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100 (y/n hotchner)
Warnings: Panic attack, death, vomit, all the stuff that happens in the episode happens here basically
Word Count: 4.7k
You’re gathered around the table with the rest of the team, choosing to sit down so that you could anxiously bounce your leg while listening. Apparently, there was a possible lead to Foyet. Aaron hadn’t told you what it was, which wasn’t unusual, he didn’t like to repeat himself often. On the way to Garcia’s Batcave, Aaron had asking everyone to gather in the briefing room.
You listen during the geographic profile, choosing not to say anything. Geographical profiling wasn’t exactly your strong suit - and you weren’t going to attempt it now, not with your family’s life on the line. You’d have to get better at it some other time.
Your head snaps to the door a moment later, Garcia running in. “Hey, me and the boy found a thyroid medication that has no substitute over the counter, you have to get it from the pharmacist. But a lot of people are on it,”
“Find the midpoint between the two cities and isolate within a twenty five mile radius” Rossi replied.
“153 names.”
“He’s not going to use his own name, what kind of aliases should we be looking for,” Derek said.
“He could have easily stolen someone’s identity,”
“No, he’s a narcissist in love with his own mythology,” Your brother said, “He’d use a name connected to the case,”
“A victim, maybe a cop,” Rossi suggested.
Nothing,” Penelope said, shaking her head.
“Wait a minute, guys, Foyet likes things to have meaning to him,” You watch as Reid and Aaron bounce off each other, Spencer coming to the conclusion of ‘Peter Rhea’.
“There’s a Peter Rhea in Arlington,”
After identifying Foyet, Garcia had an address in seconds and you all split up, making your way to the address. You made yourselves comfortable in the parking lot outside the apartment, waiting on Derek’s orders. Eventually, Morgan gave the all-clear for Swat to go further and you were all watching the check. You felt your eyes widen when you spot the clump of letters on the floor.
“That’s his mail,” Rossi said, Aaron gave a ‘yep’ before running off, gun in hand. You sighed, gripping your own gun before running after him. Honestly, your brother just ran into danger sometimes without even thinking about the possible dangers. Typical. You made sure to keep close to him as you could whilst running. You weren’t about to let him get shot or anything, not on your watch.
“If he’s in a hurry he’ll make a mistake,”
“Yeah, but when Foyet gets cornered, he starts killing people,” Aaron said.
“We’re not going to let that happen,” You promised firmly, holding eye contact with Aaron until he looked away. You weren’t going to let anything happen to your family.
“We need to get Garcia on this,” Emily said, bending down to take a closer look at the computer. You furrow your eyebrows.
“I think he’s erasing the hard drive as we speak,” You said.
You watch in awe (as always) as Garcia starts to repair the system Foyet was trying to erase. It doesn’t take long before surveillance photos of a man start appearing, almost like a slideshow.
“Oh my god, isn’t that-”
“That’s the US Marshall assigned to my family,” Aaron rushed, immediately fishing out his phone.
“Foyet’s been watching him this whole time?” You ask, Aaron doesn’t answer, instead, he dialled a number on his phone. He doesn’t answer, so Aaron leaves a message and hangs up, mind racing.
“We need to deploy another swat unit,” Derek said.
“That’s gonna take another half hour,” By the time JJ had finished speaking, Aaron was already on his way out of the apartment.
Your eyes widened as you ran after your brother, “Aaron! Aaron!”
You note that Rossi is right behind you, but you don’t slow down. You needed to try to talk some reason into your brother. When you finally caught up with him, he was out of breath and in a panic. Placing a firm hand on his shoulder, you make direct eye contact with him. “Aaron, Aaron, you need to take a deep breath and try to stay calm,”
“Calm? He’s- He’s going to find out where Haley and Jack are-”
You squeeze his shoulder for a moment and Aaron’s eyes flick back up to you, “We’ll stop him,” You said, your voice leaving no room for argument, “We always catch the bad guys, okay? Always.”
Aaron’s calm(er) when Rossi joins the pair of you and the three of you jump into the car. Despite the dread flowing through your veins, you couldn’t help but noticed how much like a father Rossi had become to the pair of you - you almost felt like he was driving you home after picking you both up from school.
When you reach Kassmeyer’s house, the first thing you notice is the droplets of blood by the front door. Aaron enters first, then Rossi, then finally you. Aaron heads straight over to the couch, where Kassmeyer’s laying in front, a pool of blood staining the carpet around him, you quickly clear the rest of the house while Rossi calls for an ambulance.
“It’s all clear,” You say, Rossi nods saying the same, before you both turn to Aaron.
“I tried, I’m sorry,”
“What are you sorry for?”
“I tried,” Your head snaps up as Derek and Emily enter, guns lowered. Spencer and JJ enter next, but you pay them no attention, fixating on your brother’s conversation.
“Are Jack and Haley safe?” Aaron asked, panic seeping through his voice. “Sam, tell me what happened,”
“I don’t know how he got in,”
“Sam, I need to understand, does he know where Jack and Haley are?” Your hand goes to your mouth as you begin to bite on the nail of your thumb, ignoring it as it tremored. “What about her phone number? What’s her safe phone number?”
“It won’t matter,” Kassmeyer muttered, “I tried Hotch,”
The paramedics rush in and Reid spouts off the injuries. You can’t hear them over the light ringing in your ears.
“Hotch,” Sam mumbled.
“It’s alright, I’m right here,” Was your brother’s instant reply.
You watch as your brother climbed into the ambulance with the Marshall. There was only enough room for one person. So you watch, standing next to Rossi, panic flowing through your veins as you wait for your next instructions. You had no clue what to do. What were you supposed to do? Aaron always knows what to do.
Relief floods through you when Aaron phones Morgan. Your still at Kassmeyer’s house, helping process the place.
“Foyet called haley from Kassmeyer’s phone.” Aaron said, voice echoing over the speaker.
“Alright we’ll get garcia to trace it, JJ.” Morgan soothed, nodding to JJ, who quickly left the room to make the phonecall to Garcia.
“He told her that she was compromised and that I was dead,”
“Have you called her?” You asked.
“No he said to throw away her phone and to buy a disposable,”
“Hotch we’re gonna come get you right now,”
“No Anderson’s bringing me a car.”
“You want to meet back at the office?”
“I’m hoping that she’s just going to call me at least to check,”
You swallowed, “Aaron, Foyet posed as a marshall, even called from a number haley recognised,”
“And then he did what gets him off, he scared her,” Rossi added.
“No he paralysed her, he overwhelmed her,” Emily chimed.
“And now she trusts him, where do you think he would take her?” Reid asked.
“Witness protection had her living in New Jersey,”
“He has a headstart, he could be there now,” You listen, silent, as Reid and Emily theorise.
JJ walked back into the room, phone in hand, “Garcia’s got a trace,”
“He’s bouncing around a few towers,”
“Where?” Aaron’s answer is immediate, nearly cutting Garcia off.
“Fairfax county,”
“He’s still local?”
“Send the coordinates to my phone,”
“Done,”
“Why isn’t he on his way to New Jersey?” JJ asked.
“Wait that phone’s on?”
“Yes,”
“Hotch?”
“He hung up,”
The dread in your stomach doubles and you subtly take a step back from the group, just needing some air. Somehow, it didn’t feel like there was enough air. It felt suffocating. Suffocating. Danger. Death. Haley and Jack. You curse your mind for playing ping pong with the worst-case scenarios, but you can’t help it. Jack and Haley were on the way to the man who had killed thirty-six people and stabbed your brother nine times. And here you were, doing nothing. Offering no real help. You gulp in another breath of air, feeling only a fraction of it reach your lungs, so you try again and again. Soon your breaths are shallow and fast-paced.
“(Y/N)?” You hear your name but it’s distant and you can’t quite place who it is, so you ignore it, continuing to try to breathe. Except, now, that mundane task seems particularly hard. A hand is placed on your shoulder, firm. Not too hard, but enough to ground you.
“Kid?” Rossi. His voice feels close and safe. You trust Rossi. Rossi’s always been someone you could trust. You force your eyes up, meeting with the man dubbed ‘Dad 2.0’, “Take some slow, deep breaths for me,”
You follow his instructions, watching his chest rise and fall, listen to his counting slowly guiding you through. When it’s over and your breath is finally reaching your lungs, you give him a strained smile. “You okay, kiddo?”
“Yeah,” You mumbled, biting the inside of your lip, embarrassed. Rossi, reading your mind, gives you a reassuring smile and pats your shoulder.
“What’s that?” You asked.
“Hotch is calling Foyet,” Garcia rushed out.
“He’s what-” You’re cut off by Foyet’s voice.
“Agent Hotchner,”
“If you touch her-”
“Be gentle, like I was with you.”
“What the hell took you so long? I was beginning to think this phone was dead or something,” Foyet’s voice made your stomach churn. “Why so quiet you usually lash out when you’re frustrated,”
“I’m not frustrated, you’re more predictable than you think,”
“Am I?”
“You didn’t know where Haley was so you made her come to you,”
“You make me sound lazy,”
“It's just another way for you to show control,”
“Oh, that’s terrible,” Foyet mocked, you shuffled in your seat, wanting nothing more than to track him down and-
You force yourself to zone out, not wanting to hear the rest of this conversation. You couldn’t deal with the back and forth between your brother and Foyet.
“You know what I’ve been thinking? Haley looks pretty good with dark hair. She’s lost some weight, must be all the stress you’ve caused her. Where’s little man? Oh, there he is. does he like Captain America because of you?” Your breath catches in your throat. A faint ringing sounds over the phone. “That’s your wife. Sorry, ex-wife, now isn’t it? Either way hold please.”
You listen as Foyet fakes an accent, getting Haley to open the gate and let him in.
“Aaron? I really gotta go,” Then the line goes dead.
“No,” You shook your head, “No, Garcia, keep tracing it,” You point at the screen, ignoring how your fingers shook, tears getting ready to blur your vision.
“I- I can’t there’s no signal,” Garcia said, tapping at her keyboard.
“Oh God,” You mutter, “He’s got Jack and Haley,”
“Foyet has to be in control, he has Haley come to him,” Derek said, snapping you out of your panic.
“Yeah, but where would he take her?” Reid asked.
“He wants Aaron to find him, to see where he was, to see what he did,” JJ stated, looking anxiously at the rest of the team.
“Which means…?”
“He said something on that call which tells Hotch where to go,” Rossi summarised.
You listen to Reid reciting the phone call, furrowing your eyebrows, “Aaron and Haley’s house has a gate.”
Within seconds, you’ve all piled into cars, speeding towards Aaron’s old house. Derek whipping his phone out, calling Aaron. “He’s going to your house… I’m sending a full tactical deployment… We’re on our way.” Then, the phone call is over and you’re all sat in silence.
You phone starts buzzing moments later, and you immediately answer it, seeing Garcia’s name flash on your screen.
“Foyet’s calling Hotch,”
“Garcia, can you get us on?” Morgan asks. Normal Garcia would answer that with a witty comment about being magnificent, today, however, she didn’t reply, instead simply patching the phone call through to your phone.
“Foyet,” Aaron’s tone is sharp. He’s pissed (understandably).
“Aaron? You’re okay?” Relief floods your body hearing Haley’s voice over the phone. You could make it there in time. You could. You had to.
There’s a pause before Aaron answers. The dread making its way into his voice, you hear it crack ever so slightly towards the end of the sentence. “I’m fine,”
“But he said that- oh Aaron,” You heard the moment she realised in her voice. How she choked up, eyes probably welling with tears, heart racing.
“He can hear us right?”
“Yes. I am so sorry,”
“Haley, show him no weakness, no fear,”
“I know,” You hear Haley take a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down. “Sam told me all about it, is he, um?”
“No Sam is fine,”
“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, is that why your marriage broke up? Because you’re a liar?”
“Don’t listen to him, Haley.”
“I have Sam’s service phone right here, they sent out a mass text about his death, you can take a look if you want,”
“He’s trying to scare you,”
“Did you even tell her what this was about? About the deal?”
“He’s just trying to make you angry.” Desperation leaks through Aaron’s voice despite trying to keep himself together as much as he can. He’s just a man, he can’t help it. He so desperately wants to get to Haley and Jack. To his family. He wants them to be okay, he wants Foyet dead or behind bars, he wants him and Haley to get remarried, and he wants the life he once knew back. But you don’t always get what you want.
“Well, she should be. She’s gonna D-I-E because of your inflated ego.” You clench your fists, ignoring how the nails dig into your palms, tensing your jaw you continue to stare ahead, willing Derek to just drive a little faster.
“Ignore him, Haley,”
“I’m sure you don’t want her to know this part either,” Foyet paused, “You know all he had to do was stop looking for me and we wouldn’t be in this mess,”
“Don’t react,” Aaron responds.
“What is he talking about?” You can hear the plea in Haley’s voice.
There’s a small pause. “Tell Jack I need him working the case,”
“What?”
“Tell Jack I need him working the case,”
“Jack, did you hear that?” Muffling sounds come from the phone as it’s passed over to Jack.
“Hi daddy,” Your hand moves up to your face, covering your mouth as you look out the window. You wanted nothing more than to sob, knowing what was going to happen. But you had to hold it together. You had to. There was no choice in this, you had to get to that house - the one that Aaron had taken you into when you went to live with him at sixteen. The one you had tried to sneak in drunk at 1 am when you were seventeen, Aaron chewing you out about being responsible before Haley made you go up to bed. The one where you had watched your nephew grow up in. You had to get home and save your family. You had to be there for them. You had to be there for your brother.
“H-i buddy,”
“Is George a bad guy?”
“Yes he is, but Jack, I need you on this case with me. Do you understand? I need you to work the case with me,”
“Okay, daddy,”
“Jack hug your mum for me,”
“Mum you hug me too tight,”
“I’m sorry,”
“Why are you sad?”
“I just love you so much.” You sniff, wiping the tears from your eyes in a quick motion before you take a deep breath, your gaze out the window growing hard as you force your emotions into a small box the best you can.
“Mum I gotta go I'm working the case,”
“Okay.”
“He’s so cute he’s like a little Junior Gman, I’ll be right up jacky-boy,” Your breath caught in the back of your throat.
“Is he gone?”
“Yes.”
“You’re so strong Haley, you’re stronger than I ever was,”
“You’ll hurry, right?”
“I know you didn’t sign on for this,”
“Neither did you.”
“I’m sorry for everything,”
“Promise me that you will tell him how we met, and how you used to make me laugh,” You had given up trying to wipe away the tears that traced down your face, opting to tilt your head down and hope that Rossi and Morgan couldn’t see them.
“Haley-”
“He needs to know that you weren’t always so serious Aaron - I want him to believe in love because it is the most important thing but you need to show him. Promise me.”
“I promise.” It’s silent, the only sound being Haley’s heavy breaths as she desperately tries to calm herself.
You flinch, hand going over your mouth when the gunshots start. You blinked the tears out of your eyes. You couldn’t let your emotions get the better of you. Not now. You had to get there, get Jack, be there for your family.
“Drive faster,”
“(Y/N)-”
“I don’t care about whatever the fuck you’re gonna say, just drive faster,” You snapped.
When Derek pulls up, you’re out of the car before it’s fully stopped. Gun drawn, ready to shoot if needed - and you firmly held the belief that you would not hesitate if it did come down to that.
“Aaron?” You ask, making your way past Morgan, approaching your brother, watching as he repeatedly punched Foyet. “Aaron? He’s dead, Aaron, stop!” When he failed to stop, you moved forward, wrapping your arms around him. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” You murmur, desperately trying to get him to calm down at least a little bit. He turned his head into your chest, sobbing loudly as he did so. You sat, holding your brother, trying to keep your breath steady.
“Aaron, Aaron, I need you to listen to me,” You said softly, “Where would Jack hide?”
You follow Aaron as he stands, pushing himself away from you and staggers to his office. His strides were long and desperate, but you kept up. You watch, close behind Aaron as he opens the seat.
“I worked the case, daddy, just like you said,” The relief that flows over you is indescribable and you shut your eyes and thank God for small mercies.
“You did a great job, buddy,”
“What happened to you, daddy?”
“I’m okay, I want you to go outside with Ms Jareu, okay?”
“Come here sweetheart,”
When you see that Jack is okay, you head over to the master bedroom. Seeing Morgan about to bend down, you shake your head. “I’ll do it,” You mumble, ignoring the lump in your throat. You don’t wait for him to agree, instead, you kneel beside Haley, gently taking her hand in yours before you check her pulse. Hearing footsteps, you watch as your brother approaches, kneeling down opposite you, taking in Haley’s features.
“I’m so sorry, Hotch,” Morgan says behind you. You watch as he scoops Haley into his arms, bringing her close to his chest as he sobs into her shoulder. You sit, a silent witness, as your brother sobs over the body of his high school sweetheart. The one woman he’s ever loved. The mother of his child. You stand up.
"Can you- Can you watch him?" You asked quietly, turning to Morgan. Morgan nodded. "Okay, I just- I just need some air,"
You stumbled out of the room, thankful that it was unnoticed by Aaron. You blink, the image of Haley's lifeless body flashes against your eyelids. You ignore everyone you pass asking if you’re okay. You follow the hall, down the stairs, trying to ignore the bloodstains that scattered the floor. When you reach the living room, you realise they’ve moved Foyet’s body. You walk out the front door - it’s already open, so you don’t close it behind you. You walk down the front steps, heading straight to the corner of the front garden. You grip the fence tightly as you throw up what little food you have in your stomach, after, you let out a loud, heart-wrenching sob seeing that no one else was outside. You place a hand over your mouth for a moment before you’re throwing up again. And again.
You jump when a hand softly touches your back. Turning your head slightly, you see the concerned gaze of Morgan. You face the fence again, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring how it shakes. “Aaron-?”
“And Jack are both with JJ and Rossi outback,” Morgan reassured. You nod slightly, your hand returning to it’s previous position on the fence. Morgan takes a step forward, ready to continue to comfort, should you need to throw up again.
“I’m fine, you don’t need to stay here,” You whisper, waving him off.
“I know,” He responded. “Sometimes we all need a little company,” Any other time, Derek’s reply would have given you butterflies. Now, it simply choked you. Haley would say that to Aaron when you were younger. You would turn up at their door, unannounced, you, Aaron, and Sean (if he wasn’t at a friend’s house). Aaron would apologise for taking up her time and she would chuckle, placing a hand on his arm.
“Sometimes we all need a little company,” She would smile. You would watch as your brother gave her a shy smile in response, pink dusting his cheeks.
What were you supposed to say? You don’t know you’re sobbing until Derek pulls you tightly to his chest.
“It’s okay,” He mumbles, gently rubbing his hand in circles on your back. You grip the back of his shirt tighter, sobbing harder as you shake your head.
“No, no it’s not,” You whisper, “She’s gone. She- She got Aaron- both of us- through so much. How are we gonna-? How’s Jack gonna-?”
“You will all be fine, do you hear me?” Derek asked strongly, “You will all be okay,”
You gave one last sniff before removing yourself from Derek’s embrace (despite wanting to stay there forever). Wiping away the evidence of tears, you take a deep breath. “I’m okay now,” You said, nodding before you repeat it. This time stronger. “I’m okay,”
Derek looked at you, unsure, but didn’t argue.
You swallowed, “I’m going to go check on Aaron and Jack,”
Morgan nods, following you around back, saying that he needed JJ and Rossi for the reports. On any other day, you'd see through his excuse.
You wake up, turning over, a groan on your lips. A few days had passed, and you were currently sleeping on the couch in Aaron's apartment. Aaron and Jack both asleep in Aaron's bed. Jack hadn't wanted to leave Aaron's side recently, which was completely understandable and expected. You had to go back to work today, Strauss wanted a run down on everything that had happened. Aka, she wanted a way in which she could pin everything on Aaron.
You were all up and dressed for the day before Jessica came round. Jessica had offered to watch Jack whilst you two went to work, you for the day, and Aaron for the interview. But Jack had cried and cried until Aaron said that he could come with you both, Aaron telling Jessica to make herself at home in his apartment whilst they were gone.
And so, the three of you walked into the bullpen together. You and Aaron both in suits, Jack holding Aaron's hand dressed smartly and clutching his beige rabbit teddy (Snuggles) in his other hand. Garcia greeted you all with a hug (and some sweets for Jack, and then you when you looked at her in betrayal). Everyone was hot on her heels in greeting you.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," Anderson said, walking up to you, "But Strauss wants to see you,"
You walk into the room, not sure what to expect. You're one of the last ones to go in, but you haven't seen anyone who could tell you what's going on. You sit in front of Strauss.
“Please say your name and rank for the record,”
“Supervisory Special Agent (Y/N) Hotchner,”
“How long have you been working at the BAU?”
“Er,” You took a moment, “Four years? No, no, five, sorry,”
"Do you think Agent Hotchner acted irrationally?"
“Oh my god, it’s like you just want to say this is all his fault and be done with it,” You groaned, “And honestly, if that’s all you’re going to do, just get it over with,”
“Agent Hotchner-”
“What?” You asked sharply. “You’re keeping me from my family right now and they need me,”
Strauss sighed, “Do you think this could have been prevented if Agent Hotchner waited for backup,”
“I think my nephew would be dead too if he did,” You answer bluntly. “Is that all?”
"Yes Agent Hotchner," Strauss said tightly, knowing she wasn’t going to get anywhere asking you questions. "That is all. Please send your brother in,"
"Yes ma'am," You shut the door behind you and head straight to the briefing room. "Hey Aaron, you're up. The bitc- boss wants to speak to you," You smile innocently as Aaron gives you a glare for your close call with bad language around Jack.
"Okay. Watch Jack for me, and no bad language,"
"Sir yes sir," You respond, Aaron rolls his eyes. When he's gone you turn to Jack. "You're my favourite," You whisper, Jack giggles running at you, hugging your legs. "Come on, shall we go explore?" When Jack nods you pick him up.
"I can walk uncle (Y/N)," Jack giggles, placing Snuggles on your shoulder.
"I know, you're like ten!" You exclaim.
"I'm four," Jack laughs. You stop, looking at him in confusion.
"What? No, you're not, I could have sworn you were getting ready to learn to drive,"
"Nu-uh!" Jack says, "Daddy says it's bad you swear,"
"Your Daddy had a mouth like a sailor when he was my age all those centuries ago," Jack looked at you, confused. "I'll tell you when you're older,"
"Otay!" Jack chimed, turning back to Snuggles.
"Hey, Jack," You whispered, "Shall we go beat up Uncle Derek? I reckon we could take him down together,"
Jack giggled, nodding his head, "Yeah!"
"Charge!" You exclaimed, Jack quickly joining in as you ran towards Derek (who was just trying to get a cup of coffee).
"Agh!" Derek yelped as you charged into him (gently, not wanting to hurt Jack). "Alright, you got me, you got me! I surrender!"
"Never let them give up!" He yelled, you gave a cheer, setting Jack down so you could both attack. Derek 'fell' to the floor.
"Rossi, quick, help!" Derek called out, extending an arm to the older man, who shook his head with a chuckle.
"Ha ha!" Jack laughed. Derek scrambled up, exaggerating as he did so.
"That's it," Derek said, shaking his head, he grabbed Snuggles who had somehow fallen to the floor. "Stay back or Snuggles gets it!"
You and Jack exchanged a look before tackling Derek to the floor.
"What's going on?" Aaron asked eyebrows raised at the three of you.
"He started it," You and Jack chimed, pointing at each other. Derek gave a loud snort.
“(Y/N), what happened?” Your brother asked, turning to you.
“He started it,”
Jack looked at you in disbelief, you turned, whispering, “One of us had to take the fall, man,”
Aaron rolled his eyes, “I’m grounding you,”
“Ha ha,” Jack laughed seeing the confusion on your face.
“What? I’m not a kid you can’t ground me-”
“Yes I can,” Aaron grinned, knowing your next question would be why, he continued “And I’m grounding you because you’re trying to blame a four year old,”
“Ugh, this is so unfair,” You groaned.
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— “SWEET LIKE NECTAR.”
— summary. because to whitney, there’s nothing prettier, downright satisfying to gaze upon the rosy cheeks you adopt in response to the invasive questioning, that pride of yours so amusing to patiently chip away at, piece by piece. in fact, if you could, you’d evade it altogether though that would mean defeat, wouldn’t it? and there’s nothing you detest more in this shitty world than to fucking lose.
— content warning! incest, step-cest, dub-con, coaxing, anal fucking, cream-pie, nipple sucking, lots of uh.. dirty talking, I got carried away there, big brother whitney gets a taste of his own medicine, male reader turned bastard himself, the shittiest writing known to mankind. this is a continuation to the first part ‘it’s all in the family’ which you can find here.
— word count? I freestyled that shit once again in the notes app, it is my sanctuary and you cannot take it away from me, alright?
— asher’s note. “I find that revenge is only proper and that sometimes, you need to take matters into your own hands and fuck your stupid, arrogant, big brother. balls deep.”
Moreover, you should’ve probably have expected this one measly question to slip past your older brother’s lips, leering gaze openly taking your conflicted expression in as if taunting you to properly answer. You wouldn’t lie to me, would you? ‘Course not, like you could anyway. He’d see right past it like he usually does, testing the waters — he’d call it, laying out the fresh bait for your conscious little self to latch onto immediately.
Because to Whitney, there’s nothing prettier, downright satisfying to gaze upon the rosy cheeks you adopt in response to the invasive questioning, that pride of yours so amusing to patiently chip away at, piece by piece. In fact, if you could, you’d evade it altogether though that would mean defeat, wouldn’t it?
And there’s nothing you detest more in this shitty world than to fucking lose.
Especially to this one bastard. Too damn nosy to discreetly mind his own business, y’know? Always the one to hover too close for comfort, bated breath feathering delicately against the soft skin of your flushed ear, to keep you tightly on edge. Long past that, it’s starting to get on your nerves how self-assured he is in his flawed reasoning, simply since he had you sloppily suck him off once on the worn couch and now, it’s what? Only natural to drag you around like some sort of thoughtless puppy? Shamelessly refer to you as his trained, little bitch who’ll get on his knees for the right price?
Gotta be fucking kidding then.
It was the alcohol. Nothing, but the intoxicating substance drumming along your veins that had you act in such a debauched manner, had your painfully hard cock straining against the front of your pants. Yeah. Right? That’s all there was to it. Nothing more.
At least, that’s what you keep insistently reminding yourself of despite the growing, churning heat in your stomach, the not-so-subtle twitching of your hardening cock stirring beneath your ripped jeans or the individual droplets of sweat gently trickling down the navel of your slouched back. Alright, keep fucking lying to yourself then. Surely that’ll help you with your current predicament that you’ve stuck yourself into, muddied foot deep within the shallow trenches and a solid grasp firmly placed around your ankle, threatening to snap your dignity in half.
“Well?” Visibly irritated by your lack of answer, it’s Whitney’s increasingly impatient, snappy voice that unfortunately draws you back from your spiralling calculations — whether to respond with the humiliating truth or not. Can’t let it go, can he? Hence why he so nonchalantly has you sat on his used bed, the rusted springs hidden beneath the dusty mattress alerting your every subtle movement with a distinct creak reverberating through the thin walls.
“Well, what?” Idiot, you know very damn well what he’s getting at, it’s not like you suffer from some sort of amnesiac disease to utilise cluelessness and have him fooled with such blatant tactics.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Should be wiping that snide, awful smirk that instantly appears on his face as he carelessly articulates the question once more. Shameless in his pursuit, hungrily eyeing you up and down like an untouched piece of meat to greedily feast upon, sink his pearly, white fangs into.
Oh, thank the heavens that you weren’t consuming any sort of liquid right this moment because it would’ve been shot straight out of your throat, maybe your nose even considering the absurd sentence from your very own brother — step-brother, to be exact. Still in denial that you two could potentially call each other family, far too homely of a term than the puzzling relationship you both share. Speaking of, you haven’t replied to his question yet and by the looks of it, he isn’t looking too pleased with you if you were to stretch this on any further than it should be.
“N-No, I’ve actually fucked my fair share of girls.” Oh yeah, he’s definitely believing you with that stuttering, the uncertainty all too evident in your tone that only a complete, utter moron would’ve fallen for it. Fucking liar. It wasn’t as though you were entirely lying though, having indeed fucked a girl before, but does it really count if that same person were to be your younger sister, Kylar? At most, you’ve had your decent amount of experiences with others, dated a few girls here and there which is to be acceptable for the average boy of your age. However, beyond the intimate acts of holding hands and bashful kissing, you remained oblivious to the process of well, sex — save for the over the top, raunchy porn you’d occasionally watch and that sole encounter with Kylar that taught you far more than any cheap film ever could.
So, it’s still reasonable, is it not? Though this is Whitney you’re directly dealing with and you know better than to assume he’d take plain ‘no’ for an answer, often brash in his selfish desires. No, more like every time whenever he does act, it leads up to the very same, repetitive situation you’ve familiarized yourself to. You, beneath him. You, helpless in the face of his cruel actions.
Not this time though — fuck, that nasty, little scheme of yours slowly, but ever so surely lurking within the depths of your working mind, grateful for the blonde’s clear ignorance of the shit you were ready to commit to regain that minuscule shred of dignity back. None the wiser, preferring it’d remain that way.
And he can only sharply scoff back to your half-assed attempt at muttering obvious falsehoods. Too cunning of a bastard and god, does it mess with you. “Bullshit. You think I’d believe that? Fuckin’ cmon, admit it. You’ve never really fucked a girl before, huh?” That sickening, creeping nausea steadily filling the depths of your guts from the way he so arrogantly taunts you through his ‘light-hearted’ insults, inadvertently painting you as some sort of virgin loser that never so much as had the slightest chance of growing affectionate with another woman. Fucked your goddamn sister so that’s a one-up on you, huh? Hell, you know better than to let such an obscene admission escape you — since she’s your sister now too, that innocence you so greedily stripped away that one faithful evening within the four corners of her room.
Rather not indulge in such sinful thoughts at the moment, not when your prolonged silence is only confirming his self-righteous suspicions to which he so stubbornly convinced himself of. Knowing better than to reason with your older brother, it’s merely when you do finally relent with a reluctant nod of your head — still maintaining a thin layer of deceit, mind you — that his smug grin widens considerably in return. “So you’re an unused slut, basically.” Choice of words never was the delinquent’s forte, but his crude, frank vocabulary certainly is as he so eloquently puts it. “Hah — I fuckin’ knew it. Wouldn’t be cumming so quickly if you weren’t.” He huffs back in amusement at the sight of your apparent fluster, always so damn squirmy whenever he playfully pokes fun at one of your concealed insecurities. Oh, you really don’t know the dizzying effect you have on him, do you?
The numerous nights spent lazily fisting the base of his cock underneath the woollen covers placed over his bare, sweating body to at the very least obscure his depraved actions — not that he cared much whether he was scandalously caught or not. Much so, he’d prefer if it were you to ‘coincidentally’ walk in on him mid-jerk off session, lend a helping hand to big brother and let him use you however he saw fit. Fuck, yeah. That’d aid him in his ever growing lust for you, borderline animalistic in how he addictively sought you out as expected, like a sweet, sweet drug longing to be taken. A sweet nectar freshly ripe for the taking, plucked free from the gracious buds of the tree to gratefully sink his fangs into and savour the refreshing taste lingering on his tongue.
Feels so right to defile your prudish self, doesn’t it? So, don’t blame him then. Don’t blame him when he suggests — no, coldly orders you to strip off your damn pants which prompts another gaping stare of yours to the sudden command. Handsome, but so, so clueless, aren’t you? Needs to tell you to do everything for your sluggish brain to eventually catch up to his ever approaching rhythm, cocky grin plastered onto his lips signalling that your step-brother is indeed not kidding around as per usual.
“What’re you waitin’ for? I said, strip.” It’s not a gentle reminder nor a well-intentioned push in the right direction, it’s a repeated warning of his thinly veiled frustrations peeking its way through, past the useless restraints he placed onto himself when he could easily be given what he’s wanted. Not without force, though that is in Whitney’s nature to be as rough as possible, having grown accustomed to things going his way whenever he inevitably turned to bloodied brutality. After all, the bully doubts so himself that you don’t furtively desire this all the same too, conflicted movements headed towards the leathered loop of your belt as you willingly comply as tasked to. Good boy, knew you had it in y’a.
“Do I really gotta do this?” If it weren’t for the pretty, pink flush adorning the entirety of your face right now, your older brother would’ve definitely snapped back with a snarky remark of his own, however the sight itself is enough to let him have your dumb self uselessly hope a little further. What does it look like, little brother? Has Whitney ever backtracked on his truthful words?
“Yeah, you gotta cuz’ I told you to. Now just fuckin’ do it already, slut. I don’t got all day.”
“..Fine.” Having fully predicted such a response, heavy shoulders slouching lazily in defeat from the refusal, you shyly carry on with the clumsy strip tease of yours. Can never get your way with him, can y’a?
Goddamn it, shamefully reprimanding yourself for even following suit to his harsh retort though, can you really blame yourself? He’s got you — fucking, trained you like a dog. That’s what it is, a stupid, dumb mutt that can’t help but intrinsically cave in to its depraved instincts as his rightful owner happily taught him to, mindlessly huffing and wagging its fluffy tail to the sugary sweet praise whispered to him. Conditioning you to his every whim as a promising, rewarding treat awaiting in exchange for your dutiful obedience, not bothering to keep your remaining underwear either. Big brother knows best, huh? Look at that pitiful expression etched along your features, averting gaze straying away from his piercing own that’s settled precisely on the drooling tip of your fat, twitching cock dribbling out an alarming amount of pre-cum. How you resist the underlying temptation to automatically press your legs together, denying Whitney of that upfront, perverted view of your spread thighs. So damn easy to get you riled up in a matter of seconds when a tight, warm hole is involved in the filthy equation.
As ensured, you’ll receive as you wish, pup. Only natural to fulfill what you so gravely desire when you’ve been so good so far, right? Offer you the bearing fruits of your well-earned efforts in return while you thoughtlessly salivate over the mere idea, yeah?
“Whitney, this is kinda embarrassing..” Kinda? Practically humiliating to display yourself so lewdly like this, however not as if you hadn’t experienced this rarely either in the past few weeks that steadily transpired. Should’ve grown used to it by now, actually. Still, the lingering shyness of brazenly exposing yourself like this was too much to bear at times, especially with the other’s daunting ogling. Really has to unabashedly eye-fuck you every single time or something. It’s.. somewhat flattering to be thoroughly appreciated like this despite instinctively knowing it’s out of pure, utter objectification.
Aimlessly losing yourself in the middle of your straying thoughts, it’s the recurring shuffling of fabric carelessly being thrown onto the wooden, creaking floor that draws you back to the hazy reality before you. Fuck, a wet dream is a far more suitable term with how this is stereotypically playing out, the confident, sure movements of your older brother’s calloused hands busying themselves with the hem of his waistband and — oh, he’s surely tugging his sweats down, okay. His.. fucking dick, god — how didn’t you conveniently notice how rock hard his cock was beneath that cotton thin material? Leaving you to breathlessly gawk at the free view of Whitney’s drooling tip roughly smacking against the tensed muscles of his stomach, briefly connecting strings of pre-cum to meld with his cooling sweat. Retaking that relaxed, slouched position along the single bed as if he isn’t currently stark naked in front of your unmoving eyes. That distracting to you, huh? Horny mutt.
“Like what you see, slut?” That fucking conceited tone of his makes you want to respond with anything but an affirmative yes, though through the thick lump you swallow down your throat, it’s the muted nod of your head that further serves him to grin widely in satisfaction. Wanna prove him wrong so badly, so damn so. Yet, how can you when he’s shown you all the reasons not to?
Should’ve been paying closer attention then, baby brother. How your brain immediately shuts off in a haze of confusion, numbing static prickling at your empty mind once the blonde instead settles himself comfortably onto your awaiting lap. “Fuckin’ nice seat.” Would’ve been a more comedic remark if it weren’t for the provoking press of his bare ass flush against your pulsing cock, questionably twitching in approval from the brief physical contact. Christ, get a grip on yourself, you moron but, oh — Fuck. You could just.. fucking slip it in and it wouldn’t hurt to let Whitney take the lead as predicted, greedily relish in the slippery warmth fervently welcoming you? Since at the end of the day, you’re just a man, no? A simple man with stupidly horny urges and needs to gratefully sink his cock into the nearest wet hole that merely happens to be his big brother’s whorish one.
Still, that portion of your mind beckons you to reason along with the weirdly alluring pull of plainly muttering out fuck it, shove it in and— and, do the nastiest shit possible, y’know? Yeah, you should do it. Actually, no. No way in fucking hell should you proceed with it. Uselessly humping your hips upwards with a sickening jolt that draws a relieving sigh from the both of you. Stop it, you pervert. You’ve become no better than him, have you?
“W-What’re you doing..?” Is all you can pathetically muster to his blatantly obvious actions, knowing full well what he’s truly doing. Riling you up. Teasing along the edges of your withering limits till it collapses fully onto the ground. It’s what he does best, driving you insane on the daily from school, to outside, to home and his room you frequently pay visits to at night.
“What does it look like I’m doin’? I’m about to fuck your cute cock, pretty boy.” Pretty. Ah, that shouldn’t be your main focus with how he announces it so casually, essentially admitting he’s planning to ride you. Struggling to grasp onto the foreign concept of him, well— being on the receiving end of sex. Doesn’t he like, usually prefer to be the one in the dominant position? In fact, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had selfishly decided to fuck your ass next, fill it to the brim with his seed. Yet, here he is, contently rubbing himself on your flushed, oozing tip, swearing gently as it barely grazes against his puckered hole, thoughtlessly clenching around practically nothing. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only doing this to stake my claim on you, alright? Not fuckin’ fair if some bitch gets to fuck your virgin dick first so, hah— I’m making you into a proper slut. My slut.”
Very convincing, Whitney. Not so much so when he’s shuddering eagerly above you like a man about to be given the slightest taste of heaven itself, namely your cock it seems. Hot. Shit, it is a pretty hot sight, you’ve gotta admit.
So, is this purely a flimsy excuse of his to fuck himself stupid on your dick? Need that much to blindly persuade you he isn’t some sort of drooling cockwhore deep down? Nice try, big brother. Well, you can effortlessly see through his nonchalant act, the barely discernible, rosy flush dusting along his cheeks confirming his secretive, depraved and filthy desires simmering deeply within his core.
“Fuckin’ — ah, help me put it in already.” The resounding gasp escaping him is so breathy, so unlike the dominant, assertive Whitney you’ve familiarized yourself with that your lethargic brain hardly registers his direct order, sounding more like a frantic plea than anything else. Put it in? The little, stuck-up bastard is having difficulty sliding it in, resorting to your aid to lend a helping hand to his futile struggles? That’s cute. The indiscernible trace of a smirk beginning to form onto your lips from his uncharacteristically submissive demeanour, still withholding a decent amount of control in this situation here. Ah, what’re you even saying? He’s given you full leverage to wreck his tight, little hole as you happily please, fuck yourself deeper in that wet warmth you’ve been subconsciously seeking out. You’re the one cupping him within the palm of your hand, oddly contented with this newfound revelation, this switch of power dynamics.
“Can’t you put it in yourself then? It’s not that hard, is it? You’re the one always wanting to do everything so I think it’s only fair you do it.” Indulging in the scowl that appears shortly on his straining features only to dissolve under another one of his tough exteriors. “Fuck, you want me to? Can’t put it in yourself, huh?” He counters snidely, grasping for the bottle of lube conveniently placed on the night dresser nearby, accompanied by barking out a sharp huff of laughter as you cuss out loud a fuck! from the cooling, sticky mixture squirted plainly onto your cock.
“Shit! That’s cold! Why’d you pour it on me? Aren’t you supposed to put it in your— y’know? Your—“ Pausing bashfully in your tracks, immaturity running so deeply you couldn’t even properly stammer out the term if you wished to.
“My what? My ass? I’m not putting that in there, I can fuck myself on your cock just fine without that crap.” Lewd. That’s so lewd how he outwardly states it, blazing face hidden behind your cupped palms as though such a gesture would make this alright, make whatever he’s doing — smoothly grinding on the tip of your lubed, quivering length, how his hole teasingly snatches onto your flushed, leaking cock head only to disappointingly let go again. Fuck, fuck — Fuck. Doing this on purpose, isn’t he? Intent on driving you mad before he even manages to shove it in.
But, as previously stated before, there’s nothing more you hate than to lose, don’t you?
Really, he should be the one blaming himself for your rash and impulsive movements, shouldn’t be letting out that surprised yelp, silenced by a high-pitched gasp as you finally have had enough of his provoking mockery to mutter out a sharp fuck it and drive your increasingly impatient cock right in. Head stupidly thrown back in sheer shock from the unfamiliar yet admittedly pleasurable sensation of having his tight, virgin hole stuffed full of your cock right about now. Clear outline of your entire length pulsing deep within him by the noticeable quivering of his toned tummy, which you don’t hesitate to firmly plant your palm against to draw another satisfying, strangled whimper past his lips. Whore.
“Ah, fucking shit— You’re so fucking tight. Relax a bit for me or I can’t move.” Might as well be snapping your dick in half from the unbearable clenching of his unused insides, warm insides that you’re pervertedly staining white with every glide of your forceful thrusts, every harsh slam of your hips against his ass. Can’t stop yourself though — God, no. Not when the addictive heat of his hole envelops you so damn fucking well, rendering you both to mindlessly cling onto each other, entangled bodies slick with hot sweat trickling steadily down the navel of your arched backs. Namely his. And oh, he really does feel so good. Never mind all the shit he’s done, the stingy tugs of his fists deep within your messied hair, urging you to fuck yourself deeper into his trembling frame. This is the sweet taste of revenge you’ll so dearly savour, hungrily imprinting every choked moan to memory for later reminiscing.
Isn’t he so cute too? Tightening fingertips digging harshly into your shoulders for proper stability, an immediate roll of his eyes to the back of his skull whenever you angle your hips to hit that overly sensitive spot that sends a sickening jolt up his spine. Bound to be leaving marks, though that’s the least of your concerns with how goddamn pretty he looks when fucked stupid, fucked utterly brainless to match the feverish haze of his glazed over eyes. “See? I think you secretly enjoy it, Whitney. I think you— hah, fuck — enjoy that I’m taking the lead for once. ‘S that it? You like havin’ my cock inside you, huh? Like it when your little brother fucks you?” No matter how many times he may blatantly refuse and deny it, through the clawing of his nails, etching bloodied scars into your back that are sure to reside in your skin later on— You fucking know by the squeeze of his slutty hole, ring of cream having nicely settled around the base of your cock. The cocky bitch loves it.
“F-Fuckin’—“ Big brother having trouble speaking? “Bastard, shut— ah! up!” The pitiful whine echoing deeply from his throat almost makes you want to cease your endless blabbering, but y’know what? Fuck that. May as well endure the severe consequences of his actions, from the second you had arrived here, it was bound to end solely in one conclusion. You, balls deep in his ass. You, stupidly drunk off the mere act of ruthlessly fucking your older brother cuz’ shit, does it feel so amazingly good. “If you keep looking at me like that, it only— hah, makes things harder for me here. God, Whitney.. Don’t fucking stop squeezing me, ‘kay?” Not really doing any better than him either, any semblance of control within you possibly thrown out the window with every pleasurable stroke of your cock being sucked so sloppily by his stretched out hole. One thing the delinquent was right about — You being the equivalent of a dumb mutt. A dumb, drooling mutt huffing over his bare chest, depraved instincts kicking in to suck on whatever happens to be nearest and that consequently leads to your dazed gaze zeroing in on his swollen nipples.
Pretty, so fucking pretty. It’s not fair.
Deserving of every torturous inch his tight hole greedily swallows up, the sight of his neglected, puffy nipples almost too much to bear for your watering mouth.
A little taste wouldn’t hurt, would it?
How careless of you to overlook such an area that so desperately needs your loving attention too. Bad little brother you are for that, huh? “Promise to make you feel so good.” Sighing out a guttural groan as the softened pad of your thumbs find home to idly flick at the erect glands, eliciting another strangled curse from the delinquent once again. Sensitive here, isn’t he? “Shit.. Every time I touch your tits here, you tighten up like crazy, hah. Want me to suck on ‘em too?” It’s more of a fervent heads up for your upcoming actions than a polite request, pink tongue curiously poking out to glide along the sheen of sweat settled thickly on the rosy buds. “M-Motherfucker.. Don’t you fuckin’ dare— hmph!” Hastily cut off by the palm of his own hand clasped upon his mouth, he can’t help but to cave in at your perverted antics, specifically that weird obsession of yours with his chest or tits as you so obscenely call ‘em. Shivering lightly at the rhythmic lapping at his nipples which is soon followed by the roll of your tongue against the sensitive flesh, fully latching onto one of them to appreciatively suckle on. The things you do to him, a full on body shock simply from having his pretty tits toyed with, his nipples coyly sucked on by the moist engulf of your warm mouth. “W—What?? Stop, ah, that!” How the fuck do you get to him like this every damn time?
And why the hell does it have to feel so fuckin’ good too?
Screw you, really.
Having managed to get past his carefully placed barriers he put upon himself, a means of protection for his fragile pride that you so selfishly tear away at. Because it’s fun to, an absolute power rush to intently observe your slutty older brother fall apart on your fat cock, split his ass open while you’re at it. Teary eyes threatening to spill free more droplets down the length of his scarlet cheeks, bitten lips oozing fresh blood from your nipping teeth and tongue to gently suckle at as a well-deserved reward. Golden locks becoming increasingly more disheveled from every bounce on your cock, the guidance of your hands locked firmly onto his hips to witness the disappearance and reemergence of your leaking tip to reach that one single spot deep inside him.
And it’s real adorable when you draw your hips further back only to be halted by the weight of his legs wrapped securely around your waist to prevent you from pulling all the way out, so stubbornly too. “Oh, want me to cum inside?” The derisive pitch of your laughter has the blonde simmering in his humiliating position, too caught up in the intoxicating pleasure of being fucked so mercilessly like this to bother uttering out a curse of denial. Fangs bared, seething glare shot solely towards you, it’s you. Of course, it’s you who has the final say, the upper hand regardless. As always. “I-I swear to fuckin’ god, if you pull out now— I’m going to fucking kill you, asshole.” He threatens as per usual, but the shaky incoherence of his speech riddled with whiny moans discredits his shitty attempt at intimidation, coaxing you to readily follow suit to his orders.
Ah, look at him. Fucking bitch in heat.
Can’t say no to that face, can you?
“Wasn’t planning on it anyway, Whitney.” You mutter out soothingly in the shell of his ear, slightly unsettled by the softening tone you’ve taken on to address him. Is it due to the pathetic appearance he’s taken on from your relentless bullying? ‘S not fair he gets to look all cute and pouty while you’re struggling to keep up here, stuttering hips clumsily humping forward to make up for the messy pace because ah— fuck, you’re nearing your fill and so is Whitney, by the looks of it. “You can’t—“ Cutting himself off in a soundless gasp as your balls heavily smack against his ass, mind gone completely blank from the sheer euphoria of having his hole filled to the brim. Can’t? Sure, he can handle just a little more, can’t he? Cmon, he can do better than that. Drool dripping freely from his parted lips for yours to plant sloppy kisses against, stifling his open moans. Drawing your hips one last time to relish in the tight warmth of his wet insides— really, you’ll miss it, fuck— you barely get to process the thick ropes of cum spurting out of his bobbing cock, accompanied by your own climax shortly after. “S-Sorry, oh my god— I’m so sorry, you feel too good. I can’t—“ You sputter out uselessly, a hollow excuse when you continue on with your sloppy thrusts, burying yourself to the hilt to shoot your thick load into. Staining his walls white with your seed since your hips can’t stop themselves from fucking your cum deeper, not till he squirms and swears at you to stop it altogether.
Alright, so maybe you did end up going a tad bit too far this time, but it’s not like he didn’t ask for it. Or so you mumble to yourself to soothe your ever growing worries of where this may lead after the shortly lived, euphoric high you’ve just experienced. Nervously lifting your gaze to seek his as you’re greeted with.. ah, it seems you did fuck up. If anything, you’ve dug yourself a hole so steep you couldn’t possibly climb out of it now. Okay, he looks pissed. Doesn’t mean you don’t have time to mend things between the two of you, right? It’s as you finally muster up a foolish smile to meet his sour expression, that his frown significantly deepens in return.
“..So, uh. Did you like it?”
You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?
Should’ve probably expected this one. The shockingly loud slam of the wooden door closed shut on your face, promptly interrupting your frantic pleas and apologies. Heaps of dirty clothes thrown right into your arms for you to awkwardly pick up from the floor soon after. “Whitney, don’t be like that. Whitney, c’mon. I’m sorry—“ You’re not actually all that sorry, it’s just he looks too cute when angry, really.
“Fuck off!!”
Stubborn as ever, huh? At least, you’ve got to imprint those slutty sounds to memory for later use, having gotten your answer to leave him be for the time being. And oh, glancing down to be met with the sight of your still-hard, neglected cock tented pitifully against the front of your jeans has to be some sort of revenge for your previous animalistic actions, surely. Seriously? Didn’t you just cum too?
..Well, you’ve always got the bathroom to take care of that.
#I am but a man y’know..#couldn’t be left satisfied when whitney had the upper hand in the previous part#never feels right when he’s the one that wins#..what do you mean I base reader off myself?#who said that?#you’re being crazy again#haha! cmon now. it’s time to take your pills#gaslighting? you’re making things up again#dol#degrees of lewdity#SWEET LIKE NECTAR.#whitney the bully#dol whitney#whitney dol#big brother whitney#top male reader#dom male reader#x male reader#character x male reader#asher writes
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tbh all jiang cheng ships are hypothetically good to me because jiang cheng is just so not in a good place for dating or marriage. no one should wife him up which is why anyone wifing him up has great comedy potential. it is a situation you're putting him in where he's forced to cope with intimacy and the possibility of betrayal or rejection. he's going be thinking about his parents' marriage except for the times he's going to be thinking about his sister and his redacted. and also there is the potential for someone to die horribly and leave him alone with a baby. again.
#tagging this with one of my more controversial opinions which is that while we the readers are basically told that the rumours are false#and wei wuxian believes the rumours are false#from jiang cheng's perspective wei wuxian is schrödinger's brother in like three different ways#one of them literal! does he trust that his dad didn't cheat on his mom: no. obviously#does he trust that wei wuxian's mom wouldn't cheat on her husband? he doesn't know her and he doesn't have wwx's attachment to the idea of#her#so anyway legally no biologically maybe emotionally REDACTED#ps yanli said so in public once REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED#maybe he'll think about wc and wzl a little#because you know. snuggles on the lotus pier throne#maybe had something going on with his mom#came into his house and did things to his body that can't be undone#yanli... like the yanli issues are so depressing but if he somehow married and it was somehow not a disaster#always the possibility of being torn from him by death
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COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble – haircuts and contact pictures
no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable
College!Mingyu Masterlist
"Mingyu this better be good." Y/n mumbled, not bothering to say hi.
She was home for the weekend for her older brother's birthday. She thought that being away from her school assigned living quarters would grant her a break from her father's golden player – but boy was she wrong.
Mingyu was clearly making good use of her phone number, sending her random memes and tiktoks he found. He didn't care if she would simply react to his messages with a thumbs up or haha reaction Apple provided it's users for their messaging app – he continued to send them anyways.
She thought that would be the end of it.
But what more did she expect from him.
Y/n was lounging in her childhood home's living room, catching up on her favorite sitcom, when the phone on her lap began to ring – he was facetiming her.
It's not like she had anything better to do.
Swiping to accept the call, Mingyu's face instantly filled the screen.
"I got bored today and did something." He giggled, fiddling with the hat on his head.
"Your homework?"
Shaking his head no, he took off the fitted cap – showcasing the mess that hid under it.
Throwing her head back, letting out a loud laugh. "What the fuck?"
"I cut my hair."
"You look like a troll doll." She fell over onto the couch, all while the boy on the other side of the screen tried his best to keep a straight face.
"My sister said I look like a sucked out mango seed."
"Help." Y/n laughed even harder, hitting the cushion – moisture beginning to pool in her eyes. "Let me screenshot this."
Mingyu sighed, keeping still.
It was all an act. He enjoyed every minute of this – making her smile.
He knew how ridiculous he looked. In fact, he had seen what he looked like before ringing her, and he knew that the second she caught glimpse of how stupid he looked, she would be sent into a fit of laughter.
It was music to his ears.
His favorite sound.
"This is your new contact picture."
"New?" He gasped, putting the hat back on. "What was the old one?"
"Your bean sprout hair."
"I liked that one."
"I like this one more."
Mingyu bit back the smile that threatened to form on his lips. "Whatever, I got dirt on you too. Your brother sent me a picture of you sleeping."
Just like her father, Y/n's brother had grown fond of Mingyu – and not just because they were teammates.
Somehow, Mingyu was infiltrating her whole family. It was only a matter of time before he got to her mom.
The smile on her face fell. "I'm going to kill him."
"It's your contact picture." He beamed.
"Right after I kill you."
@thegirlwhoimagined @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken @f4iryjjosh @akeminy @yonabutnotyuna @tacosandbitch @hanniebaby95 @vanillacheol @aaniag @bettybotterboughtabitofbutter @xbaekcult @alwaysalmostthere @ashkuuuu @morkswatermelonnnn
(for some reason it's not allowing me to tag some who wanted to be added to the perm tag list ... cries... pls check ur settings so i can for future posts)
#what if i make wonwoo oc's brother.....#anyways credit to that one tweet where someone said mingyu looks like a sucked out mango lol#spamwrites#mingyu x reader#mingyu scenarios
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Reminiscing the beginning of this novel again
#orv#orv fanart#omniscient reader's viewpoint#kim dokja#bihyung#somewhat a collision of me and my brothers interest#(we’re getting the other to check out the other media)#quote taken from Diminish#(act 1 ep 6 to be exact)#it all comes together (this is how he got me into ORV)#he said dokja was just will but I don’t like him (I know what he js)#art
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"Mister", she said. Dad, she meant.
The constellation who doesn't yet have a name. Shin Yuseung was well aware of who it was referring to. 'Mister.' It was only a gaze but in fact, many people died because there wasn’t a 'gaze' at an important moment. In that sense, Shin Yuseung was lucky.
[The constellation who doesn't yet have a name is nodding.]
Shin Yuseung received the attention of only one person in the world and stepped forward.
for @chocolatemalt (took the excerpt from the comments don't worry im not spoiling myself on the novel!)
#they make me cry#i love them so much#kim dokja#shin yoosung#orv#webtoon#webweaving#omniscient reader's viewpoint#my scrungly wet rar man and his adorable daughter#and a husband that pushes said daughter (and her brother) into the damn pit#how could you huh?#yoo joonghyuk#answer your crimes!#(jk)#ahh apparently tomorrow is kdj's bday?#i should have posted this tomorrow#hindsight#joongdok#orv manhwa#manhwa
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Saying Toshiro dislikes laios for the same reason he likes Fallin is a take outta nowhere. Guessing this came from someone who just skimmed the series
#its not even subtle#fallin is actually great at handling people did manga readers forget#she's a bit weird like her brother but shes still different#rants as if im even in the fandom anymore#dunmeshi#they just saw this take being passed around on tktok or something#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#fallin touden#toshiro nakamoto#laios touden#the fact that he endured it the entire time. even went along fighting with laios whole he was starving and exhausted#the only time he said all that was when fallin was involved#and he had the RIGHT to be angry#if you found out someone used forbidden sorcery to bring a person you care for back to life#knowing nobody can gurantee the safety of both fallin and many other people#marcille and laios werent normal for this lol#like it showed they truly loved her but didnt think twice to consider the consequences
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i wrote a really small thing related to this post!
I've been getting back into OIs so i came up with this arranged marriage scenario in a Victorian setting for Asmo and MC and have been chewing on it for the past several days lol
I think I'm gonna come up with more stuff for this later but I just wanted to post this for now φ(゜▽゜*)♪
The weather was nice out today so you decided to go for a walk around the estate garden and rest in a somewhat secluded spot. Unfortunately, someone had managed to find you. How did the two of you keep running into each other in place so vast?
"Sooo….." Asmodeus leans into your space to look at the pages of you book. "What are you reading?"
"…A book."
"…Well yea, but what is the book about?"
You hold back your sigh and answer instead. "It's just about something I took interest in recently…"
Asmo stares at you for a moment. "You know, I'm starting to realize something about you."
"You are?"
"Uh huh," he nods. "At first, I thought you were a cagey person, but you're just really socially awkward you know? You kind of remind me of one of my brothers."
You close your book without making note of the page you were on. "I'm going back inside. Goodbye."
"Wait, I didn't mean it in a bad way!"
You sigh. "Are you sure? Cause you've been pretty rude to me several times before. So I'm having a hard time believing that."
Asmodeus makes a face. "It was an observation?"
"Okay. Can you just…let me read please?" The request came out harsher than you intended but maybe you were feeling a little defensive.
So what if you were "awkward". You weren't expecting to talk to anyone when you came out here.
Asmodeus huffs and leans back on his hands. But he doesn't leave…. for some reason. Maybe he was bored?
You flip through your book trying to find what page you were on.
"Page seventy six."
You look over at Asmo who has already busied himself with inspecting his nails.
"Thanks."
#shout out to that one person who said they were interested#i was like...does anyone see my vision#does anyone care about this cause im daydreaming about this for the next couple days until i get bored lol#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmodeus x mc#obey me asmodeus x reader#obey me nightbringer#but yea super short#tried to not reread through it too much#idk why i love these types of manhwas so much#they just do it for me u know#the set up hits all the boxes for me when it comes to romance ig#if asmo had a last name what would it be#like him and his brothers need last names#for this#cause if im referring to their family i need to by last name#anyways...idk if its gonna get to that point#where im making last names for everyone lol#i do know that diavolo is emperor#easiest part about this au#and then of course the brothers are the next most powerful ppl (i think...) i dont really wanna make them kings tbh so...#maybe grand duke??#then i think mcs family is one step under or two steps??#hMMMM#whatever dont worry about this edhjiuwdj
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liv!!! does sweet yuuji have any idea about the feelings between reader and sukuna? has he sensed any tension? or is he completely oblivious single brain cell?? 🤲🏻
no i genuinely think that beautiful brainless boy is just like "wow we are a family <3" bless his heart
#liv got mail#also lowkey WEIRD since HE'S the first itadori brother who ever hooked up w reader......#who said that#big brother!sukuna
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So there’s this rumor that since the moon pulls on water, and the human body is made up of 50%-70% water, a full moon is more likely to effect your sleep cycle and make you moodier.
Now for a moment let’s assume this rumor is a fact. According to OM!’s background art, the Devildom moon is freaking GINORMOUS, especially when it’s full. Because of that, MC is several times moodier, snappier, more anxious, and groggier from extreme lack of sleep than they usually would be during a human world full moon.
How do you think the bros would react to this “fact” once they realize, and what do you think they’d do about it?
-🦢
This would be such a cool fact- and it would work well with the whole, ‘humans don’t belong in the Devildom. But they can visit’
Tho I can’t really think of much the boys could do.
Obviously all of them are more accommodating, trying to remember the mood swings and everything isn’t actually you. You’re basically sick after all-
All of them try to do things for you, like taking over your cooking duties + etc. honestly anything that’ll mean you won’t have extra work.
But besides that, maybe some human safe sleeping  potions or some kind of magic? After all the boys really don’t want you to have to feel like shit just because the moon is full.
#ahhh idk like I said I really couldn’t think of much#🦢 anon!#obey me!#obey me brothers x reader#ro rambles#obey me#obey me x reader
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simeon/mc fluff, “aw, sweetheart you know you don’t have to ask...come here.”
"Anything for you, Angel.”
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Thank you for requesting :) I realize this is very heavily implying MC asking for a hug, but I decided on changing it up a little lol. Hope you enjoy~
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Simeon x MC
GN!MC
Romantic/Platonic
Mentions of MC having a bad day
Only a teensy tiny bit of angst at the very start
Mostly fluff<3
You loved it here. You loved the Devildom, you loved the demons, the angels, and even the human sorcerer. But sometimes things just got to be too much. Sometimes you needed a break, despite wanting to be the best. Being the best... It was something you had strived to be from the very minute you were born.
You weren’t a neglected child--but you always needed the limelight. You longed to be in charge even when there was no need for a leader. Some people would say you were an attention seeker, and others... They would agree. And so did you.
All your life you had imagined people looking down on you, even though they weren’t. And when you were thrown into the Devildom against your will, surrounded by people who were above you in rank--hell, even above you on the food chain. You hated it.
You guessed that was why you were so nosy in the first place. So desperate to make something of yourself that you ended up actually succeeding. At least.. You wished it was that way. You had pacts with the 7 demon brothers, sure. But sometimes... It all just feels.. Useless.
Why would you go to all this trouble for people who have tried to kill you over and over... and over.... and over... You knew they loved you. They said it all the time, and you loved them back. But sometimes… you had
Doubts.
Today was a particularly bad day. You had felt fidgety and out of focus the whole morning, eventually opting to skip breakfast and head to RAD a couple hours before everyone woke up.
You wanted to walk over by yourself, but you knew the brothers would protest if they knew. That’s why you snuck out the window. And maybe it was a bad idea.. but you felt safer knowing that you had all the 7 demon brothers ready to save you if things got out of hand. No lesser demon, no matter how stupid, would mess with you.
You walked down the cobbled streets, the puddles from the nightly Devildom rain illuminated by the soft lamplight. Where you’d expect to hear crickets in the human realm, you could hear the squeaking of bats or the hissing of some kind of insect in the Devildom.It was unsettling when you first came, but you got used to it as time went on.
The cool Devildom breeze carried fallen leaves across the ground and around your feet. The wind fondled your hair and calmed your nerves for the time being.
Why didn’t you do this more often?
As you approached the school you could hear the conversations of loitering demons hanging out with their friends before classes started. You stepped up to the door of RAD, noting the lesser demons shuffling to get out of your way.
This was a normal occurrence of course, but it kind of threw you for a loop now you were alone. You had always assumed they were getting away from whichever brother you were with, not you.
You swung the large rickety door open before being hit with the smell of dust and what you could only describe as “old building smell.” It was almost comforting.
Walking the mostly empty halls, you decided to camp out in the library. Maybe I can get extra work done, You thought as you turned your phone light on for some guidance. The most annoying, and yet endearing part of the Devildom is that they didn’t use lightbulbs for whatever reason.
You would have to conjure fire somehow to light one of the many candles, which you felt too drained to even attempt, let alone succeed in doing. Man, did you wish you had bought one of those lighters you saw when Mammon had taken you out shopping.
You had pointed them out because of the dollar pattern on them. They were perfect for him, but he didn’t smoke and knew enough magic to conjure a fire of his own even if he did, so you ultimately decided on not getting them.
Suddenly, you saw your DDD screen light up, almost blinding you in the dark room.
Has anyone seen MC? -🐍
You sighed in annoyance at Levi having discovered your disappearance. You supposed it was about time, seeing as they should all be up and ready to have breakfast in a few minutes..
No, are they not in their room? -🐱
Just looked. I’m on cooking duty today and went to wake them up for breakfast. -🍔
“Awh, Beel..” You cooed at the sweet demon.
MC’s missing?! - 💄
Looks that way. -🐱
They aren’t in the attic either. -💤🐄
Wait, Belphie, what are you doing awake at this hour?! -💄
First of all, it’s 8:00, and second of all, how could I sleep with you guys spamming the chat like this? -💤🐄
I haven’t seen them either. Mammon’s practically hanging off of them at all times, have you asked him? -🍷
Oh good idea lolol. -🐍
Speaking of, where is Mammon? He’s been suspiciously quiet this whole time. -🐱
He’s probably asleep ROFL. -🐍
“What idiots… They’ll probably take a good several hours to find me..” You thought aloud. You yawned as your eyes started to feel heavy. It was warm in the library, and you had waken up at the break of dawn—well, it would be if the Devildom had a dawn. You felt yourself slowly fall asleep to the rhythmic buzzing of your silenced DDD. The vibrations on the table pulling you deeper into slumber……
“Hey, MC.”
Your eyes flickered open, vision still blurred from sleep. The previously pitch black room now had a soft candlelight glow, which illuminated the soft smile of a certain Angel that had woken you.
“Simeon…?” You mumbled, recognizing the face.
“Mhm,” he hummed, “Everyone’s been looking for you.” He explained with a sweet voice, he spoke softly if you were fragile and could shatter with one wrong word.
“Oh…” You blinked your eyes tiredly, remembering the brothers’ conversation earlier. “Ugh…” You groaned in annoyance, “I don’t wanna go to class..” You pouted, earning a chuckle from Simeon.
“School is over for the day, darling.” He let himself smirk slightly at how your eyes widened at that. You looked away for a moment, seemingly in thought.
“Mm.. Simeon..?” You asked quietly, still too tired to really be considering what you’re saying.
“Yes, Angel?” He replied, waiting for you to continue.
“Can we go back to Purgatory Hall? And can we m-maybe… cuddle when we get there..?” You asked shyly, praying he wouldn’t decline.
His small smile seemingly doubled in size, “Aw, sweetheart,” he cooed, “You know you don’t have to ask. Come here.” He picked you up bridal style, chuckling slightly at how you squeaked as your cheeks flushed.
“I wasn’t expecting you to pick me up.” You giggled.
He smiled again, laughing along with you.
“Anything for you, Angel.”
#simeon x mc#simeon x reader#answered asks#request#fluff#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me fluff#obey me comfort#obey me brothers#obey me angels#purgatory hall#obey me cuddles#ik i said i was sick but ive had a sudden burst of energy lol#anon <3#AsmoTheAvatarOfHornyTM
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The Art of Reassurance and Reframing
My "agenda"? My "aim", you ask? Well, Asmodeus. It's always Asmodeus.
Pairing: gn!reader x Asmodeus (every brother’s closeness with you is expressed, but it’s princess Mo’s golden hour <3; no established relationship, yet, but confessions take place)
TW: some theatrics, slight suggestive content, some clinginess, toe shoe slander, snippet of Asmodeus baby talk (I cry from laughter when he does this to Belphegor in game), some possessiveness and jealously, some hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, brief use of pact, uhh I think that’s it! If anything is missing, let me know. Ty!
Word count: ~4,800
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It was nice meeting you. I had a really good time! Be safe heading home :-)
You send the text before setting your phone onto the counter, careful to avoid the small puddle forming as water droplets drip down your jacket sleeve. As much fun as your date had been tonight, the downpour had cut your plans short. You're home much earlier than you anticipated and admittedly, a little bummed out. You had been pretty excited to scope out the pastry shop they swore was one of, if not the best, in your area.
It's too bad, you think, as you shrug off your jacket.
You hang it onto the back of a nearby chair to dry, pointedly ignoring any mess that might be accumulating on the floor in favor of changing into drier clothes.
You grab your phone before heading into your room. As you plug it in to charge, a notification pops up that causes you to smile and shake your head softly.
Home safe! Thanks for coming out with me, I really had a good time. And if it's not weird or anything, I would like to hang out again! We can go to the cafe I mentioned, and maybe you can show me a place you like?
Ah! Sorry to text you if you never planned on seeing me again, that's totally fine! You were just...a lot cooler than I expected
Your friend gave you a head's up about your date's social anxiety, but that didn't trouble you at all. In fact, they were quite charming once they stepped out of their shell. Never had you met someone so devoted to the art of restoring furniture that they upholstered nearly every piece in their home. Even going so far as to woodwork new legs for the pieces they had collected when dumpster diving. It was cute how passionate they got about their interests, and how intently they had listened to yours. You haven't had a conversation like that in some time, not since...
You snort to yourself, lips curling upwards as Leviathan comes to mind.
Sounds like a plan, I'm already thinking of a place or two I'd love to show you. I'll let you know when I'm free next week!
You send the text back in record time, not giving them a chance to spiral into a bout of overthinking. You'd mastered the art of reassurance and reframing during your time in the Devildom.
Your eyes flicker over to the clock and you sigh through your nose. You still have about another two hours before one of the brothers will check in with you. You suppose while you wait in the meantime, you could watch a movie or mess around with the games still downloaded on your D.D.D.
You walk over to your dresser, pulling out a pair of pajamas to change into. Once you're finished, you throw your damp clothes into the hamper and move to open your sock drawer. Although it serves little use here, your D.D.D. can still send and receive calls and texts. This little blessing, however, soon became a point of contention during your first week back.
You rub at your temples as you recall how your D.D.D. began to ring at odd hours with creative excuses as to why it was absolutely necessary for you to pick up the phone at four in the morning.
"Wait, wait, don't hang up! C'mon human, you're my lucky charm. Ya gotta tell me what I should call, red or black? I got 10,000 grimm riding on roulette, but no pressure! Go with yer gut."
"What?! No! You can't go yet! I haven't even told you about what happened to Mammon when Solomon and I caught him trying to pawn off one of his tools! Oh, won't you stay on a bit longer with me? You don't have Devilgram out there, so how else am I supposed to keep you updated on all things Mo?"
"H-hey, you can't go to sleep now! I've been trying to plan out my panel attendance order for the convention, but no one gets how important the sequence is like you do! S-speaking of events I need your opinion because there’s a TSL group meeting on Saturday, but the Dreaddit House of Sorrow Fanclub Meetup is scheduled at the same time. So now I don’t know if -"
"I was eating a burger and thought of you...are you making sure to eat over there? Ah, good I'm glad. Oh, that sound? No, it's just my stomach. I got hungry thinking of the human realm food you've been sending pictures of. Could you send a recipe or two? Satan promised to recreate some if I stay away from the cat food he hides in his room. Yeah, I tried it. Hmm, it was actually pretty tasty."
"If you fall asleep on me now, I'll just have to visit you in your dreams. Who cares if I'm yawning? I'm always yawning. I want to talk to you, so tell me about your day. A botanical garden at night? Was it as nice as ours? Just different...hm, I guess it wouldn't be too bad if I got to see it with you. Human world fireflies don't suck up light, right? Then what do they eat?"
"Don't worry, I took care of Mammon; he won't be calling you anymore tonight. Oh, I didn't harm him, we just had a talk. No, no, I'm not upset anymore. Speaking with you calms me down. Are you enjoying the book I sent you? I'm relieved to hear it. What do I think? Well...I find myself thinking of the lead often. They sit by the ocean every day, at the same time, waiting for their lover to return. After 5 years, it seems illogical to believe they'll just appear one day. Yet, I think I've come to understand that sort of irrational thinking. Ah, what am I doing? I'm just as bad as Mammon. You're tired; I'll take my leave."
"I've handled the matter, so please get some rest. How did they take it? Hmph, surprisingly well when they realized how they've exhausted your patience. I sound tired? Your patience is not the only one which has been exhausted this week. Yes, things have been going well. Diavolo remarked earlier this evening that the Devildom has dimmed in your absence; I am inclined to agree with him."
To preserve peace within Lamentation and give you breathing room, Lucifer forbade his brothers from contacting you at unreasonable hours or at unreasonable rates. With your input, he established a strict calling schedule: three nights a week set aside for a private call with one of the seven brothers.
But not a day has gone by without someone messaging you. Even Solomon continues to contact you through your D.D.D. despite having your human world number.
He had caught you by surprise earlier, calling you while you and your date were halfway through dinner. Although the timing wasn't ideal, you should have expected it. You haven't checked your D.D.D. all day and someone was bound to over speculate the reason why.
You pull the device out from under the socks you've tucked it between for safe keeping and raise a brow in concern as the screen turns on.
A stack of messages from the group chats is nothing out of the ordinary. But 16 texts from Asmodeus alone is a bit excessive.
Heeey!!
C'mon cutie, don't ignore me
Ugh, you don't have your D.D.D. on you, do you?
I can't stand it! Answer me as soon as you get back!
I hate that you're so far!! I'm so worked up that I walked all the way up to your bedroom door before I remembered you're not here...
I was so gonna scold you!
You know more than anyone I hate being neglected like this, especially by you <3
It's no fair! If you don't answer me, I'm gonna barge into the castle and demand they let me go check on you.
Ok, I'm totally bluffing. There's no way Lucifer would let me reach the castle to ask Diavolo anyway!
But, it's my job to protect you...
I mean a little punishment wouldn't be too bad, right? It sounds kind of exciting!
Aren't you honored a beauty like me would risk it all for you?
We finished dinner and now I'm tucked into bed, but I'm freezing under the covers without you beside me to keep me warm.
What am I supposed to do, MC? My most precious person won't acknowledge me, I'm heartbroken...
You have to take responsibility for this!
I miss your voice.
You roll your eyes at his theatrics but can't stop the smile that tugs at your lips. Asmodeus could be frustrating at times, but you miss him.
You chuckle as you recall countless memories of him barging into your room, insistent on spending his allotted quality time with you. How if you couldn't indulge him right away, he'd lounge on your bed, scrolling through his D.D.D. until you were done studying.
He could be even worse than Mammon when the mood struck, but you can't deny the pride that puffs up in your chest as you acknowledge how content he is just to be in your company. It feeds your insatiable heart, gluttonous for the selfish satisfaction that thrums in your veins whenever you hold his attention.
You feel it coursing through you now as you reminisce about late-night cuddles shared beneath his room's rosy canopy, face mask slipping off as you laugh uncontrollably at his nightly facial exercise routine. You reminisce about the way he'd cling to you as you walked to and from school and how he would hang off your arm, fingers pressed against plush lips, when he couldn't hold back his laughter.
If you picture it for long enough, you can still feel the phantom touch of his hugs. Lithe arms embracing you, pressing your body against his as his head comes to rest into the crook of your shoulder...
You sigh, dragging a hand down your face.
Ok. You really miss him.
Warmth blossoms in your chest as your eyes scan over the texts again. Even realms apart, he still makes you feel adored.
I'm not ignoring you, Mo. I was just busy today. Are you doing alright?
No sooner than you send the text, a call comes in. You click to accept it before holding the receiver up to your ear.
"Hey Mo, wha-"
"You love me, don't you?!"
You pause for a moment, trying not to laugh as his petulant tone crackles through.
"Course I do."
"Then, where were you all day? No one could get a hold of you, and you wouldn't answer anyone's texts. I mean I get it when it comes to the others, but to not answer my texts! How could you?" You can hear him shuffling around, a slight splash of water following the movement.
"Asmodeus, are you taking this call from your bath?" You feel his sigh roll through the receiver, puffing up against your skin.
"Don't try to change the subject. You're the reason I'm in here, you know? Stress damages the skin! I had to calm down somehow." Continuous splashing only accentuates the image of him building in your mind, frantically gesturing at you before crossing his arms with a pout.
"I'm sorry I got you all worked up. How can I make it up to the lovely princess Mo?" You bite your lip as his infectious giggle tinkles in your ear.
"Well," his tone turns coquettish, "you could start by telling me what you're wearing?" The question drags an exaggerated groan out of you, but it's all in good humor.
"Are you aware of how insufferable you can be?"
"Yes," he gloats, "but that's when you admire me most!" A stupid grin plasters itself to your face, one you picture him to be wearing too.
He's right.
Over the time you've spent with him, you've come to find his forwardness more silly and endearing if anything. He's made it too easy for you to be carefree around him, and if he asked it of you, you'd bare to him the darkness locked within your heart without batting an eye.
"I'm in pajamas." You offer him a bite.
"Aw, cute! I'm wearing nothing." He takes it and swallows it whole.
"Yes, I think we've already established that." You snicker at the huff he lets out.
"It would be way more interesting if you had worn something into the bath with you." You laugh into the transmitter.
"Like that one time you came back from partying with succubi after finals! You were so drunk I thought you were going to strut straight into the shower with your pretty high heels on." A slight squeal has you pulling the receiver away slightly.
"Aaah, so you do remember the red bottoms! Oh, oh! Darling, can I confess something about that night?" The water sloshes back and forth in the background with his excitement.
"Mhm, what is it?" You hum.
"I actually changed into those before I came home. The pair I left with got stomped on at the club and looked so gross!" He lets out an exasperated sigh.
"It's a pity that some demons have no rhythm, but it's unforgivable that they have no shame ruining the dance floor for everybody. I mean, so many people came out to celebrate me and I had to greet them like that! Can you believe it?!"
Some more sloshing spills through the receiver, but it sounds more like he's wading through the water than disturbing it.
"What an embarrassment! There wasn't a hope in hell I'd let you see me like that." You hear him shudder.
"So, I stopped at a late night boutique and when I saw the red bottoms I just knew I had to buy them. After all, you're the one who said they would look gorgeous on me!" He pauses for a moment, a loud splash sounding, before he speaks again.
"I've only ever worn them that night," the lilt of his voice makes warmth rush to your cheeks.
"Just. For. You," he teases. "Did I look good?"
"You looked like you always do, " you mumble. But he catches on quick.
You've caught him alone in his room once, and only once, with tears prickling his glassy eyes, shaken and unsure of himself. You didn't know where you stood with the demon you had only recently formed a pact with at the time, but you pushed down your apprehension, refusing to leave his side unless he pushed you away.
But, he never did.
So, you stayed. Bracingly conveying to him all the ways you found him to be breathtaking inside and out. You can recall the alarming rate at which your heart palpitated as he curled up into you under the covers, his tears dampening the shirt beneath your RAD uniform as he sobbed into your chest. It was daunting to toe the line of a confession you weren't ready to deliver, especially to a demon just beginning to respect you. But your desire to soothe his self-doubt had won out.
You regret nothing. You two have been inseparable since.
"Then what a sight I must have been." He sighs, dreamily, tearing you away from your thoughts. "Lucky you!”
A wicked little idea comes to mind.
"I have something to confess too." You suppose you'll play along some since he wants to be such a tease tonight. Tired of standing in front of your dresser, you go lay down on your bed.
"And that would be?" You hear a door open and shut, confirming that bath time is indeed over.
You fake a deep sigh. He seems to be ruffling through something that you suspect to be his wardrobe.
"Today, I tried on something new. Agh, it's a bit embarrassing, Mo. I've...never felt this bold." The sound stops for just a moment.
"Oh." What sounds like hangers clatter in the background.
"There's no need to be shy! You know you don't have to hide anything from me. No matter how depraved you might seem to others, everything, well - you - will always be endearing to me."
You almost feel bad for starting this anticlimactic buildup...almost.
"You swear you won't think differently of me?" Immediately, he lets out a cry of indignation.
"Oh, never! If anything, I'll only fall for you more."
"Ok..," you pause for dramatic effect, "Today...I wore toe shoes. It took some time to get used to each toe pocket, but my feet have never felt so free!"
"Very funny, dear," Asmodeus mocks. "But seriously don't even joke about those things, just ew! Your feet deserve so much better, you shouldn't disrespect them like that. What would you even wear with those abominations?!"
He cuts you off before you can reply with something stupid.
"Don't you dare say cargo shorts and a t-shirt! I forbid you from ever wearing such a fashion disaster!" Yeah, there's no stopping the laughter that peels out of you.
"Forbid me?! They can't be that bad." Again, he sighs.
"Darling. If you truly love me, promise you won't wear something so treacherous." You finally begin to calm down, taking in shallow breaths.
"I promise, cross my heart!"
"Good."
You hear what you think is the phone being plopped onto the bed before there’s more shuffling, albeit further away this time. It lasts more than a moment or two, so you figure he's changing. Surprising, since he sleeps in the nude whenever you're not with him.
"I can't say I'm not disappointed. Here I was thinking I would get to hear about you trying on something more," he hums a coy little tune, "fun."
"You know I'd adore you in anything that makes you feel confident," he purrs. "But something cute and risqué like that should only be seen by me."
You can't place it, but something about his tone doesn't sit right with you. Shifting up on your bed, you recline back onto the pillows holding you up against the headboard.
"And who else would have seen it?" You scoff.
"Hmm, I wonder. Oh, what about that human you went on a date with today?" Your mouth parts in shock.
Oh, indeed. You feel your heart drop as his tone twists into something sour.
"How did you...?" It hits you, your call with Solomon. You sigh, for real this time, running a hand up and down your thigh as you try to process how to best explain this to the impassioned demon.
"How much did Solomon tell you?"
"Enough." You can hear the slight waver in his voice.
"Is that why you sent me all those texts today?" He's silent, but you hear a slight sniffle.
"Have you mentioned this to the others?" Your chest freezes at the thought. You don't want this to get out of hand. The last thing you need is a livid horde of demons, or worse, crows, appearing at your doorstep.
"No." You breathe a sigh of relief. Ok, you can fix this.
"Not yet. Can you imagine how it's going to break their hearts?" He laments.
"Leviathan nearly summoned Lotan on me this afternoon when I asked him to switch days with me this week. He'll set him on that human the minute he finds out, you know?"
A snarl rips through the speaker, sending sparks down your spine. You try to say anything to calm him down so you can explain, but you can't get a word in.
"It's not like me to get so angry, but I can't stand the thought of some filthy human putting their hands on you and dirtying your beautiful skin. Hah, I could just-" Your heart speeds up when you hear what sounds like the rapid flapping of wings.
"You belong with us." He hisses. "We never should have let you go back there! Ugh, I won't let anyone take you away from me!" Petulance dips down into a deep, dark growl. A low rumble drones in your skull and buzzes beneath your skin; the work of Asmodeus's infernal curses that no human ear can decipher.
"You are the only being in all three realms I love more than myself." It's not the first time he's said this, but this time it feels different.
"I won't share you with some stranger who has the gall to approach you! You're mine." You feel your brows jump up as the word leaves him with a snarl. You've never heard Asmodeus so wound up.
"I'm...yours?" The words tumble out before you can stop them.
"Yes, my precious little human," he croons at you and your heart leaps in your chest from an emotion you can't place just yet. Somewhere between hope and concern, you think.
"And I'm yours." Your mindless repeat seems to abate some of his hostility. As his admission sinks in, your skin begins to flush everywhere.
"Mo-"
"Mm, maybe I should request to go to the human realm after all so I can bring you home," his cold clipped tone makes your body shudder from the conflicting sensations he plucks from you, unable to keep up with his favor and fury.
"I don't blame you, dear. Of course someone would come to adore you during your time there. Who wouldn't? You even managed to woo me!" The flapping doesn't stop, but it slows down considerably.
He sucks in a shaky breath before he robs you of yours.
"What do they offer you that I haven't, that I can't?" He spits the question out, voice warbling.
"You told me that I was enough for you as I am. Did that mean nothing?" You need to stop this before it escalates further.
"Asmodeus, listen to me. I need you to calm down."
Even through the phone, your authority carries over and activates your pact. You place a hand on your chest, taking deep breaths yourself as Asmodeus's panicked breaths finally mellow out. He'd only ever sounded that shaken up that one night, long ago.
"Yes, I did go on a date with a human today." Another frustrated snarl rips through the speaker, but you push forward despite how your body screams at you to flee.
"But, I have no romantic feelings towards this person. I went on a blind date with a friend's coworker. They've only been on one or two dates before and were nervous to re-enter the dating scene - that's it. We are only acquaintances, maybe we'll become friends, but I promise you that's it."
You can't help but fiddle with your pajama shirt as he stays silent, your head racing with the revelation that the flirtatious demon's teasings have meant more than you let yourself believe.
It excites you, makes your heart thud against your ribcage, and your chest feels as light as a feather. But, it also terrifies you. The weight of the words wears you down, tipping you over the line you've toed for so long, completely unprepared for the fall.
He can try to suppress them, but Asmodeus's muffled sniffles resonate through the receiver and claw at your heart.
"You're someone, I mean you, I love you more than anyone in the three realms, worlds, too." You start, cursing at how you fumble your words.
You grip your shirt tighter as his breath hitches.
"I meant everything I said then, that night, and now - I mean I still mean it now. You were right, I admire you, adore you, even. My life here in the human realm, world, whatever, it's fine. But even with the sun shining on everything, it feels dimmer here than it was when I was in the Devildom with you."
You're starting to put all the pieces together as the words fall out of your mouth.
"I hate that I made you feel this way. I didn't mention it because I didn't think it was important, that it was something that would matter to you. Demons are vying for your attention all the time; humans aren't for mine."
"Those demons don't matter." He finally speaks, voice soft. "The only being whose attention I want is yours. My heart can't take the thought of someone taking your eyes off me. I need you to see me."
You take a deep breath.
"I do see you, Mo. You have always been enough, and I'm sorry that my actions caused you to think differently. I've missed your voice too, you know?" You feel pressure building up behind your eyes as tears start to form. He really wants you. You want him to know you've wanted him too.
"I-," your voice cracks some.
"I think about you guys all the time. I think about you all the time. Whenever I have a cupcake at a party, I wish I could share it with you. Whenever I go shopping, I think of what you might like best. When I watch movies, I wish that you could be there on the couch sitting next to me. When I crawl into bed, I wish I could curl up with you. I just wish that I was with you. Even right now, I wish I could hug you and tell you this face-to-face." You wipe at your eyes, unable to hold back the pure love you have for this utterly ridiculous demon.
"I-I love you too, Mo. Seriously, I see you." The feelings hidden behind sweet little jabs or subtle teases aren't enough for you two anymore.
"Why can't you be here right now?! It's not fair!" Asmodeus whines into the phone.
"Solomon said you sounded like you were having such a good time. I love hearing you're happy, but it hurts when you're not happy because of me."
You sniffle, chuckling into the phone.
"Silly, I'm always happy cause of you. Even right now, I mean yeah I'm crying, but I'm really happy."
"Oh, that's it! I really need to come see you as soon as possible. I'll beg Lucifer if I have to! I can't let all those tears dry out your skin. Make sure you drink water - I'll be furious with you if you let yourself wake up with a headache tomorrow."
"Can you show me how you do that face thing again, when you come?" Tension begins to fade from your tired muscles. Finally, things feel fine again.
"You shouldn't underestimate the wonders of facial reflexology and its endless benefits! Wait - are you seriously laughing? You stop that! Ugh, oh I'll show you when I get there alright!"
Actually, things are way better than fine.
You glance over to the clock as you feel your eyelids begin to droop and wonder how three hours passed by so fast.
You’re still on the call with Asmodeus, catching up on what’s happened in the house and what the rest of his plans are for this week. Planning his trip to the human world has now moved to the top of his agenda.
"Hm, darling? Are you alright? You're too quiet."
"Yeah, Mo. Jus'shleepy." You can feel yourself fading out, head drooping back onto the headboard.
"I guess it's time to say goodnight."
Tired as you are, you can't fight the blush that rises as Asmodeus begins to make obnoxious kissy noises into the phone.
"Aah, I mwiss you so much my pwetty wittle huwman. So sweepy."
"Asmodeus, please. Anything but the baby talk!" You groan in embarrassment.
"Sorry, darling, I couldn't help myself. You sound so precious. Mwah, I love you and I promise you'll see me soon."
"Yes, see you soon. G'night, love you." You end the call, getting up to go put your D.D.D. to charge. A notification startles you as you drift along in your sleepy stupor.
You crack a small smile as you click on it, opening your chat with Asmodeus. He's sent you links about facial reflexology and the importance of doing skin tightening exercises.
Brush up on it, beautiful. You will have a set routine by the time I'm done with you!
#Asmodeus is only second to Diavolo is my endless brain rot#Asmodeus lovers we ride at devildom’s dim dawn#Forgive the amount of italics they were necessary#That night you confessed all these things to Asmodeus amounted to the onset of a courtship in his mind that’s why he’s absolutely destroyed#Given my personality and humor Asmodeus is someone I would be very comfortable with#I want everyone to be able to enjoy him as much as I do#n the most recent event I lost it when he said “There’s not a hope in hell [heart emoji]”#Third funniest brother on my list#I also never mention this but I leave the relationships semi-ambiguous so whether you’re poly or not enjoy to your heart’s content#Asmodeus x reader#Reader x Asmodeus#Obey me x reader#obey me reader#obey me reader insert#Obey me asmodeus#Obey me mammon#Obey me beelzebub#Obey me leviathan#Obey me satan#Obey me lucifer#Obey me solomon#Obey me thirteen#Obey me diavolo#text fic#obey me#obey me one master to rule them all#gn reader#omomtrta#asmodeus x y/n#secret note: not sure how I feel about this fic but its the only one that i've ever teared up writing
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Maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but here I go.
If we see Eddie Munson in season five of Stranger Things, I don’t want him to be a figment of Dustin’s imagination like Joseph Quinn and Joe Keery were discussing. Or in a flashback or dream sequence.
Don’t get me wrong, I want to see Joseph Quinn as Eddie Munson again, but the reminder that he’s dead and never coming back would hurt too much. It would be like rubbing salt in the wound. The final scene we had with him was painful enough.
Since Friday, I’ve read so many creative and well-crafted stories where Eddie Munson comes back to life. Outside of fics, I’ve also read lots of cool theories that are just crazy enough to the point where they’re plausible in the Stranger Things universe.
Eddie Munson deserves to be brought back to life and get a happy ending. He never did anything wrong. What he didn’t deserve was to die for nothing because, in the end, his sacrifice was unnecessary, avoidable, and meant nothing. I’ll get into that at another time.
The want for Eddie to return alive is there, and so are the stories. It’s not all that far-fetched since we watched Eleven bring Max back to life after she was mutilated and so was Eddie.
Last thoughts, I really hope Netflix, the Stranger Things writers, and the Duffer Brothers are paying attention right now. Because they messed up big time, but it all can be fixed.
I’ve seen people fix it in their stories. I even have my own ideas on how it can be fixed.
It’s just a matter of if they care enough or want to think outside the box. And I hope after all the backlash to his bullshit death that they start to care.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things spoilers#stranger things 4 spoilers#if you have nothing nice to say don't bother saying it#people are being way too weird to people who are theorizing about his return#or want him to come back in general#i stand by what i said#the duffer brothers messed up big time#the fact that they killed him was lazy#anyway#i'm done ranting in the tags#get ready for more rant posts#because i am livid
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Not only that, she recognised a few familiar faces, too. Such as a short height with bandages tightly wrapped around in one arm…
[Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Isn't this our little Flame Dragon?!]
Uriel dashed towards the figure of the Abyssal Black Flame Dragon and performed a head-lock.
[Keuk! An enemy's sneak attack?!]
[It's me, your Archangel noonim.]
[Release me at once!]
Hugtober Day 6/? - Good? In My Evil?? It’s More Likely Than You Think!
[ID: A greyscale piece of digital fanart depicting Uriel and the Abyssal Black Flame Dragon from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint. Uriel, dressed in a black dress with a metallic edge and anklets, stands behind the Abyssal Black Flame Dragon and grins widely as she noogies him. Her six feathery wings spread out behind her, and a simple halo hovers over her head. The Abyssal Black Flame Dragon appears in his human form, wearing a black sweatshirt and ripped dark gray jeans with a black belt around his right thigh and two chains looping from both hips. His left arm is wreathed in bandages, and his cheeks are covered in scales. Two short horns poke out from his ruffled black hair, and his two bat-like wings bunch up behind him as he’s held against Uriel. He glares up at his captor, his right hand tugging at the arm around his neck and his left shoving up against Uriel’s elbow as she digs her fist into the top of his head. /end ID]
#omniscient reader's viewpoint#orv#orv uriel#demon-like judge of fire#abyssal black flame dragon#omniscient reader#SEE I SAID THE NEXT ONE WOULD BE HAPPIER#NOT EVERYTHING IS SADNESS AND TEARS#my attempts at art#hugtober 2022#hugtober day 6#this is definitely one I'm probably gonna go back and fully color at some point#purely because I recolored the faint parts so much I can't let it sit lol#HATE DOING THINGS ON ONE LAYER#but I loooove fill paint lol#what a dilemma#if Uriel's barely 5'3-4 then ABFD absolutely get's to be less than 5'#I love the company's constellations' interactions with each other#especially these two dorks#the greatest good is noogie-ing your immortal younger brother#the greatest evil is starting an idol group together#side note these wings took FOREVER#you can tell I gave up after a point lmao#kudos to people who put a lot of effort into making wings look accurate but unfortunately I just don't have it in me#anyways I am very very very behind on posting#very behind on. many things actually#BUT ANYWAY#there's a few more done ones#one that might be done by the end of the month if I don't keep crashing immediately after work#and...POSSIBLY.......fic....if I can stop needlessly editing and just finish the dang thing
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I had an Isaac run where it was so stressful my heartrate was at a 145bpm and it persisted for 6 hours. After that, like every day that followed, my heart would just suddenly shoot up to 120-140bpm for an hour if I so much as thought about something I've been stressing over recently. Everybody encouraging me to go to the ER. And I'm just like "Oh please I've actually always been like this, I'm fine." Had to chop down my Adderall dosage. But I swear I've felt like this since high school, but I guess the medicine enhances the feeling and that feeling was ANXIETY.
So, suffice to say, playing The Binding of Isaac™️ almost gave me a heart attack.
#and its not the adderall thats just inducing the heartrate#cause i only got prescribed adderall this year#dad got diagnosed with afib when i was still in school. he rushed himself to the hospital with mom while i was taking a test#i was like what the heck where did you guys go and mom said oh dad was having a heart attack or something and we didnt want to bother you#like WOULDNT YOU TELL YOUR CHILD OH MAYBE YOU WONT SEE YOUR FATHER AFTER WE GO TO THE HOSPITAL BUT FINISH YOUR EXAM BABY#that was like 2020 and we have a couple of those oxygen readers for your fingers and it measures your heartbeat#i out one on for fun im just sitting there at the dinner table and my heartrate was at 120#like i didnt do anything we been stuck at home because pandemic and we just having a nice dinner#and my heartbeat was just thats my resting heartrate. they told me to try the blood pressure thing#average blood pressure but truly my heartbeat was just vibing at 120. mis padres were like oh no maybe you have afib too#babes youre too young to have that. and i jsut said oh is that what it means when im nauseous and have to lie down#i havent been diagnosed with anything. i suspect is tachycardia but no official thing#although i havent seen a cardiologist. what if we pay to get a screening and its nothing#i dont want to go thru all that and let it be nothing. lets wait until its a real problem#when my brother and his family visited just like what two weeks ago he was like#he was sitting on moms exercise bike and said it reads your heartrate#and it did you put your hands on the handle and it reads yer pulse#i told him like oooh let me try. hey brother my resting heartrate is 120 a lot. and hes like. what. get on this thing#and i get off the couch literally resting and lay my hands on the handles#and we see it go up. from 80 to 90 to 100 to 110 to 120 and hes a nurse and my moms a nurse and he says go upstairs and rest#dont hang out here with the kids. and im like ha i already told mom#he said sit there for ten minutes dont do anythingg and were trying again#he got mom to call our doctor and my doctor said to stop taking the adderall which is NOT IDEAL theres worse repurcussions to stop cold#so i cut mine in half. cause i had a dosage of 20mg and i almost fainted at work. we died the dosage down to 15#but after all that i cut my 15 down to 7.5 cause hey i cant stop cold but i can ween myself#brother said i shouldnt be taking adderall if im not doing anything that requires focus. but im like i need focus to live man#look at how much ive been drawing...i mean its only in like hour long intervals but its productive#so theres that. i can feel my heartrate already up but i guess its just a thing with me...anywho#doodles#the binding of isaac
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