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redhoodieone · 4 years

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It’s Cold in Here Part 11

Hey everyone! YES, I am BACK!!! I’m sorry for not being regularly active on here. I’ve just been going through a lot lately, and it’s been a real struggle. I’m just trying to stay focused on writing because that is my main medicine. And I’m the kinda person who hates leaving things incomplete so…I have to see this through, and I will complete it. Hope you like it and please review!

My eyes shoot open fast like a gunshot. My body freezes, as I try to grasp what happened. I can feel I’m lying on soft sheets. The smell of green tea mint and vanilla fills my nostrils; I quickly find comfort in those scents that remind me I’m back home.

Home.

Home with Dick Grayson.

A sudden wave of panic sends me into another nervous breakdown. My body tenses, and I feel like I can’t breathe, especially when two strong, muscular arms wrap around me like a koala hugs a tree.

And Dick Grayson hugs like a koala bear in and out of the sheets.

I need to get out of here. I need to breathe. I need to think.

Slowly but cautiously, I slip away from Dick’s sleeping embrace. The second I successfully break away from his cuddling hold, I stand up to only look down at his peaceful slumber.

I quickly peek at the clock on his nightstand that tells me it’s only 4:00 A.M.

And to think it was only four hours ago that Dick choked me, screamed at me, and threatened me to do what he wants.

I move like a zombie to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, I switch on the light and I’m forced to stare at myself in the mirror.

Red rimmed eyes. Tear stained cheeks. A large handprint bruised on my neck. Knots in my hair from being manhandled into bed with him.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to go home and cry myself to sleep like anyone else would. But Dick refused to let me leave. He knew I would have tried to contact the Batfamily for help.

And I would have. I’m not even gonna lie.

Grabbing tightly on both ends of the beautiful, marble sink, I stare at my reflection. What the fuck happened to me?

I’m staring at a weak, pathetic, and foolish woman. I should be ashamed to even call myself a superhero.

A superhero would have taken down Deathstroke already.

A superhero would have helped Dick Grayson from going down this devastating road already.

A superhero wouldn’t be standing here and staring at their wounds in the mirror, while their boyfriend is out there with Isabel.

Jason.

I know Jason’s not my boyfriend. I know what we have isn’t even remotely romantic. What we have can only be summarized as “causal sex between good friends”, and that’s all there is to it.

Not that any of that matters anymore.

I’m beyond fucked. Dick Grayson literally took my heart, my self-esteem, and my life away from me.

I have nothing.

Dick made sure my cell phone was destroyed before he shoved me into bed.

The alarm system in his penthouse is set, and there’s no way to enter or escape.

And Dick had stripped me from my costume and weapons.

My own worst enemy has taken everything from me.

And he doesn’t even know it’s him.

Gripping the sink tighter to where my hands crack and ache, I growl under my breath and release my right fist into the mirror, shattering it gracefully with rage.

Pieces of glass rain all around me. It’s almost happening in slow motion when I realize I’ve been bottling up everything inside me. I see there is another part inside me that’s tired of being controlled.

A part of me that’s tired of being threatened with fear.

A part of me that’s tired of letting feelings interfere with what’s right and wrong.

My fist falls to the sink where my blood runs down my palm and fingers. I can imagine it hurting because I know there are razor chips in there from the impact.

But I feel nothing but rage inside me. A sinking feeling of anger and vengeance in the pit of my stomach to where I’ll do whatever it takes to feed it.

I gaze up to the broken mirror and see the missing fragments I’ve smashed. My reflection is damaged, in the emotional and physical sense.

And destroyed by what I’ve done.

I hear light footsteps coming behind me. Still staring in the mirror, the remaining chipped pieces of the mirror shows me Dick is behind me, staring into the mirror as well.

Our faces are split up in bits on the wall. And it doesn’t take more than a few seconds to see that his eyes darken with resentment and lust.

Both of Dick’s hands settle on my bare hips. I’m only wearing a t-shirt of his that he gave me while he ripped and tore apart my costume and underwear.

His fingers slip up to my stomach and continue to inch upwards until he seizes my breasts. Until his hands completely cover and grasp my tits, his fingers massage them tightly.

I struggle to pull away from his touch, but Dick ends up pushing me forward to the sink. I can feel his hard body grinding against my bare ass. Through his sweatpants, his big, hard cock rubs against me.

I gasp quietly. I chance a look in the mirror and see his lust filled eyes staring down at me.

“I love seeing you wear my shirt,” Dick whispers in my ear. He pulls my nipples and pinches them. “It’s almost like...I own you. Like, you’re my own personal doll. A possession of mine.”

One of his hands sneaks down to my unclothed pussy. His fingers spread my folds apart, and he sinks one finger in. My natural wetness makes a slurping noise; I’m always embarrassingly wet, and Dick knows this. He hums in my ear. He’s more than pleased about this.

“So wet...you’re just so wet for me, huh Y/N?” Dick smirks. He adds another finger inside me and begins to finger fuck me.

“I-I’m not yours, Dick,” I seethe through my teeth. I whimper when his thumb rubs my clit. The fucking bastard knows I love finger fucking before sex.

His thumb presses harder to my clit. I’m a panting mess in between his arms. I look up into the mirror and see Dick’s eyebrows furrowed; a look of concentration and determination are on his face. He begins to breathe and pant hard as if he wants (or is trying) to ride out my orgasm with me. I suddenly feel a tightening feeling in my stomach, so I grab a hold of his forearms to squeeze and try to ground myself with.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, sweetheart. You see, there are no other guys here. I’m the only one here with you. So, let me explain this in a way you’ll understand. I AM THE ONE WHO’S GONNA MAKE YOU CUM RIGHT NOW!” Dick growls and adds a third finger in me.

“No...” I plead.

“Yes! Cum for me, Y/N. I want you to cum so hard for me. Cum for your boyfriend.”

He pumps his fingers hard and fast in my pussy. His thumb continues to work overtime with constant harsh rubs. Dick kisses my neck and nips my jaw and that’s what sets my body to release my orgasm. My mouth parts and I choke out Dick’s name as my pussy clenches his fingers, and I gush hard on his hand.

“That’s it. That’s it. Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me,” Dick praises me, and places many kisses my jawline. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“Oh fuck...” I whimper out. I feel beyond embarrassed Dick could still weaken me like this, especially after everything that’s happened.

Once my body relaxes, I let go of his forearms, one stained with my bloody hand from earlier, and try to stand on my own. Dick withdraws his hand from my pussy and licks every individual finger to suck my juices. He hums in satisfaction and winks at me.

“Delicious...better than Trix cereal if I say so myself.”

I huff out in annoyance. I turn around to face his cocky grin.

“That...that wasn’t cool, Dick. What you-you just did to me...that was fucking evil,” I say angrily. I feel tears behind my eyes that are threatening to fall. “How could you do that to me? How could you use my feelings, my body, and me like that?”

Dick’s eyes show no softness and kindness like before. I realize I haven’t truly seen his real eyes in a long time.

“It’s easy,” Dick says simply. As if it’s plainly obvious and that I should know that.

I shake my head at him. Biting my bottom lip, I glare at him.

“You will never touch me like that again. If you ever lay a hand on me like that again, I’ll fucking snap your arm,” I threaten him. I feel the anger boiling in me, but my voice betrays me.

I sound as if I got fucked hard like a defendant in court.

Dick chuckles at me. He runs a hand through his hair and grins at me as if he just won a big prize in an arcade.

“Who are you trying to convince: me or you?”

I pull down his shirt to cover my wet thighs and take a big step away from him.

But he follows me like puppy.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, Y/N. I know you. I know you better than you know yourself. I know you better than Bruce, and he’s the best detective in the world,” Dick explains as he continues stepping closer to me. With each step, his eyes darken and there’s no hope or light in him. Just complete darkness and rage. “You still love me. You may not be in love with me anymore, but those feelings and devotion for me still exist.”

I shake my head in desperation. “No. No, I don’t, Dick!”

Dick laughs hysterically. He waves his arms around and gives me an incredulous look.

“I mean, look at you, Y/N! After I threatened you and hurt you, you’re still here! You could have fought me. You could have escaped. You could have called for help. But you didn’t. You didn’t do any of that. Wanna know why? Because you still love me, and you’re gonna do anything and everything to help me...no matter what I say or do to you,” Dick elucidates madly.

I feel as if a wire was cut in my head. A crazed thought comes to me like a sign. Escape.

I can escape and call for help!

I’m strong enough to fight back. I’ve proven myself from time to time in this family. I’m a great fighter, and I can do anything.

Anything.

I quickly catch a glimpse of a big shard from the mirror on the floor. I’ve got one chance. One chance and I’m gonna take it.

“Go fuck yourself, Dick!” I shout and kick up the shard so I can quickly catch it. Once it’s in my hand, I harshly cut Dick’s cheek down to his chest, not even to make him bleed out though.

“FUCK!!!” Dick hisses out and touches his bleeding wounds. He reluctantly falls to his knees to press his cuts.

Dropping the sharp glass, I dash out of the bathroom. Seeing Dick’s cell phone on his nightstand, I swipe it and kick a chair against the window to break out.

Alarms sound. I jump out of his window and land on the fire escape. Climbing up to the rooftop, I hear Dick catching up to me.

“Y/N! Come on, baby! I’m sorry! You know I love you!” Dick yells.

I growl faintly and finally land on the rooftop. Backing away carefully, I notice a 4-way lug wrench beside me. Picking it up and holding it as a weapon, I prepare myself when Dick flawlessly lands on the rooftop, like the acrobat he was born and raised to be.

I feel my heart sink in my stomach.

“Don’t come any closer, Dick. You need to back the fuck off,” I demand.

Dick grins cockily when he sees the car tool I have. His face and bare chest are still bleeding. He tilts his head to the side. “So, you’ve got a weapon, and you’ve got my phone. What’s your next move, Y/N? Are you gonna call for help? Are you gonna call Jason?” he taunts me viciously.

Still holding the weapon tightly, I quickly unlock Dick’s phone (password has always been my birthday, though I am quite surprised it hasn’t been changed to Wally’s) and I immediately call Jason.

“So, you ARE calling Jason? Well...I hate to tell you, sweetheart, but you’ve just made a big mistake.”

I ignore Dick and wait for Jason to answer. After the 4th ring, he answers.

“Do you have any idea what time it is, Dickface?! I’m tryin’ to fuckin’ sleep!” Jason snaps angrily.

“J-Jason?” I squeak out nervously.

“Yeah, and who the fuck is this? Why are you using my idiot brother’s phone?!”

I frown and exhale hard. “It’s me. It’s Y/N, Jason. Y/N Y/LN. You know...Y/S/N? I’m in the Batfamily with you and Dick! I-I’m even Dick’s girlfriend!” I cry out desperately. “You HAVE to remember me, please!”

Jason pauses on the phone. I begin to breathe hard and my tears fall against my will. My chest hurts so bad.

“I don’t know any Y/N or Y/S/N. So, do us both a favor and give my dickwad brother his phone back, or I’m gonna find you and shove that phone so far up your ass that you’ll be answering phone calls from collectors until you die!” Jason threatens savagely.

“Jason, please...you have to remember me. I-I don’t know what to do and how to fix this. I need you. I need your help,” I cry harder. Choking back on tears and gasping for air, I don’t realize I lower the car tool to the ground. “I... I’m sorry, Jason. For the way I treated you. For the way I lied and wasn’t completely honest with you. But I need you now more than ever. Please...please help me.”

There’s another pause on the phone. I hold my breath and stare at Dick with wide eyes and an open mouth, until I hear her.

Isabel.

“Jason, who’s on the phone? It’s late. Come back to bed. I’m cold and I need you,” Isabel says loud enough for me to hear her.

“I’ll be back in just a second, cupcake,” Jason kindly calls out.

I bite my bottom lip hard to where I know it’ll bleed.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you. I can’t...remember you. And I’m sorry about that,” Jason says quietly into the phone.

It’s as if my heart stops. My hand releases the phone and it falls to the ground without a sound. My world is suddenly silent, dark, and numb.

Just like Dick wanted.

He approaches me quietly and he puts two hands on my shoulders to get my attention.

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... I tried to warn you not to do that. But you had to learn the hard way, huh, baby? You know, you’re not the only one with lies and secrets. You wanna hear one right now?” Dick asks as he pulls my body closer to his. “I didn’t offer Isabel money. I didn’t have Raven brainwash her. No. No, I did something far worse than that.”

I hear Dick speaking, but there’s no willpower or urge to do anything but listen.

“Mad Hatter.”

My heart races at the thought of Mad Hatter torturing and brainwashing Jason to believe and do whatever Dick tells him to.

“I had Mad Hatter assist me into making Jason not have any free will. So, now...Jason is exactly who he should be. A human without a brain. The perfect example for a perfect soldier,” Dick continues to explain.

I want to scream at Dick.

I want to fight Dick.

I want to cry.

I want to escape.

But no... I stay where I am because I can’t move. I failed.

I failed Jason.

I failed the Batfamily.

I failed my friends, the league, and Wally.

I failed myself.

And worse of all, I failed Dick.

“Just face it, Y/N. I don’t have Wally, and I’m doing fine without him because I don’t need him. You don’t need Jason either. But all we need is each other, and we’ll be perfect,” Dick says proudly and squeezes my shoulders comfortably. “It’s just you and me. Two broken souls who only have each other. And we’re gonna be fine. I promise you that, baby.”

I want to argue.

I want to cry for help.

I want to sew myself shut from the world.

But I don’t.

Because I can’t.

“Now, get down on those pretty knees because you still owe me, baby,” Dick demands and pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. He pulls out his hardened length and strokes himself while looking at me. “Drop down on those knees, sweetheart.”

I fall to my knees as I’m told to do. They hurt from the harsh impact, but it doesn’t last too long since everything in me and around me is nothing.

Empty.

Numbness.

I feel absolutely nothing.

Sitting up on my knees, Dick brings his hard cock to my lips. I look up at him and see he’s just as numb as I am, except he’s blinded by anger and hostility.

And I’m blinded by despair and defeat.

Dick wraps a handful of my hair in a tight grip. I wet my lips before I lick up his precum, making Dick moan and tremble violently. He forces my head back to make eye contact with me.

“Suck me good, sweetheart,” Dick breathes out hard. He snarls before he gets a tighter grip on my hair. “Show me how much you hate me, and I’ll show you how much I hate you.”

And then I suck Dick’s cock roughly and harshly, just like he did to me in the bathroom earlier.

But neither of us realized that Dick’s cell phone was still on.

The phone call with Jason never ended.

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fierysafrina · 4 years

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Protecting You | Mammon x reader

Fandom: Obey Me! Rating: General Word Count: 2.583 Genre: Fluff | Hurt/Comfort | Slice of Life Summary: Witnessing another argument between brothers, Mammon can’t handle it when he sees you, so he runs away. Without thinking, you follow him only to end in an argument that leaves Lucifer stunned. Notes: I honestly can’t find it funny when the brothers “gang” up on Mammon. I know he has his moments, but sometimes they go too far away and this oneshot is inspired by that Devilgram story “one too many insults”. While the content is not the same, I do believe there are many times arguments like these happen. Mammon deserves all the cuddles he can get.

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You were lying in your bed, reading a book when you heard a loud noise. It was no mistake you recognized Lucifer and Leviathan, but there was also Mammon’s voice. Usually you wouldn’t pay much attention to it if it weren’t for more voices that followed. Knowing it was most likely another argument between brothers, you tried not to intervene, yet hearing Mammon’s wavering voice made you pull on the invisible strings.

Standing on your feet you slowly approached the doors and opened them. Voices grew louder and you stepped out, seeing Mammon cornered by his brothers. Your chest ached at the sight. He seemed rather uncomfortable. You didn’t manage to hear much of the argument aside from money and greed being mentioned when your eyes caught Mammon’s.

Before anyone could comprehend what happened, Mammon was gone.

There was silence and the first one to hear you was Belphegor, who stood by the stairs. He called out for you, eyes then turning on you, but you were already gone from their sights. You ran past them, ignoring their calls as the only mission you had was to find Mammon. You couldn’t really explain why, but seeing him cornered like that, made you sad. And the moment he saw you, that clear pain that crossed his face for just a moment only made you feel worse.

The path after Mammon followed out of the House of Lamentation and into the cloudy weather. You weren’t exactly sure why you ran out in nothing but shorts and oversized T-shirt-your pyjama to say so, but you ran out without thinking.

Running down the street, part of you felt glad that they were already empty, no demon in sight, yet part of you began to feel terrified when you heard thunder in the distance. You didn’t know much of the weather in Devildom, yet you heard stories of brimstone, sulphuric acid and boiling water rain. While you haven’t seen the rain yet, it still left a terrifying feeling inside the closer thunder rumbled.

You reached a closed store just in time you heard something in the dark alley beside. Coming to a stop, your chest was heaving, breathing fast as you slowly approached it. The first thing you recognized was white hair that looked so soft. Your chest tightened when you saw Mammon trying to hide, trying to make himself invisible. Carefully approaching, you knelt beside the demon and wrapped arms around him.

Mammon tensed at your touch and tried to push you away, yet you found the strength you didn’t know you had.

“I’m sorry…” You whispered, breaking the silence. “I’m so sorry…”

“W-why are ya-ya apologizin’?” he stuttered over his words. “Ya did no-nothin’ wrong …”

“Still,” you shook your head. “It hurts me when you’re in pain.” You admitted quietly and tightened your embrace when another thunder reached your ears, hoping Mammon wouldn’t feel it.

Yet he did nonetheless. Pulling away with more force, his tear-stained cheeks made you smile softly. Before you could do or say anything, he looked you over, frowning. “W-why are ya dressed like this?” he asked.

You looked down at yourself and sheepishly smiled. “I…I just ran after you.” You admitted.

Mammon’s cheeks darkened. He was quick to take off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders. He looked up into the sky, expression turning that into worry. “We should go somewhere safe. It’s goin’ to rain.”

“Let’s go back to Lamentation.” You said without thinking.

The demon stilled. He averted his gaze.

“You can stay in my room, I don’t mind.” you reached for his hands, gripping them just a bit tighter. “I don’t want to see you out in such a state…”

Mammon stared at you before he closed his eyes and sighed. After a moment of silence, he nodded. You smiled softly, but jumped with a yelp when thunder rumbled nearby.

“Are ya scared of thunder?” Mammon questioned.

Biting your lower lip, you hesitated to answer, knowing he’d most likely began to tease you. But what he did next, left you speechless and with wide eyes. Instead of teasing you, he wrapped his arms around you in a protective gesture. He was already on his feet with you against his chest and before you could call his name, you were already at Lamentation.

You blinked your eyes, barely comprehending his wings disappearing right in front of you when you looked at him. His horns were still present, but they grew smaller until they disappeared.

“M-Mammon?” you whisper-called his name.

His cheeks darkened, eyes avoiding your gaze. “S-sorry… I just…didn’t want to see ya bein’ terrified…” he scratched his cheek, refusing to meet your gaze.

Your chest felt warm at his gesture and you unconsciously smiled. “Thank you,” you held his hand and looked around only to find yourself in your bedroom. You frowned at the sight, but knowing Mammon did this, you couldn’t be angry at him. “H-how did we get here so fast?” you asked, curiosity getting the best of you. “I didn’t know demons could teleport themselves unless being summoned.”

“We can’t really…” he answered and sat on your bed, already making himself at home. “Dunno how it works either.” He shrugged.

Nodding in understanding, you sat beside him, eyes focused on him. He was still avoiding your gaze, but this time it wasn’t because of embarrassment or shyness. It was of … fear.

“What’s wrong?” your voice was quiet, almost like a whisper. “I-I’ve never seen you react the way you did before. Did they pull another prank on you?” Your hand found his once more and you squeezed it tight.

Pursuing lips into a thin line, he remained silent.

“Mammon,” With a rise of your other hand, you placed it on his cheek, moving it so you looked into his eyes. They didn’t shine like they usually did and although he tried to hide it behind a smile, it hurt you to see him fake it. “It hurts me to see you like this. I care for you a lot.”

“If ya’re gonna say that I’ll think ya mean somethin’ else.” His voice was hoarse and he unconsciously leaned forward as did you.

Your expression softened, the corner of your lips turning in a small smile. Perhaps …? You wondered and just as your lips were inches from his, a knock pulled you both out of trance.

“[Name] are you inside?” It was Asmodeus.

With a blink, Mammon was gone from your sight. Expression falling, you let out a sigh and stood. Walking towards the doors, you opened them to see the demon stand in front, looking at you in worry. It soon morphed into relief when he smiled gently.

“Lucifer wants to talk with you.” He said ever so softly.

“Lucifer?” You repeated slightly confused.

“You did run out alone and in your … pyjama.” Asmodeus gestured at your outfit that still consisted of shorts and T-shirt. “On top of that, Solomon came by and said he found you running in the street right before it began to rain.” He stopped, like he was considering if he should say it or not. “Lucifer…has been quite upset with you.”

Sweat dropping, you sighed. “Where is he?” In a way you expected the reaction of the oldest brother when you ran out. You know you have to be careful when talking to him.

“In his room.” Asmodeus smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes before he leant forward, his lips brushing against your cheek as he whispered; “Take care of my foolish brother.” His eyes were focused on something – or rather someone – behind you and you didn’t have to guess twice on who when you felt the murderous aura.

A smile ever so sweet that sent chills down Asmodeus’ spine – although he’d never admit it – spread across your lips and he pulled away. “Thank you for telling me, Asmodeus. I will change my clothes and go to Lucifer’s room.”

“Okay!” The blond chirped and added: “I’ll wait for you here.” before you closed the door.

Leaning on it, you closed your eyes and let out a silent sigh. Pushing yourself away, you turned only to be met with Mammon standing right in front of you. You startled at his sudden appearance and he looked apologetic about it.

“I’m sorry…” he murmured, his voice unusually quiet. “You’re getting in trouble because of me.”

“No,” You shook your head already reaching out for him. “I don’t care if I face Diavolo’s wrath itself, but I’d always come to your aid.” You smiled and something in Mammon switched. You couldn’t read his expression as nothing was shown and before you could say anything more, he turned from you. An unsettling feeling spread inside of you and you took it as a sign of rejection. Biting your lower lip hard, you tried to prevent tears from escaping as you quickly grabbed sweats that laid on the chair and rushed out of the room.

Forgetting Asmodeus waited for you outside, you stumbled into him.

“Oh!” you gasped, teary eyes wide. “A-Asmodeus …” you stuttered out his name.

His smile that was present until a second ago, disappeared at the sight of your expression. “My, my, what had my foolish brother done to you this time?”

Your lip quivered, realizing he knew Mammon was inside. “N-nothing,” you averted his gaze and mentally hit yourself for not putting sweats on inside before you ran out. Not letting Asmodeus say a word, you quickly slipped into sweats and was already walking away from him.

Asmodeus blinked, slightly confused at your reaction, but soon rushed after you.

“Who else knows he’s here?” You broke the silence first, curiosity visible.

“Just me,” the latter answered.

Quietly nodding, you both came to a stop in front of Lucifer’s room. Never had you hesitated until that moment. You were always speaking your mind, yet in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to knock at door and walk in to meet with Lucifer’s anger that certainly awaited you. Feeling hands on your shoulders, you looked at Asmodeus, whose smile was gentle, warm.

“I’ll wait for you here.”

Your shoulders slumped from relief that someone has your back, and a small smile spread across your lips. “Thank you,” you whispered.

Giving you a gentle push, you took in a deep breath and knocked on doors. Hearing Lucifer’s; “Come in,” you reached for the doorknob and opened the door. Looking one last time at Asmodeus, he nodded and you walked inside.

Lucifer was sitting by his desk, attention on the papers he was signing, completely ignoring your appearance – or so your thought.

“You called for me?” Your voice was unusually quiet.

Lucifer came to a stop as he put the pen down, stood from the chair and faced you. A chill ran down your spine when your eyes met his, undeniably anger and disappointment visible in them.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You blurted out, feeling more terrified of his silence than his outburst of rage.

Narrowing his eyebrows, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes. “As it appears so.” He murmured and leaned on the desk behind. He crossed his arms over his chest and focused back on you. “Why do you always do things without thinking?” he huffed like a parent scolding their child and you flinched at his tone. “Always running away. Never listen to me when I tell you to stop pushing your nose when it’s none of your business.” His gaze hardened. “It’s almost like you’re a magnet for trouble as it follows you everywhere you go.”

“Sorry…” you murmured, eyes turning downcast.

“Did you find him?”

You blinked, gaze lifting.

“Mammon,” Lucifer explained. “Did you find him?”

For a moment you wanted to say yes, but you found yourself shaking your head. “No,” If Lucifer didn’t believe you, he was hiding it too well. “I-I met Solomon and he offered to accompany me back to the house. I-I kind of g-got lost…” you lied.

“So I’ve heard.” He nodded in acceptance. Pushing himself off the desk, he approached you. “I expect you not to do anything foolish anymore.” His eyes bore through you and you shuddered at the intensity. “Yet from the experience that’s unlikely to be the case.” He sighed.

“Why do you do that?” You asked without thinking.

Lucifer blinked, confused. “Why do I do what?”

“Always taking anger out on Mammon. Always accuse him first. Never asking if he’s okay when accused wrongly.”

Lucifer seemed taken aback, speechless at your questions.

“And not just you,” You continued, seeing as you finally had a chance to corner him. “The rest as well. I know he’s greedy, talks and does things without thinking, but he’s your brother. You always push him to the edge. Sometimes over and when he tries to fight back you always oppress him more. You’re not fair. None of you are. Have you ever considered his feelings? Have you ever listened to him to explain why he did it? Let him explain that it was a misunderstanding? Ever not looked down on him and actually treated him as someone equal?”

“I believe that’s the matter between us brothers and not an outsider.” His voice was cold, words harsh and it stung.

“Now I’m an outsider?” You raised your voice, scoffing. “You’re so full of yourself, Lucifer.”

“Watch your words, human.” His eyes glinted with anger, tension growing in the room. “I will not have a mere human belittle me.”

Standing firm, you glared at him. “What are you going to do, huh?” You taunted, despite knowing it was a bad idea. Taking a step forward, your chin was raised like it wanted to look down on Lucifer although he was taller than you. It only seemed to make him angrier. “You know what? Fuck you.”

Without letting Lucifer argue back, you turned and stormed out of the room, completely ignoring Asmodeus who tried to stop you. He managed to grab you by the arm when you turned around the corner, but the glare you gave him sent a shiver down his spine. He was quick to release you, letting you continue your way back to your room, completely ignoring the rage you still felt was aimed at your retreating form.

Once you were back in the comfort of your bedroom, your whole expression and posture relaxed the moment you saw Mammon asleep on your bed. A small smile spread across your lips as you quietly approached the bed. Your phone was on the night table and you took it, seeing a couple of missed calls and unanswered messages from the brothers. You couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for ignoring them, but you felt hurt at the way they treated Mammon. Kneeling on the floor, you leaned arms on your bed, chin on top, eyes focused on the white haired demon with phone back on your night table. He looked at peace and you couldn’t find it in yourself to wake him to at least change into his clothes that you had in your closet from how many times he stayed over. You let him sleep instead.

“Don’t worry, Mammon…” You whispered, “I’ll protect you from everyone.” Leaning forward you pressed a kiss on top of his head before going back into kneeling position. Tilting head to the side, you continued to observe the sleeping demon until sleep overtook you.

#Obey Me Mammon #Mammon x reader #Obey Me! shall we date #oneshot #obey me mammon x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me fic #fanfiction

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cottonpadenthusiast · 5 years

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Congrats on 1000 followers! Wolfstar + sweaters plz? 🧡

Thank you and I hope you like it!

Sirius Black had never known the feelings of warmth and love and comfort until he had entered Hogwarts. They had been foreign things to him, belonging to a life that he did not lead, but now he knew them like old friends.

Old friends who still had secrets to share.

One of these secrets being that these three feelings could be combined to form an object. A sweater.

Remus Lupin’s sweater.

He had first encountered this particular sweater in fourth year. Remus had found him alone in their dorm, a scathing letter from his mother laying by his side and a bruise blooming across his cheek after another fight with his brother. Sirius hadn’t even bothered to wipe away his tears.

Remus had said nothing as he riffled through his trunk and walked back over to Sirius, a burgundy lump in his arms. He had stopped in front of Sirius and gently pulled the soft woollen sweater over his head, laughing a little when Sirius got his head lost in the mass of fabric.

Sirius had felt his heartache ease, falling away like the sunlight at dusk so all that was left was the moon and the stars.

Warmth, love and comfort surrounded Sirius and he closed his eyes, allowing Remus to pull him into a hug.

He had never felt so loved in his life.

He had never felt so in love in his life.

Sirius slept in the sweater, the smell of Remus surrounding him, the too-long sleeves scrunched in his fists and the soft fabric caressing his skin in the same way he dreamt Remus would touch him.

After that night, Sirius stole Remus’ sweater as often as he could.

He would wear it down to breakfast, cuddle in it by the fire, lie in it by the Great Lake. He had found home in a sweater which belonged to the boy he wished he could make a home in.

The sweater was as close as he got to Remus Lupin.

Until the end of fifth year.

They had gotten into a fight, its cause petty and unimportant yet Sirius felt the anger boil in him like a beast. He knew the rage had little to do with Remus and more to do with his growing self-loathing. He had fallen in love with his best friend, and his foolish heart still hoped it was not unrequited.

He had found Remus, sitting by the fire in the common room, its ambers casting shadows on the scarred face. He looked ethereal. Sirius sat down beside him, a burgundy sweater clutched in his hands.

He laid it in Remus’ lap, an act of repentance.

Remus glanced down, closed his eyes and looked up to the ceiling.

“I don’t want the sweater, Sirius,” he had said, eyes glued to the sky as if searching for a god up there.

Sirius nodded slowly, heart sinking somehow lower than it was before. He attempted to stand, but he was stopped by a hand grasping his own.

Remus’ hand gripped tight as his eyes flickered down to meet Sirius gaze. “I want you.”

The world seemed to freeze, the fire stopped burning, the air stopped buzzing, as every living thing watched, waited as Sirius felt himself shatter, grow, burn and glow. His heart seemed to slow and speed up all at once until Sirius could no longer take the silence that had been suffocating him all this time and he reached forward and kissed Remus Lupin.

The world exploded into sound.

Sirius’ ears rang as they kissed, lips touching, hands grasping and hearts thrumming, all the while, a burgundy sweater remained between their laps.

Sirius only realised years later how many firsts they had shared with Remus Lupin’s sweater. Their first kiss, their first ‘I love you’s, their first time, their first argument, their first sleep in their new apartment, their first Christmas.

Sirius also realised too late how many lasts it had shared. Their last kiss, their last fight, their last summer’s evening together, their last dinner with James and Lily, their last playdate with Harry, their last night together.

Their last touch.

The sweater was woven into their story like the stitching it was made of, yet Sirius had forgotten how the wool seemed to caress his skin and how the softness of it had never faded and how it always smelled of Remus.

He had forgotten what it felt like to be loved by Remus Lupin.

He had never forgotten what it was like to be in love with Remus Lupin.

He was still as deeply in love by his second Christmas out of Azkaban, his first with Remus in thirteen years.

The silence that surrounded them reminded Sirius of his younger self, pining and yearning for a boy he thought unattainable.

However, unlike before, this silence wasn’t suffocating. It couldn’t suffocate what was already dead.

It was Christmas Eve when Sirius heard again after thirteen years of silence.

Remus had called Sirius into the living room, and when Sirius had entered, he saw that a small, badly wrapped package was in his hands.

Sirius had glanced from the package to Remus, who smiled weakly in response.

“For you,” he mumbled, and Sirius noticed the faint blush blooming on his cheeks.

He felt his heart rate pick up.

He took the package from Remus, staring at it for a moment, before carefully unwrapping the brown paper. He could feel Remus’ gaze on his face the whole time.

When Sirius saw the first glimpse of deep red wool, his heart stopped beating.

There was complete silence as Sirius dropped the paper to the ground and held Remus Lupin’s burgundy sweater in his hands for the first time in thirteen years.

Tears quickly cascaded down his cheeks like falling rain and Sirius heard his heart thundering in his ears, not knowing whether it was breaking or mending or simply just beating.

A thumb stroking away his tears guided his gaze upwards from the sweater and into the face of its owner, whose own tears were falling.

Remus swallowed, and Sirius watched his eyes flicker with a decision, before Remus leaned down and kissed him hard.

Sirius gasped as he felt sound exploding around him after an eternity of silence.

He cupped Remus’ cheek with his hand and kissed him back, music that sounded an awful lot like love playing in his heart.

In between their pressed together bodies, a sweater was clutched by two hands, neither willing to let go again.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #remus x sirius #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #sweaters #marauders era #my fic #my writing #prompt

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mob-likes-milk · 5 years

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Hi!! Can I ask a scenario where the reader is having like a sleepover with mob and in the night, the reader woke up and see ???% cuddling against them? I hope it's not too weird ! Have a nice day! 💖

the sweet comfortof an embrace

Pairing: Reader x Shigeo Kageyama (Mob) (Mob Psycho 100)

Summary: (Angst & Fluff) Duringone entertaining sleepover, (Y/n) decide to share some of their worry with Shigeo,their childhood friend. They are pleased he’s able to reassure them, but in themiddle of the night, it’s their turn to take the role.

Warning: Descriptionof a nightmare & mentions of panic attacks and wounded people.

Word count: 4581

A/N: I made your request very long, I hope it doesn’t bother you too much! I wanted toexperiment a bit with my writing and got carried away! (again) I had so many ideas forit, if you want me to redo it please tell me! Maybe make it fluffier orsomething! ♡

Anyway, I’m finally back from my hiatus! It was really stressful and I’m quite upset because I didn’t make itas I expected, but writing your requests calms me down and generallymakes me happy! I really hope you’ll like this story, which I found the conceptvery cute! Be ready to get more stories soon! (*´∀`*) ♡

Themidnight sky was painted with smooth strokes of sapphire and dark lavender hues;the delicate shine of the croissant moon and of the numerous ivory starsenlightened the outlines of the aligned residences. The appeasing chilliness ofthe air refreshed the rare passers-by crossing through Seasoning City, theirrestful walk guided by the warm light of the lamp posts and the few illuminatedwindows. The darkness of the night was torn apart by some awaken citizens who appreciatedthe everlasting silence of these late hours to study their courses, finishtheir work on important projects or to have fun with their loved ones.

Thistranquil night, (Y/n) was staying at Kageyama’s charming household. Their longtimefriend Shigeo suggested them to come over to spend more time together; he knewthey were free this time because their aunt didn’t ask them to look after theiryounger carefree cousins. They obviously accepted the invitation, theexcitement of stuffing their face in delicious snacks and watching stupidlyfunny movies was all they wished to have with the sweet and caring boy. Theythought about the event all day, their already packed bag had patiently waitedfor this moment inside their locker, right besides their clean shoes.

During the agreeablesleepover, hours flew by without them knowing. They enjoyed the late hours ofthe Friday night to talk about all the things they missed, to eat a mountain ofjunk foods and to watch the humorous movies (Y/n) brought. Already watchingtheir third film, the atmosphere of the bedroom felt light and gleeful; thelaughter of the (h/c) teen filled the air.

“Did theyreally end the movie by doing this to the dog? It should seriously be illegal.”They tried to muffle their uncontrollable chuckles out of the sleeping adultsand younger boy’s hearing distance, holding tight on the fluffy blanket theyshared with Shigeo. The boy only smiled back at them, unable to laugh at theblank joke. It wasn’t his type to laugh at funny movies, or anything in general,but he still enjoyed the moment he had this night a lot. He was besides the oneindividual he felt conflicted for so long; he refused to accept the feeling hehad for his friend when they were younger, determined to only feel a platonicaffection. But he can’t stop the loving thoughts of their smile, theirsparkling (e/c) irises and their outstanding capacities of being the sunshineof every life they encounter; they are truly special to him. When he knew they werefree from their responsibilities this night, Shigeo jumped on the opportunityto be with them; he wished for it for so long. At this moment, his heart jumpedat the rhythm of their laugh, a warm blush crossed his round cheeks, he trulyfelt happy.

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 67%

Thedelicate arms of (Y/n) made their way around their friend’s shoulders, thelaugh now muffled by the soft fabric of Shigeo’s top pajama. The warm of hischeeks increased, his hand hesitantly made its way up to their covered back,soothing them.

“Ah ah,thank you, thank you…” They calmed down and slowly retreated from the hold, to theboy’s dismay. “I think that fatigue is taking over me, we should probably go tosleep now.” (Y/n) suggested, their tired figure standing up to stretch. Shigeo was also feeling drowsy from the longday of school and the wonderful night he shared with his crush, so he simplynodded in response and let out a short yawn.

They pickedup the laptop with almost dead battery off the wooden floor to their bag in thecorner of the bedroom. The sleepy boy used the small amount of time to placeboth their futons down and to gather the colorful empty packages to throw themaway.

Through thecomforting silence of midnight, (Y/n)’s mind was still bothered. Even after theeventful night, the bothersome thought they had for days sadly didn’tdisappear. They glanced to the side, spotting the pastel blue walking form oftheir friend and hesitated. Did he know how to deal with this type of problem?It’s not something uncommon for students to be worried about, but they didn’twant to ruin the whole time they had together to make him reminder of school,and all the stress that come with it.

Shigeo knewhis friend felt uncomfortable when he saw they were still in the corner of hisbedroom, fidgeting and frowning at the wall. He walked to them, concerned aboutwhat happened.

“Is theresomething wrong (Y/n)?” He queried in a whisper, surprising them out of theirintense internal argument. They looked back to meet his porcelain face, theytried to search an answer on his features but soon complied.

“I’m just…Really worried about a test…” They dubiously started, an exhausted sighescaping their lips. “My grades are getting worse these days, and I’m so scaredabout how my parents will react if it continues…” (Y/n) gulped, they knew thelight mood of the night as dropped because of their foolish thoughts, theyshould have kept these to themselves than to share it with their childhoodfriend.

“I know howyou feel.” Shigeo’s voice resonated inside the quiet room, his hand now on hisfriend’s shoulder. “It worried me a lot before, I kept stressing out beforeexams because I was afraid of failing.” He gazed back at the dazzling (e/c)orbs in front of him, his voice halted at their sight. He tried to composehimself before continuing. “I-I think the best way to pass tests is not toworry about them, don’t think too much before it’s time to do them.” A smallsmile was pulling on his lips. “You don’t need to panic on them when you knowyou already studied hard; your work will pay off.”

A preciousgrin adorned the face he admires, a shy laugh escaped the young student’s lips.“Thank you so much, I will follow what you said.” They answered happily. Itwasn’t much for an advice, but it was enough for them to clear away theirinitial worry.

The teensheaded to their respective futon, finally getting some rest of the day. Thecold sheets immediately calmed them, the appeasing feeling soothing theirdrained bodies.

“Goodnight(Y/n).” the raven-haired boy said calmly, his hand on the switch of his lamp.“Goodnight Shigeo.” They replied with a smile, the blanket already wrapped tightaround their form. Mob smiled back at the sight of his crush now relaxed. Hesoftly pushed on the switch, the vanilla light of the lamp disappeared in ablink of an eye and obscurity took over the tiny room. The serene atmospherequieted their past thoughts quickly, their minds drifted away to a new worldfull of mystery.

Darkness.

Shigeo’s vision was drowned in darkness.

Everythingfelt eerie, he knew he wasn’t in his bedroom at this moment; he was standing somewherebut his subconscious didn’t accord him any answer. He turned around swiftly,his black eyes inspected inside the obscure place, but the darkness engulfedany possible item or living creature inside of it.

His jitteryfootsteps resonated against the cold sleek floor, he ran across the unknownplace to maybe find a source of light to guide him, someone he could ask for helpor even a wall to reassure him he wasn’t going haywire, but his efforts werefutile. His lungs were screaming for air and his stomach was tied in a tightknot, where was he? What is this place? Does someone kidnapped him and confinedhim in this gloomy room? If so, what has he done to deserve this? A troublingfeeling took over his senses, an emotion of unease spreading through hisshaking body.

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 78%

His mind was suddenly attacked by apainful headache; his hands rushed their way to forcefully grip on his short ebonyhair to stop the swinging feeling, his feet staggered to barely maintain hisquivery figure. The distressing sensation worsened, imaginary colors burned hisalready teary eyes. His drained body gave up from the torturing feeling and he droppedon his knees, his pale face felt like melting by the boiling pain, the freezingsurface of the floor seemed to slowly calm it down.

Shigeo tried to steady his unevenbreathing, his throbbing heart felt like suffocating inside his stiff chest,the aching feeling of the unknown taking over his mind.

He didn’t know where to go until asoft, pure white light emerged from the blackness of the room to meet his fuzzysight. His head snapped to its source, a new refreshing emotion bloomed insideof him: hope.

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 75%

His glacial hands tried to clear hisbleary eyes, his palpitation calming in relief. He took a restful breath beforelooking back at the light, its outlines wasn’t from the dim glow of a shycandle flame, neither was it from a untamed and dangerous fire, it felt moreshaped, constant, and to Shigeo, strangely familiar.

The silhouette of a running childbecame clearer through the dark. Its spiky hair bounced to the movement of hispace and a kind black smile contrasted to the brightness he offered, a roundform was held by its frail arms.

“Shigeo, I’m so happy I found you!”The young boy exclaimed, its tone enthusiastic. It was a voice Shigeo knew toowell.

“Ritsu… What are you doing here?” Heasked perplexed, standing up in the process. His fingers started to pick oneach other; worry drawing on his features about what was happening.

“More like what you are doing there!But come on, I want to play some games! Do you want to play with me?” The youngRitsu suggested, handing to his older brother the glowing ball he was holding.Mob hesitated for a second, why was his brother a toddler here? And why was heeven here to begin with?

He shook his head quickly; he didn’tneed to be concerned about all of it now. He needed to reassure and to takecontrol of himself. He drew his hand nearer to the warm light, the transparencyof his skin turning his fingers red. The aura felt light and comfortable, hewill play with Ritsu and probably, everything will go nicely.

The moment his touch brushed on thecream shine of the ball, a deafening scream broke the silence of the place.Shigeo withdrew his actions, his hands trying to suppress the agonizing screechfrom piercing his eardrums. He glanced back at his crouching brother, his darkmouth no longer smiling, but wide-open in pain. Black tears travelled thegleaming face, the outlines of his figure turning to a bloody red. He panickedat the sight, what has he done? Was he okay?

Puddles of light red splattered theimmaculate floor, the cry of the toddler became louder.

“You’re the worst big brother! Youkeep hurting me with your powers, it hurts so much!” The red figure yelled, hisbody rising and falling to the movement of his wailing.

“Wait, Ritsu! I’m so sorry!P-please-” The room started to shake violently before he could finish hisexcuse. He fell on his knees and the sound of the screams echoed back to hisdirection. Everything was out of control. Everything was his fault.

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 86%

Flashy colors blinded his vision,his mind tried to concentrate on his breathing but he knew everything willbreak down. He tightly shut his eyes; it was it, the moment he will loseeverything.

The screams and the shake of theroom were incredibly more violent, he didn’t know if he will support thesituation any longer. His breathing was irregular, and at the moment he thoughthe will explode, the room was back to normal again.

He looked around, his breathingstill loud after what he experienced. He used the new calm of the room tocompose himself, loads of unanswerable questions flooding his troubled mind.

The clatter of shoes hitting thecold floor made Shigeo’s head snap to its direction, beads of sweat alreadyforming on his temple. The enlightenfigure was considerably taller, its silhouette lanky and still incrediblyfamiliar. The young teen swallowed back the lump inside his throat, his handsshook at the adult in front of him. Was it his master?

“Oh! Mob! What are you doing on thefloor? Come on, stand up.” The voice of Reigen energetically demanded to thequivering boy who complied to his request immediately.

“Okay, now that you are on your twofeet,” He started, a black smirk forming on his gleaming form. “I want to tellyou my excuses.” He confessed nervously, scratching his neck out ofembarrassment. Shigeo’s eyes widened, did his master really apologized to him?But what was the reason?

“I think that… I bothered you toomuch today, and even this week.” His voice started to mumble, he wasn’t surehow to put his words clear. “You wanted to spend more time with your friend andI kept you away from that, I’m truly sorry.” Small tears started to blur hisvision; he couldn’t believe that his master finally understood his situation,and even his feelings. A genuine smile showed on his feature, this has to bethe right path.

“I think that I need to pay youbetter for your extra work, you deserve it.” The glowing figure handed to theboy a rectangular form, the edges of it slightly dropping. “Please take themoney Shigeo, it’s all for you.” Reigen’s dark lips formed a smile, his staturemore confident than before.

His hands started to shake again; hedeeply wished that, if he took the loan of money his master was giving him, theearthquake won’t start again. But he only had one choice.

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 90%

His hands proceed to be near the oneof Reigen’s. He retracted his fingers for a moment; the light the young adultemitted was warm and welcoming, he was scared to hurt himself if he touched itagain. He cleared his mind and went for it, his heart beating so fast in itscage.

At his touch, the light’s rim turnedcrimson red, oh no.

His tense hands gripped to his ears,a loud and deeper yell echoed through the room, a mixture of dangerously brightcolors coming from every corner of his vision. His trembling orbs tried to lookout for Reigen, panic rushed when he met the wounded form, firmly holding hisstomach.

“Mob, I told you to never use yourpowers against other! You will only wound them; you’ll hurt the ones you loveif you continue like that…” The scream of terror was making Shigeo crazy,uncontrollable tears ran across his pale face, he never wanted to be like that.“I really thought you would change Mob, I really thought you would change…” Hisvoice was becoming a whisper, the floor shook even more violently, theenlighten figure of his master falling to its side, bright blood spreading onthe ebony surface.

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 98%

“I’m so sorry, I-I’m so s-sorry…”

“Sorry for what?” A new voice askedcuriously.

The calm prospered inside theunknown room again, Shigeo reluctantly raised his head up to meet a figure heloves so much. (Y/n) was standing in front of him, the same dark smile adornedtheir glowing face.

“Nothing.” His dull voice replied. “Well, okay, but you can always tell me ifthere is something bothering you!” They enthusiastically said, displaying theirnatural kindness.

For a second, he wanted to tell themeverything, from the beginning to minutes ago: his wish for this wholenightmare to stop, the constant torture he has done to the ones who he trulycared, the heartbreaking cries he heard, and the true disappointment he was.

His mind suddenly blew up. He realized he had neglected thefact he was a part of the darkness he wanted to escape; his form was mergingwith the infinite hole of despair he was destined to be from. He wasn’t asource of warmth and light like they were. They were the rays of sunshine ofthe lives they encountered, they made him feel better when he wasn’t feelingokay, they cared for him when he was sick, they made efforts for his experienceof life to be better, but he never did it back to them. He hates himself somuch. His emotions locked away because of powers he wished to never have, hewas cursed to be a boy who will never make them happy, because he can’t trulybe himself.

“My aunt told me I was free tonightfrom looking over my cousins, so that mean we can do something together! Whatdo you think?” (Y/n)’s light figure jumped at the thought, impatiently waitingfor his answer, but his lips were tight shut.

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 99%

They extended one hand to him, anadorable black grin pushing their soft white cheeks. “So, do you want to come?”They asked. Shigeo’s eyes trembled at the sight of their delicate hand in frontof him, he knew too well it was a lure, nothing but an excuse to accuse him forthe simplest act he would do.

“No.” His voice was hollow, drainedto even explain his reasons. His eyes couldn’t look at the dreamy light anymore;he watched back the dark floor. “W-wait, why? You told me you really wanted tospend more time with me and when I’m finally out of babysitting, you refuse?” Itwas so hard for the young boy to hear, he did want to spend more time withthem, so much, but he knew he will only hurt them. “I even told my parentsabout it, I said I wanted some time to myself, to be with you more.” Theirvoice cracked multiple times, he could even hear uneven sobs. He feared he madethe situation worse. “I know I can be q-quite clingy sometime, but it’s justbecause I like being with you! We are close ever since we were kids, I reallydon’t want to lose you…” The silence was deafening, both teen waited for theother to say something, but it led to nothing.

“I’m so sorry Shigeo, I won’t botheryou anymore…” Their footsteps hit the floor loosely, they tried to go away fromhim but they abruptly stopped, loudly crying from the building sadness. Theytried to muffle their sorrowful and uncontrollable sobs, and it was at thismoment Shigeo couldn’t hold back anymore.

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 100%Self-hatred

They kept hiding their misery out ofeveryone’s ears, dealing with their problems all alone because nobody tried tohelp them. But this time, he will do something. Shigeo hastily ran to them, hishand out to reach their darkening form. “Wait!”

Colors flashed when his fingersbrushed against the scalding skin, a burning feeling devouring his own hand at the touch. The same scream echoed inside the dark place, his eyes watery fromthe pain he was experiencing over and over.

“Don’t touch me! You’re a monster! Amonster!” His mind started to spin, his attention could only hear their cries.His vision grew dizzy and he feels the coldness of the sleek floor paralyzinghis burned palms, everything seemed to shatter. Was it the end? Was he donewith making everyone he loves suffer? Did they finally hate him now?

“You will kill everyone with your powers!You’re the worst Shigeo, I hate you!”

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 160%

“I hateyou!”

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 535%

“I hateyou!”

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: 999%

“I HATEYOU!”

Progress toward Mob’s Explosion: ???%

Strange lights kept flashing against(Y/n)’s closed eyelids. They stirred, slowly waking up from their relaxing slumber.Their breathing immediately halted because of the uncomfortably stifling air, theyreluctantly opened their (e/c) orbs, curious of the uncommon happenings. Brightcolors completely illumined the room in a mixture of saturated red and blindingwhite, badly hurting their still drowsy vision.

They tried to stand up, mumbling totheir friend questions of what was the reason of these flashy lights, but theysoon realized they couldn’t move. A strong pressure strangled their abdomen,what felt like claws dug into their pajama top. They started to panic,something was off and they knew it. They tried to cautiously turn their head tomeet the source of this intense force and blazing colors, their mind wonderingto everything they remembered from the past night, but the sleep wasn’t totallyoff their thoughts.

Strands of ebony hair were nowtickling their sweat covered cheeks, a black silhouette clung on themand incomprehensible mumblings filled the silence of the bedroom. Their breathstopped, they were in danger.

‘Don’t be near Shigeo when hispowers come out, he can be dangerous’ Is what Ritsu told them ever since theywere toddlers. His big brother’s force is unstable, he can’t hold to them toprotect others, he knows he could wound the innocents if he tried. It isultimately scary to not be in control of yourself; been able to kill anyone ifyou are unconscious enough, and yet, it was the situation (Y/n) was in.

Their palms became clammy, their respirationloud and uneven; they needed to escape from him and quickly. The shaking formof the (h/c) teen tried to take hold of his frail arms, their hands forcefullypushing him off themselves, but he was much stronger than anticipated. His holdbecame more intense, his mutterings louder than before, they made the situationworse.

Stress overcame their senses; theydon’t want to disappear now. They didn’t say goodbyes to their family, theyhaven’t told how much they loved their cousins, their parents, their aunt, howmuch they enjoyed to be with them, how much they care about the memories theyhad here with them and Shigeo. This boy was here from the start and they wishedto be with him until the end. A welcoming family he had, people so nice theydidn’t deserve to fade away with the fresh winds of this night. Everything willdissipate and it will be their entire fault.

They held their breath for a fewmoments, waiting for the end to come, but it never did. The flash of white andred blinded their vision, but less than before. They expired the hot air fromtheir lungs, was this whimpers they heard?

The dark figure behind them wassoftly crying on their back, the sound of sobs halting their palpitations.Their ears were now concentrating on the sound, a feeling of concern shakingtheir thoughts.

After a couple of seconds, they realizedthey were right: Shigeo was wiping on their top, the beads of sweat formingon their back tainted their shirt with his cold tears, but how will they dealwith it?

They felt like they were defusing adangerous explosive, or hiding from a wild animal. They were rummaging through theirmemories to find any advice his family had told them for emergency cases likethis, maybe if they find something they could save everyone and-

“It worried me a lot before, I kept stressing out before exams because Iwas afraid of failing.”

Exams? But it wasn’t about examsnow, it was about something serious: saving lives, they-

“I-I think the best way to passtests is not to worry about them, don’t think too much before it’s time to dothem.”

Wait, this advice could probably beuseful. Stress is an obstacle they need to surpass in this situation, maybethey could-

“Youdon’t need to panic on them when you know you already studied hard; your workwill pay off.”

It was the answer. At this moment,they knew what to do.

They exhaled and inhaled repeatedlyand slowly, taking away the amount of worry which built inside their distressedmind. They needed to relax, think of things that make them calm down.

What first appeared was a picture ofShigeo, of the precious smile he has when he sees them, the warm blush adorninghis cheeks when they laugh and his precious chocolate orbs they fall for solong ago. He makes them happy and they wouldn’t trade this feeling foranything. So if they wanted to experience it again, they had to save him.

Their now steady hands brushedagainst the tense ones of Mob; their fingers comfortably drew circles on hisvelvety warm skin, a soft hush escaped their lips trying to calm him down.Their actions started to pay off; the tight hold their friend had on themloosened slowly. A relieved smile showed on their features, will they make it?

Minutes by minutes, the blindingcolors started to let the darkness of the night take over the room again, the airbecame breathable but the sorrowful cries weren’t dying out. Cautiously, (Y/n)turned around to face their distressed and slightly awoke friend. He wastightly holding on them as of his life depended on it. Strands of hair were disheveledon his pale face, cheeks red from his uncontrollable tears rushing out hispuffy glistering eyes. His pitiful appearance was heartbreaking to look at, hisfriend’s expression was instantly lacing with extreme worry. Their silky handswanted to caress the sadness off Mob’s face, but his quivering lips made themstop their affectionate actions.

“(Y/n)… D-do you, do you hate me?”Shigeo asked softly, his voice was so quiet and calm; they didn’t restrainthemselves to snugly hug his drained figure back.

“Hating you? I don’t think it’spossible.” They laughed at their remark, watching as the dim light of the moonenlightened his figure, relief washing over his past concern. Lukewarm tears ofgratitude travelled his swollen cheeks, a genuine smile spreading on hisbeautiful face.

“Hey, don’t cry, you’re so handsomewhen you smile, you shouldn’t ruin that with those tears.” They continued to giggle,brushing away the warm liquid off his face. His face regained the crimson color(Y/n) loves so much, he was embarrassed of their actions but his pure eyescouldn’t look away from their mesmerizing (e/c) ones.

“You know, I really like you.” Theyadmitted proudly to him, a feeling of joy spreading when they saw the sparklesof surprise gleaming across his irises.

“So, so much.” They told calmly,holding close into his tense figure, their arms completely circling his chest.They could now feel his heart beating at an inhuman pace against their skin, a satisfiedsmile pushed their rose cheeks. Goose bumps made him jump from the loving acthe accepted wholeheartedly, the embarrassment of feeling them so close had alot of effects on him. He hesitantly rested his forehead on theirs, his eyelidsgently closed from fatigue, the side-effect from using too much of his poweroperating.

“I-I-I… I really like you, too.” Hereplied tenderly, the comfortable cuddles were calming him from the pesteringthoughts he had all night. Even if it was all a nightmare, he will still takenotes of it and let the ones he cares about know how much he loves them. But onlyfor (Y/n) tonight, the others will need to wait until tomorrow comes.

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Zelo - Control

Anon request “Can you write a very hot smut with Zelo (he takes control and everything)?” and a tasty treat for myself on my birthday. I hope that you enjoy this since I threw in some fluff to show your relationship. -Admin Em

Rated M

Warnings: Mild BDSM themes, a line or two dirty talk, orgasm denial, marking, being tied, oral.

Absentmindedly you fiddle with your phone as you zone out on your TV and debate if you should text your boyfriend again or not. You haven’t heard much from Junhong for the last three days, just little texts here and there saying how you miss each other or wish each other well. It shouldn’t bother you so much since sometimes you go for almost a week without hearing from him when he’s on tour, but he’s been home the last three days. He’d warned you he would be busy, but you expected he would at least spare time for dinner with you or that he would invite you over for a little bit.

You focus when your phone lights up, telling you he’s made an Instagram post. Unlocking your phone, you look to see footage of him dancing in the practice room. His talent never ceases to amaze you as you sit smiling at your phone. He seems happier in his latest posts and it warms your heart. Still, you can’t help but worry that he pushes himself too hard. He always assures you that he rests as needed, but with all his late night posts and lives, you have your doubts.

You actually stayed up late last night watching his live, even if it was just him lying in bed listening to music. It made you miss him more and wonder why he couldn’t send more than a few words. And today, you haven’t heard anything. Not one word. It makes you worry. You knew his idol life would be demanding, and that was something the two of you discussed multiple times before and during your relationship. Still, you can’t help the worry that his life as Zelo is pulling him away from you: that he is no longer your Junhong, but is instead simply Zelo.

Briefly you think about contacting his mom to see if you could bring the family dinner later. She already seems to think of you as a daughter, the two of you spending time together when Zelo was away on tour. Even if you didn’t get to see your boyfriend, at least you could spend some time with Mochi since you didn’t end up babysitting him at all during this tour yet.

The thought is tempting, but you realize it’s late and that they’ve probably already eaten. Not to mention, you don’t feel the motivation to make that much food after the long day of work you had. You actually should still be in the studio editing more of the photos from the upcoming project, but you had worked from 7am to 6:30pm and that felt like more than enough time, especially after you were up late.

Thinking about work and food makes you realize that all you’ve done in the hour since you left work is laze on your couch. Forcing yourself up, you find some ramen and begin boiling the water. As you wait, you change into your pajamas, aka one of Junhong’s shirts and your underwear. You smell his shirt, sighing softly since it’s starting to lose his scent. You head back to make your little meal before settling back on the couch to eat and watch TV. As you finish up, you glance at your phone, wondering once again if you should message Junhong to at least see if he made it home. Although by his standards, this is too early to quit.

Not yet ready to call it a day, you half-heartedly clean your apartment. When you finish you hope there’s a message from him, but there’s nothing. You would definitely have a talk with him about this when you have the chance. Although the current situation would make it seem otherwise, the two of you were actually good about communicating. When the relationship was newer, there were quite a few petty fights until the two of you learned to better express yourselves. Sometimes you could anticipate each other before anything was said, but other times words were necessary.

You remind yourself that he told you he would be busy, but that still doesn’t ease your worry especially since he would be headed out for the rest of the tour in two days. There’s no use dwelling on it until you can have a proper conversation about everything. With this in mind, you head to bed and begin to start a goodnight message only to stop as you hear the front door open and slam shut.

There’s a soft curse or two that leave you wondering if you should go to him or wait in bed. Sometimes when he’s upset Junhong needs space before he talks to you, other times you cuddle and talk about it. Last time this happened, he asked you to slow dance with him.

“______________?” You hear him softly call. With that signal you leave the bedroom and guilt forms on his features. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I just laid down,” you soothe, crossing the distance between the two of you since he hasn’t moved from the spot near the door. Gently you comb the hair away from his eyes. “Do you need to eat or shower?”

He shakes his head before taking your hand. “Lie down with me?”

You give a simple nod, allowing him to lead you back into your room. He settles onto the bed, and as soon as you lie down he rests his head on your shoulder, seeking your comfort for whatever is bothering him. Immediately, you hold him close to you and kiss the top of his head as you rub his back gently. You want to say something to ease whatever pain he has, but instead you keep quiet and wait for him to explain.

“I...I wasn’t sure if I should come,” he mumbles. His words surprise you, causing you to stop your movements for a brief moment. “I didn’t want to bring my problems to you...but I really, really missed you.”

“I missed you too, but this is a partnership. I am here to help you to the best of my ability. You don’t have to go through anything yourself, remember?”

“I know I’m not alone. The company is just adding more pressure, and I feel like I can’t keep up lately. I want to do better, and so I keep practicing and practicing between schedules but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I try and show the fans as much love as I can with lives and such to make up for it. Except that doesn’t change that I barely have time to see any of my friends or you...I almost thought I wasn’t going to see you because of how much I have to do,” he tells you, tightening his hold on your waist.

You wait to see if he’s going to say more before speaking. “You are one of the most talented idols out there. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your girlfriend. There are many out there who admire your skills and feel inspired because of you. Many of the comments you’ve been getting are telling you how great you are and to encourage you to rest. You’re your worst critic, where you see flaws, some people see their idol being more human. True fans want you to be healthy and happy.

“So do your friends, and they understand how crazy your life is, but just let them know you’re thinking of them now and again. As for me, I won’t lie, I was starting to get worried since you weren’t sending much. I thought maybe your career was coming first, which sometimes it has to. I know that. But I worried since we barely spoke...I thought maybe you were starting to forget about me today. It was foolish to think that when could tell you were going through more than you were letting on, and I didn’t want to push you or seem needy while you were so busy.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you and making you feel like my career came first. It matters to me a lot, but so do you,” he places a light kiss on your neck. “I just got trapped in my own head for a while and I didn’t know how to tell you what was happening...the company even threatened to take away my phone during the tour since they felt that I wasn’t focusing enough. I didn’t want to start a conversation I could finish or make you feel like you’re causing trouble. I could have handled things better, I’m sorry,” he kisses your jaw.

“It isn’t your fault. I can understand your worries. I should have reached out too. We’ll both do better next time. What matters now is that is that you’re here.” You carefully tilt his head to press your lips to his.

The kiss is soft and slow, almost hesitant, but it doesn’t take long for Junhong to shift so he can kiss you again. This time, there’s a little more force before he stops to rest his forehead against yours. He takes a moment before kissing along your jawline. “You always know how to make me feel better. Even when I feel like I’ve lost control of my life.”

Naturally, your head tilts back as you savor his actions. You feel one of his hands rest on your bare thigh. You know where this is going, and so you spur things on by whispering, “Take control.”

The hand on your thigh tightens its hold, but he pulls back to look at you. “You’re sure?”

The two of you had only recently started getting a bit more experimental in the bedroom by dominating each other every now and then. It was a rare occurrence, partially due to timing and partially because you were both still learning, but whenever it was going to happen you would at least have some sort of discussion about what would happen. The unexpected still would happen of course.

As eager as he is to dominate you, he doesn’t want to push anything.

“I trust you. We have the safe words. But if you don’t want to-”

His kiss cuts your words short, causing you to take a moment to kiss back. He shifts, gently nudging your legs further apart so he can settle between them and get a better angle for the kiss. His lips move away from yours, traveling down your neck before finding a spot to mark. Your fingers tangle into his hair, making him softly moan against your skin.

He pulls back, looking at his work before growling in your ear, “I’m going to leave so many marks that you won’t forget how much you matter to me.”

His words send a shiver down your spine before he lightly nips your earlobe. As he starts to leave another hickey your body arches to be closer to him, but to your surprise he uses both hands to push your hips back down. You feel him smirk as a soft whine leaves you. As he kisses his work and moves to another spot, you feel his hands start to move up your shirt and to your breasts, which are then given a gentle squeeze.

You gasp softly and that’s enough to make him pull back to pull the shirt off of you. You’re about to reach out to take his shirt off, but your hands are pinned before you come close. “Wait.”

You want to protest, but you keep quiet which earns you a kiss. His hands release yours to ghost up your body and fondle your breasts once more. When he begins playing with your hardening nipples, he uses your surprise to slide his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands reaches for one of yours, giving two gentle squeezes to check in with you as he continues the kiss. Slowly you return the gesture, which makes him kiss you more eagerly.

When he pulls away, he quickly moves down to leave marks on your collarbones. He presses his lower half to yours, allowing you to feel his erection through his jeans before he grinds against you. Junhong is a dancer, making him in tune with his body and he’s made it his task to know yourself just as well. He wastes no time, kissing along the spots he knows you’re sensitive to as you grip onto the sheets, trying to let him lead.

Your restraint crumbles as a tongue runs over one of your nipples, and you quickly grab at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it off him. When he pulls away, it’s enough for you to get the fabric off. “I thought I told you to wait?”

“I’m sorry...I couldn’t...” you say softly, noting the dark look in his eyes as he looks down at you.

He takes the shirt from you, tossing it aside on your behalf before he harshly pinches your nipples as a form of punishment. “You couldn’t what?”

“I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to see you,” you whimper, more from the deep tone of his voice than the pain. “I’m sorry,” you tell him again.

One hand gently cups your chin as the other pulls at his belt. “Tonight I’ll be generous, if you show me how sorry you are.”

He sets the belt to the side, but you don’t question this as he kisses you gently before he stands to get rid of his pants and boxers. You lick your at the sight before crawling forward, glancing up at him before taking a hold of his cock. He lets out a content sigh as you start to pump him, but you prefer the noise he makes as you run your tongue over his tip. Usually you would tease him, but not tonight. Not after you already went against an order.

You run your tongue over him, coating him with your saliva before you take the tip into your mouth. Gentle hands gather your hair into a ponytail as your head sinks lower and lower until you can’t take anymore. At first Junhong doesn’t push you as you bob your head up and down, but soon he begins guiding your paces with slight tugs on your hair. Any time you pull back for air, your hands take place of your mouth.

Carefully, you breathe and relax your throat enough to deepthroat him, pulling the most delicious sound from your boyfriend’s mouth as well as a few curse words. He starts rocking his hips, wanting more and more from you. It’s the second time that he pushes his hips too much that you smack his thigh and pull away. “Yellow,” you warn.

He quickly presses kisses to your face, his dominance forgotten to soothe you. “Sorry, sorry,” he says softly. “No more of that. Do you need a minute?” You hadn’t given the word to completely stop, but he still want to be certain.

“I’m okay, we can continue,” you pant before he pushes you back onto the bed. He leans over you to pull the lube out of the nightstand so it’s at the ready. His fingers tease at your waistband before moving lower to your wetness. He keeps quiet, but the smirk on his face says it all as his fingers press into the damp spot. Slowly, he lowers himself so can make marks along your stomach and hips as he lowers your underwear. As he begins nibbling on your inner thigh, the anticipation makes you whine. “Junhong, please.”

He doesn’t say anything as he continues marking your other inner thigh.

“Ple-oh!” You moan loudly as his tongue presses to your clit. He sucks it lightly while pulling your legs further apart as you try to close them. Your hips buck lightly as his tongue moves around the sensitive bud before his tongue slides between your folds. Vaguely, you hear the pop of the lube top, but all you can focus on is the waves of pleasure building. It’s only seconds later that you feel a finger sliding into you, going nearly knuckle deep.

Once the digit starts moving, it only adds to the pleasure you’d already been feeling. It isn’t long before another is added, stretching you further while bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. You reach to grip on Junhong’s hair in attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away as the pressure builds. Despite the tight grip he still manages to pull away. He gives a soft chuckle at the cry you make as your orgasm starts to fade away.

“Don’t worry baby,” he kisses you gently, reaching for a condom that’s quickly rolled on. “Hands up,” he instructs grabbing his belt from where he’d set it. You do as told and soon he has you bound to the headboard. “As much as I love you marking me, we can’t have it so close to our departure,” he explains as if he can tell what you’re thinking. “Too tight?”

You shake your head, earning another kiss as his hands trail down your body. You can feel his cock against your entrance, and press against it as you’re unable to do much else. A slight smack on your thigh is a silent warning not to rush him, and so you try to settle down. This once again proves difficult as he runs his tip around your entrance.

You start to beg, wanting more. Needing more. Your words are enough to get your way as he slides into you. The both of you moan in unison. “You feel incredible,” you tells you as he starts to thrust into you gently.

The bruising grips on your thighs tell you he’s restraining himself to take things slow. Despite the slow pace, his thrusts are still forceful as he plants kisses along your body along with the occasional bite. You want to touch him, but the belt keeps your hands in place, leaving you mildly frustrated. It’s only once he begins to move faster that his hands move to the sheets so you can meet his pace. His name falls from your lips like it’s the only word you know and it spurs him on to find your g-spot.

When he does, you don’t even seem to know his name anymore as only moans come from you. It isn’t long after that you reach your peak and Junhong works you through it. His own follows just after, causing him to moan out your name as he releases.

When his high is over, he rests against you, catching his breath and listening to you do the same. You reach to try and hold him, only to feel the belt tighten. “Babe, can you untie me?”

Junhong gives a small nod before pulling out, leaning over to release you before disposing of the condom. He looks down at you as you lower your arms, allowing them to fully relax. “Was that too much?” He looks at the red marks covering your body and wants to be certain everything is alright.

“Outside of the one warning I gave you it was perfect.”

With that he flashes an adorable smile. “Thank you. I’m so lucky to have someone like you to love.”

You lean up and kiss the tip of his nose “I love you too, and I’m really glad you decided to come over.”

He starts spreading kisses all over your face, showering you in affections. Between each kiss he speaks, “Me too. You always make me feel better. Now do you want to shower?”

“Only if we can snuggle after.”

“Anything for you, my love,” he promises, kissing your forehead. He disappears for a moment to grab a few things, such as a change of clothes for after, and starts the water so it can warm up.

With everything set, he carries you bridal style into the bathroom only setting you down before entering the shower. The two of you wash each other off, occasionally using the soap to tickle each other as you joke around. He teases you for tracing your finger over his tattoo, and so you make sure to point out every time he lingers on a darkening mark on your body.

When you're done washing, you towel off and slip into the underwear and shirt Junhong grabbed for you. Once he has his sweatpants on the two of you change the sheets, tossing the dirty ones to be washed before settling into bed. This time you rest on his chest.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you hum in content. “What time do you have to leave tomorrow for schedules?”

“Not until after lunch. I plan to spend all morning with you.”

“Perfect. Will you sing me to sleep?” You ask with a yawn. Happily, Junhong begins singing Shine, only stopping once he’s sure you're fast asleep.

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