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Ghost story vibes I love it

Season 1 Recap

*shitpost kind of*

"So here's what happened in obey me in case you live under a rock or have been dating real people instead like a normal person.

MC was summoned to the Devildom for some exchange program by the prince of hell, Diavolo.

"Welcome to the royal academy of Diavolo!"

They turned into a sheep for some reason and although everyone here is magic no one bothers to help them change back. MC hears a weird noise and thinks it's a ghost but it turns out to be the missing 7th brothed locked up in attic.

He begs MC for help and MC has no self preservation instincts so they agree and start collecting the other brothers pacts like they're pokemom cards. Lucifer has no idea that MC's met Belphegor but he doesn't trust them so he proceeds to threaten this 2 foot tall sheep in the middle of a dance as if they haven't almost been murdered like 3 times at this point.

Solomon sees this and since he lives to advance the plot, he gives MC some of his power and we learn that MC has some super strong powers themselves- maybe even stronger than Solomon. After getting 5 of the 6 pacts MC admits to Lucifer that they know about Belphegor but before he can kill them, Belphegor shows up in the most dramatic way he possibly can, because of course he does.

Beel is furious at Lucifer for lying about Belphegor, and for locking him up. He almost fights him, but instead takes MC and Belphie to Purgatory hall and starts rambling on about the three of them living on their own. He doesnt get very far because Diavolo amd Barbatos show up and arrest Belphegor- yeah, turns out he really hates the exchange program and even threatened all of the human world to stop it which is like super illegal.

The brothers beg MC to fix this- MC doesn't know how to, but it turns out Barbatos DOES know because he can manipulate time and space so he sends them back in time to right before Belphie is freed. MC goes and manages to open the door to the attic and Belphegor is so grateful he gives them a big squeezing hug. Around their neck.

MC DIED.

But it turns out not really because MC's super distant relative was actually an angel that was like a sister to the brothers and was actually the reason MC was chosen as the exchange student for the program. They ask MC to keep caring for the brothers and does some magic hoopla to give MC life again. Old angel magic I guess.

After talking to their ghost grandma MC finds themselves back in a body again so they run downstairs and see Mammon holding their dead and totally fucked up looking body. The body disappears and no one knows what to say aboyt MC being back, but they're done with this magic bullshit by now and makes Lucifer tell everyone about Lilth being reborn as a human after the war. Instead of this starting another nuclear war with the brothers they all mellow the fuck out a bit and knowing Lilith died happy makes Belphegor less stabby. MC saved the timeline and Diavolo even shares his birthday with them for being such a good little human, but they still have to leave after living the most taxing year in exsistance.

And that's what you missed last season on glee Obey Me.

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velnoni · 3 years

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being dekus bully n convincing him to do your homework for u :/ if he does you'll let him jack off using your pussy://///

Doves in the Wind

“N*ggas’ll lose they mind for it, whine for it, dine for it—pussy!”

im dragging you to hell, poppy. to hell.

—pussyjob. college au. degradation (reader giving), bullying (obvi), fem reader is an absolute bitch and izuku loves every second of it. clothed sex. this is a mess, bye. kinda been on an unofficial hiatus and this is what i bring you upon returning? yeah. so eat up.

“You’ll do it, right?”

Glossed lips scowl directly into Izuku’s face, sending his startled gaze back towards the laptop in front of him. It’s bad enough that he’s—green eyes bounce around the walls. Pink.—in your dorm room, trapped from the outside world and completely at your whim. But now you’re yelling commands, flicking his forehead when he doesn’t answer in time, and laughing at the face he makes when you do.

“Uhhh,” he starts, scared of denying and accepting you. He knows it’s a bad thing—doing someone else’s homework is cheating. And really, he doesn’t want to cooperate because it’s your homework. “I—I don’t really know if—,”

Slam!

Izuku nearly jumps out of his skin when you drop a stack of textbooks onto your desk, next to your laptop. Your shadow looms over him, beckoning his eyes to gaze up at you wearily. Only to find you looking down on him in a way that makes his legs squirm, makes his spine shiver.

“Great!” You confirm in that bittersweet voice, not hearing a word of anything he says. Not caring to. Then you turn around and dip toe off your shoes, tossing them to lay out of the walkway. Izuku doesn’t mean to look—he swears he doesn’t. But your skirt isn’t all that long. And when you bend over, there’s nowhere else to look. There’s no time for his gaze to switch direction before Izuku is graced with the bright glow of panties. Red panties, to be exact—that curve over a plump ass and are nearly sucked into the private areas they’re supposed to cover. A strike of warmth bleeds across his abdomen, twitches something to life beneath his cargo shorts.

It’s teasing, Izuku supposes. Exactly in the way you torment him, everyday.

“Get it all done by tonight n’ then m’through with you for the week, ‘kay? You can crawl back in your nerd hole, and go back to looking at your mommy kink porn—or whatever it is that you like.” You bounce back around to look at him—for confirmation, maybe. Not that you need it; when you tell Izuku to do something, he doesn’t have much of a choice.—and his head whips back to the computer screen so fast, his neck cracks.

“Y-Yeah! Oh-kay!”

His voice is too high. It cracks between syllables.

He can tell right away that you’re looking at him, and strangely at that. But Izuku is frozen in his seat. He barely breathes as the weight of your stare crashes into the side of his skull. You’re standing only a few feet away, hip jutted out and head tilted in confusion. He prays that maybe—maybe you didn’t notice the strange, suspicious pitch in his voice.

You take a step forward, toward him, and Izuku promises to never so much as look at another girl’s legs again if he can get away unscathed this one time. He couldn’t even help it! But he swears he’ll throw away all the porn magazines under his pillows, even all of the ones with girls who look a suspicious amount like you. Who sneer at men in an eerily similar way to how you sneer at him. And narrow their eyes the same way you’re glaring daggers into that vein in his neck.

“What...,” you start, taking another step towards him. He can feel your shirt brush his shoulder. Izuku prays that you’re as dumb as you look. “What were you looking at?” You’re not.

His head snaps from the computer—a bunch of letters and numbers he hadn’t even begun to read yet—to you, your face—intruding quite carelessly into his personal space.

“Little Izuku,” your voice makes his breath catch. His spine straightens. Wide, green eyes mechanically lift to where your glazed ones are, a mere few inches from his face with how far you’ve bent over. He watches your lips move in slow motion, like the last preludes of peace to an inevitable slaughter. “Staring at women’s panties when they bend over?”

Oh God.

“N-n-no!” He jerks away from you, desperate for space, for air, just as you lean backwards to tower over him at full height. He has to clear his name! It was an accident, he swears, an accident!

“That’s so disgusting.” You deadpan, again not even inclined to hear him out. “You’re a real pervert, you know that? How embarrassing.”

“I’m sorry!” Izuku sobs, sounding every bit pathetic as he knows he looks. He buries his face into his palms, hot pink searing the tips of his ears and down his neck.

“I didn’t mean to look at your—your—” Izuku hates the tremors in his voice, how his lips wobble in search of forgiveness when both of you know it wasn’t on purpose. When both of you know it’s your fault for wearing those obscene—obscene—

You jut your face forward, getting further into his face and pushing Izuku further back. “Can’t even say the word panties, but you can eyeball mine?”

“I’m sorry!”

“Freak. You probably think about my panties all the time, don’t you?”

“I don’t—I didn’t—please. Just—fuck.” Izuku sighs, running a frustrated hand over the lower half of his face, eyes clenching. Hiding from you, as always.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you cut dramatically, no longer laughing at him like the clown he knows he is. But when he pokes an eye open, your smile is twisted.

“Finish all my assignments—like you were supposed to do, anyway,” you proposition, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “—and I’ll let you rub that thing you have,” you step back and ease onto the edge of your bed. Then flip your skirt up and spread your legs so Izuku can get another eyeful of panties—but from the front end. Where you have a soft, gooey, damp spot right at the center. “—right here.”

Izuku swallows hard.

Here.

Your—pussy.

“In—,” his Adam’s apple bobs. He can’t even pull his eyes away from your legs. “Inside it?” A hopeful lilt seeps into his tone.

For a moment, you stare at him. Then your head falls back and your shoulders start shaking like that’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard.

“No!” You laugh,and laugh and laugh, “but you can rub your stinky little dick on the outside of it. Between the lips.” You use your hands to gesture along.

“Consider this a reward for all the hard work you’ve done for these last two semesters.”

Izuku stares. Hard. Eyes wide as they skittishly flicker between your face and thighs, plump curves just barely hidden with your skirt smoothed back over the skin.

“You... You’re playing with me.” It’s more pout than question. You’re a vile being, love to steal and tease and trick—love to make Izuku look the fool, always. He’s learned by now to be careful, cautious of you and your games.

Izuku shivers when your hands find his shoulders and your breath coos over the shell of his ear. You’re crowding him, nuzzling your cheek against the side of his face—like a cat.

“You don’t trust me?” You simper, pouting your bottom lip and batting your eyes—like his lack of faith in you actually hurts. Like you don’t make a hobby out of antagonizing the man before you.

“Fine,” you pout back and lean to your full height—which only accounts for a fraction of his—as Izuku merely frowns up at you. “How about a show of good faith, then? Since I’m sooooo untrustworthy.”

Izuku turns, broad shoulders shifting around in the chair to gaze at you. His eyebrows pinch together when you usher him up out of the chair, pulling him into you by his forearm. “Good—? Good faith?”

“Mhm,” you egg on, nodding and wrapping your fingers around his arm. “I’ll let you feel me first. And then, you can get to work like a good boy, yeah?”

You walk slow, moving backwards until the back of your knees hit the foot of your bed, shrouded in a pink comforter. When you speak, it’s teasingly, it’s soft. It’s sultry and sweet and Izuku wonders if you know what that kind of talk does to a man. “Would you like that?”

He takes a shaky breath as you settle back into your bed, finally satisfied with how he’s settled on top of you. Scarred fingers twist in the sheets next to your head, eyes trailing down to where your skirt folds over your lower tummy, where your thighs gently clench on either side of his waist. He sits frozen, hunched over you and panting desperately, waiting for permission to—anything.

How does stuff like this normally go? He doesn’t know. Doesn’t know anything. Besides… besides all those nights he’s spent think about you, jerking his hips up to fuck his fist and biting down into his pillow to stifle the noise.

“What?” You taunt, lips curling into a smile. “You don’t know how to rub your meat stick or something?”

Izuku feels his cheeks searing with heat again. His shoulders slump, eyebrows twitching as his gaze falls almost instinctively to where your thighs part for him.

“I thought you’d have ruined a couple tissue boxes by now, Izu.” You sound just a little breathless, just a little bothered. The nickname rolls off your tongue with just a hint of condescension. “S’so obvious your dumb puppy dick wants somethin’ to fuck.”

“Shut—up,” he tries to scowl. But it just feels twisted, and he knows he probably looks like an idiot from your point of view.

“C’mon, baby,” it’s so cruel how the first time you call him anything so sweet, is when you’re wringing him of his last drops of pride. “You can pull it out, can’t you? Or do y’want me to do it for you?”

Izuku’s eyes shoot up to your face at the suggestion, but he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. If he has to watch you wrap your pretty hands around his cock, he’ll spill all over your fingers before you can even get it out. His own fingers shake as he sits back to pull down his zipper and carefully pull his cock through the hole in his shorts.

When he fits himself back over you, his dick slaps onto your clit, right over your panties. Izuku’s dick lurches horrendously.

He doesn’t think twice after the first thrust. The first few ruts feel dewy from over the soppy material of your panties, but then he impatiently hooks his thick fingers around the band and yanks them to the side. He can even smell you, the thick scent of pussy making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Your cunt is so slippery. It's gooey, and soft. And the sound it makes when he slips his dick between the folds again and again is so lewd. A deep moan tears right out of his chest. His hips jerk against you almost instinctively. Something hot, molten, blooms throughout his stomach. It’s inescapable. Makes his muscles clench and sends his brain into a fog. You let out this soft, little gasp, like you weren’t expecting it.

He looks up to find your eyes, teary and fluttering shut, locked onto him. Your palms slide up to his chest, and your murmur something with the softest hint of desperation seeping off your tongue—“C-C’mere.. c’mere, please—,”

Almost instinctively, Izuku’s arm starts to feel like jelly and he feels the need to wrap you up against him—you asked him so nicely. He can’t say no. It’s not too long before he can’t even keep himself upright anyway, clinging to the sheets by his fingers. Your panties hang out of his back pocket, having been snatched off from right beneath your skirt because they were getting in the way. The skirt would have suffered the same fate, had it not folded over your lower tummy and behaved.

His face presses into the crook of your shoulder, chest smushed against yours—invading all your space. He thinks it might be fine, if the way your fingers wrap around his bicep are any way to tell. Feels like you want to keep him close.

“Y—you smell good,” he slurs it against your skin without any real thought. But you whine and your pussy flutters. He feels it. Feels your cunt spasm around nothing from beneath his heavy cock. He has the strange urge to fill it up. Your nails scratch at his back from over his shirt.

Izuku’s reward.

Each thrust that coats his dick in your juices, every gasp that falls from your lips, the way your nails dig into his arms—Izuku’s just taking what’s rightfully his, isn’t he? Quick, careful thrusts along the outer part of your cunt that keep his head swimming and his teeth gently edging along your neck. He’s always at your beck and call, always folding to your whims and caving to your inhibitions. But he gets to have this. Your soft pussy twitching, drooling all over his dick, while you make the cutest little squeals of his name.

(“C-cumming, Izu,” you sound grateful, sound small and broken, hand at the back of his neck and your legs locking around his hips like he’s really fucking you. “Makin’ me cum—”)

Even though he’s isn’t, he can feel your juices drip down. It’s easier to slip his dick over your cunt, lubes him all up and let’s him go faster.

A strangled groan escapes him again as Izuku balances right on the edge of it. Seconds away from spurting you all down with thick, sticky cum. How many times has he thought about this? About pinning you down, about making you burst into tearful apologies after inflicting all your ridicule onto him? You’d deserve every second of it.

He’s right there, hand carding through your hair while he pants against your jaw. Balls drawing together real tight while he feels his shoulders do the same. There’s no tissues—he’s gotta spill all over your tummy. Maybe he’ll pump it all over your thighs.

“Are you about to cum?” Your giggles cut right through his skull. Game over.

The sharpness of your laugh shatters any illusion of power Izuku thought he might have had. “Look at your face!”

Your foot presses into Izuku’s chest, easing him backwards off of you.

“Okay,” you announce, sounding bored. “You got your fill.” You shoo him away, sitting up while pressing Izuku backwards onto his knees with the foot at his chest. His cock throbs, the head of it slapping against his tummy, glistening with your juices and his.

Before you hop off the bed, you pat his chest—a kind of ‘thank you’, he guesses. Then when you’re back on your feet, your hands skit to smooth your skirt back down. “Put that thing away, and get to work—gross, you got all your nasty slime on my skirt! Lick it off.”

Yeah, Izuku thinks, somewhere between breaking into tears and actual amazement. You’re nothing but a fucking brat.

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