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mashioca · 4 months

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The Brothers’ + Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon’s reaction to GN!MC teasing them in public 18+

CW! Exhibitionism, degradation (Belphe)

-Lucifer

definitely does it during one of Diavolo’s meetings.

MC decides that they will make it the best time to humiliate Lucifer!

They slowly travel their hands up higher and higher up his thigh before he stops them.

He glares one of his most terrifying glares, only for a second.

When you get home? Make sure you don’t have any plans for the next week.

He uses a riding crop to smack your bare ass against his desk, begging him for forgiveness.

Maybe if you’re good and obey well enough, he will *consider* letting you ride his thigh.

Until then, he wants you to cry out.

“You’re not to please yourself until I hear a genuine apology.”

-Mammon

Mammon’s doing his usual thing, betting his money on casinos.

You decide to come along, why not? It might be fun!

You start to get bored; it’s the same thing over and over again.

You sit on Mammon’s lap; he sees it as an innocent gesture, none the wiser of your plans.

You grind your ass against his crotch, seeing if he can keep up with the game.

Sure enough, he can’t

He drags you off to the nearest bathroom and fucks you right then and there.

“D-Damn it, MC! You just gotta tease me like that, huh? F-fuck..”

-Leviathan

He is live streaming his favorite game, Ruri Tunes!

You’re observing in the background, keeping up with his chat.

His chat seems pretty dead, even with the number of viewers he has.

You decide to fix that.

You get out of the view of the camera and go under the desk Levi’s playing at.

He doesn’t notice anything until he feels something palming against his groin.

He makes a sound, almost like a moan. His face grows bright red.

The rest of the stream consists of him muting and unmuting his microphone as his gameplay gradually gets worse.

“N-Normie! Stop doing—! Hah..”

-Satan

You’re reading with him back at RAD’s library.

You're reading a book you randomly picked based on the title, but a specific scene makes you think

The scene is about the main love interests finally getting to love each other, but the scene is more spicy than you thought.

You close your book and head over to the demon that’s sitting beside you.

You unzip his pants and take out his member.

Needless to say, he is somewhat pissed that you interrupted his reading time, but at the same time, he isn’t fighting back.

You begin to pump his penis at a rapid pace.

By the end of it, he has a crimson-red blush across his face, and he is breathing heavily.

“MC.. I can’t focus. Do that..hah.. later.”

-Asmodeus

You both are getting ready for a photoshoot. You both are in the changing rooms, trying out outfits.

You both are in nothing but your undergarments.

Something about that clearly excites him, seeing as he has a hard-on

You look at the clock, and you still have 30 minutes before the actual shoot.

You pounce on him, and he gets the hint right away.

You both make it to the shoot barley on time, only with a bit of limping from the both of you.

“You’re so naughty, my dear~! I’ll be sure to please you ♡."

-Beelzabub

You both are at a restaurant that just opened.

He practically BEGGED to go to this place with you.

You had your fill, but Beel still doesn’t show signs of slowing down.

You didn’t bring anything to distract you for the time being, so you decided on the next best thing.

Your foot slowly travels up towards his groin, teasing it lightly.

He doesn’t react much, but a light pink hue is dusted on his cheeks.

Once he finishes his plate, he picks you up and finds a bathroom or empty ally.

When he’s done with his "desert,” you aren’t able to walk at all; you need him to carry you.

“I’m hungry for desert, MC. Can I have you?”

-Belphegor

He doesn’t go out much, but that makes it all the more exciting.

He is sleeping in after class, as usual.

You decide to put his sleepiness to the test.

You crawl under the desk, undo his pants, and watch as his cock springs out.

You go on to suck his dick, maybe for an hour before he wakes up.

When he does, oh boy! He’s going to be a bit more forceful with you.

“Mmnn.. slut.”

-Diavolo

He’s doing his work, with his servants coming in and out and checking up on him.

Little do they know that you’re under his desk.

Diavolo is almost an expert at covering up his emotions.

You take this as a challenge.

You suck on his dick harder, trying to fit his whole member in your mouth.

He finally finishes his paperwork, but now he has a bit more work to take care of.

“Haha, I see what you’re trying to do, MC.”

-Barbatos

He never stays in one place for long, being a butler and all.

The only time he stays still is when he is with Diavolo.

Lucky for you, his tail is sensitive.

When he stops to talk with Diavolo, you’re beside him, stroking his tail.

He’s even better at masking his emotions than Diavolo!

When work is done and everyone is asleep, let’s hope he goes easy on you.

He will tease you with his tail all night if it means you’ll learn a lesson.

“Don’t try these tricks again, especially around Young Master.”

-Solomon

You’re walking around in the House of Lamentation.

He just so happens to run into you as well.

You both walk around the place, talking about random subjects.

He makes some embarrassing comments and talks about embarrassing topics.

You decide to get some well-deserved revenge.

You pull him into an empty hallway.

The next thing you know, you’re grinding against his clothed cock.

He isn’t exactly embarrassed; he has done this to you before!

“Well, look who decided to join in on the fun~.”

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just---stuff · 4 months

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Oh damn me posting something? This must be a Christmas miracle!! I got the idea of drawing all the characters in cpau after seeing redraws of the comic on Tumblr

Ofc I first started with my bbg Error, he's just so pretty and awesome I love him so much <3, too bad we couldn't see much about him in the comic

I'm already working on the next character, it's going to be tots of fun and so rad my brahs

I love that cpau became so iconic in the fandom that it must defrost every Christmas month, like Mariah Carey

Anyway I hope I'll be able to draw all of the sanses (and paps) and not give up like inktobertale ☆

#my art #fanart #error sans #art #digital art #cpau #christmas part au #undertale au #utmv

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years

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I literally just read through your entire blog and I am so impressed with how you write for the obey me characters. Could I request the obey me characters with a reader that's half succubus/incubus so they have certain needs once in a while but just try and hold it till it physically hurts? But it comes at random no matter the time or place. Whether it be in school, at a meeting, what was supposed to be a fun shopping spree ect.

Aww thanks for reading my little rambles :') and for being so sweet. Also wow I love this ask so damn much. Going into heat will never not be hot.

Desperate Measures

Obey me characters x Sub GN!MC

It had been growing inside you for quite a while now - this knot in your stomach, a dull constant ache. But you'd trained yourself to deal with it. You could handle it pretty well, especially given that you were half succubi/incubi.

However, you knew it would grow to the point you couldn't hold it anymore. You just had to make sure you were alone when that happened, away from friends and family. And you'd have to relieve yourself over and over for the next three days.

Atleast...that was the plan. But now you were leaning against the wall, barely keeping yourself upright with the pounding in your head and the desire spreading rapidly into your blood. This was worse than anything you'd experienced before. Your hands made way into your underwear, trying to provide yourself some sort of relief.

Yet, that wasn't even the worst part. You weren't alone. He was there, right next to you, feeling your arousal that hung so heavily in the air.

"MC..." He called out your name and the flame inside you lapped at your heart. Fuck, you need him. NOW. One glance and you knew he'd readily relieve you. He was holding back, just waiting for you to ask. You watched his face flush red as you desperately whispered his name.

"Lucifer..."

He didn't need to be asked any further. He promptly fixes your dishevelled state before taking you straight to the student council. He locks the door securely as you hold onto his arm for support.

"Noone is supposed to come here for the next three hours." You see him pull off his gloves with his teeth, unbuttoning the RAD uniform. "Will that be enough for you?"

You nodded wordlessly, rubbing your thighs together to hide your excitement. He unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants before he pulled you into his lap.

"Next time just summon me. What were you thinking doing in the hallway in uniform?" Lucifer muttered in your ear, his hands cupping your sex.

"Heat...too much at once...sorry..." You mumbled apologies as he unbuttoned your shirt and let his cold hands skim over your perked nipple. He smirked. "I haven't done this in a while. Be prepared. I might get rougher than you're used to."

🥀

"Mammon..."

He draws a sharp breath as he realises what he might have to do. He promptly puts a protective arm around you and takes you to the closest storage room he can find.

"Oi, could you not look at me like that?" He struggles to meet your needy gaze, his heart pounding. "You're driving me crazy, MC..."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help it..." You turn your gaze downwards. And now it's worse. Mammon holds your face with both his hands before kissing you tenderly. The way your tongue darts out at him catches him off-guard.

He meets your intensity eagerly. At the back of his head, he imagines what would happen if it was someone else who saw you like that. And he hates it. Mine. He repeats quietly as he bites into your neck.

His hands move downwards, pulling you tight towards him, his erection pushing between your thighs. You moan into his mouth. He lets out a guttural growl. "You better not to go anyone else when you're like this, get that MC?"

🥀

"Levi..."

"M-MC!" His head is turning to mush even as you try to explain what's going on. Only he already knows it and is losing his mind seeing you like this.

"Please help...Levi..." You plead. He should have been the last possible choice. He wouldn't even know how to do it well, so it relieves you. Aren't you better off asking Asmo?

And yet he says none of this out loud. He helps you to his room, his body trembling and burning at your proximity and what he knows is about to come. You rush out of your clothes, sitting in his bathtub. His heart is about to jump out of his chest looking at your eager eyes.

"L-lean back." Levi cushions your head against his hand, on the edge of the tub. "This must be so uncomfortable I'm sorry..." You simply shake your head and close your eyes. He takes the hint. Gingerly, he lets his unworthy lips touch yours.

And in the very next, he loses all restraint. Your entire bodies are entangle, his whimpers and desperate kisses against your skin already driving you insane. He thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow, like his life depends on it.

🥀

"Satan.."

There are a dozen potions and a hundred spells he knew, all that could have helped you out of this. And Satan could have definitely used any one of those. But calling his name out like that...was foul play.

"Are you sure you want me to relieve you?" He tucked a stray hair behind your ear, as you both hid behind a bookshelf in the library. His touch sent you reeling for more. "I may not be able to stop once I start, MC..."

"I won't stop you." You held onto his hand as he tried to pull away. "Use me as you will. Just please, touch me, Satan." Something snapped in his mind.

His hands were fast and greedy as he almost ripped the buttons off your shirt. You threw your head back, overwhelmed by his vigor and ferocity. You felt his teeth sinking into your skin to leave marks all over.

But then he was deliberately slow. While he did want to relieve you, make you more comfortable - he didn't want to let this side of you go. He wanted to savor your taste,touch and moans longer. Much, much longer.

🥀

"Asmo.."

The absolute delight on his face is unparalleled. It's as if he'd been waiting for this very day. Honestly, he was the best possible person to run into in your situation. Who can better take care of you than the Avatar of Pleasure himself?

"Oh, MC. Tsk tsk, why did you wait so long?" He scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the comfort of his bed. He wants your smell to linger. He wants to lay in it at night, jerking himself off again.

You throbbed with desire as he stripped himself off and unbuttoned your uniform painfully slow. You whined his name to hurry him up. "So impatient, so adorable..." He chuckles.

He sits up pulling you to his lap. You didn't even need prep at this point, you are already dripping on his sheets as he suckles on your chest.

"So smooth and tight...ah MC you really are something else aren't you?! Ahaha I think I might get addicted to your body like this...what will you do about it then?" He bounces you on his dick like his favourite fuck toy.

🥀

"Beel..."

He's worried more than anything else as he carries you to your room. You look so much in pain, can you get you medicine? How can he help?

He doesn't understand what's wrong until you let him see your dampening underwear. "Hm? Oh..." He goes quiet as he blushes. Your smell is slowly intoxicating him.

He presses a finger to the growing damp spot, making you yelp, "B-Beel..." His face inches closer, he wants to drink you in like Demonus. His tongue lashes out, slurping you up through the panties.

You moan and rut into his face as he pulls down the underwear and sucks you off relentlessly. It's a never ending cycle - the more he sucks, the more aroused you are and the more you release.

"Use this now, Beel. Please..." You carress his bulge through his pants, letting your feet lightly run over it. And he's more than ready to do it at command.

🥀

"Belphie..."

"Come to bed." He takes you by the hand and plops himself down the bed first, asking you to be on top of him. Turns out he required assistance too.

"You caused this, MC." He smirked, raising his hips to rub his erection on you. "So turn youself around. Let's help each other out."

You groaned and did as he asked. Even now, he wouldn't stop being a brat. You felt him pull down your pants, groping your ass.

It seems he was using anticipation to turn you on, and it was working. You felt heat pool between legs, dripping and ready as he pushed his fingers deep inside you. You gripped his erection making his groan and grip your thighs.

"You're such a tease, MC." He bites into your soft flesh. "You're no different." You snap back and you both break into smiles.

🥀

"Solomon..."

He runs his thumb over your trembling lips. As much as he wants this, he's conflicted. The way you are pulling him closer, your fingers dancing on his neck - how painfully tempting.

"I have spells to calm you temporarily. And once we go home I can make you a potion to suppress-" You shut him up with a kiss. He couldn't hold back his arms from wrapping around you, lifting you off the ground.

"I'd much rather have you...please..." You whisper urgently into his ear, placing a kiss right under it. His desire grows tenfold, his fears now put to rest. "Then I'll be delighted to oblige."

Seconds later you are both naked and entangled under his sheets, the door to his room locked shut. He devours your moans hungrily, as he fills you up with himself. Over and over and yet it wasn't enough for either of you.

He littered your skin with bites and marks, holding your hands above your head. Hours upon hours and yet he never stopped once. "S-Solomon, too much, I can't.. can't cum anymore..." You lost count of how many times you've done it but he simply kisses your forehead. "One last round, MC, I know you can do it..."

🥀

"Simeon..."

He lets you lean on him, as your knees sway and buckle under your weight. Your cheeks feel warm and tingly on his shoulders. He knows what you're asking but he's not sure he can give it to you.

But his head gets clouded with deep-set anger and jealousy as he pictures you with anyone else. "Not here,MC, let's go somewhere quieter."

You sit in his room, between his legs, his hands wrapped around your waist. "Does this help?" He whispers as he lets his hands carress your chest, over your shirt. You nod as his touch turns more eager, more aggresive. One of hands unbuttoning you and slipping inside.

"Mmh...Simeon!" You yell out his name as he takes the shirt right off you, kissing your neck to your shoulder. His breath is so ragged and heavy, his restrain is admirable. Especially given the growing bulge against your hips.

"Your expression..so pretty...I can't stop watching you, MC." You watched him stare at you in the mirror, his hands now spreading apart your legs, palming your crotch. The lust in his eyes was overwhelming.

🥀

"Barbatos..."

The man is overflowing with the need to serve, to please. He asks no questions about it. Simply lifts you up in his arms and carries you off to his chambers. He sets you down gently on his bed, taking his gloves off. He wants no layers between your bodies. None.

Your needy eyes drive him crazy as he hurries to undress you. You cover up your naked self, embarrassed and excited. "Don't worry, MC, I'll do my very best. I'll make you enjoy every minute of it."

It takes him barely fifteen minutes to get you overstimulated and crying out for release. He's building it up to the epic end; you can tell by his smile. "B-Barbatos please...too much...just let me please...just..."

"As you wish, MC." His tail appears out of nowhere, wrapping around your legs and spreading them apart, right before his penetrates you all at once. His mouth latches onto your neck. He feels the vibrations as you scream his name in pleasure.

"Please be sure to come to me, if such a problem arises again. Am I understood, MC?" He mumurs into your back, after he's flipped you around. You simply nod, your words incoherent as he pounds into you again.

🥀

"Diavolo..."

He wouldn't have cared about the people or place if your need was too dire. He's the Prince after all, who would dare speak up against him? And especially when he's simply trying to help out a student in need?

"Diavolo...there would be better." You had to point towards the washrooms as he was already lifted you into his arms, making your legs cross behind his back, arms draped around his neck.

He was silent at first. Eyes dark with lust and desire as you lifted your arms for him to undress. "I didn't know humans are...this beautiful..." He let his fingers run down your bare chest and stomach.

"...so soft." He mumbled as he pressed his face against your chest. "...so good." His tongue savored the taste of your skin. "Mhmmm Diavolo..." Your voice was so much prettier like this. Should he always keep you in this state?

It was a miracle how you fit his whole length inside you. Diavolo traced your abdomen, he could see himself bulge inside. It drove him mad with excitement. You were already leaking out and he hadn't even started thrusting yet.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me solomon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me Simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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forever-rogue · 8 months

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Okay so normally I’d do this off anon, but honestly I’m really hurt by it and just wanna submit something for your writing pleasure if you’d like to write something like it. So recently I was meant to meet up with someone that I thought was so different than other dudes I talked to and he just completely ghosted me. He used to wake me up with good morning beautiful messages and now I’m left with absolutely nothing. I was hoping you could make on where that happens but it’s like a mess up with the towers or something and then Eddie or Steve shows up with flowers and everything like days later when they realize the readers not gotten any of their messages. They explain it and show them how they didn’t go through and reader just throws themselves into their arms crying and saying that they didn’t think they were good enough for them but the boys just prove to them how amazing and wonderful they are.

AN | This would feel so terrible! Luckily, Eddie is not the type of guy to just ghost someone 🥰

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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"You're doing it again," you looked up from your phone and found Alicia watching you with a knowing little smile. Your entire face flushed with warmth as you locked your phone and tucked it away, "mhmm, just like I thought."

"Shut up," you groaned, throwing her the middle finger as you walked to the kitchen. She might have been your best friend and your roommate, but damn. She read you too well sometimes, "mind your business."

"How am I supposed to mind my business when you're pining over some boy?" She sang the last word and you business yourself with making some tea, "a certain boy that calls you princess and beautiful and angel. Now that's like romance novel level shit."

"I…no, ugh. Stop," you pleaded with her, trying to hide the fact that you were grinning widely and flushed like crazy, "he doesn't do that."

"I've seen the texts," she tutted and you hid your face behind your hands, "its alright, babe! I think it's really sweet actually. He's totally into you."

"Maybe," you sighed softly, "but I do like him a lot. He's really sweet."

"Are you going to see him again?" Yeah, you sure hoped you would. The first date with Eddie had been nothing short of magical. You didn't believe in love at first sight or anything of the sort…but Eddie definitely had you questioning that. And that was scary in and of itself, "I feel like you need to. I'm personally invested."

"I will," you promised, tummy swirling with butterflies. The mere thought of seeing his pretty face again made your heart flutter, "I want to see him again. Alicia, ugh, I really like him already."

"So romantic," she agreed as you put a little honey in your tea. You stirred it thoughtfully before taking a long, slow sip. You hoped the tea and its magical powers would cause your head to remain straight and your thinking in order. Before you could say anything else your phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime call, "speak of the devil."

Your heart started to pitter patter excitedly as you contemplated whether or not to answer it. Obviously you wanted but you didn't want to seem too desperate. You looked at Alicia and she just pushed the phone towards you.

With a groan you grabbed your tea and phone and rushed to your room, accidentally slamming the door behind you.

"Sorry!" You called out before taking a moment to catch your breath before answering the call. Your heart almost stopped when you saw his pretty face beaming at you through the screen, "hi."

"Hey pretty girl," oh no. His voice was soft and smooth like honey and velvet. He was definitely going to be the death of you, "how're you?"

"Hi handsome," you set the tea down and flopped onto your bed, trying to act calm and casual, "I'm alright! Just got home a little bit ago. Work was…rough. Just one of those days I guess. How are you?"

"Ahh, you know, same old, same old. Got some pretty rad ideas for DnD for the next time the kids are in town," he waved his hand around, causing you to giggle. He was always so expressive, and it was a quality you enjoyed about him, "but my day is much better now that I've gotten to see your pretty face."

"Stop," you buried your face into your pillows, groaning loudly as Eddie laughed. He loved getting you all flustered and shy, "you're being gross and mushy!"

"I'm only being honest," when you allowed yourself to look back at your phone you found him smiling softly, "I've got a question for you, if I may."

"Of course…"

"Will you," he paused for dramatic effect, leaning in closer, "go on another date with me? Maybe this Saturday if it's not too crazy of an ask?"

"Yes!" Your answer was given without hesitation, so excited that it caught both of you off guard. Eddie's cheeks pinked as you gnawed on your bottom lip, "I mean.. yeah, that'd be cool. Totally works for me. I'm so cool and calm about all of this."

"Such a little dork," he leaned back, stretching and taking a moment to collect himself. He didn't want to seem too desperate, and the fact that you were so eager made him feel so good. He'd never had someone make him feel this way before; but he'd known from the start that you were special, "I like it - you."

"Me too," you promised softly, "what did you have in mind?"

"Let me surprise you," he suggested and your curiosity parked up, "I'll pick you up and we can go on an adventure. Whaddaya say?"

"Sounds like you've got yourself a date," the two of you exchanged shy smiles, the anticipation buzzing between the two of you, "now, tell me about these DnD ideas!"

Eddie was so easy to listen to and got so excited that it made you excited. You didn't really understand much of what he was saying, but you still enjoyed listening to him talk about his passions.

This was going to be a problem. You really liked Eddie Munson. It was almost scary how fast and easily it all happened.

Just like that.

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You had a couple of days before you were going out with Eddie again and you'd been buzzing with energy the whole time. You were so excited to see him again. You'd only known him for a little over a month but it felt like you'd known him forever. Everything came so easily with him, so naturally. It was like your heart had been waiting for something all this time and you'd finally found that in Eddie.

And it all felt so great.

Until it didn't.

It was Wednesday morning, and when you checked your phone after you got up, you didn't have anything from Eddie. Which was odd considering you'd woken up to good morning texts from him for the last month. You tried to push down your disappointment and figured that maybe he was just really busy. He wouldn't ignore you purposefully.

You went about your morning routine and headed out to work, still without having heard from Eddie. By the time you went to grab lunch, you decided to text him. You'd been getting nervous and wanted to make sure he was alright. It was so strange not to hear from him at all, especially when you'd grown so used to talking to him throughout the day.

Unfortunately your text went unanswered. By the time you got home, you were both worried and mildly annoyed. He could have spared you at least a quick text or something.

"What's got you so upset?" Alicia clocked your mood as soon as she walked in the door. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, clutching a glass of wine as you stared off in thought. You thought you were hiding your dour attitude a little better than that. Apparently you were very wrong.

"Nothing," you drained the rest of your glass and shrugged your shoulders. Alicia grabbed the glass and set it onto the counter, raising an eyebrow at you, "fine. Eddie hasn't texted me all day."

"What?" Her mouth formed a small o in surprise as you nodded, feeling pathetic, "how…why. That doesn't make sense! He's practically in love with you."

"Okay, that's dramatic but yeah," you let out a long, heavy sigh, "its just weird. He's not normally radio silent. He says something at least but I haven't heard a thing today. I hope nothing is wrong and he's okay."

“Let’s not go to that extreme either,” she gently nudged your side, “I’m sure everything’s fine. Maybe he forgot to hit send on his text or he’s just really busy. You’ll have a good night or good morning text tomorrow for sure.”

“I hope so,” you grabbed the bottle of wine and poured the last of it into your glass. Drinking wasn’t the answer, but it did cut through some of your nerves, “I don’t think he’s the type to just suddenly ghost me, but I guess nothing these days is that surprising.”

“He wouldn’t,” she promised softly, “and if he did, we’ll track him down and make him suffer. I got you, babe.”

“Thanks,” you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up and escaped your lips. You were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. You just hoped he wouldn’t disappoint you.

You contemplated sending him a good night text night, going back and forth on it for way too long before deciding fuck it. You highly doubted that you would come off as clingy and even if you did, you didn’t care. After over a month and a half of constantly talking, this was such a strange change of pace.

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The next morning your texts remained unanswered and there was nothing new. The only notifications you had were the usual ones from your friends. You weren’t sure if you should be annoyed or worried. Your second date was supposed to be the following day but at this point you weren’t so sure that was going to happen.

In a spur of the moment decision, you decided to try and call him. But as soon as you hit the green button to call him, the call went straight to voicemail. Alright…so more than likely his phone was dead. That wasn’t so strange, right? Eddie was a self-confessed scatterbrain so he’d probably neglected to charge his point the night before. You hadn’t left a voicemail, instead shooting him a text to find later asking if he was okay.

All you could now was wait…and hope that you heard something from him. You had been so sure and convinced that Eddie was one of the good ones and hated the idea that you had been wrong all this time.

But as the time wore on, your phone remained drier than the sahara. You hated that every time you received any sort of notification you scrambled to grab your phone, hanging onto the last bits of hope that you were going to hear from Eddie. Your abysmal hopes were crushed by the end of the night as you crawled into bed and went to sleep. You didn’t bother to try and reach out to him again.

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Saturday rolled around and you felt absolutely crushed. You were supposed to have your second date with Eddie that evening but didn’t even hold out any hope for it considering that he’d been mia for over two days now. The outfit you’d picked for your date tonight was hanging against your closet door, taunting you. You’d thrown it together as soon as you’d ended your last facetime call with Eddie.

With a heavy heart you pulled off the back of the door and set the hanger back among your other clothes. You’d decided to busy yourself with doing some of the chores around the apartment that you’d been putting off including going through and organizing your makeup and closet. Anything to keep your mind off the fact that you’d been ghosted, stood up, whatever you wanted to call it.

Alicia worked this weekend, so at least you had the place to yourself to wallow around and be sad in peace. Despite the fact that you’d basically been dodging her as much as possible, she knew what was up; she was your best friend after all. She’d already started planning a girls’ date night for a few days from now when she was off to surprise you and hopefully cheer you up. She was such a kind spirit and you loved her a lot.

You decided to text Eddie one more time, probably a desperate attempt. You wanted to see if he was at least willing to give you some sort of explanation for his sudden disappearance. You felt like you were owed that much at the very least, right? After all those sweet words and plans you were left with nothing. A small part of you was still worried that something had happened to him, but it was unlikely that something that bad had happened.

You spent the day working yourself to the bone before taking a hot shower and calling it a night early. At least if you were sleeping your thoughts wouldn’t keep wandering everywhere.

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Sunday came and you were up bright and early. Your body really didn’t want you to get any extra rest despite it being the weekend. You stared at the ceiling for a while before getting up to start getting around to doing things. You felt so pathetic being so hung up over a boy but you know, the heart wants what it wants or whatever that expression was.

You’d taken the time to make some breakfast and coffee and sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through your social media feeds as you ate. It was a random knocking on the door that caused you to startle. You set down your coffee as you slid off the stool with a grumble as you walked to the door. You didn’t even bother to see who was at the door before cracking it open.

“Yes?” you asked, brushing some of your wild bed head out of the face.

“Hiya,” you knew that voice. You knew that voice. You looked up and there was Eddie Munson standing in front of you, pink cheeks and a boutique of your favorite flowers in one hand. He held up his hand in a weak little wave as you opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water.

“Hi?” you asked as he scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly, “Eddie, what are you doing here?”

“Umm, well, I hadn’t heard from you in a few days so I figured I’d come say hi,” he sounded so nervous as confusion marred your face, “that sounds so pathetic and I feel like some weird stalker. It was just that we’d agreed on a second date and then I hadn’t heard from you and it just felt off. I thought we’d been getting along so well and I, umm, I…I really like you. I also just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“What are you talking about?” you weren’t totally tracking what he was saying but he seemed so genuine and sincere, “Eddie, I haven’t gotten any texts or anything in days from you.”

“What are you talking about?” he was shaking his head, a few curls falling out of his messy bun, “i’ve been texting you and everything.”

He looked so crestfallen at your words that it did make your heart stumble for a few beats. But then you remembered the upset you had gone through the last couple of days and you shook your head. The tension flowing between the two of you was palpable, “that’s such a bullshit story, Eddie. Did you come here because you got bored or something?”

“I mean it,” in his haste to show that he wasn’t lying, he almost shoved the flowers into your hands as he reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. He fumbled around for a moment, hands shaking with nerves as he tried to pull up the messages that he’d been sending to you…allegedly. Eventually he pulled up your message string and turned his phone around to show you everything.

You made a small sound of surprise when you saw a slew of texts that he had sent to over the last few days. For whatever reason your texts hadn't gone through to him….just as his hadn’t sent to you. You Sighed heavily, letting out a breath of exasperation as you shook your head. You blinked back a few tears as he let out a nervous laugh, “Eddie…”

“I don’t know what happened,” he said softly, “but umm, I didn’t want you to think that I just ignored you and I wanted to make sure nothing happened. It just was weird not hearing from you again. You can look through my phone i-if you want. I’m not talking to anyone else or anything, only you.”

“I don’t know what happened,” you set the flowers down gently on the granite countertop before taking his hand and pulling him into the apartment. You closed the door and handed him back his phone before grabbing your own and showing him the same thing on your end. You watched his eyes widen in surprise, “but I was worried about you too.”

“Yeah?” his big brown eyes lit up with excitement as you nodded, “umm, I can go if you’d like. I’m not sure where to go from here or even if you’d still want to-”

You knew he was a nervous rambler, it had been one of the first endearing qualities you’d noticed about him. But this time, you cut him off by taking his face in your hands and kissing him. That seemed to shut him up immediately and his hands found your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Neither of you wanted to let go, only pulling apart when you both needed a breath of air.

“Umm, does that mean you don’t want me to go?” his cheeks were a dark pink and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up and escaped your lips. You put your hand on his face and gently brushed your thumb over his cheek.

“I don’t want you to go,” you confirmed softly. Relief flooded throughout your body and all the worry and anxiety you’d been experiencing were slowly leaving. You hadn’t been imagining that Eddie really liked you - he did. He did.

“Cool,” he gnawed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, “I don’t want to go either. I was hoping you hadn’t totally decided you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. ‘Cause I kinda really like you already.”

“I kinda really like you too,” you promised, the two of you exchanging shy smiles and nervous chuckles. You didn’t know why your texts hadn’t gone through to him and vice versa but it really didn’t matter. You were just thankful, among many other things, that he had cared enough to come and find you. Eddie Munson really hadn’t turned out to be one of those guys, “thank you for coming, and the flowers. That was really sweet of you.”

“Of course,” he smiled softly, “I know this is short notice but would you want to go out with me today? We can still do what I had planned for last night.”

“Right now?” you grew excited as you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“Right now,” he confirmed as you nodded, “but I can let you change first. I mean, you look gorgeous even in pajamas, but you might want some real shoes at least.”

“Oh,” you just realized that you were still in sleep shorts and a tank top with messy hair, “oh. Yeah, changing might be a good idea first. But then I’d love you to go out with you, Eddie.”

“Rad,” he whispered more to himself than anything else, “one more thing since I hadn’t been able to say it in a few days - good morning, sweetheart.”

“Good morning handsome,” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” he stole another kiss from you, “me too.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #st

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shondaland-criminalminds · 8 months

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The BAU after seeing Barbie

Emily whispering: I’m a ten so I pull in a Ken like,

Derek: Jazzie,Stacie, Nicki (grrah) / Penelope: I’m a barbie girl

Emily: All of these Barbies is pretty (damn) / JJ: In the barbie world-d-d

Derek: All the Barbies is bad / Penelope: Life in plastic

JJ: It girls, and we ain’t playin’ tag (grrah) / Penelope: It’s fantastic

Emily: Rad, but he spank me when I get bad

Spencer: Whaaat? Im so confused

#criminal minds #incorrect cm #incorrect criminal minds quotes #emily prentiss #criminal minds incorrect quotes #cm #cm incorrect quotes #criminal minds gone wrong #incorrect criminal minds #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #spencer reid #barbie

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666writingcafe · 2 months

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Obey Me x RHPS

RHPS: Rocky Horror Picture Show (so, no Luke for obvious reasons)

RAD has decided to put on a production of the Rocky Horror Picture Show! Who gets what part?

Brad Majors: Simeon

is among a sizable group of people auditioning for the part

still remains on stage after being told that the audience will be yelling "asshole" every time Brad's name gets mentioned

audition involves singing Brad's verse in "Rose Tint My World"

is the only one that can hit the high note in that verse without having his voice crack

Janet Weiss: a fairly young but sweet female demon

Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Lucifer, Mephistopheles as Understudy

Lucifer honestly was just there at the auditions to watch initially

watching other people fail to bring the character to life, however, irritated him

is a big fan of RHPS and so knows that whoever performs Dr. Frank-N-Furter cannot hold anything back

the only person that he feels came even remotely close to channeling the spirit of the character was Mephistopheles

of course, admitting that would do a number on his pride, and so he gets up from his seat and basically shows everyone how it's done

Mephistopheles is understandably pissed, because damn it, why does Lucifer have to take everything away from him? And why does he have to be the former angel's understudy?

Riff-Raff: Satan

was hesitant to audition at first

that is, until he knew that the character gets to kill Dr. Frank-N-Furter in the end

then he's all in, because he's not going to let the opportunity to mess with Lucifer slip away from him

Magenta: a fellow friend of Satan's

Columbia: Asmo

honestly, the part was kind of written for him

enough said

Dr. Everett V. Scott: Solomon

considering that Lucifer and Solomon are (sort of) rivals as it is, the part's perfect for him

plus, he doesn't have to sing, and his singing is about on par with his cooking

Rocky Horror: Diavolo

this man...

he literally jumped at the opportunity to play Rocky

a, he gets to be shirtless

b, he can lean into his more goofy side

c, he's familiar enough with the story to know that Dr. Frank-N-Furter created Rocky to essentially be his sex toy (and we all know how gay Diavolo is for Lucifer, so...)

Lucifer tried to talk Diavolo out of auditioning for the part but failed to do so (because once Diavolo's mind is made up, it's pretty much impossible to change it)

Eddie: one of Asmo's male flings

The Criminologist/Narrator: MC

the production was their idea in the first place

they're not super confident in their singing voice (hence why they're not playing Janet)

Transylvanians/Floor Show Audience Members: various RAD students (including Mammon)

Crew

Director: MC

Head Costume Designer: Levi

Head of Makeup/Hairdressing: Asmo

Head Set Designer: Beel

Head Sound and Lights Technician: Barbatos

Head Choreographer: Mammon

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me simeon #obey me lucifer #obey me mephistopheles #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me lord diavolo #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon

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messybouquetoflilies · 2 years

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the idea of bottom surgery really tickles a lot of my much darker kinks. like... there's gonna be lots of blood, painful stretching, heavy sedatives... im literally cutting a hole into my body for ppl to fuck. yeah. that's my kink

#ppl are always so grossed out & freaked out by it when i talk abt it lmao #when i've just been like #'damn that's hot'#also excuse me while i inject happy trans thoughts into my head to get over bein sad #it's not all bad #it's actually pretty...#rad!

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2d-reality · 3 months

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Study Buddy

characters: Satan, GN!MC content/warnings: Satan being a smarty-pants and helping you with Devildom Law. You also ponder about him... Fluff <3 word count: 2606 notes: Not only did I not edit this past halfway, the edibles kicked in towards the end. IF you can tell no you can't.

RAD was the single evilest thing Diavolo had ever done. High school, eternally. You weren’t a fan of high school (or high schoolers, for that matter) when you were in it, and the further you progressed past it, the more grateful you were that it was over.

As if being chucked on your head into the Devildom wasn’t bad enough, on top of everything that had happened over the last year and a half, you were forced to endure the hell that was everything about traditional schooling. Getting up in the morning, making sure you hadn’t forgotten any assignments, navigating the cavernous, echoing halls of RAD, sitting through lectures on topics you still didn’t entirely grasp, making sure what the cafeteria served wouldn’t cause you a painful death, student council meetings, homework... the list went on. Even the student body behaved like high schoolers. Albeit they were magically adept, inhuman high schoolers who could float through the hallways or burn their desks to ashes, but they cliqued and gossiped just the same.

You were thankful, at least, that Lucifer had gone out of his way to ensure you were accompanied by one of his siblings at all times. Though your class roster changed every semester (Diavolo’s way of freshening up the classrooms, lest some of RAD’s less than amiable students get too unbearably annoyed with each other), you were seated beside one of your guardian demons in each lecture hall.

You were particularly thankful for Satan being your seatmate in your Devildom Law course. The emerald-eyed fourth-born was smart as a whip, and the reputation surrounding his hair-trigger temper meant even those students around you who were not afraid of a lifetime detention sentence didn’t try anything untoward when the two of you were together.

Home Ec, Art, and even Mathematics you could shoulder well enough, but the additional Devildom-centric courses had thrown you for a loop. Magical Potions was much like Chemistry, at times, and Seductive Speechcraft could arguably be studied just as easily by watching political debates or taking a mid level Psych class. Curses and Hexes had grown on you, the Anti-Lucifer league’s help notwithstanding, but Devildom Law had you absolutely, hopelessly lost.

You weren’t keen on politics much back in the human realm, having never really grasped the contrived flannery of things that seemed really very simple-- betterment for the good of all, and what have you, but humans were just... prejudiced like that, you supposed. Demons were, pun not intended, a completely different breed. For one, they lacked any amount of urgency in their decision making. When one lives for thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of years, one apparently doesn’t feel much need for speed and efficiency. It was a little difficult to have a research project ongoing for upwards of a hundred years when you hadn’t even been around for a blink of that time. Secondly was the caste system. Demons were sorted, it appeared, by very rigid standards-- their point of origin, be that parent or manifestation, age, their physical and magical power, and their scope of influence in both the Devildom and the human realm.

The longer you spent around the brothers, the more you realized just how powerful they were, and not just physically (that you were well aware of), but socially-- and politically. The student council ruled as pretty damn close to a governing body, even if it was dressed down with an innocuous name. Occasionally, you would be reminded that Levi was a Navy leader, that Lucifer was the very backbone of Devildom society, and Mammon made quick, intelligent financial decisions for RAD and the surrounding realm.

And yet still, something that always negged at you, they were once angels. Stories would fall from them every now and again, quips at each other about their time in the Celestial Realm, and though they were no longer, there seemed to be some innate intricacies of demon behavior that they didn’t quite fully... get. Their divinity clung to them still, in little ways that weren’t always apparent.

Satan, on the other hand, had always been a demon. He had told you once, after a quiet, intimate night, that he sometimes felt out of place amongst his brothers. How he felt undeserving of his rank, how sure he was that the only reason he had been sorted in the middle and not on the tail end was because of just how much sheer power Lucifer bore even after his fall, and how the only reason Satan came to be was because the eldest brother had him violently ripped from his being. How he felt like an ugly, broken thing amongst the shining jewels of the heavens.

But to you, Satan was a warm ray of sun in this realm of eternal darkness. In learning to quell the overwhelming anger inside himself, he learned how to douse it in others. He was, in your opinion, the most observant out of the seven of them, and the most receptive to your moods. Any time a comment was shot too loudly across the dinner table, or a designer purse was thrown at a target past your head, or someone sidled into your personal space on the couch in the common room, Satan’s eyes were on you, watching. Reading the tension in your shoulders, the change in your expression, the speed at which you switched between apps on your DDD or sighed. He would suggest you join him in clearing the dishes, or happen to remember there was a book he wanted to recommend to you, in his room, if you would, or remind one of his brothers they had things to be doing that didn’t involve buggering you. His presence proved to you that sometimes, things could be calm in this whirlwind.

Which is part of why you appreciated him being in this class with you. The other, sometimes seemingly larger part being the fact that his brain seemed to work twice as fast as yours. He could answer all of your questions without hardly a moment’s pause. You had joked with him once, that his head was a steel trap.

“Provided something interests me,” he had replied, expression unreadable. You were pretty sure everything interested him.

Satan was the best tutor around for Devildom Law, aside from maybe Diavolo himself. Despite how carefully his acquaintances trod around him, Satan had hundreds of them, in every aspect of the realm you could think of. He was out of the house almost as much as Asmo, attending soirees, launch parties, company milestone celebrations, even somewhat regular dinner parties as a special guest. Satan had an air of familiarity about him to the residents of the Devildom, one that you thought you might recognize in your familiarity with Solomon. Where the other brothers had helped shape humanity, and were now demons, they weren’t human, and had known more than their sins, whereas you and Satan had never known anything more than what you were. You had a kinship with the other human exchange student in a way only two humans could, and Satan had it with other natural-born demons.

He knew designers, nobles in the upper echelons, executive chefs, newspaper editors, bus drivers, and every stray cat in a twenty-mile radius. Some of which you weren’t convinced were just cats. Demons came in all shapes and sizes, after all.

Your plight for a Devildom Law tutor was helped by the fact that you had managed to endear yourself to the fourth born. Sometimes you could compare his investment into your tutoring sessions to that of a wildlife ecologist teaching an animal to perform simple tricks, but you were willing to take the help wherever you could get it. You had always been an adaptive person, and you would prove everyone in this infernal place that you-- frail, mortal little you-- could. You could handle anything they threw at you.

Or, you thought as you stared into the print of your Law textbook, that’s what you wanted, at least. The words had long since gone blurry, and your pen had fallen from your hand as you had been lost in thought. Papers were scattered across your desk, some of the edges crinkled under open books, and smudged with highlighter. The screensaver on your laptop had switched on, and you swiped your fingers across the mousepad to wake it.

The sudden, harsh light made you draw back, and both a shoulder joint and the middle of your back popped. Even with the tableside lamp on, you were getting drowsy. Your class was performing mock trials this semester, and had been split into pairs, with each pair taking on the role of defense or plaintiff for their own trial. Yours and Satan’s turn was later this week, and you felt like you were no closer to gathering your arguments than you were when the whole ordeal was assigned. Of course you weren’t given the exciting embezzlement or human sacrifice (!) cases-- you were stuck with a property dispute between two mid-level demons in the fourth circle. An avarice demon wished to add the property to his swollen scope of dominion, and a prodigality spirit with alleged ties to Dante himself wanted it for its quick-selling real estate tag.

You were supposed to argue on the behalf of the prodigal Ar’gig. You felt like an unmoored buoy drowning in the reading material you had been given-- most of which you somehow had to translate from its native Infernal, which was another mountain to summit in itself-- and the longer you stared at the sea of papers before you, the more they swam in your vision and truly resembled crashing waves.

You sat back in your desk chair, stretching your creaking body. More joints protest, and your head spins for a moment with the rush of blood. Blinking to clear the spots, you cross your arms over your textbook and rest your head on your forearms. The sigh you heave smells like old paper and ink, and faintly of hopelessness.

Maybe just a few moments... if you closed your eyes, you could visualize better...

The book under your head being shifted woke you. You blinked, having not even realized you fell asleep. A flash of chartreuse caught your eye, and you turned your head to see Satan in a chair beside you. He regarded you fondly for a moment, and you realized Satan’s presence wasn’t all that was different. Your papers had been arranged, rescued from under your laptop and textbooks. The computer was sitting to Satan’s left, open programs layered neatly. In his hand was a pen, and the paper sitting in front of him was mostly his clean handwriting. Peering closer, you realized he had written in his own notes below the few scant lines you had started. The page was now nearly full.

“I thought you said you’d never do my homework for me,” you teased. Satan lifted one shoulder in indifference.

“Good morning to you, too. This is a group project. Besides, Lucifer said if you don’t do well on this midterm, you’ll not be allowed out of the House until you make up the grade, and I promised Nysrogh that you would be attending his next dinner party. I can’t have you making me look like a liar.”

His tone was clipped, bordering on apathetic, but you saw right through it. It was nothing for Satan to make up an excused absence, and he had always been staunch in his refusal to do any of the actual legwork for you-- something about experience being the best teacher. You didn’t press the matter..

“Clearly you understand this better than I do,” you settled on stating the obvious to steer the conversation in a productive direction. With Satan’s help, you felt like you could actually tread the waves. “Anything I should know? Aside from... all of it?”

Satan pinched his lips in the way he did when he was thinking. “This translation is wrong.” He pointed to a bit of text in the middle of your paltry paragraph of notes. “The original meaning has less to do with Melchom’s prior holdings and more to do with his reputation. It changes the argument slightly.”

You scrubbed at your face, resting your palms over your eyes. “Infernal is so... infernal.”

Satan chuckled, reaching out to smooth his cool touch over your hair. “Maybe we could squeeze some lessons in on weekends. I may know a simple speech incantation that could also help.”

“Only if it’s over coffee,” you bargained, peering through your fingers. You were pleased to see a slight flush come to life on Satan’s nose, and he turned away from you to type something on your computer.

“Deal.”

“Awesome,” you had meant to say, but instead, out of your mouth tumbled “I love you.”

Satan’s fingers froze over your laptop. It took him a moment to respond, “I’m not -ahem- not helping you to bargain for your affection--”

“I know.” You doubled down on the sudden confession, delighting in how flustered it made him, despite it being far from the first time you’d said it. “As if you have to bargain for it in the first place.”

Satan cleared his throat again and shifted in his seat, but didn’t say anything further. You chewed on how best to express your next thoughts before speaking.

“I appreciate the effort, nonetheless.” You rested your chin on the heels of your palms and tested the waters a little more. “I don’t think anyone else could help me understand this stuff... aside from Lucifer.”

You caught the flash of Satan’s eyes and bit down on a grin as he ground out, “As if that selfish, patronizing bastard would ever lower himself to tutoring. Nevermind that tutoring actually being of any help.”

“All of you do more for me than anyone thought you had the capacity for.” You saw Satan’s jaw tick. “But you’re probably right. At any rate, he doesn’t have time to help expand my tiny human comprehension.”

“Your comprehension is perfectly adequate. I love your mind, anyways,” Satan grumbled just over his breath, almost as though he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. He slid your laptop across the desk to you, and placed the page of your combined notes atop the keyboard, as well, speaking with purpose this time. “Let’s test that comprehension. Hopefully I’ve laid this out in a way that’s easier for you to understand. The better you grasp the basics, the better you’ll actually be able to make headway on this project. I won’t have you dragging my grades down with you if we fail this, in addition to making me look like a liar.”

“Hey,” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest. “What happened to being my hype man?”

“When, MC, have I ever resembled anything close to a, quote, hype man? Or have you mistaken me for one of my brothers all of the sudden?”

You chose not to respond to that, save for half-heartedly glowering at your demonic study buddy. “Never figured you would kill a romantic moment like that.”

The flush returned, but Satan had already begun shifting to teacher mode. “Nysrogh’s dinner party will be plenty romantic. When you pass this. And you ruined it first when you mentioned Lucifer. Now, read, and tell me where we need to start.”

You huffed, and let your arms fall dramatically to the desk. “Fine. boss. Meter’s running.”

Satan offered one last charm, accompanied by a fond smile, before you began. “We’ll get you where you need to go.”

#obey me #obey me satan #om! satan #satan x reader #obey me satan x reader #satan x mc #obey me satan x mc

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