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OBEY ME
The Obey Me! Brothers reacting to your period ♡ (all brothers)
The OM! Brothers with an MC that has a tattoo that reminds the demons of themselves (all brothers)
Are they a shower or a bath guy? With the OM! Brothers (all brothers)
GN MC Holding open the door for the OM! Brothers (all brothers)
His dirty thoughts - Mammon
Daydreaming about pleasing him - Mammon
Daydreaming about him - Satan
His valentines day treat ♡ - Beelzebub
The Attic - Obey Me! - Belphegor
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Everything is in chronological order and updated whenever new information/content is released so, if you start at Part 1 and go from there, you should be fully caught up with the entire storyline up until now.
Side note:
Japanese comebacks are not included due to them being self-contained (aside from Paradigm though that contains no plot points beyond the indication of a major shift in ideology which is already covered in the Movement album).
Don’t Stop on the other hand was left out due to the storyline being in line with that of all Ateez Universe (now Klap Entertainment) content which is separate from Ateez’s regular main storyline.
If I overlooked or forgot something, feel free to hit me up and if you'd like to discuss theories, feel free to message me as well!
Masterlist:
Colors indicate the protagonists of the MV:
A-World's Ateez
Z-World's Ateez aka Black Pirates' Ateez
Both
Halazia World's Ateez
Part 0: Glossary
BONUS: The Cromer
BONUS: The Members (A-World)
BONUS: Turbulence & The Real
Part 1: Fever Part 1 Diary Entries/Diary Film
Part 2: Inception
Part 3: Thanxx
Part 4: Fireworks & Fever Part 2 Diary Entries
Part 5: Fever Part 3 Diary Entries
Part 6: Deja-Vu
Part 7: Eternal Sunshine
Part 8: Fever Epilogue Diary Entries
Part 9: Say My Name
Part 10: Pirate King and Treasure
Part 11: Hala Hala, Illusion, Wave
Part 12: Wonderland
Part 13: Answer
Part 14: Guerrilla
Part 15: The World - Movement Diary Entries: The Revolution
Part 16: Halazia
Part 17: Bouncy (K-Hot Chilli Peppers)
Part 18: Outlaw - The World Ep. 2 - Outlaw Diary Entries
i don’t think men should have thighs just as a precaution towards my own mental health and sanity. i cant see another man with thighs exist, i just can’t 😓
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Summary: You and Gale are trapped in a locked room, with no space to move. Inspired by @daisyofwaterdeep 's juicy post which I just couldn't resist writing about.
Set early in Act 1, before the tiefling party. Featuring matchmaker Karlach and chaos gremlin Astarion.
Disclaimers: 18+. Mildly smutty. Gale x female Tav/reader.
Word count: 1k
AO3 link
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“Well, this is a tight fit, isn't it.”
Crushed between the wall and Gale's heaving frame, you cannot avoid his warm breath on your cheek. You speak into his beard, desperate for space.
“Serves me right, for wandering straight through every door I see.”
Gale's chest is flush against yours. His arms flinch in an awkward attempt to avoid your waist and rear. Your own hands are fatefully sandwiched between your bodies. You curl them into yourself, trying frantically to ignore the groove of his groin.
It is not that you have not imagined how it would feel. In the darkness, you have wondered about the taste of Gale's touch, the lilt of those lithe fingers. But only for fleeting moments, sheepish and stolen. You are almost strangers, after all, fledgling friends. And never beyond your wildest dreams would you have imagined this, much less wished for it.
“Your curiosity is one of your most a-door-able traits.” You can feel his smirk on your skin. “One might even say it's the key to your success.
Your groan is muffled amongst his hair. “I'm glad to see being trapped in a coffin with me brings out your comedic genius.”
“Just getting a handle on the situation.”
Despite the levity, each word of his seems more choked. His ribs jostle against yours. You are surprised by the lean edges of his frame, the force of muscle beneath his robe. As if he senses your attention, he swallows, his eyes darting around you in a frenzy.
You grunt as you manage to wrench one hand free, only to realise in horror that it is cupping the curve of his ass. You cannot help but notice how firm it is. How full. When he jerks at the contact, his leg wedges between yours. Your hand dangles ominously below his hipbone.
“Sorry!” He fumbles, his features twisting. “Sorry. Gods, I'm sorry–”
“Karlach?” you cry. “Astarion? Are you out there?”
The responding thump on the door rocks the entire room. Gale's thigh spasms into yours. He winces sharply.
“Can you get us out please?” Gale blurts. “Now?”
“Hang on, soldiers.” Karlach sounds annoyingly relaxed, even chipper. “The door locked behind you, and we don't have the key. We can't break it down either, tough bastard.”
“Oh look.” The glee in Astarion’s voice is undeniable. “We've run out of lockpicks. Best go hunt for some more.”
You try and fail to punch the door. A flush has spread from Gale's neck to his cheeks. His blushed earlobe hovers just before your mouth. You can feel his heat on your skin, the rasp of his stubble.
“Hurry up,” he pleads. “Please.”
Gale clears his throat. As he shifts and fidgets, the taut muscles of his chest rub against your breasts. His juddering breaths are hot against your ear, and you are mortified by the ripple through your core, the peaking of your nipples. He wriggles his leg, trying in vain to move it out of the range of danger. But his knee grinds into you instead. You chew your lip.
“This is simply” – he stammers, his throat bobbing – “This is most– I'm terribly sorry–”
He trails off, burbling incoherently. You have never seen Gale so out of sorts. As you writhe clumsily against each other, sweat beads on his brow. You can smell the bittersweet tang of it, layered within the fog of sandalwood and leather, book dust and soap. You wonder if he feels as dizzy as you do. You no longer think it is from the lack of air in the room.
“I should be sorry,” you manage. “I haven't bathed for a week.”
You were hoping for a chuckle, a break in the stiffness between you. But instead, there is a glimmer on Gale's chest. A faint stain of indigo flashes and then deepens. He is glowing. You stare at his blazing orb scar in alarm.
“Gale…”
Gale is coughing. Sputtering. As he twists, pointlessly seeking escape, you feel an unmistakable hardness against your hand. Your eyes widen. Clasped between your hips and his, jerking your hand away only nestles it further in. Your fingers bear down against his bulge.
Gale's eyelids flutter. He bites his lip.
“Stop moving,” he chokes, pained. “Please stop moving.”
For a moment, you do. Your chests rise and fall against each other’s. Strands of his hair drift over your face as you meet his gaze. His lips are swollen red, parted as he pants.
You are acutely aware of the point of his knee. It surges, ever so slightly, against your cleft. His eyes are dark and desperate, like you have never seen before. You are drunk on the rhythm of his leg, trembling against the pulse of your desire. You stifle a gasp, your nerves unravelling, his breaths catching as you quiver into him. Your fingers move of their own accord, following the thrumming of his need, flickering along his throbbing length.
He moans. You feel it like a wet hot flare through you, his searching mouth lingering over yours.
“Please,” he whispers.
His hardness twitches towards your touch as you grind against each other. He is groaning, grunting, and you can taste the salt and sweetness of his breath as his nose grazes yours and your lips open to his…
You tumble backwards as the door swings open, crashing hard against the ground. You lie there for a while, swollen, dazed. Karlach and Astarion loom above you with triumphant grins.
“Look at you, all flushed and breathless.” Astarion’s fangs flash.
Karlach pulls you up with a flourish. “It's a good job you didn't pass out.” She beams.
Stumbling, burning, you look back into the room. You have a brief glimpse of a tented robe, a guttering purple glow, before Gale lurches away, shutting the door behind him.
