#you dont even Really have to be thereeee you just have to mark it...

[trucygoose]

upsetposting now. why did my systems teacher change our project due date from friday to monday We Don't Even Have School Monday

[livelaughlovesubs]

hellooo, i love your writing but im not used to sending asks so forgive me if anything is said poorly or if i do it wrong somehow, but i was curious if your up for writing obey me characters still?

if you are, could i request just ravaging asmo, like to the point where hes crying and not forming coherent sentences, and then just completely switching up after and giving super sweet aftercare? this is sort of inspired by the dazai aftercare post except i want the smut lmao

feel free to refuse or completely ignore this request if you dont feel up to it!

also could i be 🫶 anon? i looked through your anon list and im pretty sure that ones not taken!

remember to take care of yourself and take your time! i hope you're doing well! :)

-🫶

Hello hello~ don’t worry, you are doing great :] Also this will be my first time writing for obey me, bear with me alright? (I only got to chapter/ lesson 22 when I used to play it)

Dom!reader x sub!Asmodeus - reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (I use dick), hair pulling, marks, mind break, overstimulation, multiple rounds, a little exhibition?

Creaking sounds lingered around your ears, alongside the breathy moans of the male underneath you. These heavenly noises bounced off the walls, loud enough to seep through the cracks of the door. You were almost worried that other people would hear him, it would be pretty embarrassing at breakfast tomorrow. Though, asmo certainly wouldn’t mind, he’d even brag and show off his hickeys to everyone. How did you know? Because if he had any ounce of shame, he wouldn’t be screaming his lungs out like this. No one can tell you this little slut here doesn’t want his brothers to know he was getting used like a fleshlight.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a moment and slowing down, gathering some energy. What time was it, how long have you two been going at it? The stamina of a demon really was scary, to think he was still able to stay awake after was felt like an eternity. He was exhausted too, but he still wanted to keep going. “Haha..” you chuckled as you gazed at his messy face, smiling in amusement at the lewd display in front of you. Asmo was such a charming man, his hair had an indescribable colour that was unique to none other than him. Truly a marvellous gift from god himself. And now, it was sticking to his forehead, all wet due to the layer of sweat covering his skin.

His angelic face was fated to be his weapon for temptation, such a beauty was truly irresistible, befitting of his title as the avatar of lust. Those gorgeous golden eyes were shining like stars, lightening up each time you trusted deep inside him. You almost felt guilty, for defiling that innocent appearance of his. The saying of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ was like tailored for him, for this devil with the most saint-like appearance you’ve ever came across. Everything he did was erotic and inviting, causing you to want to ruin him more. Until any traces of that natural pureness he had were wiped away by lust.

“AaahhGg~..! Oh, y/n, right thereeee mhHmm!!” Asmodeus moaned out your name, his voice sweet and coated with honey. His back was facing you, and he arched his body into a crescent shape. Hips and ass high in the air, while his face was being pushed into the very pillow he was hugging. One of your hands were tangled in his rose-tainted hair, switching up from stroking his locks to yanking on them whenever you saw fit. Each time you’d rough him up, he’d whimper shamelessly, grinning from ear to ear as he shakes his butt for you.

He was so beautiful right now. So very stunning. That once cheeky face now all decorated with tears and drool, all blushy like a maiden fresh in love. His eyes rolled back sometimes, as well as him sticking his tongue out and trembling in pleasure. Despite the impaling realisation that he would pass out if this continued any longer, he didn’t yield, only begging you to give him more. Who were you to deny your darlings wishes? You wanted to give him everything he wanted, even if it will cause him back pain for the days to come.

The other hand was on his hips, helping him holding his body up to meet your trusts. Your pace was a steady one, but pretty slow. That’s because your body was sore as well from pounding him for hours. Asmo didn’t mind it, because you were still so good at it, even if you were tired. Every time you drove your length inside him, it hit his abused and used prostate with such accuracy that he can’t help but cry out in bliss. “AhhNnGg! Harder~ ooOOhhH!!” His hole was all red and swollen, it was so puffy, yet he was still able to clench around you. You could feel his insides squeezing your dick, not letting you pull it out of him.

“Such a dirty boy, how did you survive so long without me?” You teased, pulling on his hair suddenly, ending with him throwing his head back with a yelp. “AhH! i- heh, I guess I wasn’t re-really living mHmm~ before meeting you then.” The demon answered, still capable of smiling at you, even if the said smile looked like the dumb grin of a cheap prostitute. “My my, your choice of words are still as romantic as ever. Can you handle another round, asmo?” His dick twitched at your words, leaking some more precum onto the puddle of semen beneath him. “HnGg, of co-course..! Ahh~ y/n, fuck me <3”

A smirk spread on your lips, and you let go of his light brown hair. Instead, you used both hands to hold his waist tightly, enough for it to bruise. “Then I won’t hold myself back.” You said, as a kind of warning. Asmo looked over his shoulder and your eyes met, the desire in his pupils were evident on his body as well as in your eyes. Another giggle slipped from your lips before you moved backwards, then snapping your hips against his in a fast pace. “AhGGhhH! Mo-moRRe!!” While the devil groaned out a series of encouragements for you to continue rutting into him like some beast, he could feel another orgasm approaching. His stomach curled so intensely, and electricity was coursing through his body.

The expression on his face was so dumb, so fucked out of it that he looked like he lost his mind. As if he succumbed to pleasure, him, the very fundament of lust. “Ah.. damn it, you are such a pretty boy asmo.. heh.” You complimented him among all these ruthless thrusts, it was a gentleness he didn’t know he needed to spill over the edge. “NgHHh! Uh-uhMm, I’m cu-cummINNgG <3!!” More tears rolled down his messy cheeks as his orgasm washed over him, this time he didn’t look as sane as before. No, he looked like he was drunk on the ecstasy and pleasure. It was so good, so so so good he couldn’t fathom it! It crashed down on him and his poor, slim body in waves, it was more than what he could handle!

Hearts were sparkling in his pupils, and his hands clutched the pillow so hard that it ripped. He even accidentally switched to his demon form, so his horns, wings and tail popped out. At this point he couldn’t think nor speak properly anymore, only repeating the same phrases like a broken radio. Whines and gasps of pleasure continued to fill the room of the boy, and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth like some dog in heat. Ropes of cum spurt out of his dick, dirtying the sheets below him. His thighs quivered, some of his slick also ran down his inner thighs. After helping him ride out his high, you slowly and gently pulled the cock out of him. Then, you also released his hips.

Two imprints of your hands were left behind, and you couldn’t hide a sadistic smirk. To your surprise asmo whispered to you in a meek voice, “keep.. mhm, holding me..” He was just a twitchy something now, limping on his bed while his brain was still processing all the sensations. It was simply too much, he was going to take a while until he’ll be responsive again. Even so he still craved your touch, he did have an adorable side to him didn’t he?

“I’ll, if that’s what you want.” You replied and grabbed his tiny waist again, this time you leaned down and pressed your body against his. After waiting and taking a break for a new minutes, you kissed his neck softly, before mumbling quietly, “wanna go wash up now, love?” Not once have you left his side while waiting patiently, giving him some time to reorganise. “Hmmm… can’t we stay like t-this a tad longer?” Asmo pouted and sighed, already feeling sore and the aftermath of the long session. God, he was still stumbling over his words! Just how hard did you fuck him? He will definitely walk funnily tomorrow, if he can even stand on his own two legs. “We can still cuddle after taking a shower. Come on, you go first while I clean up.” You suggested, knowing that he was totally out of energy.

“Nuuu! I want to stay like this! Pleaseeee? Pretty please??” He blinked at you, looking at you with puppy eyes, knowing that this trick always works on you. “Ugh! Fine, fine, if that’s what my princess here wants.” You sighed, acting annoyed at him doing as he pleased. “Hehe~” the devil laughed satisfied, resting his chin on the pillow as he enjoyed your touch. Next thing he knew you kissed his cheeks, while tugging his still chaotic hair behind his ear. While you did those things, you said with a little smile, “You did well asmo, I’m so proud of you.”

Huh. Where did that come from? Out of nowhere his face heated up again, and that right after you thought he had calmed down. “Aww, you are so cute y/n!” He responded immediately, though a hint of nervousness was laced and hidden behind his voice. Was the avatar of lust perhaps flustered or embarrassed about your words? Pff. You laughed in his face, before giving his forehead a peck. “Ahh~ I love you, my prince.”

[one-annon]

1. you ask i must deliver.....

governshipping!!!!!!! sometime on the scene of the arson with the fatal five (i had to brainstorm a setting that made sense for both of them in canon) they meet and from then they kind of keep in touch like police/government do and as a result maybe theres some homosexuality thereeee..........................

A PHONE CALL AWAY

-- PETER STRAHM X MATT GIBSON - GOVERNSHIPPING --

hi raz....lowkey dont like this one but its okay i wrote all of it over the span of like 4 days between the hours of 1 am to 4 am..somehow made it to 2.5k though

ive never written officer gibson or agent strahm so please forgive me.....i kinda winged this whole story

if you see mistakes, no you dont <3 enjoy!

having the fbi here this early was, honestly, a little insulting.

gibson had already taken a blow to his pride when hoffman stated he still owed him. this 'owing' equvilated to gibson being his personal assistant. it fucking sucked. he was already pissed and he just wanted to go home and scream into a pillow. maybe cry too. the current situation wasnt doing much to help calm his nerves, either.

he was sent to figure out what happened at some building. eight bodies were found. still, despite their research, they couldnt find shit on what happened. from what gibson gathered, it was some junkie house. he concluded that it wasnt by mistake. the firefighters he spoke to agreed, though they quickly changed their minds once their inspector ruled it an accident. ashley, he discovered, was her name. she was about his height, blonde.

he didnt fully trust her though. and neither did the agent he was currently speaking to. peter strahm. he was taller, more intimidating. gibson didnt really know how to feel about him. he was alright, he guessed, but strahm was nothing special. gibson could do just as much as him. fuck this prick. he didnt even do anything, gibson was just utterly annoyed by his presence. maybe he was just hungry.

"have they attempted to identify any of the bodies?" strahm had finished his talk wish ashley, focusing back on gibson, "or even looked into the place? who all visits here? do we have anyone who mightve had issues with someone here?" the way he spoke reminded gibson of the way he would talk to newbies. it pissed him off even more. of course they went through all that shit. he's done this before.

one of gibson's partners patting his shoulder, looking between the two. "if they say its an accident, well..we don't pursue it. theres no use." the officer fucking hated that thought. how could they be so sure it was an accident? that ashley chick has already vanished out of their sight. they dont know where the hell she went. really, they didnt know what else to do. there was nothing else they could do. the fbi and the police were both gone.

the only people left were gibson, strahm, and gibson's buddy. his buddy who was currently trying to push away some reporter guy. lord forbid the news missed this shocking story. eight dead in a house burning, fbi and police called. for fucks sake, by this point they could just publicly shame the force for the shitty job theyre doing, but like his partner said, there was no use in investigating further.

strahm hummed, tapping his fingers on his thigh like some sort of nervous tic. "well." he started, the words dying on his tongue as he tried to figure out what to say. "if you get anything else, you can contact me." he muttered, taking a notepad from his shirt pocket and a pen from his pants pocket. did he always have those on hand? gibson shifted his weight as strahm wrote. he tore the page, handed it to the officer, and turned to his car.

they didnt speak in person. there was no need to. the only times they ever spoke over text was when gibson had a question about the jigsaw case. really, he wasn't supposed to be involved, but he was curious. eventually, they discovered they had one thing in common; a mutual hatred for mark hoffman. the two of them had their separate reasons - one because of envy and one because of suspicion.

obviously, they kept their words professional. there were no accusations made about the detective, but they both knew they had some very choice words for him. they hinted at it, but never outright said anything. strahm had been suspicious of the man since they met, gibson had been jealous of his abilities since they first shook hands. at one point, he even looked up to hoffman. hah, yeah, what a chance.

at some point, strahm's suspicions had grown. when he woke up in that stupid hospital bed, he knew. he had no doubt in his mind about what had gone down and who was hunting him. that fucker had already taken lindsey from him, of course he was after the whole department. no one would believe him, he wasnt that stupid. well, maybe gibson would.

gibson wasnt the first person on his mind. hoffman and perez were. but he came in a close second. he knew the officer would believe his story. if he was right about all of this, gibson could help him. he could get hoffman behind bars, maybe even get promoted. strahm would get his victim and gibson would get the recognition he so desperately wants, its a win win.

his throat was dry as he called the man. they had never called. there was no need to. there was now though. he had a reason and it was damn good. according to the doctors, he shouldnt use his voice. he would probably be in less pain if he just fucking texted gibson but who knows what that fuck is doing? strahm needs him right fucking now.

"strahm? long time no see, how can i be of service?" gibson had a certain cheerful tone to his voice, one strahm didnt need at the moment,

clearing his throat to the best of his abilities, strahm croaked out "its-" he broke off into a cough, swallowing hard. it took him a minute to gain his voice. "it hoffman." strahm hated how pathetic he sounded. "hoffman’s the..the accomplice." he didn't have any evidence. nothing but a hunch and a hole in his throat. he was still sat in lindsey's room, his eyes fixed on the bloodied pillow. hoffman, the bastard, had just visited. of course he read the fucking papers. he knew that he saved that girl but it all felt…wrong. he needed someone to talk to about it.

no one else shared the same hatred for hoffman. maybe strahm's was closer to obsession, but it was the same thing by this point, wasnt it?

"…where are you? are you sick?"

of course gibson didnt know. why would he? he's not on the case. "hospital." he grumbled, scowling as he stood from the chair next to lindsey's bed. "had to-" he coughed, violent and painful, "had to give myself a fuckin' trache." he paced the room, hand never leaving the edge of the bed. he'd make sure justice was served. he was gonna get hoffman and serve him like a pig on christmas; on a silver platter with an appetizers worth of evidence for the jury.

if it wasnt for himself, it was for perez. he had never been so close to someone before. after his second divorce, strahm opted for detachment. if you weren't attached, they wouldnt care how much you worked, how much you denied yourself the basic needs of living. thats what was different about perez. she was just as bitchy as he was. if he had something to say, she had a comeback. she didnt take shit from anyone, peter included.

and she was gone.

his thoughts were suddenly swept from his head as he heard gibson's voice on the other end of the line. "you should be resting, man, not solving the case." there was no room for argument on that. which, strahm knew that already. he was “off the case.” like fucking hell he was. he's done more work than any bitch in that precinct. it was just barely there, but he could hear the noises of someone climbing into a car. where the hell was he headed?

"i know. where're you going?"

there was a long pause, then the sound of an engine started. "coming to you." gibson sighed, adjusting himself before setting his phone on speaker and starting the drive. "you said the accomplise is hoffman, yeah? i'll hear you out. but i wanna see what evidence you have first. you cant really go making assumptions." he didnt exactly have that. fuck. whatever. he would explain it once the other was here. he would believe strahm. hopefully.

it took about 15 minutes for gibson to arrive. strahm had wandered back to his room for the sake of the other, though it would be funny to watch him stumble around trying to find him, he didnt want to waste time. strahm had been sitting near the window, eyebrows furrowed and mind foggy with thoughts about the case. gibson was right. how the hell was he supposed to supply evidence to the court? all he had to go off of was lindsey’s words, a hole in his throat, and a hunch.

strahm didnt budge as matt opened the door. he didnt move as the other pulled a chair to sit across from him. he paid no mind to gibson, which, it wasnt like he was paying any to strahm either. he had his eyes focused on the tv. it took a long while for either of them to break the silence, both too lost in their own thoughts to speak.

“he got promoted.” matt breathed. “you think..the jigsaw accomplice that you two have been tracking down..is our new lieutenant detective?” he tore his eyes from the tv screen, focusing back on strahm and his dazed look.

the agent scoffed, finally leaning back and making eye contact with the officer. “i do.” he shifted, his fists balling up. his thumb was practically begging for a pen to click. he didnt want to touch - or even look at - another pen for a long while. he’d have to find something else to fidget with. maybe that stress ball perez got him? whatever. no need to think about that now. “how the hell do you expect someone to walk out without a single scratch?” his leg was bouncing. he didnt notice it for a moment. maybe that was his new fidget.

gibson hummed, leaning back and resting one arm over the back of his chair. “who else was in the building? just you two?”

“i dont know. from what i heard, everyone is dead.”

another hum. matt thought about it. from what he knew, everyone offered something during jigsaw traps. hoffman coming out totally unscathed was a bit…odd. maybe it wasnt enough to get him convicted, but it was a nice start. they could work from there. if there was one thing gibson knew about hoffman, it was his ability to act. he could act all innocent. sometimes he would struggle, but he could easily tell a lie.

gibson stared out the window, out to their city. people were dying out there and it was possible that they were dying because of a man he knew. how the fuck were they supposed to handle this then? this was fucking stupid. he tried to offer all he could. “he would be able to lift the victims. hoffman was strong, ill give him that. he was able to lift me, probably could assist in the kidnapping.”

that got strahm thinking. during their first meeting, they had discussed another accomplice. kerry was too heavy for amanda alone, but hoffman couldve easily lifted her. he couldve taken paul to that razor wire trap, maybe with a little help, but it could be done. he started to gain more questions - ones he couldnt answer without the files. he knew they most likely had files on the man. did he have a criminal record? what about ties to the victims? most of jigsaws victims were rather personal to him. could it be possible strahm had killed someone he knew?

strahms brows furrowed in thought. it would make sense. having someone on the inside who would deter the police would be extremely helpful for jigsaw, not to mention the strength.

“do you have access to the files on the case?” strahm asked suddenly, trying to fight the cough in the back of his throat. he knew he had the ability to access the files, but if matt had gone to get them for him, he could avoid suspicion from erickson. fucking erickson. he would solve this fucking case from his hospital room and get more fucking work done that erickson ever could.

his thoughts shifted as gibson shook his head. of course. why would he have fucking access? strahm was starting to think the water affected his brain more than he initially assumed. with the mutter of a swear, strahm stood. he had access. he just had to do everything himself didnt he? fuck, if lindsey was here, he would have this shit done by now!

gibson frowned, standing with him. “peter. you cant just..you cant go out and solve the case! lay down man, take a few days for yourself! just- relax!” it took a bit of forcing, but peter ended up back on his bed. “even just for a few hours. thats better than nothin’! take it from a guy who walked with no boot or crutches when his ankle was sprained; resting is better than anything!”

strahm groaned. he felt like a child trying to worm their way out of bedtime. he didnt want to rest. he wanted to find hoffman. he wanted to go and save whoever was in their most recent game. he wanted to get his ass up and be useful. fucking…whatever. he could entertain gibson for a while. instead of getting out of the bed like he oh, so wanted to, he grabbed the remote to the tv. gibson moved his chair to the side of strahms bed, and they surfed through channels until they found one they were content with.

it may not how he planned to spend his afternoon, but the pair ended up watched hours worth of ‘friends’. it was nice. it felt normal. both boys needed the comfort of normality at the moment. maybe their situation couldve been a little more comfortable, but strahm needed to stay in bed, and gibson needed a break from work.

by the time gibson had to return back to his shit ass job, strahm was ready to get up and out. as much as he enjoyed their time, his fidgeting never ceased. he need to go do something about this fucking jigsaw case. matt had sat up, groaned as he realized the time, and exited the room with a wave and a ‘call me if you need anything’. just as he left the room, strahm stood. he reached into the back they let him keep by the side of his bed, grabbing his clothing, and changed.

fuck this hospital shit. he had a case to go solve. he took his phone, his gun, a flashlight, his wallet, and his keys. traveling throughout the hospital wasnt that hard of a task, he just looked down and avoided anyone who looked at him. successfully, he made it to his car. he checked the back seat, no one. perfect. he was safe. starting the engine and sighing, strahm pulled out, and headed straight for the fbi’s main office.

if he wasnt getting justice for himself, it was for lindsey. and maybe gibson.