

3.  Kagami Taiga (KNB); the second son from the basuke manga

4. Akashi Seijuurou (KNB); the third adopted son

5. Kaitou Kid (Detective Conan); also a super mega crush on him when I was young lmao.

6. Megaman.exe/Rockman.exe; somehow my fave charas were those who I had crushes on when I was young weeps;;

7. Dan/ny Fent/om; oop mega crush right there lol

8. Conan Edogawa; he was also my son; small detective son.

9. Sakuraaaaaaaaaaaaa Kinomoto; I love her, what precious

10. Izuki Shun; I like him, he’s gr8. askjfhk;;

Tagged by @arcs-and-blah (thank you so much for remembering me!! You’re such an angel <3333 

Rules: Write 92 truths about yourself then tag other people

LAST…

[1] Drink: Green Tea

[2] Phone call: Auntie

[3] Text message: This store I buy bubble tea from x)

[4] Song you listened to: Game Grumps let’s play?

[5] Time you cried: a few days ago.

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] Dated someone twice: No.

[7] Been cheated on: No.

[8] Kissed someone and regretted it: Regret the entire thing honestly LOL;

[9] Lost someone special: Yes.

[10] Been depressed: Always.

[11] Gotten drunk and thrown up: _(:3; well...

LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLORS…

[12]  red 

[13] gray

[14] the entire color wheel.

IN THE LAST YEAR…

[15] made new friends: Yes! ^Q^

[16] fallen out of love: Yep.

[17] laughed until you cried: laughed hard, but never cried. x);;;

[18] found out someone was talking about you: Yeah; not a pleasant feeling being salted against. ^_T!!

[19] met someone who changed you: Yep!

[20] found out who your true friends are: Yes! Though sadly distance. _(:3

[21] kissed someone on your Facebook list: lmfao, yea.

GENERAL…

[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them.

[23] do you have any pets: Nope!

[24] do you want to change your name: Sure. 

[25] what did you do for your last birthday: ...Uh...go to school.

[26] what time did you wake up: 6-7am.

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: drawing.

[28] name something you cannot wait for: MY MERCH HAUL~!!

[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: a few days ago.

[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: just wanna get off this stupid rock. :’)

[31] what are you listening to right now: Silence and my keyboard typing.

[32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: 0: no.

[33] something that is getting on your nerves: people lecturing me even though they think it’s for my own good.

[34] most visited website: tweetdeck/twitter

[35] elementary: nonexistent

[36] high school: backstabbed

[37] college: listless

[38] hair color: black

[39] long or short hair: shoulder length.

[40] do you have a crush on someone: no.

[41] what do you like about yourself: diligent

[42] piercings: ears!

[43] blood type: I think O.

[44] nickname: kyun.

[45] relationship status: single and keeping it that way. x)

[46] zodiac sign: libra

[47] pronouns: she/her

[48] fav tv show: non anime would be… anything that has to do with detective or cool stuffs

[49] tattoos: none and I don’t plan to.

[50] right or left hand: right

FIRST…

[51] surgery: None!

[52] piercing: Ears when I was in Junior year of HS.

[53] best friend: never had one.

[54] sport: karate?

[55] vacation: brought back to China.

[56] pair of trainers: no idea what the heckie that is.

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eating: nothing

[58] drinking: Green tea.

[59] I’m about to: draw or something.

[60] listening to: game grumps.

[61] waiting for: nothing

[62] want: energy to draw lol

[63] get married: to my tablet

[64] career: I just want to bum.

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: hugs are the best; kisses---depends.

[66] lips or eyes: always the god-damned puppy eyes.

[67] shorter or taller: shorter is nice.

[68] older or younger: I get along better with older people.

[69] romantic or spontaneous: romantic.

[70] nice arms or nice stomach: need a good reference: arms. I love chub.

[71] sensitive or loud: sensitive

[72] hook up or relationship: both is fine as long as I’m not overly invested in it.

[73] troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant, bc I need someone to keep my impulse in check.

HAVE YOU EVER…

[74] kissed a stranger: no

[75] drank hard liquor: yes

[76] lost glasses/contact lenses: lol yea

[77] turned someone down: many times

[78] sex on first date?: lmfao

[79] broken someone’s heart?: tried not to, but probably did.

[80] had your own heart broken?: yeah, many times.

[81] been arrested?: no

[82] cried when someone died?: of course.

[83] fallen for a friend?: always and unfortunately.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

[84] yourself?: yea

[85] miracles?: no

[86] love at first sight?: iunno, I like falling in love with friends first.

[87] Santa Claus?: no

[88] kiss on the first date?: no, kisses are way too important to me for this.

[89] angels?: probably.

OTHER…

[90] current best friend’s name: wacom bamboo tablet (lmfao)

[91] eye color: dark brown.

[92] favorite movie: iunno...

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anyways, thanks for reading all of this if you did; anyways time to hibernate and get some energy back from today zz

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