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devouring-hive · 3 months

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Sakuya chub fic, 5-9-22?

Perhaps you ought to have expected it. It's not as though you didn't know when the date started that this was her job after all, Sakuya is pretty famous online, for this. Hell- It'd been part of why you wanted to meet her! But so often does an expectation fail to intersect with reality that when, in parting, you were offered the key to her home... It felt as though you'd been granted the keys to Heaven, instead.

No one ever got to Heaven without a little toil though- Not even her, and especially not you. So now you sit anxiously in her room, the lights dimmed, the microphone set and re-set time and time again as some small mountain of a meal sits just off-scene waiting to be introduced to the waiting masses so close beyond- The masses that 'til just the morning before you'd have counted yourself among.

Perhaps sensing your anxiety, Sakuya pauses in her preparation.

"Don't worry." She reassures, in a soft voice- Like she were consoling a particularly-anxious child, or perhaps even a pet. "All you have to do is pass the food along to me once I've got the introduction done. I'll even let you choose the order, mmh? It'll be fun, I promise." A valiant effort to be sure- But there's nothing she'd be able to say that could staunch the butterflies in your stomach, not when... Her costume, the 'Perfect Maid' outfit, turns out to be so much tighter on her than you ever thought it'd be.

It's something of an open secret to Sakuya's larger community that the long spree of mukbangs that she's been partaking in throughout the winter months have had an effect on her, no one can eat that much that frequently without having it stick to them- No matter their regimen thereafter. But-- It's different, somehow, knowing and seeing the slowly-yet-steady plumping of the 'Perfect Maid's body over the course of stream after stream, and... Being there, to see it personally.

Past frills and flourishes, across continually re-stitched and resewn fabrics, the curve and contour of Sakuya's body continues to press out against her outfit's confinement. Meaty thighs that burgeon out from beneath the costume's miniskirt, hefty breasts that demand the unfastening of the top-few buttons to her vest and the undershirt beneath- These are things everyone knows about, that everyone has seen.

No one but you, now, has seen in full the extent of the consequence that Sakuya's stream-diet has wrought on her body though. Between those two oft-advertised nexus of plushness sits, as though on a throne, a sizeable plump of dough. A pot-belly it'd be called, if anyone else could see it- But you know better than to dare tow that line, not where you are now. Even as the swell of it strains at the obviously-untended seams 'round the waist of her vest and tugs tautly the buttons just 'cross the middle, you wouldn't dare ruin the chance you have now just to point that out.

So with a last wink sent your way, Sakuya taps at the remote connected to her camera and sets off a cascade of soft lights and gentle piano- A staple of the 'Perfect Maid' persona that Sakuya puts on for these particular streams. Some part of you unconsciously ends up tuning out that opening minute-or-three of introduction and chatter with the early-comers, so often you'd seen it from other perspectives... But your hazy reverie is cut short by a cue nearly missed, as striking silver-blue eyes glance over in your direction.

"The Masters and Mistresses might've guessed by now, but~... I'd gone out and brought us-" You move quickly, quietly, as you can. She'd counted on you to be on top of this, and from the sounds of the strain in her tone it's apparent you'd kept her waiting. Without thinking, you pass her a box of cheesecake. She doesn't seem particularly pleased wit hit, but nonetheless turns back to the camera and puts on a tender smile, fit to her tender voice. "Some cheesecake! I'd figured that we could have dessert before dinner today, since you've all been working so hard."

Much as it's apparent to you from the sidelines that Sakuya is uncomfortable with the very concept of this much sweetness this early on, she's too deep into the roleplay to change it now. So the 'Perfect Maid' pulls a silver fork from her collection, and then daintily begins picking at the rich confection as though it could turn toxic at any moment.

Still, despite herself and the discomfort of the ordeal, Sakuya pulls through. She's not unused to eating large amounts at this juncture, so even through the weight of the dessert she remained near stoically determined, stopping only to offer commentary and occasional flashes of 'perfect' legs, or bounteous chest. It's almost a marvel in your eyes, you've seen her eat near a hundred times by now of course- But it was always behind a screen in some way or another, where any leftover boxes would vanish offscreen, never to be seen again, forgotten like the passing of a second.

Now though, you're near transfixed- Eyes so trapped on the strain of Sakuya's outfit, so caught up in the spectacle of the massive box emptied so, that you nearly forget to take the hollow thing from her... In that forgetting, you'd doomed her stream to a short-end to the tune of a rip- and the view of a button, popped, flying away like a die cast enthusiastically on the fate of her career.

Her efforts to make up for your slack had ripped a hole down the middle of her 'Perfect Maid' outfit, straight across the belly where the neglected threads had been pulled tightest; A disaster for her image so irrecoverable that the ensuing scramble for her remote only served to rip it wider, louder, enough that any watching who'd been in questioning as to what they'd heard could no longer fool themselves.

Thoroughly embarrassed, her podgy plump fully on display in the last seconds before the stream cut short, Sakuya immediately escapes off to her changing room with face held in her palms... Leaving you alone with only the multitude of still-unemptied boxes of perishables, and a memory burned harshly into your mind.

#[ic]#[writer: yami]#[sakuya]#[asks]#[prompts]#i put entirely too much effort into this #i am not good at novella style writing anymore #apologies to you.

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jeanjauthor · 6 months

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This is kind of important for writers to understand (and artists, I suppose). If you have a very fitted bodice (for men's garments as well as women's, etc), and a standard armhole seam for your sleeves, you are not going to be able to lift your arm very far.

This lady (who has decades of experience designing patterns for Simplicity, how cool is that?? yes I'm a sewing geek, so what??) demonstrates not only the issues involved, but three ways how to get around them.

Writers, if you're going to use a fitted fashion for your story cultures, yet you still want your characters to be able to fight, you're going to have to consider how the standard garments would need to be adjusted for fighting.

In the Assassin's Creed series, if there was anyone running around in the Regency Era (early 1800s Europe), fashionable garments were tightly fitted for men of means, to the point that they had to have help getting into their clothes, and couldn't do any labor. Riding outfits would be modified so that they could move, but your typical evening wear would barely let you dance with the ladies, and brawling was right out.

Thirty or forty years earlier, in the late 1700s, corsets with stiff boning and skirts with big-ass panniers were all the rage for women. And while you could probably literally sneak in a couple of assassins under your skirts (if you practiced coordinating your movements), you wouldn't be able to fight because 1. all that boning and so forth restricted your movements, and 2. it was heavy, ranging anywhere from 30-50 pounds / 13-23 kilograms (between the actual structural materials, being metal, wood, and literal whale bones, and the petticoats, etc), which would also limit your movement and your stamina.

(Also later on in the Victorian era, all those hoop skirts might have been a little lighter, but they were still weighing down those women with layers of petticoats and metal and whalebone, and there are tales of women drowning after being blown off the edge of a dock when a strong wind gusted across their sail-like clothing.)

But anyway, back to sleeves. If you're writing a kick-ass hero or heroine and they're living in a culture where fitted tops & sleeves are the norm, and they don't have stretchy fabrics, then you're probably going to have to mention how they've had their clothing modified so they can stay kick-ass. (There are ways to "cut on the bias" or arrange things so the threads are going diagonally across the body rather than vertically & horisontally, but that only provides a modest amount of flexibility compared to a knit, and the very finely woven level of a spandex knit is very very much a modern mid to late 20th century invention, so adjusting the fabric qualities can be a bit problematic, depending on what level of tech you have going.)

This can either be done directly, aka the character is doing the modifications themselves, or discussing it with the tailor / seamstress, or it can be done indirectly, aka thinking "thank goodness I had my sleeves altered at the armholes!" as they're mid-fight...orrrrr, you can have someone else notice the modifications to their gown, comment on it, and have your hero/ine have to quickly come up with a believable excuse as to why they altered The Fashionable Garment Of The Year in such a manner.

(An excellent excuse could be, "It annoyed me, so I had it altered." Or if they're known to be bookish, "I couldn't reach for my favorite books off the top shelves, so I ordered my maid/valet to alter it." Or "Because I'm cleverer than you, obviously." Or even just, "It's a new variation, very daring, isn't it?" to make your character look like they're at the forefront of fashion.)

For the record, if you're worried about the gusset adjustment being "out of period", it actually goes back several hundred years to at least the transitional era between T-construction and more fitted garments. In the turn of the 1300s, in the reign of Edward I, men's gardecorps (tunics) were often designed with a diamond square sown into the armpit so that it formed a diamond shape and thus flexed on the bias when they lifted their arms. (This was the era of Braveheart so there was a lot of fighting going on, and being able to lift your arms over your head was kinda important for that whole combat thing. Also, prosperity was on the rise, so a little later on, people wanted to show off that they could afford to waste fabric by cutting curves into it to make it more fitted...which restricted movement, so they had to adjust that stuff if they wanted to be able to move again.)

Also for the record, there are things you need to do to the gusset / crotch seam of pants to allow better movement...and one of those things genuinely is to insert a cat's eye shaped gusset! This is done for pantyhose & leggings, and is larger for dancers than it is for the general populace.

#fashion #sleeves #altering clothing for combat #combat in tight fighting clothing #writing realistically #writing #things to think about when writing combat scenes #Youtube

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morethanaprincess-a · 2 years

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"Sonia, for all of your boldness, I think you could get away with wearing something a little more daring than this. While I'm certainly not suggesting you wear something from a gravure shoot, wouldn't you want to try out some of the shorter skirts and other outfits? You'd look amazing in them!" Eira smiles, already checking the racks of the dressing room for colors and styles that would fit the princess.

"The windows into the studio are frosted, so even if someone did know you were here, there's little they could do about it. Bacchus and the rest of the security do a fantastic job keeping fans away whenever they do come by. This is one of the few places I feel safe and can just... kick back and be whatever I feel like being. Part of being an idol is experimenting with who you want to be, and how you want to be seen. Whatever happens here won't get out of our hands. I can assure you. So! This is your chance to have some fun, and also wear outfits you probably couldn't wear otherwise."

Beside Eira, for once, it was Sonia who was hesitant. Sonia, who found exploring convenience stores at three AM to be an adventure. Sonia, who eagerly befriended ghosts. Her hands sifted through the various racks and hangers while the princess herself shivered in the terrycloth robe she wore. The attire she'd worn to a business meeting, a luncheon, and a ribbon cutting hung on a separate hanger away from the idol's attire: a tweed skirt-suit with a hemline that grazed her knees, a silk bow blouse, and suede Jimmy Choo heels. All in all, nothing out of the ordinary. She held up a pale yellow frilly...something. Were those shorts or a skirt? Before shaking her head and placing them back on the rack.

"It's different for you, Eira-chan. This is the personality you must adopt for your career," Sonia explained. She wasn't frustrated, but she wasn't cheerful either: she simply...was. She'd accepted that some things, like her birth and future, were not able to be altered. "Idols are supposed to be lively, young, and with plenty of outfits inspired by schoolgirls or maids most of the time. At least, that's what I remember my idol friend in high school wearing often. But when I turned eighteen, my life became different: I could step outside and be ambushed by cameras, all looking for the photograph that will embarrass me and make them rich. For goodness sake, I have metal weights sewn into most of my skirts and dresses just in case of wind!"

All it took was one unfortunate panty shot on an airport tarmac and then every female member of the Royal Family's dresses were altered over the course of a week, with new ones coming with the tiny metal weights already stitched into the hems. Sonia held up one of the maid outfits she'd suggested, this one with a very ruffly white apron over tiers of pink, frothy ruffles in the dress' skirt. That one was also put away.

"I feel as if we have to portray a similar personality, though, but in different ways," She continued, coming to the end of one rack of frills while another awaited her. "We must both appear to be kind, friendly, approachable, and without romantic interests to speak of. And despite all I've got of the latter being arrangements my family and the Royal Council have set up for me, dinners at Joel Robuchon or private hotel dining rooms never call for such a short hemline. I turned eighteen and that day, I supposedly became a woman, not a girl. And women, at least in my family, are supposed to exude timeless elegance. Not cuteness."

It was only when she finished did the princess realize how dour she sounded. She quickly glanced at her friend, shaking her head with a smile. "Not that my situation is so dire! I have plenty more freedoms than other royals, the Japanese princesses in particular. They aren't even allowed to wear the shorter skirts with their school uniforms, nor are they allowed to inherit the Chrysanthemum Throne: it must go to the first eligible male heir of the bloodline."

That, in Sonia's opinion, was far worse. But Eira had nixed the lolita outfit Sonia had originally held up for approval: Burgundy and black with lace, ribbons, and would make her look like a proper vampire with her fair complexion and a bit of red eyeshadow and lipstick. The problem, it seemed, was the hem that ended just above the knees and that was not cute enough nor suitable for an idol. At least Eira could, one day, stop being an idol and likely dress and live as she wished. For Sonia, she would be a professional royal until the day she died. At least, as she thumbed through racks, she could temporarily forget about it.

Especially as she stumbled upon the most risque attire yet. With a gasp and widened eyes, Sonia held up the hanger towards Eira: a black patent vinyl crop top and matching very short skirt, black vinyl thigh high stockings and gloves, and a harness and headdress in the shape of bat wings with coordinating ruffled frills and ribbons. "Goodness, this is tighter and less fabric than my usual wet suit!" Sonia exclaimed, cheeks pink as she had to consider the obvious. "Did you wear this for a spooky Halloween concert? However did you manage not to show your undergarments?"

#more-than-a-princess answered #dcviated #Non-Despair AU: The Princess of Novoselic #(Sonia's very confused as to how Eira and her groupmates are not constantly subjected to inappropriate photos and videos tbh)#(And I wanted her to hold up perhaps the most un-Sonia outfit possible...while still being dark and kawaii)#(Not the right blog but: You're welcome for the mental image Wylan.)

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hentaimommi · 3 years

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ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜʏ | ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ (x fem! reader)

Warnings: trauma, death, monarchy, abuse of power (?)

Summery: After her father's death, the new queen is sworn in. Her new personal knight is assigned to guard her at nighttime. Quickly she learns he is not just any night, nor is she just any queen.

[A/N]: I really hate the damsel in destress type queen/knight stories, so I tried to change up the arch type a little. fantasy au :) sorry if it felt rushed!

[R O Y A L A P A T H Y]

"The death of King (D/N) will forever be a greatest tragedy to our kingdom," My fathers best friend, who was also the earl, had been lecturing for what felt like sentinels by now. Sorcerer Hanji Zoe was at their witts end by now, clearly bored. I also tapped my food below the ballgown I'd been fitted and forced into this morning.

"I have new hope in the shadowing horizon of his beloved daughter, she will lead us to many victories. Let's hope the dragon guards love her!" He clinked the tall tankard with the barbarian man next to him, finalizing the speech. Many people laughed in fancy, but all I found myself wanting to do was visit the garden.

I excused myself, standing up and begging the well known path to the sanctuary. My heels clicked across the cobblestone like a smooth stone on a lake top, all the way until I had been met with the large doors. Built by the Elvish and designed by my mother, the garden was the most sacred room in the kingdom.

Guarded by two large stone gargoyles, watched over by the eye of luck, and cursed beyond point of entry if not completing the ritual. I took two fingers on each hand, palating the tongue of both gargoyle. Then, the eye above the door that was imprinted into the stone began to glow. "Who are you here under?" The entity I spoke frequently to requested. "(F/N) (L/N)." I responded, fingers still on the tounges. "Ah, the soon to be queen. You may enter."

The doors cascaded open, revealing the garden of most beautiful stature. Reds, greens, blues, purples- as far as the eye could see. I only wish I could stay, actually enter and be here. Duty called below, though. The bells were ringing and it was almost evening. The doors closed at lack of entry when I walked away.

Arriving in the meeting room was my next step. Many people of all races and stature were sitting around the discussion table, all watching me as soon as I entered. "Your majesty," The small frog woman, Ymir, hopped from her seat over to me. I raised my brow, indicating her to answer. "We have someone for you to meet, and hopefully show around if you would be so kind." Her voice was rough, you could tell she was of frog decent from a mile away. "Okay."

The room went silent as I turned to face the door, red dress swaying round. The fact attire was picked by my mothers personal designer, Historia. A sweet lady, but boy did she enjoy flowy gowns. The doors opened, revealing two men. One, a tall blonde man, and the next a shorter raven haired man. His gaze was cold, piercing even. "Your grace," The tall one spoke, his voice was deep and unforgiving. Like he'd seen a thousand lifetimes. "I am here to serve you your personal knight, who will serve you endlessly till death."

I looked over to the onyx haired man, who looked as if he was being tortured. "I appreciate your offer so much, thank you sir..?" He looked to me, kneeling on one knee and holding his hand to his heart for all to see. "Erwin. This is sir Levi, your guard." I nodded, walking up to the kneeling men and pressing a light hand on both of their shoulders. "Thank you, you are dismissed."

As the day continued I grew very weary, ready for any point of sleep I could obtain. Before the death if my father, every night I would stop by the sorcerers library. Instead I opted to go to my room this night, absolutely restless from the long and treacherous day. Upon arrival of my room, though, the same man from earlier stood flat out in front of it.

"You're Levi, correct?" I asked, looking into his tone cold eyes. They were so brash, clearly full of pained stories of a lifetime. "Yes, my queen." He moved aside. "You don't have to call me that. You can call me (F/N), and, come inside. It's cold in the halls." His blush was clear as day, nevertheless he followed me as told. I pointed to an empty plush bench for him to take a seat on.

"So, Levi, tell me about your life." I said, walking into my restroom to peel off the dress and change into my nightwear. He hesitated for a moment, clear by the cough let out. "Well, I was raised in a brothel. My mother worked as a lady of the night. She passed at a very young age, my uncle- who was also a knight- taking me in. He would soon leave, too, making me fend for myself. It's tragic and pitiful, I know, but it taught me many things."

"It's not pitiful." I returned changed with my hair graciously braided down to one side, smiling at the man before me. He was handsome, I had to admit. Dark hair offsetting his pale skin in all the right ways, rough appearance only making him that much more attractive. "If anything, you're nobel." He looked up, setting his sword aside, the sighing. "I suppose so. I always wondered what it would be like to guard a queen," He drifted off, eyeing the walls. "I always thought they'd be cold and distant, but it paid well so I didn't mind to take the job. You aren't like that."

I smiled. "Glad you think so, sir Levi. I think you're one of the most brave, and handsome damned men to walk these halls. I bid you a safe night, hope to see you in the morning." I then climbed under the large canopy that cascaded over my bed. It was made of the finest material, soft and warm. The night was cold, leaving me tossing and turning into the daylight unlike I had wanted.

Rising up from my half-slumber, I was met with the vision of Levi sitting exactly how he was before, restless, staring at the wall again. I didn't believe this was lazy- so I rose from my bed and put on the large robe that had been set aside by my maids. "Morn, Levi. How was your night?" I asked, walking over to him. He didn't respond, eyebags heavily present.

I walked closer, lightly touching his scarred face with my soft hand. He was so cold. I took off the robe, laying it over his shoulders. "What's..what are you going my lady?" He asked, thumbing the material that was new on his body. I smiled, standing up. "You were cold. Where do you live?" I asked, undoing the braid in my hair.

He hesitated as he did the night before, only to look away once more. "A- um, hut. Down in the village. I live in it by myself." He proclaimed, rising from his seat. I nodded, "Sleep in my quarters for the day. I insist. The bed is nice and I will have maids deliver a warm outfit to my door." His eyes darted to me, "You can't be serious- I'm not-"

My hand wavered in front of him. "I insist. Keep the bed warm for me, would you?" He nodded. I took the robe, tying it around myself once more. Levi ridded himself of the metal plates, leaving me to see just how muscular he really is. I avoided it, going to my dressing room where all of my dressing ladies already were.

The day passed as before, but this time I had been able to go the library, wanting to give the knight more time to rest up. The bookshelves were dusty, place so empty you would think no one works here.

"Hello? Hanji?" I asked, looking around. Noises came loudly from the behind the counter, making me back away. They were inconspicuous, that was, until the person stood from behind. An Elvin boy named Armin my tropes had picked up. He'd been stranded, left for dead on a battle field. "Oh, hello Armin!" I smiled, lying the book I had picked up on the counter.

"Hello my lady! How are you?" He asked, ears fluttering. How cute. "I'm okay! I've gotten a new knight, I left him to rest in my room for the day." Armin looked at me in a questioning manner. "And his name?" I rested my elbow on the table, looking over to the door through which I had came. "Levi-"

"Levi Ackerman?" He asked, clearly disheveled. I nodded, eyebrow arching as if to question him. "He's a famous knight! So smart and strong. They say during his last battle he suffered life threatening injuries, though, making him tired and worn." Armin gushed, smiling brightly and blushing as I listened.

When returning to my room, he was still asleep. I didn't think I needed him for the night; so I slipped into my dressing room and changed into another beautiful nightgown. Braiding my hair once more, I returned into my room to find him still sleeping. I remembered what Armin had said. He sustained horrible injuries, scars were probably all over his body. I couldn't imagine. Lifting up the edge of the curtain like material, I found him in the clothes my ladies had brought for him. He looked nice, and calm.

Instead of waking him up- interrupting him from his sleep, I decided to sleep next to him. Surely he wouldn't mind if I stayed a distance away, and slept under a different duvet. As I slipped in, his warmth had consumed the whole bed. It was warm in places he hadn't even been in. I tried to rest easy, only being woken up once when he accidentally kicked me; but I didn't mind.

The next morning I would wake up with him completely wrapped around me. His leg over both of my own, his arms around my waist and chest. This made me laugh, pushing his arm around a little to wake up. As I did, his entire body jolted in a gasp. "Where am I? (F/N)? What time of day is it?" He asked, then analyzing how close he was to me. "You slept with- me? I LEFT YOU ALONE?" I chuckled at his worries, him trying to get out of the bed. Swiftly, I gently grabbed his wrist. "Levi, don't worry about it. Just, rest, okay? You've done enough."

Reluctantly, he nodded. I pushed my hands into his hair as he scooted back into me to be the little spoon.

#levi ackerman #fantasy au #levi x reader #hanji zoe #armin arlert #levi aot

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old-hyper-super-clover · 3 years

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Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 2

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

The story is divided in several parts and will be updated every few days. Find Part 1 here.

Story continues below the cut, hope you enjoy!

Both, Violet and Clover, were fair players, so, as they weren't able to walk around in a pair the whole evening, Violet and Clover had to trust each other in counting their own points.

Their utmost priority, however, was still to help out at the bar, so they had to focus on that for most of the time. But whenever there was a chance tangible (in the most literal sense lol), their minds immediately switched back to their little competition.

Violet had already started with one point advantage, due to the squeeze she had given Beel's tail.

But the girl was up for the thrill, so it didn't take too long until she had found her next target.

Everyone's beloved angel man Simeon was on cooking duty with her and Barbatos.

While the butler was easily handling all of their tasks on his own, the other two were trying their best to actually help him instead of being in the way.

They were chopping down ingredients that Barbatos could throw into the hellfire hot pot he was preparing when it happened...

A cheeky little squeeze while Simeon was turning to grab another veggie, and Violet got her second point already.

The angel didn't seem to have noticed, as he kept talking with this precious smile on his lips.

The real danger, however, came through the door immediately after.

Glancing up from the pompom that Violet had just given a good squish, she locked eyes with Luke.

They stared at each other for a hot second, then Violet straightened up again, trying to remain composed while Luke looked like losing his shit any second.

"Ah, Luke!" Simeon interrupted his own narration. "Perfect timing!"

Violet gave a silent sarcastic laugh. No, not a perfect timing at all...

Luke was still trying to cope with the sin he had just witnessed, but now Barbatos approached him as well.

"Could I ask for your help with the special menu's 'halo donuts'?” Barbatos asked. “Simeon claimed it to be your specialty."

Now Luke was blushing at the compliment.

"U-uhm... Well, yes, I do make quite good donuts... Fine, I'll help!"

As he passed Violet, he threw her a last sceptical glance, but soon the girl could let out a relieved breath.

Getting Luke to fuss over reaching for Simeon's butt was certainly not something she needed, not so soon into the game...

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Clover was trying to gather some safe points before risking anything.

Her main goal was to get at least ONE point, to be frank.

Looking at her options for low-risk points, her heart was beating for one particular target, but her blushy excitement made it impossible to approach that gluttonous teddy bear.

So she settled on probably the easiest target of all.

Belphie's first shift consisted of... Sleeping. Like, literally. The idea was to let him nap until his energy tanks were filled enough for him to actually be useful for proper work.

Huddled over the bar, the youngest of the demon brothers seemed so vulnerable that even Clover could bring up enough courage to go for that tail.

Couldn't be that hard, right?

Well, it could.

Just as she was about the stretch out her shaking hand, someone walked right into her way and startled her completely.

As the girl gave an awkward squeal, Mammon looked at her with almost as much fright in his eyes.

"Waah, human, what are ya screamin´ at?!"

"I-I didn't... See you there..." Clover mumbled.

"I literally just passed by..." He raised an eyebrow. But seeing how her cheeks were flushed all red, a little grin curled his face. "I didn't know you'd get so excited to see me, human. I mean, I can't blame ya for being flustered at my sight, but what's all the blushing for?"

"I-I'm not flustered..." she stammered, trying to calm down.

"Come on, you can be honest", Mammon continued to tease, his ego-boosting mode fully activated. "I look damn nice in those clothes after all."

Clover shot him a glance, mustering how his vest fit him perfectly, how his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and that he looked prrretty dang fine in shoes with heels.

"You do" she agreed.

Now Mammon was the one to flinch.

"F-for real?!" he blushed, then cleared his throat immediately. "I-I mean, thanks, I guess."

Mammon went silent for a moment, trying to calm his heart rate over the unexpected compliment.

"Want me to pose for ya?", he seemed to joke.

Clover looked at him... and sensed her chance.

"Yes please, great Mammon!" she exclaimed.

His tanned skin flushed an even darker colour, but, being the model he was, he actually did some poses for her. Now Clover didn't complain at that -- Mammon WAS a snack after all.

But after a while, she prompted him to give her a proper view of his back as well.

He seemed confused, even more so as she told him to stand still, but in the end did not seem to have noticed how Clover quickly poked his bunny tail. And while he was busy bragging about something modelling-related, Clover also turned to do the same with Belphie's tail as he was still asleep next to her.

"Thanks, Mammon!" she cheered afterwards, having scored not one, but three points at once.

With a little hop, she tackled Mammon into a quick hug before running off in a giggle.

Clover nearly bumped into Solomon while running away.

"Oh, hello... Why in such a hurry?" The sorcerer dodged her perfectly, his eyes sparkling in amusement as he mustered the clumsy girl.

"Huh? Oh, Solomon, sorry. Didn't see you there."

He laughed. "Well, I did guess that, seeing as you were focused on Mammon so intensely. The only question is... What did you do to leave him as such a blushing mess?"

"... I hugged him" Clover said, shrugging.

But seeing Solomon's expression, she felt somewhat off. Was he waiting for a different answer...?

"Well then, time to get back to work" Solomon changed the topic. "We don't want to waste time, do we? The bar opens soon."

He turned, but had yet to get moving. Instead, Solomon was taking a look around, completely exposing his bunny tail to Clover.

Which was worth three points, after all...

And it seemed like just the perfect opportunity...

"Yep, see you", Clover replied, turning around herself, leaving.

As much as she liked Solomon, this man was emitting such shady vibes that there was no getting her to touch this particular bunny tail…

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Clover had bragged to her friend about her point advantage soon after (and spoke of her concerns regarding Mr. Shady MCShady),

Which she'd later realise had been a pretty bad idea.

Maybe fueled by rivalry, maybe just because Violet had some weird kink for pompom-like things, she upped her game SO much after that. (A/N: Ok it's not a kink, I was prompted to make sure everyone knows that... (But also it's a kink believe me hehehe))

Within the next hour, Violet scored another four points.

"Asmo, Mammon, and Beel again?!" Clover cried out in disbelief when the girls found each other in the kitchen. "What's wrong with you?!"

"Hehe~" Violet laughed. "I just had some good opportunities."

Clover rolled her eyes as she was cleaning some dishes. "Yeah, great, and I've been running around with top tier difficulty peeps like Papa Luci or Solomon. Talk about unfair..."

"I meeaan... You COULD squish them..."

"Yeah, sure, and risk dying? No thanks."

"Solomon wouldn't kill you... probably."

"... I´m telling you something´s UP with that guy today, I wouldn´t be so sure of that…" Clover joked, although having shivers go down her spine.

Before they could continue this, the kitchen door flew open.

Levi was dragging a trolley full of dirty glasses along with him.

He seemed awfully pissed.

"Levi?" Violet called out. "Are you okay...?"

He threw her a glance.

"Do I think I'm okay? In a place with so many Normies?" He gave a sigh, then seemed to have remembered something. "Ah, Violet, Lucifer said he needed you in the dancing hall."

The girl gave a nod, quickly wanting to make a leave since only fools would let a person like Lucifer wait. She shot Clover a glance before leaving, gesturing her to go for Levi's tail while they were alone.

Clover instantly felt that awkward pressure back on her, but now that she got called out she had to do it.

As the demon began placing the dishes in the dishwasher, Clover slowly approached him.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"If you've got nothing better to do..." he mumbled, not looking up from his work. "Although, you'd probably do better to go out and have fun with the oth- AAAGH WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE?!"

Clover gave an almost equal squeal as she backed away in an instant.

"I WanTeD To HeLp" she screamed.

"BUT WHY ARE SO CLOSE?!"

"DON'T SHOUT AT ME, I'M AWKWARD."

"I'M EVEN MORE AWKWARD THAN YOU ARE, IDIOT."

They stared at each other with red faces until Clover crouched down to sit on the floor, recovering from this incident.

"Wh-what are you doing there?" Levi asked.

"Sit. I like floors. It's where I belong."

The demon gave her a weird look before averted his gaze in a troubled expression.

After a little silence, he would speak up again.

"... You belong outside, not here on this stinky kitchen floor."

"Huh?"

He bit his lip sheepishly. "Serving the guests, or at the bar... Where everyone can see you."

"... Huh?" Clover seriously didn't understand what he was blushing about.

He was staring at her, searching for words, but then decided to simply poke her bunny ears.

"... Bunny maids are a clear 10/10, everyone knows that..." he mumbled.

The girl blinked, now realising he was trying to compliment her.

"Bunny butlers, too, though" she replied. "You look really good", she laughed, grabbing one flap of his jacket to play with it.

"Adasdhegagf...!!"

Yes, that is a thing Levi can say, while flushing red and bashfully covering his face.

Not able to take this compliment, he ended up on the floor as well.

"You can't just land a critical hit without a warning... I thought we were confidants...!"

"Rank six confidants", Clover nodded. "But that's only more the reason to tell you what a snack you are right now-"

"AAAAAHHH DON'T!!" he screeched, turning away from her to hide his embarrassment. "I can't deal with so much kindness..."

Clover blinked at the bunny tail right in front of her.

Target locked.

She gave it a careful squish, then snickered a little before standing up.

"But you deserve it. That's why... I'm calling a confident rank up!"

He turned his head. "R-really?! Rank seven already?!"

"Yup."

"Woah... to think I'd be such good friends with somebody one day... Thank you, Clover-chan...!"

"No, no... I have to thank you, Levia-tan."

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"You want me to select songs for the people to dance to...?"

Violet looked at the three monitors behind the DJ's table in the dancing hall.

Lucifer gave a nod. "We already added songs from Devildom artists, but we could use a little of a cultural mix" he said.

Satan walked up to Violet and Lucifer, now looking at the list of songs all together.

"We also need to add more to make the playlist last until the local closes" Lucifer continued. "I doubt that anyone will leave sober enough to remember such details, but Lord Diavolo ordered no repetitions in the playlist, so please, just help us out..."

Violet gave it some thought, not really knowing much about typical party songs. “I highly doubt my taste in hard rock will be a good representation of humanities taste in music, but... Well, that´s all I can serve with, so…” She came up with some nice picks from her own likings.

While Violet was eventually coming up with some nice tracks, in the meantime, Satan activated his pissing-off-Lucifer mode.

"Lucifer, you talk as if you'd know what a real party looks like", he mocked, referring to Lucifer's comment from before. "Have you even been to a club before?"

The oldest brother gave a huff.

"Of course I have."

"Oh? I meant on occasions other that picking up a drunk Asmo from IN FRONT OF the club."

"The answer is still a yes, thank you for clarifying."

Satan raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting", he hummed. "I can't really imagine you at a club, though... Dancing in the crowd... downing shots... or being cool in general..."

The avatar of Pride gave an annoyed sigh.

"You don't seem like a party animal either, Satan" he countered.

"Well I choose to avoid crowded places for most of the time. However, I still think I'd do better at settling in a club's atmosphere than you could."

Violet could almost feel how Lucifer's frustration piled up, even though he tried staying calm.

"Do you, huh...?" Lucifer leisurely responded.

And his outward calmness made Satan angry as well.

"You don't believe me?" the blond huffed. “Do you really think I couldn´t beat an old man at clubbing?”

Meanwhile, being in the middle of what felt like a flippin´ dance battle about to break out any moment, Violet prayed for them to stop fighting soon.

... Which didn't happen.

They kept bickering, partly because Satan talked himself into a fury and partly because Lucifer's pride was too big to admit defeat or weakness in any way.

Just when Violet had finished the playlist, Satan threw a final tantrum, leaving them with an outraged "Whatever!!" as he stomped off into another section of the dancing hall.

Lucifer pressed out a sigh, cutting through the awkward silence that had spread amongst them.

"What a troublesome child..." he mumbled.

Violet watched Satan with a worried expression, before turning to Lucifer with the same look on her face.

"... Don't worry, that is normal behaviour between Satan and me..." the male assured her. "He will get over his anger soon enough."

"And... What about you...? I feel like you are quite tense right now, yourself…" Violet asked.

"I should go and see where my help is needed now", he claimed, dodging her question.

Lucifer was gone before Violet could respond anything coherent.

Thus, giving a sigh, she decided to at least check how Satan was doing.

The avatar of Wrath was lumbering around some speakers, seeming as if he checked if everything was working as it should (despite having no idea how they were working.)

When he noticed Violet approaching, he only shot her a quick glance.

"Satan...?" The girl softly called out. "Are you okay?"

No answer.

It almost felt as if he was going to ignore her completely.

"... I don't get it” he then suddenly pressed out.

"What do you mean?" Violet took a careful step closer.

"I hate him" Satan growled.

The girl flinched, but decided not to say anything. She felt a certain frustration in his voice, and indeed, as he continued, his tone changed a little.

"He really pisses me off every time. I get angry, over nothing at all!" He clenched his fists. "And it makes me angry, his stupid face, his cocky attitude...!"

Then his shoulders fell. "... Why can't I just ignore him? I get angry, and then I get angry over getting angry. It's so...!"

Violet listened to him patiently.

"... It's so frustrating..." He mumbled.

"I can fathom..." Violet claimed, shooting him an encouraging smile as he slowly turned towards her. "But... Don't you think it's already a big step that you don't actually want to be angry?"

"... But what good is that when I do get angry after all?"

"You can't accomplish everything immediately” her expression softened even more. “What's important though is that you at least try."

Satan seemed sceptical, but in the end gave a slight nod.

"I guess... I'm sorry for bothering you."

The girl shook her head in a smile. "You´re not a bother. I´m glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me."

Shyly, she spread her arms, inviting him into a hug. A little awkward himself, he gave a little laugh before stepping close to embrace her.

"Everyone needs to vent out their anger sometimes" Violet reassured.

"... Thanks", he whispered.

As they parted, Satan turned to inspect the speakers again.

"Anyway... I think we checked through everything we needed in the dance hall. I will look over this here and then head out for my break."

"Mhm..." Violet muttered. "Sounds good..."

And there, she went for it.

A little touch - she didn't dare to do more than that.

But Satan's bunny tail had been successfully poked.

He continued to speak like nothing happened, so Violet dared to wish she had went for a whole squeeze instead.

"I should be going now", the girl said.

"Alright" Satan was still focused on inspecting the equipment, so Violet made her leave.

Unconsciously, she turned her head shortly before leaving the hall.

A shiver went down her spine, leaving her paralyzed for what felt like her last moments alive.

Satan's alarmed, slightly angered glare was cutting through the air, focussing her for a hot second before he decided to turn around again.

Hurrying out of the dance hall, dodging Solomon as he had nearly run into her, Violet quickly pulled out her phone as she had withdrawn from the scene of crime:

Violet: Clover I think Satan noticed me.

Clover: As in Senpai noticed me?

Violet: ...

Clover: :D

Violet: ... No, I squeezed his tail, but later on he was staring at me. Help.

Clover: ... So he's a three-pointer now?

Violet: I don't know but I feel like I nearly died so probably.

Clover: Lolol well that's what you get from messing with Satan. But I'll be kind and give you those two points. He did not confront you about it, after all.

"Hey, Violet!"

Violet flinched so heavily she nearly let go of her phone. Her first instinct had feared it was Satan calling her, but actually, she turned to look at somebody else.

"Lord Diavolo", she said. "Can I help you with anything?"

"I want to place the free snacks on the dining tables" he smiled. "Most of them are from the human world, so I want you to help me choose the best."

He was already going ahead, leaving Violet no room to explain that she's actually SO not a snacking person and had near to no idea how to help him.

Someone gave Diavolo keys for the storage room, and as they stepped inside, he turned on the lights.

"Woah...", Violet's mouth fell open. "That's... A lot of stuff."

"Fascinating, isn't it? You humans are so creative when it comes to food!"

He led her further inside where the snacks were stored.

Even though Violet liked him a lot, it still felt weird, being alone with the Prince of the whole flippin Devildom. You wouldn't have guessed it from Diavolo's carefree aura, but Violet was fairly overwhelmed, being able to walk alongside him so casually.

She tried her best at giving some advice as they looked through the huge collection together.

"We should go with a good mix of sweet and salty snacks" she explained. "Pretzels, chips or peanuts, together with something more delicate, gummies for example."

Diavolo beamed her a smile.

"I knew I could count on you!"

And he started grabbing things off the shelves.

Violet was helping, of course, but the storeroom was also tall as frick, so for lots of bags, she had to ask Diavolo to reach for it.

And that's when it hit her.

The currently vulnerable Diavolo, reaching for a bag of extra cheesy Tortilla chips, exposing his three-point worth bunny tail, only centimetres away from Violet's reach.

She literally only had to stretch out her hand a tiny bit.

And with the waterfall of words that Diavolo was talking, he wouldn't even notice.

It would be so easy.

But she couldn't do it.

She looked around. Between all the shelves, all the packages, back to the door they came from.

They were alone. She was sure of it.

But also, Violet had never felt more watched over than in this exact moment.

There was this presence lurking in the back of her neck, threatening her the more she tried to stretch out her arm.

Waiting for her to make one false decision...

"Extra DOUBLE cheesy?!"

Diavolo turned around, holding up a bag of Doritos. "Humans are so crazy!!"

Violet blinked at him, only now noticing that her whole body had tensed up so much it almost hurt.

"Y-yeah..."

As they walked out of the storeroom, arms full with all sorts of snacks, Violet gave a sigh. She had been so close... Only a little closer, and she…

"Should I take some of those from you?"

Violet did a little jump as she heard the voice next to her ear.

Barbatos was right beside her, smiling and tilting his head a little.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you."

The way he mustered her, with his bunny ears and the bow tie around his neck, he looked so cute when he gently pulled most of the bags out of Violet's grip,

But sure as hell, today the girl learned to never pull any kind of prank on the Lord of the Devildom. Ever.

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Violet was trying to catch a breath so she allowed herself a quick time-out in the bathroom. When she stepped outside again, she saw Solomon waving her over.

"I heard you and Lord Diavolo brought snacks to display? Would you mind helping me bring them to the tables?"

She gave a nod as an answer.

"Great. Then, let's divide them into the bowls first, and then go around with one of the trays."

And so they did. There wasn't much happening, really. Not much chatting, but nothing strange either.

Just one thing...

A bunch of perfect occasions to squeeze Solomon's bunny tail. Like, every few moments, he was focussing on something, leaving a perfect opening...

Violet left this situation without gaining any more points.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obeyme #short story #obey me bunny event

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The Box.

Part 2 of the Virgil Sold AU

Links to other parts in reblog

"Nevertheless Roman couldn't help but wonder what animal could be in this box that even his parents would think expensive."

Roman receives a gift from his parents.

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Word Count: 811

Chapter Warnings: Parents generally ignoring kid, I don't know if that's a needed warning for most but I'd rather be safe than sorry ya know?, implied unsafe borrower handling, mild swears

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Roman Knight knew his parents weren't the most honest people when it came to where they spent their money. And the family money, of course, was in no short supply.

His father owned a pharmaceutical business called Throne Labs. It was apparently a big deal that Roman would inherit it one day, family legacy, lots of “corporate enemies”, yada yada yada.

Obviously, Roman didn't care much about his family's plans. He wasn't even that close with them, having spent most of his younger years going from boarding school to boarding school. Sometimes he'd get kicked out on purpose, other times was purely an accident.

That's how it went until Roman finally convinced his father to let him attend a public high school, like a normal teen. Finally he’d be able to party with normal kids; not kids who thought the height of teen defiance was stealing a sip of champagne during the holidays. Besides, it's a lot harder to get kicked out of public high school.

They packed up and moved into a huge house on the outskirts of a small suburbia town named Greendale. A private, gated neighborhood, of course. Luckily it was only a few miles from one of his former schools where his best friend, Logan, attended. He was the only real friend Roman would count, the rest only stuck around because he came from a wealthy family. Yet Logan for whatever reason tolerated his existence and didn't suck up to him, or worse, pity him. For that Roman supposed he could excuse his insufferable egg headedness.

Now about his parents questionable expenses, they often went to fancy black auctions. He didn't know much about it other than assuming it was probably an illegal pissing contest for which loaded idiot could spend the most on useless shit. Usually they came home with boring antiques or guns for “our protection”, often a few gifts for Roman; a silver suit of armor and antique switchblade being his favorite. But two days before Roman’s first day of school, they came home with something… else.

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Mr. and Ms. Knight lingered in the kitchen preparing to leave. Both were fairly busy fussing with their respective outfits, readying for whatever formal event the calendar dictated of them. The former of which was tying his tie swiftly, almost mechanically. The latter was holding a small black box with a minimalistic white ribbon in one hand. With her free hand she fussed over her makeup in the reflection of a nearby sculpture.

On the other hand, Roman scrolled through his social media feed at the kitchen island breakfast bar. He somehow made precariously draping oneself across two 3 foot high stools look comfortable and elegant.

“Roman, dear. Before we go. We got you something for you to help ease the move, leaving your friends and all.” Ms. Knight said with the empathy of a marble slab. She held up the box without looking, instead focusing on smoothing down her slicked blonde ponytail. Roman looked up from his phone at this. He sat up a bit and fixed his eyes on the box, already trying to guess what was inside.

“That, and it's time you learned some responsibility. You're a senior in highschool now. 17 years old, you best act start acting like it,” The suited father said in a stern voice as he combed his hair in the mirror. “You must note that what is in the box is your responsibility, and yours alone. You will take total care of it and see to its well being, it cost a fortune. If I catch it in the maids possession or if anyone else so much as finds it you're on the next flight to the next boarding school.” Roman tried to interrupt but his father didn't even glance his way and cut him off quickly, “No buts. If you don't take the gift I can always keep it and send you packing anyway.”

Roman shut his mouth and nearly scoffed in annoyance. Surely whatever this thing was wouldn't be that hard to take care of. It was just some dumb animal afterall. He glared in annoyance at the box, knowing it was the only thing standing between him and another year of hell. Nevertheless Roman couldn't help but wonder what animal could be in this box that even his parents would think expensive. Roman went to voice his questions, but was ignored yet again.

“We must get going, we are almost late.” Ms. Knight smoothed her platinum blonde ponytail once more before promptly put the box on the island. He narrowed his eyes. Roman could've sworn he heard an almost human yelp. “I trust you will acquaint yourself, any further instruction for care is inside.” His mother noted. Roman started, still having questions, but the two had already left. The slam of the front door promptly affirmed their absence. Roman made an offended noise in their general direction.

That left Roman alone in the oversized home. Just him, and his gift.

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A wild Roman appears, surprise! This is a lot of backstory for Roman, and how he lives in this universe. I went for a more rebllious Roman for this story. It's not exactly conventional, but I feel like this fits Roman as a highscooler? Unfortunately borrower Virgil may not agree that this is a good thing. Let me know what you guys think.

I decided to continue posting. I have so many ideas for this au! Too bad none of them will be good for Virgil. Anonymous asks are enabled now, I'll be happy to answer any questions that come to mind :D

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