#this is my first time ever writing like this but I guess obey me just got me feeling a different way

[hwathinker]

"aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm gonna take a break now can i?"

pairings ; best friend!yunho x fem!reader warnings ; i don't think there is.. (i'm joking.. there's cockwarming, blowjobs(?), petnames) just yunho being a tease and annoying.. i really love the cocky + nerdy concept on yunho ;) wn ; hey! i finally got a free time today, so i decided to spend it on writing something. i'll be taking requests by the way! i'm hoping to see some smutty reqs from ya'll hahaha

"come on y/n, its not that hard to memories these shit." yunho said, poking your head which was buried to the book you were supposed to read. you had spent over an hour in his apartment, just for a study session. you also promised yourself to study for real this time but i guess the tiredness and laziness in you held you back. you shook your head aggressively, making him stop touching you. "y/n, we have a really tight schedule and i know you know that. plus our presentation is in 3 days. spend your time studying so you won't have to struggle to go out with me." you shot your head up as soon as yunho mentioned about going out. your parents doesn't really let you go out unless you do something great in school. but with pleasing them by doing house chores, you know you could get out easily. well, not every time.

"ugh.. how many times do i have to read these?!" pointing at the open book, you looked at him. "if you really want me to memories this then how about you?" you held the book up close to your face, shooting your eyes up to him then at the book back to make sure he isn't peeking. yunho sighed, letting go of his pen and turning to you. he looked at the book title, making a face to remember something. "well, physics huh.. what page are you in?" he asked, shifting his body and putting his arm on the table so that he can rest his head on his fist with his cheeks. you quickly went to the first page, knowing that he doesn't pay that much attention on a first page of a book. "uh.. page one. i'm not telling you what it is though." you said, burying your head to the book once again and shifting you gaze between the book and yunho every 4 seconds. yunho smiled, pretending to remember what was on the first page. "physics is the natural science of matter, involving the study of matter, its fundamental constituents, its motion and behavior through space and time, and the related entities of energy and force." you read what was on the page along with what he said, your eyes slowly going wide as he do.

"the fuck?! how in the earth did you remember every damn word in this one ass page?!" you slammed the green book on the table, going up close to him with rage in you. "i don't know, maybe i started to pay attention to the first page now. or maybe not, because i'm smart." he said, going back to his position and continue his revision. "or maybe.. you could help cover for me?" you said, leaning your head on the table as you puppy eyed him as you smile. yunho gave you a silent answer, which was a no. "come on yun, i know you like obeying me." you teased again, smiling ever so widely. "how about you study or i fuck that mouth off." he shift his gaze to you, placing down the pen under his palm.

you pouted, covering your face with your hand. yunho let out a small chuckle, grabbing you by your waist to get you more close. "i've never seen you this shy, y/n. you always fight back my teasings." he said, laying head head on the table too, close to your covered face. "i'd rather have a cock inside me for long enough than having to suck one that has a possibility of piss on it." you mumbled, hoping he won't hear a single thing when he's just right there, in front of you. yunho took your hand away from your face, meeting his eyes that was already staring at you. "do you want to try?" he bit his bottom lip, smiling lightly. you think, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting your lips. "i don't know. so you're hard?" you looked at his reddening face as your hand quickly went to his.. harden clothed dick. oh he is. yunho slaps your hand away quickly, holding them in his big ones. "suck it." he ordered, watching your smile grew wider. "why so needy? were you already planning this all along?" you said, shifting closer to him so there's no more space between the both of you. "sure. i'll do it. but you'll have to do a favor for me, too." you said again,getting up from the table and wait for him to strip. he stood up, sliding his sweats down and place them beside the table. but this time, he went to the sofa, sitting on it then leaning comfortably back while manspreading.

you looked at him with lust, his tongue going over his bottom lips, wetting them then biting them afterwards. he watches you walk towards him, your knee purposely hitting his crotch as you lean in to give his jaw a nice lingering kisses, to his lips. "how long have you been keeping this from me, hm?" you mumbled in the kiss, enjoying his taste. "ever since you appeared like a damn angel in front of me and decided to become my friend." he held your jaw with his hand, caressing them. you ran your hand from his bicep, down to his chest. gently touching every part as possible to make him shudder. you pulled away from the kiss, going down as he watches your every move. your tits, holding onto its dear life in the top you had. it looked like it want to pop out in any second you make a risky move. and your tight low rise jeans. ah, don't mention it anymore. he loves it when you wear that kind of clothes.

after you had took off his boxer, his dick sprung out, precum leaking to his base. "fuck, who are you going big for? me?" you said, grabbing his cock gently, kissing the pink aching tip. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back. "who else do i have to keep this dick for? of course it was for you, angel." oh god, that nickname has you every time. you licks his cock slowly, going down and fitting the whole base in your mouth. as you suck him off. him, on the other hand are sweating, tears started to form in that boy's eyes. he had his hands placed prettily under your chin so he has a better view while the other caress your hair ever so sweetly. he is this sweet when receiving a blowjob? oh you could do this everyday if it means he is. "mmh, such a good girl. other boys must not be this thick, right? i know you enjoy this so much, baby." he said in between moans, grunts. you swirl your tongue, making a popping sound when letting his cock go. he felt empty, and cold.

yunho pouted, watching his dick being held and watched by you. "y/n.. why did you do that? more please.." he begged, grabbing your free hand and holding them in his. "i want a favor back." you gently pump his cock, watching him biting his bottom lip. "what is it hm..?" he hummed, thinking about what you possibly want. you leaned and lay your cheeks on his cock, looking up to him. "i want you to cover for me for the presentation soon."

and that, you were being sat on his lap while he does his revision. your top thrown away even god don't know where, your jeans and red panties thrown at the sofa. now, you're being forced to sit on his dick that has cummed a few times because you moved a little. you were facing behind, hugging him so tightly, hoping to not make a certain move or he takes a break to play with your hardened tits again. i said, again. you shuddered at the feeling of his liquid constantly coming out and its touching your walls. "y/n baby, don't move please? i've said this a thousandth times already." as he put his pen down, he pulled you so that you're leaning on the edge of the table and facing him. "aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm can take a break now can i?"

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hehe a small yunho smut for ya'll <3 i miss this man so much and have you seen his airport look? god damn i would devour every single inch of it. and have ya'll seen seonghwa's gianna boyfriend?? goshh if he's not putting a shirt on i'm gonna suck those tits LMAO lmk if theres any error guys.. and remember to drop some hot ass smut thoughts on my inbox please im beggin u

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[bunji-enthusiast]

I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING!!!! 💕💕

No joke, I love reading your stuff! It always has me kicking and giggling :}

I hope you're not stressing yourself out with the writing tho!! I know you prod want it perfect or close enough to it, but please remember it always doesn't have to be 💕

I love dogday as much as the next person but- huggy was my first and even tho you barely even write him I still end up loving him so much when you do lol. I really liked your jealousy one! I was hoping you could do one with huggy?? With an employee reader pls. So sorry if that's every little information, not rlly the best at requesting still.

Tysm!! 💕💕

{So sorry if I send this when request r closed}

Jealous, Jealous Toy

Note || AHHH your so sweet, absolutely I’ll try to write Huggy for this :)

WC || 642

Sypnosis || What happens when a jealous toy gets possessive of an employee?

Order was an important piece to your life, you liked to be orderly and keep things to an absolute T. Even if it had meant fraternizing with your superiors, though you weren’t much of a sociable person really. Being more so closed off and introverted, you simply had opted to be straightforward and cold when necessary, never to employees younger then you or even lower then your position at Playtime Co.

Many had viewed you as odd when you began talking to the life-sized huggy, made real and ready to always interact with children. Benign enough to be harmless one would guess, just nobody would ever truly understand the level of ferocity one would possess if you were there. If anyone in the room had seen the same thing you did when that very event had happened, nothing was estranged enough to be sure – yet you still couldn’t explain it to this day.

Huggy Wuggy was interesting, strange but very cuddly to hug (as he was made to do). You always had thought he was neat, clean and cool to a point. 

“Hey Huggy! How are you?” Yet ever as always, the Huggy Wuggy statue had remained cold and conclusive, never moving unless it was in strange specific circumstances. “Right.” You never expected him to move anyway, another voice had snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“Hey brat.” Your superior, though he was one of the many, he was like an older brother to you. You thought he was lazy for lack of a better word, but his work ethics and accountability of words from other employees had proved that otherwise. You let out a large breath, stifling a feigned huff. “Yo, what’s your deal Daniel?” You asked him.

He nodded his head at your weaponized words, then walked up to you, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Just needing you to fill out some paperwork, ain’t nothing major then I’ll–” A choked noise escaped his throat, causing you to look up from where you stood, eyeing him wearily as you began to get concerned as to why he looked so pale.

“Daniel.. You alright man?” His hand on your shoulder fell off from where it had laid so gently, Daniel’s other hand raised to the spot he seemed to be in such a ghostly panic about. You too had been shocked, seeing Huggy’s row of teeth hanging over Daniel’s head, you didn’t know what to do. Huggy never had behaved in such a way, leaving you to raise a brow – lips pursed as you maintained calm in the inconceivable silence. 

“Huggy..” You began, raising your hands as a gesture toward Daniel to back away slowly. “Chill out, that’s just my friend.” Daniel had obeyed you, inching away from Huggy who clearly seemed to be pissed off. Conveying a means of anger as his hands were outstretched toward Daniel ever so slightly, Daniel nodded once more and slowly he had done so, trying to get him to cool off at the same time as you were.

“Can you get him to stop.. This?” Daniel whisper-shouted, you shrugged. Then you looked up at Huggy, maintaining a sense of eye contact with his own eyes. It struck a sudden chill throughout your spine, causing you to flinch as you had noticed his murderous intent, now it was slowly dissipating the further away Daniel had gone. “I think he doesn’t like you very much, I’ll come later for those papers all right?” To which he had nodded with an exasperated sigh.

Finally once he was out of sight, Huggy seemed to be less tense now – teeth relaxed and resuming his original position. You sigh, crossing your arms as you try to coerce your own mind about the events that had happened just mere seconds ago.

“Jealousy is not a good look on you my friend.”

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[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 24 (ending)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: none I guess. ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.

“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.

“Where’s Yn?” 

“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?” 

“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.

Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could. 

“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck. 

Mick, however, had other plans.

His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.

When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.

Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts. 

Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.” 

Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead. 

“Where–”

“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”

Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door. 

“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.

And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.

The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too. 

The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever. 

After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend. 

His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest. 

After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul. 

She was the one he had been waiting for.

“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.” 

And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.

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[treasureofmammon]

A couple of teasers 🥰💖💛✨️

Characters: Mammon x You - Gender neutral (GN!reader).

Warnings: Mentions of casual drinking, s3xy time is implied. Established relationship. Short text. Awkwardness. Just fluff.

Summary: Usually, you are the teaser, the one who makes Mammon blush. But since you two started to officially date, you have been an adorable nervous mess, and Mammon can't resist teasing you.

[Notes: The following characters belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. This is a mere work of fan-fiction. | GN!Reader | This is one of my first times sharing what I write, so please be kind. | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. | I had this idea because I'm awkward af, so I thought my only chance in real life is to find someone who thinks that's quirky cute, I guess(?)].

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Mammon puts his arm around you. You don't dare to see his face, but he's grinning with a devilish smile. Your body stiffens, and you grab onto the blanket over your legs, trying to focus on the movie.

The dim lights in Mammon's room, the warmth of his body right next to you, and the alcoholic beverages that you drank are making the mood much more romantic than you anticipated.

It's not like "things" haven't happened between you before. But you just... like him so much! Although you started dating weeks ago, this gushy feeling hasn't left, and whenever he makes a move on you, you start panicking like an idiot, saying the stupidest things, stuttering, not keeping track of your words and actions. You feel erratic and nervous, your blood rushing to your face, making you look red like a tomato, as if it was the first time that you share an intimate moment with your boyfriend.

Mammon knows this too damn well. He is not only thousands of years older than you, and hence, much more experienced; but he's also a demon, teasing you, a mere lost lamb, it's what drives his kind. But more importantly, looking at you in a state of self-awareness and shyness because of him fills him with a pride and joy that he didn't know he could ever feel.

He can't resist teasing you. And to you, even grabbing your waist or kissing your cheek is enough to drive you insane. He thinks it's impossible not to act upon it. After all, it's you!, a wonderful being, a gorgeous soul, a beautiful human -his human- acting adorably nervous because of him, a complete looser. He thought something like that was impossible. But that's his reality now.

How couldn't he take advantage of every aspect of you? How couldn't he pamper you and yet tease you until your cheeks turn red? Your reactions are so cute! He can't help himself.

So when he runs one of his fingers across your cheek and then lays a longing kiss in the corner of your lips, you jump in nervousness, and he chuckles.

"D-Don't make fun of me"- you say, pouting.

"Baby, ya always get super shy and quirky when I hit on ya"- he admits. And cups your cheek so you can finally look at his very excited face, his eyes revealing a taunting demeanor and behind that, desire.

Something in you today clicks, and with honesty, but still stuttering, you respond -"I-Is that a bad thing? You know? Me acting like a wreck because I like you so much?".

Mammon is shocked. He looks at your pretty blushing face, but you don't run away, and rather, your gaze lets him know that you are not dropping it without an answer.

It's in moments like this that Mammon can't escape you, when he's pushed into a wall and when he's confronted with honesty as the only answer. This is when he turns into the teased one.

You drive him crazy as much as he drives you.

Now, Mammon is the one who blushes (as if it's not easy for him to do so). So he closes his eyes and shortens the distance between you two. His arms lock you closer to his chest, his forehead against yours -"Nah. It's super adorable. Never stop doin' that".

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[nerdy-talks]

Honesty and Mutual Feelings | Solomon X Reader | Obey Me! Nightbringer

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! Trigger Warnings ! : mentions of alcohol intoxication and hangovers, spoilers to Lesson 17

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Author’s Note : After reading/playing through Lesson 17, I felt the overwhelming urge to show Solomon some much deserved love which resulted in me writing this fanfic (which will be under the cut ↓↓↓).

I did use some dialogue from Lesson 17, so please keep that in mind. Also, Reader will be written as MC. Anyway.... I hope you all enjoy! •◡•

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A bar is probably the last place a person who is already under the influence should visit.

However, that’s exactly where you found yourself.

Despite your vain attempts to prevent it from happening, Solomon had insisted that he was “not drunk” and “still had it together”, successfully pulling you inside of the establishment.

Seated next to your inebriated teacher, you both were engaged in conversation as you sipped a beverage of your choosing that he had kindly ordered for you.

Solomon was surprisingly talkative, moreso than ever, which you actually found quite pleasant.

A bit of small talk regarding a few different topics eventually lead to Solomon going into detail about his very first encounter with Asmo and how he had managed to enter into a pact with the Avatar of Lust.

Unfortunately, the mood changed shortly after that. Solomon became somewhat despondent, a gloomy expression replacing his once cheerful visage.

“You keep growing closer and closer to the brothers. And with every step you take towards them, I feel you getting farther away from me…”

“Aww Solomon, have you been lonely without me?” You teased, a smile tugging at your lips which the sorcerer immediately noticed.

“What’s that smirk for, MC? Are you amused that I seem like a jealous child?” He asked glumly.

“No, not really. But you do realize I was only gone for a day, right?”

Your lighthearted answer clearly wasn’t appreciated, as a sudden wave of irritation washed over your teacher.

“Right, sure! You were gone for a day… and then you said you wouldn’t be coming home at all, because you wanted to stay and game with everyone, that’s all!”

“No, it’s not like that. I had every intention on coming back.” You quickly retorted.

“That’s not what you said when I talked to you. Though I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, right? It’s not like you prefer spending time with me instead of those brothers.” The sharpness in his voice made you unsure how to respond, not wanting to argue with the drunken man in front of you.

“I was literally on my way back to Cocytus Hall when we ran into each other before.” You tried to explain calmly but to no avail.

“And yet you were with Satan.”

“He was just making sure I got back safely.” You added which only seemed to make Solomon scowl even more.

“Oh? So I guess that requires him to hold your hand?” He spat back, catching you even more off-guard.

“Solomon… you don’t have to feel this way.”

“I don’t?” A bitter chuckle escaped from the sorcerer’s mouth. “How can I not feel this way when you’re always choosing them over me?!”

Those words caused your heart to break. Of course you cared deeply for the brothers, but Solomon was extremely important to you as well. So knowing that you had unintentionally made him feel even the tiniest bit unwanted and this upset really hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Let me ask you something. If I had to pick between them and you, who do you think I would choose?”

The tipsy sorcerer stared at you for a moment before sighing deeply, his gaze shifting downward. “You’re really asking me that now? At this point, you’re just trying to rub salt in the wound…”

“I wouldn’t choose.”

Solomon perked up a little upon hearing this, surprised by your answer.

“What?”

“Or rather, I couldn’t choose. Yes, I enjoy spending time with Lucifer and his brothers. They’ve become the family I always wanted yet never had, and I will cherish them for the rest of my life. But Solomon…”

Gently placing your hand on top of his, you looked him in the eyes. “I cherish you, too. There honestly aren’t enough words to describe just how much you truly mean to me. You have helped me through countless obstacles, protected me on numerous occasions, taught me so many valuable lessons. I will never be able to repay you for everything that you have done and continue to do for me. And I am so sorry if it ever seemed like I was pushing you aside, because I never meant to make you feel that way. I would never do that to you. I love spending time with you and plan on staying by your side for as long as you’ll allow me to. So please… please know that you are irreplaceable to me and that you have absolutely nothing to worry about. I promise.”

Silence filled the air between you two as the white haired man seemed to mull over your words, sighing once again after a few minutes had passed.

“Sorry, don’t get the wrong idea, MC…. I’ve just gotten so used to having you around lately, so when I find myself alone for a bit I get a little caught up in my own head… So let’s just forget tonight ever happened, okay? You’ll do that for me, right? You’ll forget about tonight?” He asked, giving you a hopeful look.

“It’s getting late. Let’s take our time on the way home… go slow.” Your chosen response caused yet another shift in Solomon’s demeanor.

“Oh no, don’t try to change the subject. I’m not going to drop this until I hear you say you’ll forget. Actually, I have half a mind to demand that you promise it in writing right now.” He proclaimed with an intense gaze.

Raising an eyebrow at the sorcerer, you struggled to keep yourself from scoffing. “Demand?”

“Maybe I should even consider having you swear an unbreakable magic oath?” He continued, brushing off your comment.

Deciding it was best to just ignore your intoxicated teacher, you slid off the barstool and headed towards the exit.

“Whoa, wait up! MC! Come on, say you’ll forget!”

~~~~~

On the way back home, Solomon continued pestering you with a mixture of pleas and demands, all of which earned him zero response.

Even when the fog of alcohol got the better of him and you had to help the man walk, it didn’t stop him from insisting that you “forget all about tonight” as his arm hung loosely around your shoulders and his head rested against your own.

~~~~~

“I think you were right… I drank too much.”

Solomon’s admission as you laid him down in his bed caused the corners of your lips to turn upwards.

“Really? You could have fooled me.” You replied sarcastically, not wasting the opportunity to tease your teacher.

“Is that any way to speak to your master?” Solomon pouted, making you laugh slightly.

“No, I guess not. Sorry. Just get some rest, okay?”

As you turned to leave, a pair of strong arms unexpectedly wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.

“Solomon!” You squeaked in surprise as you landed beside him, your back pressed against his body while he held you in place.

“Stay.”

That simple word was enough to make your cheeks heat up instantaneously.

“W-What?” You asked, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“I said stay. Stay here with me… you promised you would, right?”

Turning over to face your favorite sorcerer, you snaked your arms around his lower torso and nuzzled your face against his chest.

“Right.”

~~~~~

“Good morning!~”

Your cheerful greeting was met with an agonized groan.

“MC, please…. Not so loud.” Solomon whined, massaging his temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the throbbing in his head.

“Here’s some medicine. And some freshly brewed tea.”

There was no hesitation as the sorcerer popped the two pain relievers into his mouth and sipped the hot liquid.

“Oh, by the way. You need to wear your RAD uniform.”

Your statement caused the man to shoot you a questioning glance. “Okay. But why?”

“I forgot to tell you last night. Raphael is arriving today.”

~~~~~

After officially welcoming Raphael to the Devildom, Lord Diavolo granted everyone permission to go about their day as they pleased.

Before you were able to depart, a familiar voice called out to you.

“Hey, MC! Where ya goin’? Come on, we still gotta finish where we left off yesterday!” Mammon chimed, waving you over to where he and Leviathan were standing.

“We have to play at least a few dozen rounds of Devil Kart. They just installed new maps with so many more obstacles and terrains!” Levi added excitedly.

“MC is coming over? I’ll make sure to buy lots of snacks.” Beel smiled as he appeared beside his brothers.

In the midst of their one-sided conversation, you noticed Solomon exit the room.

“Actually... I have a few things I need to take care of today. But I’d love to spend time with all of you tomorrow.” You responded sheepishly.

“Tch. What’s so damn important that you can’t hang out with The Great Mammon today, huh?”

Instead of giving the Avatar of Greed an explanation, you hurried towards the door. “Sorry guys, see you tomorrow!”

“Oi!” was the only thing you heard as you ran out.

~~~~~

It didn’t take long for you to catch up with the surprised looking sorcerer.

“MC? Did something happen? I thought you’d want to spend time with the brothers.” Solomon inquired.

“Nope, everything’s fine. I told Mammon and the others that I’d hang out with them tomorrow instead.” You answered simply as you walked beside the white haired man.

“Oh? Any particular reason why?” He pressed, genuinely curious.

“Because I want to spend today with you. After all…” you trailed off for a moment before flashing a sly grin “I don’t want my hungover teacher to get lonely without me~”

Another pain-filled groan left Solomon.

“And here I thought you would let that go…” He grumbled, more to himself than anyone.

“Think again~” you replied with a giggle.

“Seriously, MC. Just forget about last night.” Solomon demanded, giving you a stern look.

“But I don’t want to.”

“Why not?” He snapped, not in the mood to deal with your playful jabs. Understandably so.

You quickly stepped in front of your teacher, forcing him to stop walking.

“Because it makes me happy knowing that I’m important to you and that you need me. And for the record... you’re extremely important to me and I need you, too.” You stated, a serious tone lacing your honest words in hopes of leaving zero room for doubt.

A look of shock was evident on the sorcerer's face as he stared at you, seemingly frozen in place for a minute.

“Well… I’m glad to hear that I can make you happy.” Solomon finally replied, shifting his gaze away from you as a crimson blush spread across his features.

You both continued on your way after you returned back to his side.

“Plus…” taking his hand in your own, you smiled at him. “I think it’s cute when you get all jealous and possessive.”

Before he could react to your comment, you leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

After a few moments, he spoke once again.

“I believe you owe me many more kisses. You know, to make up for all the teasing I’ve had to endure since last night.” Solomon smiled, earning a laugh from you.

“Well then, let’s hurry home so I can start paying off my debt.”

~~~~~

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Chapter Six - Sugar

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Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader

A crybaby and the town grump walk into a bar...

A/N: idk why but this chapter was giving me so much trouble and i've been really doubting my writing and second guessing. It's more of a filler chapter but still important to the story. I'm super excited for what's to come tho!!

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Three Weeks Later

“Bambi, go home already.  Your shift ended–”  Eddie pauses to check his watch.  “-jesus, like an hour ago.  Why are you still here?” 

The floors were pristine, mopped to perfection, chairs stacked on top of the tables, and rags started in the washer.  Every glass found home on their corresponding shelves, all dried and perfectly polished for the following shift, not one imperfection among the twinkling surfaces.  The place was spotless and there you were, standing on top of the bar in order to reach the top of the light fixtures which, judging by the amount of dust on them, went neglected for some time now.  Your apron was long discarded on one of the barstools and sweat dripped from your brow, the epitome of hard work if he’d ever seen it.  The Bourbon hadn’t been this clean in years.

“I’m almost done, I swear.”  You reply quietly, clearly far more engaged in your cleaning frenzy than any conversation he was trying to coax you into.

“No, you’re done.”  Eddie marches around the bar, revealing himself just in your peripheral.  “Get outta here.”  There wasn’t an ounce of venom behind his words, however, he was without a doubt becoming increasingly annoyed.

You chance a glance down at him only to find his standard scowl etched onto his face.  Except, it wasn’t as mean spirited as you were used to and it hadn’t been for quite some time.  It was cute; the way his lip would slightly jut out and how his smile lines were so prominent, eyes drooping in irritation.  Endearing irritation that you grew accustomed to.

“I will.”  You state, feather duster swiping through a satisfying amount of dust.  “When I finish.”

“No, get down.”

Your first instinct is to obey without question.  Listen to authority.  But in the previous weeks, you’d found it easier to let loose.  Sure, Eddie was always somewhat crabby but it never intimidated you and whenever he found himself particularly pissed off, he’d banish himself to the back office which aided in releasing any tension you’d built up throughout the week.  So, it wasn’t that difficult to at least attempt some friendly banter.  Especially if you could get him to crack a smile.  It was a win in your books when he tried so hard to withhold it from you or even better, turned around completely to shield his broken composure from you.

“Don’t you have–what did you call it– ‘a shit ton of paperwork’ to do?”  You joke. 

“Ha.  Ha.  I’m serious, get down.”  He mocks, glaring up at you, a stupid little tug pulling at the corners of his mouth.  Barely noticeable, but you take note of it.

“‘M not gonna fall, if that’s what you're worried about.”  You mumble, shaking your head.

“Judging by how many times you nearly eat shit throughout the week, I’m pretty worried.”  

Pretty worried.   

Saliva caught in the back of your throat, you try to play it off like dust that had gotten trapped in your airways, clearing your throat.  Only, your body had just reacted far too quickly to his words, resulting in the failure of a simple bodily function.

“I do not…”  You crouch down, poking the end of the feather duster at his chest.  “...fall that often.”  You pout.

“Yeah?”  A tiny smile pulls at his lips.  There it is.  “That’s why I said ‘nearly’.”

If you could bottle up the look he was giving you, you would selfishly keep it all for yourself to stare at on bad days.  Such mischief and amusement lingered in his gaze.  Sparks lighting up the dark and cloudy haze he usually exhibited.  Like fireworks against a colorless sky, beautiful hues popping left and right but after all, everything is always temporary.

“I don’t ‘nearly’ fall that often either.”  You whine.

“Just get off my bar and go home.”  Eddie demands, voice warm and buttery despite his intent to kick you out.  

Staring at him expectantly, he relays the same expression to you with raised brows.  In response, you cock your head to the side, luring the word out of him.  He doesn’t quite catch on, eyes narrowing while you wait.  A smirk appears on your lips as you remain perched on top of the bar, feather duster forgotten next to you.  His eyes grow a few sizes as if to urge you to speak up.  And then he gets it.

“Please.”  It drips from his tongue like warm caramel.

His eyes relax, creases between his brows ceasing and lids becoming heavy.  Another look you would mentally take a snapshot of just to hang it on the walls of your cluttered brain.  You’d be sure to clear a spot just for it.  

“Gladly.”  You offer the same smooth tone, hopping off the bar only to lose your balance along the way.

And before you can face plant into the hard wood planks, two large hands stabilize you, holding your waist firmly until he is sure you aren't going to collapse, but not yet letting go.  If you were to set aside your cowardly tendencies, you would look up and feel his breath against your face.  And you’re sure you could probably count the faint freckles on his nose that you’d only seen briefly when almost colliding into him during a rush.  You only remain glued to the floor, both your eyes and feet.  

“Careful, Bambi.”  He scolds softly. 

“‘M sorry.”  You murmur.

“No need to be sorry.”  You timidly glance up at him.  “Just–just be more careful.”  He pleads.

You were good and ready for him to yell at you, fully prepared to recoil as he raises his voice but it never comes.  And it hadn’t since that one time with the plates but you were like a skittish animal and long before you had even known him, any conflict had you in a corner every time, eyes full of tears and lip trembling.  You could only hope you didn’t look as pathetic right now.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.”  He begins to soothe, a certain nervousness in his voice.  Obviously you did look just as pathetic if not more.

His hands had left your waist to graze over your shoulders hesitantly, concern evident in his tone while he consoled you.  He shouldn’t have to console you for fuck’s sake.  Why were you on the verge of tears over your clumsiness?

“Sorry, sorry.  ‘M fine, I swear.”  You attempt to suck back the tears, head tilted toward the ceiling, lip tucked in between your teeth anxiously.  “J-just go do your paperwork.  I’ll be gone in a minute.”  

Just when you think–no hope that he walks away, those large hands are gently grabbing at your wrists as you use your fingers to push the tears back into the corners of your eyes.  A soft touch that for some reason, only made you want to cry more.  

“Stop apologizing.”  Eddie says, attempting to catch your gaze, finding it difficult as you begin to stare at the floor, hiding huge watery globs under your eyelashes.

“Just–let me get my things–”  You begin to voice shakily, vision blurred with tears that you resented.

“Sit down.”  He demands calmly, concern carved into his features from what you can make out through blurred vision.

“No, no, it’s okay–”

“Right here, sit.”  

Eddie directs you to a barstool, the distorted world around you becoming progressively more overwhelming by the second.  And all because you almost fell in front of your boss and he had to catch you.  It wasn’t your intention, appearing as the stupid girl who happened to be a gigantic cry baby, emotions too sensitive to the horrors of the real world.  Though, that was the reality, wasn’t it?

“Sorry.”  You whisper, a few rogue tears escaping after the good fight you put up.

At this, he releases a heavy sigh.  You can’t help but feel childish and small, your confidence devastatingly lower than before as you try to regulate your shaky breathing and wobbly lip.  You just needed a minute, one minute to ride out the wave of anxiety.  Eddie lets your umpteenth apology slide, slowly slipping into the stool next to you.

“I’m–uh–I’m gonna go home.”  Your voice is an octave too high for his liking.

“Not like this you’re not.”

You remain on the stool, embarrassed, your cheeks feeling hot with stained tears.  This was hell if anyone ever asked you.  Slowly but surely revealing just how big of a wimp you were.  Sure, you’d shed a few tears when he screamed at you over the plates but he hadn’t even done anything this time.  You reacted purely on instinct and it was humbling.

“Let’s uh, let’s try this…”  Eddie starts, running a ringed hand through his bangs.  He slides a napkin in front of you before reaching for your apron on the back of his stool, stealing a pen and setting it on the napkin.  “W-write down, uh, write down your feelings?”  He says, so unsure even he couldn’t take himself seriously.

With a sniffle, you try to hide your confusion as you stare at the bland brown napkin.  Eddie groans and for a moment you think it’s because you’re not playing along but quickly dismisses the thought when he reaches for another napkin and steals a second pen from your apron.

“Um, it sounds–it sounds stupid.  It kinda is stupid.  But, um, you just write what you’re feeling?  A-and it’s supposed to…shit I dunno.  It’s supposed to help clear your head I guess?”  He explains.

You wait for him to laugh, wait for him to mock your tear stained face and absolute lack of emotional control.  You wait for the ‘why are you crying’ in the most condescending tone and the lecture as to why you had no reason to cry.  It never comes.  Instead, as you sneak a glimpse at him from the corner of your teary eye, and he starts writing. 

“So, right now, um…”  He clears his throat.  “Right now I’m feeling, uh, concerned?” 

You can tell he’s having trouble coming up with words and that this was difficult for him…feelings were difficult for him.  Something you could heavily relate to.

“Or, uh, you c-can just write…whatever…”  He trails off, clicking the pen against the counter repeatedly. 

Rather than answering, you clumsily pick up the blue pen, dropping it once with a trembling hand before fully grasping it.  Then you begin writing as he instructed.  If he made fun of you for what you were writing down, so be it.  You’d already embarrassed yourself enough.

You expected him to chime in by now, scoffing at what you had written down.  But when you glanced over, he was doodling on his napkin, something that appeared to be a dragon.  Minding his own business.  Awkwardly, you set the pen back on the counter, causing him to peek over at you.

“It helped.”  You mumble.  “A little.”

“Good.”  He replies, tapping his pen against the counter.  “So, uh my therapist usually has me share once I write everything down–or at least share the main points.  You don’t–you don’t have to but that’s just…that’s what we do.”  

Eddie expects you to crumple up the napkin and throw it out.  Then you would leave and think to yourself how ridiculous he is.  He didn’t know how to help people–hell, he didn’t even know how to help himself most of the time.  What he doesn’t expect is for you to shyly slide the napkin in front of him.  Averting his eyes, he’s unsure if he actually has permission to read but when you nod your head ever so slightly, he still has trouble looking down at what you had scribbled out.  It felt like he was peeking into your brain, something he felt he wasn’t worthy of.

Humiliated

Stupid

Exhausted

Anxious

Small

Burden

Crybaby

Lonely

So many words for such a small increment of time that you had been scrawling away on that napkin.  So many words that held such heaviness.

“Wow.”  Is all that he says upon his first glance over.

Anxiously, you suck in a breath, attempting to snatch the napkin back in regret only to fail as Eddie slides it out of your reach.  

“It’s stupid, I-I’m gonna go…”  You begin, hopping off of your stool.

“It’s not stupid–”

Then you were gone, a gust of wind practically slapping him in the face.  He couldn’t find it in himself to complain, only troubled by the inner workings of your mind.  It was all too familiar and he was beginning to feel as if he wasn’t the only one cursed with a diseased mind.  Selfishly, he found comfort in that.  

–

There’s only one thing worse than a shitty car.  Two shitty cars.  Specifically a shitty car and a shitty truck.  Both unreliable, both sputtering every time Eddie put the key in the ignition.  Grandpa Roy’s ‘Ol Reliable four-door sedan wasn’t living up to its name and was on the decline by the looks of it.  It had been for some time, though he was alway able to find a temporary fix and keep it running.  Today he had no such luck.

The truck, Sugar, was arguably in much better shape.  She was well-loved, red paint chipping after years of use and a cracked rear window.  The engine had its moments but she was still better off than ‘Ol Reliable.  

“C’mon, Sugar.  Don’t be like that.”  Eddie mutters, turning the key in the ignition a few times more, only to be met with failure.  “Fuck.”  He whispers, hopping out from the driver’s side to prop the hood open, large hands splayed out along the sides as he prepares for battle.

With a sigh, he ties his hair back and discards his leather jacket on the ground in exasperation, even going as far as to give it a small kick away from his work space.  A wooden work bench was strategically placed on the porch under the awning, leaving no issue for when winter came around so that he had easy access to his tools even in the most dreadful of snows.  Snow hadn’t kissed the ground quite yet but the further into October it got, the more crisp the air became, a subtle announcement for what was to come.

A deep, resentful groan leaves Eddie’s chest as he trudged up the steps to the porch, lips all perfectly pouted while he reluctantly pulls each of his large rings off only to drop them in a cup he’d taken from a diner years ago when he made the move to Knife’s Edge.  An already greased up rag was snatched from the worktop and tucked snugly into his back pocket.

One, two, three.  One, two, three.  One, two, three.

He counts to himself under his breath as he collects the necessary tools.  It wasn’t like he had to be at the bar yet, though he would’ve liked to stop by the store to stock up on cigarettes and see if he could find any of those cocktail cherries on sale.  He wanted to save where he could.  Every cent mattered.  Then he was more than likely going to sulk in self pity while trying to figure out how to summon money from the sky.  Maybe indulge in a beer in his office.  He couldn’t afford to comp beers for himself like that but he could dream.  After that maybe he’d have a good cry before the chaos ensued again.  

Those plans went out the window when Sugar decided to test his patience.  Perhaps he should be grateful to his unfaithful truck for attempting to lure him out of the isolation he planned to encase himself in.  It was one thing to isolate yourself at home, it was another to trap yourself at your place of work hours before it actually opened and beat yourself up over every little thing and question where it all went wrong.  

“Dammit, dammit, dammit.”  He reiterates to himself, tossing a wrench in his hand as he makes his way back to Sugar.  “Go easy on me.”  He begs.

The pumpkins you had been angling perfectly on your porch were suddenly so miserably uninteresting; how could they not be when such an erotic site was placed right in front of your prying eyes?  Regretfully, your wet dream came to life.  Except, you played no part in it and Eddie paid no mind to you.  Not that he ever would.  And even if he did, you’d made it clear that you were a nutcase.  

You still couldn’t tear your eyes away from the way his arms flexed under his short sleeves and how he grunted while tugging at something under the hood of his truck.  Drool could have been dripping from your chin and you wouldn’t notice, too hypnotized by his every movement.  He had opted to wear some black converse today rather than his standard black combat boots.  It was cute, you couldn’t lie, the small change made you giddy.  And the way his shirt was riding up as he stretched himself over the engine felt like a tease.  A peek at what you had once gotten a glance of while wasted but didn’t get to fully appreciate as your sober self.  

God, you could recall the blurry image of him momentarily pulling his puke stained shirt off cautiously, revealing his lean figure.  It was practically pixelated in your mind.  As you reminisce on what your drunk self had taken for granted, reality feels just as distorted when Eddie’s eyes land on yours.  Huge doe eyes, almost cartoon-like catching your attention as if a moth to a flame.  You want to look away, you beg of yourself to look away but your inner voice is muffled; almost as though you were under an enchantment.

And like a siren call, his voice reaches you.  You fear that you may be all too willing to drown just to hear it again.

“Will you hold this for me?”  He shouts, almost desperately.  Almost.

Your eyes widen, hands still resting atop a perfectly orange pumpkin while you sit pretty on your porch step.  An Autumn dream.  Suddenly, Eddie wishes he would’ve kept to himself rather than requesting your assistance.  Had he thought it through, he would’ve opted to magically grow another hand.  Instead, he stands with ruddy cheeks and syrupy eyes, glazed with adoration that he was frantically attempting to wipe from his vision, shoving the feelings that were oozing out of him back into his stupid sweaty skin.

“Um…”  You reply in surprise, already crossing the border between properties, a shy stutter to your walk.  “Well I don’t really know how to…”  You trail off, suspecting that he could figure out the rest of your thoughts on his own.

Oh, how he regrets calling you over.  His clammy hand clutches the wrench, providing no aid in his attempt to calm his nerves.  

“You don’t…you don’t have to, uh…”  He appears as if he’s battling his own thoughts, gaze casted toward the ground as his eyes dart left and right.  “Can you just hold this?”  He finally gets out, pointing to a part of the engine.  “Sugar won’t start and I swear I can have her running again but it’d be a hell lot easier if you could just hold this real quick.”

“Sugar?”

“Sugar.”  He confirms.  “Oh!”  Realization hits him.  “Yeah, Sugar.  My truck.”  

“Okay…”  You whisper, unsure.

You could almost forget the mortifying incident from the early hours of 3:00 AM as you took in his wet chocolate coated eyes, the light Fall breeze seeming to affect him.  His lashes clumped together like art and his nose was tinted the perfect shade of rose, those faint freckles dotted along the bridge like little constellations.

“Just, right here.”  He instructs, turning his attention back to Sugar.  

Following his lead, you adjust your hand where it's needed, an uncomfortable, greasy residue coating your fingers as he works.  From this angle, the afternoon sun casts a golden glow over his profile, flyaway curls highlighted in the light like a halo and nose endearingly round at the tip with lips tucked into his teeth as he concentrates.  And then, his tongue pokes out, an adoring sight that only makes you yearn to reach out and graze your fingertips over the stubble threatening to emerge from his cheek.

“Thought you’d name it something more…tough.”  

Your meek voice earns a glance over his shoulder, brows furrowed in that cute way that everyone always recognized as harsh and cold-hearted.

“What?”  The way his eyes crinkle at the corners paired with his confused expression only give you more reason to let your stare linger a little bit longer, a bold move on your part.

“Um, Sugar–”

“Oh, Sugar.”  

Simultaneously, you refer to his truck, interrupting each other while his elbow grazes your arm as he tightens a bolt.

“Uh, well…she’s, uh, the only girl in my life.”  He jokes, quietly chuckling.  “And, she’s not exactly brand new so I’ve gotta treat ‘er nice.”

“And…she can hear you?”  You question, attempting to hide your oncoming grin.

This time, he only glares at you over his shoulder.  There’s a comfort in the way his eyes seem to swallow you whole.  

“Okay, okay, ha, ha.  I know, she’s a truck–”

“And you keep calling it a ‘she’.”

Eddie pulls back, stepping away from the engine, prompting you to do the same as you stare up at him, a smidge afraid that you might have actually offended him.  A few rebellious curls frame his face, creating the vision of a princely man who in reality, was nothing of the sort.  Not in the sense that he wasn’t gentlemanly, only in the sense that he didn’t care what others thought.

“What?  You never heard of people calling their car a ‘she’ before?”  He asks, offense barely evident in his tone.  More than anything, he appears to be amused by your observation.

“No, I have.  Just didn’t think you seemed like one of them.”  You remark.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Again his eyebrows crinkle in the cutest fashion, lip curling ever so slightly as he brings a hand to his hip.  You begin to think that no one has ever looked so good covered in grease and you’d never been attracted to the smell of oil but you could make an exception if it meant you’d get to see his features this close.  Eddie was a pretty guy.  And the more his colors showed, the more entranced you became.

“I dunno, nevermind.”  You attempt to divert the conversation.

“No, no, you have to tell me.  Please enlighten me.”  He crosses his arms, a smug smirk pulling at his lips.  

“No, forget it!.”  You giggle.

Eddie can feel his shoulders relaxing at the sound.  Can feel his tension release even if just the slightest.  His eyes relax, a lazy gaze focused on you.  Everything suddenly feels so…calm.  As if his life wasn’t falling apart.  You were like some kind of drug that made him forget how shitty things were and if it only lasted a few seconds at a time, he would gladly invest in as much as he could until he overdosed.  Which to be fair, he didn’t think was possible.  

“No, what do you mean?  Say it with your chest, I dare you.”  He nods at you, eyes showcasing that same spark you’d notice every now and then.  The spark only seemed to get bigger and bigger.  One day you’d hoped to see a fire ignite, a full explosion of his personality.

Biting your lip, you look at him sheepishly, doubting yourself.  But something about his gaze eggs you on.

“You just…you’re all…big and bad.”  You mumble, eyes finding themselves glued to the ground.

“Big and bad?”  Eddie repeats.

It’s enough to have you backtracking, pathetically trying to erase your words.  Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, like a goldfish.

“See, it was stupid!  I was being stupid.  Just forget–”

“Why do you keep doing that?”  He asks, genuine curiosity blended in his tone along with a dash of concern.

“Doing what?”

Your puzzled expression only makes his chest ache.  Leaves crunch under your feet as you fidget, visually nervous.  He hates that he always ends up making you uncomfortable, never able to get a grip though maybe he can blame his highschool-self.  He never talked to girls and maybe if he had, he’d be having better luck right now.  Who’s he kidding, maybe if he just wasn’t even himself he’d be making a lot more progress.

“Calling yourself stupid.”  He mentions quietly.

No one has ever confronted your self-deprecating commentary, only ever remained silent as if to agree with you or they’d simply shift the topic.  Never has someone questioned your reasoning.    

“Oh…well I uh, I didn’t think I did it that often.”  You begin to stutter, clearly taken back.  He wishes he could rewind back to when you were bantering back and forth about his truck.  He probably would’ve found another way to fuck up the conversation, even if he could go back and give himself another chance.  

“But if this is because last night I wrote–”  You start again, only for him to keep running his big mouth.

“A bunch of bullshit?”  He states.  Like it's a fact.

Your wide eyes aren’t a good sign.

“What?”

“Yeah.  Bullshit.”  He sounds so sure of himself.

“Oh.”  

You physically seem as if you're deflating, your body closing in on itself, shoulders slumping while you take a step back.  It was the opposite of what he wanted.  But he could always count on himself to ruin a good thing.

“No, no!  I didn’t mean it like–I didn’t mean–fuckin’ christ.”  Eddie runs his clean hand down his face.  “I didn’t mean it was bullshit.  I meant that…I guess I meant that you shouldn’t feel like that?”

It’s quiet.  Eddie knows he deserves a slap across the face, if anything.  But you just continue staring at the ground, lost in thought.  Moments pass and he’s starting to feel he should dismiss himself and hide forever.  Forget fixing Sugar and just become a hermit.

“Why?”  You whisper.

He doesn’t offer an answer, only shrugs slowly.  He just kept putting nails in his own coffin.

“Don’t you…don’t you think I’m those things?  Like…like there’s something wrong with me?”

Eddie steps closer, not enough to push your boundaries but still enough for you to notice.  He tugs his lip in between his teeth, pulling at it anxiously while he thinks.  And with his arms still crossed, one finger taps at his elbow in threes.  You follow the action.

One, two, three.  One, two, three.  One, two, three.

“No.”  He says simply, to which your head snaps up.

Cola colored irises are awaiting you, welcoming you in a way.  A softer expression falls over his face, his cherub-like features becoming enhanced.

“I don’t think you’re those things.”  Eddie says confidently.  “I think you’re just right.”

~end~

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[i-loveoldermen]

KEEGAN P. RUSS X YOUNG READER HEADCANONS

I love Keegan sm, but I'm so upset there's barely any fanfics about him😭 so I decided to write my own to cheer up my own sadness✊

WARNING: minor swearing

You were actually a really cheerful kid, extremely energetic which was really hard for the 141 since they could hardly handle Soap and Gaz.

So having an even younger sergeant just made them want to quit. It honestly felt like they were just babysitters at this point.

But even so, no one could bring themselves to kick you out. (But if Ghost could, he definitely would have)

You're definitely besties with Soap and share everything with him. His like a best friend where you have to tell him every single tea.

"OMG SOAP GUESS WHAT?" "WHAT!?"

Most of the soldiers ignore you guys, as they are already exhausted with their own things.

But there was a certain sergeant who couldn't keep his eyes off you.

Keegan is probably the most annoyed one and if he could beat his co workers, he would most definitely do. Especially Soap (which I believe is for a different reason😇)

But he couldn't bring himself to say anything to you. You were just way cheerful and he didn't want to burst that happy bubble of yours.

Sometimes he even let you off with your insults, which leaves the crew horrified as they're shocked you're still stable and not paralysed yet.

I mean, sometimes your insults just sounds like compliments to him.

"Damn Keegan, you look less dead then usual"

Some of the crew are even certain he has a soft spot for you, the way he's just calm around you and not telling you to shut up must be the whole evidence.

Soap is the one who teases you the most, about how he's sure that Keegan has a crush on you.

"Ohhh, he's staring, look"

As much as no one can read Keegan through his eyes, they definitely can through yours.

The way they kinda squint which shows you're smiling and happy, or how they're half lidded and casted down wards showing your sadness

Keegan might never admit it, but the first thing he had ever noticed about you, was your eyes.

They just shocked him, they looked like an angles eyes to him. He believes they are the prettiest eyes.

Keegan actually looks like the type who looks extremely vicious and dangerous, but is the absolute sweetest to the person the like.

He just looks like the kind who would obey to everything you say, even if it's not him.

"Hey Keegan, can you help me braid my hair?"

I feel like if you were ever whine about wanting to paint his nails, he would give in. (He would actually love the result and keep it painted till they start to fade themselves)

"What the actual fuck is on your nails Keegan?"

I feel like he is so touch-starved that he would use any chance he gets just to hold you.

He feels the most happiest when there's only a small couch in a room and you both have to just squeeze in with each other.

The dude loves sweets.

Once you had actually baked for the whole crew and as you give it out, you noticed how Keegan enjoyed it.

After that you would secretly give him all you bakings (The biggest reason is that if Soap found out, he would be CRUSHED)

Keegan feels threatened whenever he sees you with Soap, like you would just forget Keegan just to hang out with Soap.

But Soap had reassured the intimidating man atleast 100 times that he does not have a single feelings towards you and that you were just like a younger sister to him.

Keegan believed him, but it still didn't stop him from death glaring him.

Keegan will definitely take you out every time he sees you upset.

Most of the time it's a mall, since he knows how much you love looking at random stuff and he's grown fond of each time your grin widens and your eyes glint when you fall in love with a certain cloth, or a make up product.

Keegan is definitely the big spoon. He just loves to wrap himself around you. It makes him certain that you're safe, because your secured.

He loves to watch you sleep, it makes him feel so happy. The way you mouth partens each time you breath makes him feel happy because he knows you feel safe with him.

You looks so beautiful to him in your sleep that he can't help but place a soft kiss on you. But really softly, as he doesn't want to wake you up.

(He has also taken a few pictures of you when you slept, you looked way to gorgeous and it would definitely be a loss)

He obviously told you about the pictures so you don't feel uncomfortable. But you didn't really mind, you just felt slightly embarrassed because you believed you looked weird.

Which Keegan just strangly stared at you, because to him you looked like a goddess.

"What do you mean you look ugly? You look magnificent to me"

I seriously believe he's a guy who won't let you move a muscle on your days off.

Hungry? He'll order something. Wanna watch something? He'll start the projector. You're bored? He's here and has a bunch of games.

:)

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[thebluemage]

Marking What’s His

Pairing | Doctor!Steve Kemp x female reader

Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, possessiveness, fingering (f receiving), established relationship with Doctor!Steve and girlfriend!patient reader, doctor/girlfriend!patient dynamic, orgasm control, edging, bondage, overstimulation, use of pet names (Bunny), light choking, biting kink, use of sex toys, aftercare, Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)

Summary | Steve doesn’t like it when another man touches you, and he shows you what happens.

Word Count | 2650

A/N | I’m perpetually horny because of writing this. I couldn’t help myself! Beta’d by the amazing @christine-the-soprano-31​, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗

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Steve had given you free reign of the house, and tonight, he’d invited you to come to a charity event with him for work. He introduced you to many of his colleagues. One of them was a young, well skilled surgeon, and you guessed that he took a liking to you because he’d made some small talk while patting your shoulder every now and then. Steve noticed it immediately and shot a pointed look in your direction, his eyes not leaving you for the rest of the night. The event was lovely and beautiful otherwise, until you and Steve went out to the car; that’s when the arguing began.

You burst in through the front door angry and agitated. Steve had been glaring at you all evening, ever since that colleague had approached you and made small talk with you.

“For the last time Steve. He was just friendly to me. And you should know that, because he’s your fucking colleague!” You yell at him.

“I don’t fucking care if he’s my colleague. He was flirting with you!” He accuses.

“God, can you stop insinuating things for just one second and listen—”

Steve cuts your words off as he approaches you and collides his mouth into yours very hard. You gasp out a breath before you’re putty in his hands. A delighted whimper slips from your lips and you attach your hands around his neck. He grabs your jaw firmly and authoritatively to make you look at him.

“No baby, you listen to me. I know what he’s like, and he was constantly eyeing you and giving you looks. And I should fire him for it.” He says sternly, fury eminent in his voice.

“Why are you mad at me, then?” You ask, discombobulated.

“Because you let it happen.” He says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as his eyes turn darker with every word.

Your eyes go wide at his statement.

“What? That’s unfair!”

He grabs you by the throat and squeezes his fingers around you, his thumb grazing along as he drags you up against the wall, trapping you against it.

“Maybe if I punish you, it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time, darling.” He grunts while his other hand roams along your body. He quickly finds your dampening panties and rubs at them slowly. You sigh out a prolonged mewl.

“Such a needy little Bunny, aren’t you?” His voice is laced in sultriness as he licks a stripe from your throat to your cheek and nibbles on your jaw.

“Basement. Now. Enter my lab, and wait for further instructions.” He orders when he lets you go. You avert your eyes to the floor as you obey his orders and walk down the stairs to the basement. 

You open the door to his lab, the familiar odor entering your nostrils as soon as you step through the threshold. You look around the room; it seems that nothing has changed, as if it was only yesterday when you first found yourself here. Echoes of footsteps follow down the stairs, you turn around to see Steve in scrubs, a stethoscope hanging loosely around his neck. You already know what this is going to be. 

“Lay on the exam table for me, my patient,” he commands you. His tone of voice is firm and contained, leaving you breathless. You swallow the lump in your throat and obediently follow his orders once again. You lay yourself on the table, your demeanor calm and collected. You already know how the procedure goes. He looks down at you with a broad smile.

“Good girl. First, I’m going to give you a checkup and then we’ll get to work,” he explains as he puts the stethoscope in his ears. He presses the diaphragm to your chest, listening to your heart. 

He sighs lovingly, his face merely inches away from yours, looking at you as though he is completely entranced by the melody of your heart; by the unique melody of your body. 

“If you could only hear how pretty your heart sounds. Here, listen to it,” he murmurs as he takes the buds out of his ears and puts them in yours. He puts the diaphragm in your hand and places his hand over yours, guiding it around your chest. You hear the sound of your steady heart, producing a rhythmic and composed tone.

“It’s beautiful, and therefore, you are beautiful.” He takes the stethoscope from you, and you suddenly find yourself lost in his cerulean gaze, his face still inches from yours. He smiles contentendly and continues his routine, distancing himself again.

“Alright, everything is perfect. My Bunny is nice and healthy. Now, you already know how this works. Go ahead and undress yourself,” Steve instructs. 

“Yes, Steve.” You reply softly, giving him a bashful smile. He gives you a gown to put on and you go behind the partition and quickly change into it. You come back to him as he beckons you to his exam table again. Everything is in place for him to begin as you lie back down. 

“Since this is a punishment, I have to restrict you from any movements,” he says before grabbing your ankles and pulling until your hips are at the edge of the table. He straps your legs and thighs into the stirrups, already exposing your throbbing pussy to the icy air of the lab. Next, he moves to strap your wrists above your head.

“Bunny, do you recall how many times he touched you?” His broad frame hovers above you, as you look up at him in anticipation.

“Uhhh…5 times, maybe?” You say, trying to recount thoughtfully.

His eyes darken at your words. 

“You’re getting edged 5 times,” he affirms, his tone like ice. “Now, give me a random number.”

“8.”

“Great, I’m going to edge you 5 times, and I’m going to bite into you 8 times and let you come 8 times. You think you can handle that, Bunny?” He asks you assuringly, talking to you as though you’re a patient at his practice.

“I–I think I can,” you say with a little uncertainty.“Hmm, of course you can,” he says, while he smiles and softly tucks a lone strand of hair behind your ear.

You look at him as he rolls the cart to his side and picks up a scalpel from the tray. 

“Let me see what you’ve got here, my little bunny. There’s no need to be shy over it, you’re safe here with me,” he says. He cuts all the way through the gown, leaving you completely bare. He slowly lingers the blade just above the surface, tracing intricate patterns along your smooth skin. Your skin prickles and your breath hitches in your throat.

“It’s time,” he announces. He puts the scalpel back on the cart and instead picks up a magic wand, turning it on to the lowest setting. He trails the vibrator along your nipples until they perk up and then travels lower, until he settles it between your thighs.

“No! Please!” you whine out. Tears run down your face as you feel your near orgasm ebbing away again.

“Shh, shh. You’re doing so great, my sweet patient,” he coos tenderly while leaving soft kisses along your thighs.

“Please, Doctor. I–I need to come! I need it. I-I crave it! Aah!” you plead, completely out of breath. 

“But you sound too angelic for me to end it so soon,” he teases.

“Please, please, please. I’d do anything you ask of me. Fuck! Anything!” you beg rapidly. You’re tugging against the restraints holding you in place.

“Huh, anything I ask of you?” he confirms. You give a desperate nod.  

“Well, you’re in luck because I’m asking you to cum for me.” He places the magic wand right to your core and switches it to the highest setting.

“Oh, Aah! Fuck!” You squeal when you feel the intense vibrations. You buck your hips upward, chasing the reverberation that sets your soul on fire.

“You know, maybe I should mark you. You always look so pretty when I mark you up. so everyone knows that you’re mine, all mine,” he muses. He lowers himself so his lips are at your neck, and you can feel his hot breath near the shell of your ear.

“I need you to say it, Bunny. Say that you want me to bite you,” he whispers seductively in your ear.

“Pl-please Steve, I need you to bite me!” you beg, your voice on the verge of an orgasm.

“Good girl,” he praises. He brings his lips to the crook of your neck and bites into you, leaving you with a red, lingering bite mark.

You let out a breathless moan, feeling delirious in the midst of this ongoing ecstasy. You arch your back from the table and your body begins to stutter as you sense another orgasm coming.

“You’re so gorgeous when you writhe like that, but I want to bet you’re even more marvelous when you come, so cum for me.”

“Shit! Yes, yes, yes! Oooohh!” you wail out as you feel pulses of bliss rushing through your body, enrapturing you completely. Your wetness drips out to your thighs.

“Yes, just like that, beautiful. I love it when you lose control like that bunny,” Steve asserts. He caresses your face as he puts the magic wand on the cart.

You breathe heavily, feeling yourself coming down from your salacious high. You close your eyes for a few moments and open them again when you feel the cold diaphragm of a stethoscope on your chest. 

“I hear your heart thundering, but the storm isn’t over yet, my love,” he says while looking at you with depraved eyes. “I’m doing this research for your pleasure, and only yours. Your body fascinates me like no other has. You know that, right?” he asks, his voice demanding confirmation. 

“Yes, of course I know that, Steve. I–” You get cut off when you feel Steve’s mouth around one of your nipples. He runs his tongue along its tip while still listening to your heart. You gasp a hitched breath, quivering with excitement.

“Captivating, just captivating,” he mumbles, utterly fixated on your body. He puts the stethoscope away and begins to fondle your other breast. A snivel slips from your mouth while your body releases another gush of slick, wetting your core even more. Steve proceeds to bite into your chest, leaving a red bite mark under your collarbone and making you hiss with unparalleled hunger from deep within you. His hands roam all over your body, enrapturing you in comfort and warmth while coaxing another orgasm from you. 

He lowers down until his head reaches your core and greedily licks long and lasting trails around it. He flicks on your clit multiple times before he sucks at it hard. You can only whimper against his never ending onslaught.

“You’re so wet, my sweet patient. I’m taking such good care of you. Now, be a good girl and cum for me again,” he commands. You feel his teeth bite into your thigh and soothe it with licks. Your face contorts as you feel another wave of gratifying bliss surrounding you. You weep out another luscious whine when you feel his fingers entering your cunt.

“You can do one more, can’t you bunny?” he says with a wicked smirk. “Come on, sweetheart. You can do this, just one more.” He gives an encouraging hum.

“I– It’s a lot. Too much!” you answer. Words tumble incoherently out of your mouth. Your whole body glistens and shudders with excessive delight.

“I know, I know. You’re taking it so well, and you can do this. I know what your body is capable of. And I’m here to help you through this. Maybe this will take you over the edge,” he says. He bites against your thighs twice.

The coil in your gut snaps as a legion of shock waves travels through your body. You scream in utter satisfaction. Your back arches high off the table while your body convulses uncontrollably. Only when you collapse against the table does your body finally go still, Heavy breaths echo through the lab and you close your eyes to rest for a bit. You feel warm hands releasing you from your restraints, and those same warm hands caress you gently.

“Do you feel any pain?” You hear the focus in Steve’s voice as he moves your exhausted frame so that you’re sitting up on the table. You lean heavily against him, using his body to hold yourself up.

“No. I–I just feel a little sore,” you answer back, exhausted.

“It took a toll on you, didn’t it? Come here.” He pulls you into his arms and embraces you into a soothing hug. You always feel safe and secure in his arms. As if nothing could ever hurt you when you’re enveloped in them. His arms are your safe place.

“I just wanted to prove myself to you, because I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“What are you talking about? You could never disappoint me, Bunny. Your body takes what it can take, and if you feel like you can’t, don’t hesitate to use your safeword. All I ever want is for you to be comfortable and safe. I want you to enjoy yourself when I’m doing my research.” He cradles your face between his big hands and strokes your face delicately.

“You did so well for me, my sweet patient. I’m so proud of you,” he declares. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before carrying you out of the lab, through the hallway, and all the way to the bedroom.

He lays you down on the soft bed and goes to the bathroom to grab a wet cloth to clean you up. He moves the cloth as gently as he can over your body, kneading your muscles underneath and making you relax instantly.

“How are you feeling right now?” he asks.

“Better, at least I’m not sore anymore,” you reply.

“Here, let me massage you,” he says while kneading your muscles expertly. 

“Thank you, Steve,” you sigh thankfully.

“What for?”

“For taking such great care of me, I’m so grateful to have you.”

“Anything for my patient. For my love,” Steve says as he traces every contour of your body. He moved to lay beside you, caressing your skin delicately with his fingertips, as if it were made out of porcelain. He nuzzles closer to you as he cuddles with you, burying your face into his neck.

“I’m so sorry for being jealous, but I can’t help myself. I need you to understand that I’m possessive when it comes to you, my sweet patient. Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you, except for me. You’re mine and mine only and I love you. I love you with everything I have. You’re my world, and I’d give you the universe,” he confesses while he holds you close.

“It’s okay, I understand. If I were you, I’d be like this too,” you laugh to lighten the mood. “And I love you too, Steve. You’re my lighthouse to guide me through my darkest nights, my safe place to feel sound and secure, my home to come back to. I love you so much that my heart aches when you’re not around me.” You look deep into his eyes as you speak, once again finding yourself lost in their depth. 

“God. You’re so perfect,” he says, looking at you. 

You trace the remaining bite marks on your neck. “Well at least, now everyone will know that I’m yours,” you tease with a giggle. You throw a leg around him, feeling loved and cherished. And that’s all that matters to you; you are loved, you are cherished, and you are his. 

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[linpunny]

Fever Dream

Hanma Shuji DC

A/N: It has been a long long time since ive written anything and actually posted it. Most of my content is fluff from Obey me! shall we date but ive always loved TR since it first aired. Ive been stuck with horrible writers block forever. BUT BOY DID HANMA HELP ME OUT OF IT. So please enjoy, i usually don't post any smut that i may or may not write or have saved in my drafts ! Reblogs over likes plz :3

Network: @enchantedforest-network

WC: 910

♡

TW/CW: DARK CONTENT: somnophilia, drugging, reader receiving while unconscious, unprotected sex, unconscious reader, non con, pussy slapping i guess but it only happens once, orgasm denial

established relationship, naive reader, penetrative sex, female reader with a kitty. No pronouns. 

PLEASE BE ADVISED THIS A DARK CONTENT /SMUT FIC!!! DNI MINORS 

“Shh…go back to sleep baby♡~” Hanma breathed hotly into the shell of your ear. Luckily for him you had been falling back to sleep so easily as of late-thanks to the special tea he gave to you each night. Laced with just enough sleeping pills to keep you lucid enough to think you were dreaming but strong enough to keep you from realizing just how naive you really were around him. 

You were now drifting to sleep, humming in response while Hanma smirked and gently placed a kiss on the back of your neck as he bullies the fat tip of his dick in between the warm folds of your pussy. The sin tattooed hand firmly digs into your hip holding you in place as he shutters burying his entire length inside you with ease. Your walls flutter tightly around him as he begins to shallowly thrust, setting an excruciatingly slow pace. Your body is well trained and immediately grinds down on him, your hips rolling to match his thrusts. 

“Dammit,....can’t get ‘nough of this pussy.”He groans into your neck, leaving small bruising kisses along your nape. 

Intoxicated was an understatement. Hanma was addicted to you. The shape of his dick was already molded into your pussy- no, his pussy and he loved how soft, sweet and wet you were for him. The best part was how easily he could control you at night while you dreamed. Your body is so pliable under his fingertips. For once he didn’t have to hold back or restrain himself unlike when you were awake. He wouldn’t dare to ever indulge his dark desires in fear of you leaving and realizing he was still the same rough street thug he was all those years back. 

He was already dangerously close to his release, and you whined in between the gentle breaths of sleep as his tip kissed the entrance of your cervix. “Shu-shu…ngh~”

You squirmed wildly, humping what you assumed to be a very life-like and very hard version of Hanma’s dick that you had only felt in your dreams. A slight sense of pain washed over your body as you felt something like a rough slap pulse through your clit, causing a pathetic moan to leave your parted lips. The overwhelming sense of pleasure quickly faded as another jolt of pain pinched and squeezed at your overly sensitive bud. You stirred slightly in your sleep, brows furrowed deeply, hands gripped tight to the covers as you begged aloud, voice cracking as you chanted his name over and over. Praying for Hanma to let you cum in between sleepy sobs. And like always your climax never came in these vivid dreams that you yearned for every night. 

Hanma wasn’t going to let you cum first like he always does. This wasn’t about your pleasure. It was about his. These late night sessions were about making you his personal cum dump.

‘Such an obedient slut’ He thought as he re-positioned you, rolling you onto your back. His golden eyes glowed with lust as he watched your breasts rise and fall as you whimpered in your sleep. He now hovered over you, hands on either side of your head caging you in between his large body as he dipped down to suck and nibble your plush lower lip. His lips worshiped you as he placed wet kisses along your jawline, down your neck and all over your chest. His punishment hand roughly cupped a breast squeezing just enough to hear you moan while his tongue licked over your perked nipples. Just the sight of you right now all laid out, body glowing from the sheen of your sweat, pussy slick from his cock was almost too much for him as he smiled with his eyes down at you. He truly loved this version of you. 

Hanma had done this enough to know that if he waited any longer you’d wake up and realize he was balls deep inside you without the condom that you nagged him to wear every single time you had conscious sex.  He hated not being able to fully feel how soft and wet you were for him. He needed to feel your pussy clenched so tightly around his cock as he edged you into submission. He just didn’t have the heart to tell you how badly he wanted to pump his cum into you.

He pried your legs open with his thigh, pushing your knees to your chest. He admired you for one last moment, dripping wet pussy on full display just for him. His cock leaked as he stroked himself, letting his predator-like gaze devour you before lining himself back up with your slit. He grunted as he bottomed out, thrusting repeatedly into the deepest part of you that he could. Your eager cervix easily accepted his thick bulbous tip as he painted your walls white, draining every last ounce of his thick milky cum into you. He pulls out and proudly smiles as he watches your gaping pussy dripping with his cum. 

Hanma really couldn’t let you know how rough he wanted to be with his sweet, caring, angel.  So instead he resorts to drugging his “pretty baby" and pumping you full of his cum, only to finger it out of you each morning before you awake. 

Not his proudest moment but Hanma couldn't stop. Why would he want to when your body keeps pulling him back every night for more?

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[dannystattoo]

I Like Shiny Things but I'd Marry You With Paper Rings

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: None

We love a drunk Vegas Wedding 🥰

“This might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever suggested,” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as you stumbled through the streets of Vegas, both more than a little intoxicated.

“Did you say no?” Danny asked you, lacing his fingers between yours and swinging your arms. 

“Well…no” you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you approached the gaudy Elvis themed chapel you’d found on Yelp. 

“What’s so funny?” You were both laughing now. 

“We’re gonna be such a cliche, oh my god,” the words came out slightly slurred. “We got drunk and ran away from our friends to get married in Vegas?” 

“We didn’t run away from them, they wanted to go back to the hotel. They’re kinda boring, aren’t they?”

“Probably smarter than us. The drive to the show tomorrow is gonna fucking suck.”

“As long as I’m good to perform tomorrow and you’re good to come and watch,” Danny shrugged. 

“Can I pass out on you in the bus tomorrow then?” 

“Of course”

“Perfect. So…are we doing this?” You’d been standing outside the chapel for a few minutes now and had yet to go in.

“Ready if you are, babe” 

“Danny we…we fucked up” you slurred slightly.

“What’dyou mean, honey?”

“We need witnesses, our friends left” 

“Shit. Ok, what if we just grab a couple people, I’m sure we can convince someone into witnessing a wedding in Vegas.” Danny, being the charismatic motherfucker he was, found a couple who was more than willing to follow you into he chapel and witness the ceremony. You promised them you’d be in and out as quick as you could, knowing you only needed a couple minutes.

As you both spoke with the Elvis impersonator out front, you took a minute to thank your past self for choosing something cute to wear tonight. It wasn’t a white wedding dress (not that you’d wanted a white one anyway), but you had chosen a flowy black romper that you thought fit the part well enough. Danny had worn his typical outfit for nights out, jeans and a button-up shirt (which was currently about half unbuttoned), but he could have worn anything and looked perfect to you. 

“Whatever service gets us out of here quickest. We promised these fine people we wouldn’t keep them for more than a few minutes.” 

You followed the Elvis-minister back into the chapel, which was as tacky as you’d expected. 

“So will you be doing your own vows, or would you like the traditional ones?”

“Ummm, traditional I guess, seeing as we don’t write any?”

“We’ll do our own,” Danny said at the same time.  

“What, babe, do you have secret vows written or something?”

“No, but you’re absolutely not vowing to honor and obey me.” You nodded, not really able to argue with that point. You remembered when the topic of marriage had come up previously, you’d mentioned how much you hated traditional, antiquated vows and insisted you needed to write your own. 

“You first, then” 

“Ok,” Danny sat for a second, tongue dancing across his lips as he thought. You were about to give him shit for being so confident about pulling vows out of his ass, but you thought better of it. 

“I’m not gonna come up with anything groundbreaking, but y/n, when I tell you meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me. I promise you’re stuck with me forever, I’m not going anywhere. I’m always gonna support you in the same way you have for me with music, no matter what. I promise we’ll go to so many concerts togther, I’m gonna take you all over the world - some day, I swear I’ll be touring and you can just travel all over with me…if you want, that is. I promise I’ll always try to be home on Halloween, I have to spend your favorite day with you, I could keep going, but really I'm just gonna do everything to give you the best life I can. I love you so much, y/n” 

Maybe it was the alcohol, as you weren’t usually an emotional person, but you caught tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. God, you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve someone like Danny.

“Well now I’m crying, you asshole,” you laughed. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to top that. I love you.” You suddenly realized you were most certainly still tipsy and you couldn’t think of a single other thing to say. Holding Danny’s hands, you leaned forward into his chest and started giggling. 

“Danny, I wonder every single day what I did to deserve you because you’re too good for me. I promise to you’re stuck with me forever too, through literally anything. I’m always going to your band’s biggest supporter, I’ll never get mad at you for having to spend time in the studio or on the road, and I’ll be at every single one of your shows I possibly can. I’ll always watch your sports with you, even if I don’t always know what’s going on. I might even consider learning how to golf so I can do more than sit in the cart and look cute. I'll be up for any new adventure, and we’re gonna live life to the fullest, I promise. I don’t have words for how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and I’m never gonna stop showing you that.”

The ceremony finished a few minutes later, with Danny quite literally sweeping you off your feet when he could finally kiss you. 

“Now what,” you asked once you’d left the chapel. It was the middle of the night, but being Vegas, you could have gone anywhere. 

“Back to the hotel?” Danny looked at you with a smirk. 

“Consumate the marriage?” you dished it right back. 

“Wait, babe, we need rings.”

“What?” you were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even process what he was talking about.

“We never got rings. We need rings. Well, actually, I have a ring for you when we get home, but we need ones now.”

“Baby, no we don’t, we can always get them later. We’re legal, we don’t need rings. I will need you to back up though, what do you mean there’s a ring at home?” 

“I was actually planning to propose to you sometime soon, I wasn’t exactly sure when, but I’ve known I wanted to marry you for a while. So there is a ring in my drawer, I just wasn’t sure when I wanted to do it. But then tonight I decided I didn’t wanna wait. I know I want to be with you forever, why put it off?” 

“Babe, what the fuck.” You were absolutely speechless hearing how much this man loved you. You grabbed his hand and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“We don’t need a ring, but we can get one somehwere if you want. You need one too. You know what, we can get them when we’re home, I think it would be fun to keep this our little secret for a while.” 

“You sure?”

“If you’re ok with that?” You immediately worried he thought you were ashamed that you’d eloped, or that you regretted it. 

“Oh yeah, if you are. We don’t need to tell anyone til we’re both ready. I know nobody was expecting us to get married, we weren’t even engaged.” 

You caught an Uber back to your hotel, you curling into Danny’s side the entire drive back. It was apparent you were sobering up, and the inevitable crash was coming. When you arrived at the hotel, Danny insisted on carrying you bridal style of to the room. You insisted right back that you could walk up, you were almost completely sober now, just exhausted, but he said it was part of the experience, there was no way he was going to make his bride walk up to the room herself. 

The whole ride up the elevator, you were both ready to start going at each other, but sadly, someone else got on with you all the way up to your room on the top floor. The second the door was closed and locked, Danny threw you on to the bed and you reached up to pull him on top of you. Just as he’d settled his knees between your legs and practically attached his mouth to your neck, his phone started buzzing on the other side of the room, a call clearly coming through. However, neither of you registered it. Not even a minute later, your phone started vibrating and the only reason you noticed it was because you’d forgotten it was still in your pocket. You reached down, but didn’t bother to see who it was, throwing it on the nightstand. At this point you heard Danny’s phone go off again, and you both realized at the same time someone was definitely trying to get a hold of you. 

“Go see who it is, make sure it’s not an emergancy.,” you sighed, letting go of his shirt you had been trying to finish unbuttoning. 

“Hey man, what’s up, is everything ok?…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I’m kinda busy…ok, ok, fine, I’ll be to your room in five, you owe me.”

“Who was that?” 

“Sam. Apparently he brought that girl he met earlier back to his room and the dumbass didn’t think to bring any condoms.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth upon hearing this. 

“Go help him out, I’ll be here waiting, maybe get changed into something else for you.” 

“Don’t, I wanna take you out of that myself,” he called from the bathroom. “Ok, I’ll be right back. Keep that on, Mrs.Wagner.” 

“I love the sound of that, get your ass back here soon baby.”  Oh, that man was going to run to Sam’s room and back. 

Somehow, all of your rooms had gotten completely separated and Sam just happened to be multiple floors below you on the opposite side of the hotel, so it would probably be about ten minutes until Danny returned. Of course, the second he was gone, you were hit the same exhaustion you’d felt in the Uber and you decided to get comfortable for a few minutes. You’d wake up the second Danny was back, you knew it. Of course, you’d underestimated how tired you were and within minutes you’d passed out. 

“Babe, I’m back, sorry about the -“ Danny found you curled up in bed, arms wrapped around the pillow and fast asleep. He smiled to himself, taking in how adorable you looked and thinking about the fact that he was going to get to come to bed with you every night for the rest of your lives. He striped down to his boxers, not caring about putting on anything else.

“Babe….baby…y/n?” 

“Hmmm?” you answered, half concious. 

“Let’s get your PJs on, huh?”

“No, I’m good,” you said, rolling further into the bed.

“You sure? You couldn’t stop complaining about having to wear a strapless bra all night.”

“Fine, you’re right.” You slowly, begrudingly, sat up, and let him help you get your romper off and change into one of his t-shirts. 

“Not what I had in mind when I said I wanted to get you out of that,” Danny laughed. 

“Sorry,” you said, already feeling yourself falling asleep again.

“It’s ok, bug, we have literally our entire lives.” He laid down next to you, pulling you right against him. You curled up right against him, tangling your legs in his and tucking your head into his chest. 

“I’ve said it so much tonight, but I love you so much,” you said, slurring your words now to to sleepiness rather than drunkeness.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wagner…god, I’m never gonna get tired of saying that. 

“I’m never gonna get tired of hearing it.” That was the last thing you said before you fell asleep, happie than ever about your drunk, impulsive decisions. 

#danny wagner #greta van fleet #greta van fic #daniel wagner #danny gvf #danny wagner x reader

[penguin--rat]

canine girl in all her doggy glory!! already posted her design and profile the other day, but i updated her profile and i want all her images in one post.. speaking of her profile, warning warning for talk of violence there more on canine (+ lyrics?!! Woah!!) under the cut:)

canine girl is inspired/an au of my oc alík, but i don't think it'd be wrong to say she's a different character alltogether? while the things she struggles with are things that alík does, too, she's more like.. idk ❤️only i can understand this ...

as you may have guessed by her warning, canine girl has violent intrusive thoughts, and feels extremely guilty for them, even if she never acts out on them. her profile doesnt get too into this .. since she feels that guilt and shame, i don't think she'd wanna share the details online .. or with anybody ever.. you know how it is 💥

her design is smth i struggled with greatly .. her mask is this

and as soon as i saw it on alíks pinterest board i was set on using it and im sooo happy i did!! i think it works greatly..!!! other notable things about her design, that im happy with, are mostly to do with her hoodie. her hoodie-ears are actual ears, shes just hiding them:) and its made to resemble a service dog vest!

you can't really see it in the 'fake screenshot' art, the first one, but she's got a kind of belt (harness ?) around her chest !! its around her shoulders too.. and her chain hanging from that could be interpreted as a leash ig ?? idk 💥💥you'll never understand sinister minds inner workings... another design-y thing is !! shes got her arms around herself in the fake screenshot, which is bc she's hiding her claws from you 💥her eyes are also made to resemblea wolfs:)

her pants are just like that bc its alíks fashion sense 💥and bc i think they fit! and i like them!! a little treat just for me:)

another thing that i wanna talk about is her profile!! its so !! chill !! the colours are warm and inviting, her info there is silly, she invites you to talk with her if you're struggling, shes got fun blinkies.. !! shes just having fun on a site hanging out and chilling .. its like that bc i wanted to show, even if in a little way, that intrusive thoughts arent indicative of a persons identity. canine's intrusive thoughts don't make her a bad person, they don't make her a rabid dog like she thinks, they just make her somebody with intrusive thoughts. shes more than her intrusive thoughts, you know ??

anyhow! the lyrics !! i wrote lyrics for a theoretical song that she would have, but Wont, because im not a songwriter. i might make a silly littly tune for her one day, like a minute long at most, most likey shorter, so these lyrics are what you get !! and also it was my second time writing actual lyrics (first time was 10 minutes before when i was writing lyrics for another tptm oc, unknown girl) so Dont be meanies... Ok... treat me niceys... her voice for this would be kohaku merry btw :3

warning, again, more specified this time: themes of violent intrusive thoughts, talk of violence, vague references to generational abuse

That I’m just like a dog, I know Got the leash and collar to show Tug it one way, then another I’ll obey you like no other

But obedience doesn’t cut it With teeth sharper than a razor blade The only way to be is afraid That’s what I say, anyway

Can’t say I’m sorry, not to you That’d scare me, letting you know  About your mangled body on the floor Still just a fantasy, nothing more

(Violent thoughts suppressed) Ineffective muzzle helps little (Violent needs repressed) ‘Cause my razors make it brittle It’s not on purpose, just my spittle Can’t help my second nature

(BEAT ME, FLAY ME, LEAVE ME DEAD PLEASE DO YOUR WORST, I BEG IT WON’T BE UNDESERVING TO BEAT A WILD DOG SENSELESS

GIVE IT YOUR ALL, YOUR EVERYTHING WE BOTH KNOW I’D DO WORSE WERE I NOT A DOG BUT SOMETHING LIKE I AM NOW, JUST SHAMELESS)

The carpet floor’s forever stained A family heirloom of violence and hate Trying so hard to reject that norm Can’t help but feel it’s all I’m destined for

Gotta stop myself with only a collar Can’t be like my father’s bully father So as long as you hold my leash I swear I’ll hide my deepest needs

Even if it’s not real, I fear You’ll reach into me and see All these sinful fantasies Of your bloody arteries I don’t mean them, believe me It’s just that this is all I know how to be A mutt that doesn’t know any better Only to claw and dismember

(Violent thoughts excessed) Maybe it’s just natural selection (Violent needs processed) Can no longer deny this connection That I’m just like a dog, I know Got all this shame to show

Your hands are only ever kind A stark contrast to my mind It’s not real, just thoughts, I know Adrenaline still fills me though

My collar thins, soon it will snap Go away, don’t want you here for that Your kindness is naivety My impending misery Your outstretched hand is prey Don’t say I didn’t warn you  Here comes the prophesised day Where the hand feeds no more

(WITH MY LEASH AND MUZZLE GONE YOU MISTAKE FOR A FAWN YOU THROW MY COLLAR TO THE FLOOR I BEG, PUT IT BACK ON NOT YOUR FAULT, BUT C’MON DON’T BE SO CRUEL AND SHOW ME I’M THE ONLY VICTIM TO MY FANTASY)

#tptm #the post traumatic manifesto #tptm oc #oc art #AT004-212 #kinda ? #eye contact #eye contact tw

[animentality]

Sorry if this has been asked before, but I'm curious. How much of a part do you think ketheric played in durge's downfall? I recently replayed moonrise and ketheric is smirking and gloating and the narrator even mentions he knows exactly who you are but will never tell. Gortash's memoirs indicate that they learned about the elder brain after visiting moonrise, and the warden says that durge only ever visited once and never left. Maybe durge and Gortash learned about the brain then just ran off to conspire together, giggling and plotting, and ketheric was just done? Especially since Durge and Gortash came up with the plan without him - leaving ketheric out while in his own domain. Plus, how did orin know they were even there? I can't see durge telling their underling about their plans. Did ketheric somehow find out about her and contact her like "I know how you can remove durge. Btw pretend to be Gortash, trust me"? She had no reason to be there. Plus the way ketheric smirks at durge, commenting "treat me like you would any other chosen" when it had been just him, durge, and Gortash previously, which is basically him saying to give him the respect durge gave Gortash. I feel like ketheric probably played a major role in it and I'm interested in your take on it. Thanks so much!

I never considered the double entendre of "treat me like you would any other chosen" and that was DEFINITELY Ketheric being a little cunty elf, like ok queen, I see you, I hear you, I feel that.

EDIT: Ok, I just checked, and he apparently says, "Obey me like you would any other chosen."

Which is less iconic. But still. Have a cookie for writing that little double entendre better than Larian.

Not so sure on the "obey" part in terms of durgetash though. I highly doubt the Dark Urge ever "obeyed" Gortash just, without question.

But as for if Ketheric was involved...I don't know.

He didn't seem particularly happy to have Orin on board. The plan really started unraveling when the Dark Urge was deposed too. I doubt he liked the power struggle. I don't think he really had a huge issue with the Dark Urge, all my joking aside, only because the plan was going along well when the three of them were working together.

Him smiling and being coy could just be him being amused at their state, since he's an asshole, and the last time the Dark Urge was at Moonrise, he was mad at them about something...

Although...to be fair...I guess we never did know why he was angry at them.

The Dark Urge specific scene says that the Dark Urge was "demanding" something from Ketheric.

But I don't think we ever really know what?

Like they were working together on their brain thing...the fuck were they annoyed about? What were they demanding?

Also...in the timeline where the Dark Urge just dies...Orin hikes their body all the way back to Baldur's Gate, fully intact?

She went all the way to Moonrise, then lugged it back?

I guess that's just nitpicking, but it doesn't totally make sense to me because, first off, I don't understand if Orin tadpoled Durge at moonrise or somewhere else. secondly, I just don't see why Ketheric would support an usuper instead of the Dark Urge.

Ketheric being a smug little bitch only because he hates you on principle would make SENSE. Because he definitely knew you got fucked, since Balthazar is his advisor, and he knows what happened to you. There's no way Balthy wouldn't have told Ketheric, right? So Ketheric just straight up didn't tell Gortash because he's an ass.

And he smirks at you because he's remembering how annoying you are, and he's glad to see that arrogant bhaalspawn put in their proper place.

But the story in terms of how/when the Dark Urge got tadpoled is very scattered! I am not the only person who's noted this. It's a MESS in terms of timelines. Especially where the Dark Urge is concerned.

I really don't know how involved Orin was in the Absolute Plan before she usurped the Dark Urge.

Was she their right hand, and thus, well known? It might make sense for Ketheric to hear her out...but again, I don't think he'd be fond of a power struggle?

Also.

You get tadpoled in the opening...but the Dark Urge is the first tadpole victim.

So I guess you had the misfortune of being tadpoled twice (ahaha, just kidding, this is a nitpick, I know it's the same for everyone).

More seriously though...so the Dark Urge seems to know Enver Gortash is the Chosen of Bane BEFORE they did their little Hall of Wonders date.

But Gortash says that their gods came to them in a dream? And named them as Chosens together, and to seek out Ketheric Thorm?

But then...then they didn't come up with the plan...they got sent to Moonrise...

"Together?"

But...the Dark Urge only went to Moonrise ONCE?

So????

It's CONFLICTING information! It gets even worse when you realize ok, so they went to Moonrise together (maybe?), found the mindflayer colony, realized they could enslave an Elder Brain, then decided to seek out Helsik to steal the Crown...but when they stole it, it's mentioned by Gortash that they "crowned" the Brain and THEN started the cult of the Absolute?

So the Dark Urge would be running through the streets murdering people????

So...where in the plan did the Dark Urge go missing?

So in short.

I really don't think Ketheric was involved in the Dark Urge disappearing...and insofar as, when and how did Orin kill them...

I don't know, but their body is literally in her bedroom if the Dark Urge dies in that timeline.

So...she never tadpoled them...then...who was the first victim?

And also. WHEN DID SHE DO IT?

AAAAARGH.

Anyway.

The wiki conflicts with info in the game, Gortash is a lying slut, the Dark Urge only has three notes and two of them are just thirsting over Gortash, and the other is inviting Orin to split their skull open...

We don't have any correspondence with Ketheric on the Absolute Plan because it's too early to find that out in act 2...

It's a mess, my guy (gn).

I don't even try to piece it together most of the time.

If anyone knows...dm or anon me, and we'll figure this out.

#enver gortash #ketheric thorm #dark urge #durgetash

[welshoot]

Twisted Wonderland and The Black Cauldron

This theory honestly seemed so far-fetched when I first came up with it before Twisted Wonderland got localized, but I felt like writing this so here we are.

There might just be a connection between Twisted Wonderland and  The Black Cauldron (film or novel). Before I get into the wild theorizing/analysis I would like to say that this post will contain major spoilers for the book and film of The Black Cauldron as well as for Twisted Wonderland, so proceed at your own risk. Also, this is going to be very long, so be forewarned

This entire theory comes completely from this image:

This is the mirror chamber from Twisted Wonderland, a room we seem to keep coming back to in terms of potential lore importance. I don’t really know why, but when I saw this image for the first time my mind immediately flew back to this:

I guess it’s something about the green stuff coming out the thing up top that reminds me of the titular black cauldron from one of Disney’s worst performing films, The Black Cauldron (1985). 

Now, The Black Cauldron (1985) is a bit of a dark spot on the history of Disney’s animated movies. All in all, it is generally forgotten and most everyone likes to pretend it doesn’t exist because of how poorly it performed when it came out compared to the amount of money Disney sank into it (at a $44 million it cost more than $40 million budget of The Little Mermaid [1989]). But, notably, The Black Cauldron (1985) also contains one of Disney’s most terrifying villains. The Horned King. 

Now, if you’ve never seen the movie or read the book, the Horned King intended to use the titular black cauldron to unleash an undead, immortal army and intends to become “A god between mortal men” (quote from the disney wiki page for the man himself). Interestingly, considering he’s wanting to amass an undead army, the Horned King is quite skeletal himself. Outside of that, there is very little known about this character. He is very mysterious, very evil, and is implied to have magical powers though he hardly ever uses them. An additional point of interest for the sake of this theory is the fact that the castle of the Horned King is in horrible shape. Sort of ramshackle if you will.

The film version of this villain is very different from the book version. The book version is not the primary antagonist, rather he is the antagonist's champion warrior until death. With that said though, he is still quite ominous. No one knows his name and his title comes from the horned mask he wears. In the book he doesn’t seem quite human and is rather bestial. Another potentially interesting point is that, in the film, his goons are identical to Maleficent's and he is connected to dragons.

Now, for this theory, the Horned King may or may not come into play, but the black cauldron itself is important. In both the book and the movie, the only way to destroy the black cauldron (and it is evil and needs to be destroyed so that the undead/immortal army can’t be made) is for a willing sacrifice to go into it and die. While in the movie, the sacrifice is saved this is not the case in the book.

Now, the whole undead immortal army thing makes me wonder about the overblot monsters. We know from Ignihyde that the blot monsters can exist after the death of their host which makes them a sort of undead immortal monster. They also seem to be wholly obsessed with magic, and the magic mirror of NRC is suggested to be incredibly unique and very magical. So, if the green thingie under the mirror is the cauldron, it might be possible that the overblots are happening to form an undead/immortal army that will obey whoever holds that mirror simply because they themselves want the magical power of the mirror. In such a case, the only way to stop such an army would be to destroy the cauldron (i.e. give it a willing sacrifice). The only question is, who?

In the Disney film, the willing sacrifice (who was brought back to life because it is a kid’s move, albeit a sort of creepy one) was Gurgi. He sacrificed himself so that the protagonist (Taran) wouldn’t sacrifice himself to save his friends. Gurgi was, simply put, an ever hungry, greedy about food, cowardly, and cheerful but annoying sidekick to the lead. It’s never really explained what, exactly, Gurgi is but h had blue eyes and was small and fluffy. Here’s a picture:

Now, we have to consider Grim here. Small animal companion, constantly hungry and greedy for food, fairly cheerful but with a penchant for being annoying, has blue eyes, and we don’t really know what he is. If the theory that each character in Twisted Wonderland has two inspirations (one heroic and one villainous) is true, then Gurgi may very well be part of Grim’s inspiration. And if that’s the case he would be a likely candidate for the willing sacrifice. If that is the case, the situation would probably have something to do with stopping the Prefect from sacrificing themselves (or something).  

In the book version of things the sacrifice is the jerkish, second prince Ellidyr. He is not revived and he sacrifices himself as a way of making atonement. Character-wise, he is the edgy character for the book, though notably he is also a more complicated character for the series. He is also incredibly strong for unexplained reasons, has a deeply hidden sense of honor, and if he sets himself a goal he will see it through. And, as a final character note, he is the foil to the protagonist of the tale.

Now, Ellidyr’s character can match up with several different individuals in Twisted  Wonderland, making it hard to say who any other potential willing sacrifice candidates might be. It could be Leona, a rather jerkish second prince, but he would need a specific reason. It could also be a tie-in to whoever’s hand the player took at the start of the game. However, there is one final option who is present simply due to the virtue of their placement in the story. The Prefect.

While everyone else has shades of villainy, the Prefect is implied to be the most upstanding person at NRC, though they may manipulate others if they feel forced (Octavinelle Chapter and forcing Leona’s hand into helping). As such, their position as outsider in a world with no identifiable way home and resident nice person does unfortunately put them squarely on the chopping block as a sacrifice. Especially since it is implied that they are becoming friends with the various characters at NRC.

There is also the idea of: does someone even want to create any army of overblot monsters? And, to be honest, I really don't even want to consider the implications of such a thing or go into to trying to figuring the who and why of that question, plus this post is already pretty long.

In the end, this is just a wild theory that I thought was rather intriguing since I personally think it would be very amusing if Twisted Wonderland made use of Disney’s black sheep movie in such a pivotal way for the plot. With that said, I highly doubt such a thing will come to pass, though I would find it incredibly amusing.

#Twisted wonderland #The black cauldron #Twst #Twisted wonderland theory #analysis #The black cauldron (1985) #Disney movie #Disney #theory #mywritings #The Black Cauldron book #Chronicles of Prydain #disney tw #The Horned King #Gurgi #Prefect

[yonemurishiroku]

Hi there! Not sure if you did this before, but how about some really angst Nico fics?

You have come to right place.

Actually no I don't think so. I mean. Literally 90% of my blog is just angst. What type of angst are we talking about here bc I have many from all ratings and pairings you're not making this easy---

I guess I'd just put some general thing here...?

Spare the Rod by GwendolynStacy: Nico-centric, Demeter curses Nico, forcing him to obey whatever the others say and also rendering him helpless to ask for help. It's straight-up a bunch of angst. Gods Nico needs a hug. This hurts me physically. Oh boy.

and the fierce reluctance of disastrous stars by nottesilhouette: Nico encoutering Luke's ghost in Tartarus.

Healing the Dark series by anxiousastronaut18 (Solangelo, TW: Self-harm, Physical Assault, Suicidal thoughts... the whole bunch)

Not Yet Living, But Not Quite Dead by altar_boy (Jasico, trans ftm Nico, Unexpected Pregnancy): This focuses largely on Body Dysphoria and let me tell you this fic is heavy. Like. It took me a while to finish it bc the topic, the writing... it makes me have to put down my phone and breathe for a while bc otherwise I'd just keep crying. Nico goes through so much. It feels like a dead-end sometimes. Proceed with caution, but overall I'd say it's a good fic!

The first time, the last time by Joana789 (hints of Jasico): Nico dies.

Your Life in Reverse series by wewhofightmonsters (One-sided Percico, later reciprocated). My fav is actually Fire Bringer which takes Prometheus' POV telling Percico's story. I cried.

The Most Beautiful Sound I've Ever Heard by ewtp (Solangelo): A bunch of angst. Will's trying to help.

Dreams by Phelpsgirlxxx: Nico's in pain and Apollo wants to help.

Dream a Little Dream of Me by LacyFairgold: Again, angst. But at least they're trying.

playin' peek-a-boo with the devil these days by antlsepticeye: Nico finds out Jesus is really and that he was abandoned all this time. Catholic!Nico I think?

I'm so sorry if this feels like a jumble but srsly I have a lot bookmarked and it's hard to dig all up without a clear instruction on what to find. 😭😂😂 And I mean like the PJOverse itself is pretty much a Hurt/Comfort work for Nico anw, as if House of Hades isn't painful enough----

Nevertheless, hope you have a good time reading!!!

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[gayerthanevertbh]

it was never me

pairings | teacher!natasha x reader

requested by anon | Hii, can you write a fic about married teacher!Natasha x student!reader where Nat’s (husband or wife) caught them in the act?

summary | you were the teacher’s pet, she was obsessed with you. not until when you saw someone looking through the door while she had you in her hands, you felt frightened. it was as if you saw a ghost, a very bad one.

warnings | 18+! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! DARK!NATASHA, age difference (not stated), smut, toxic!natasha, arguing, mentions of rape (never happened) and slight angst. 

notes | this has to be the most unhinged thing i’ve ever wrote, i got away with it. i hope this is okay for the anon’s request, i hope you enjoy this! or probably not

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“Are you done with your homework?” I looked up to see Natasha who has her eyes on her book but her words were slurred with a hint of sultry in her voice; kind of seducing me in a way that makes my body fall for her. Ever since I turned eighteen almost two months ago, she made a move on me. And when I said a move on me, she touched me inappropriately when I was held back after class. Of course, I liked it. Oh, I liked it so much that I was squirming underneath her touch. She was my teacher, I was her student. Her favorite student makes me look like a pet of a supervisor. I guess I could say what we’re doing is unhinged, but meaningless to say that we both liked it.

Natasha Romanoff never talked about her personal life. It was always me who had to open up. While we would make love – as her term – she would lick me like a brothel, touching me as if she owned me. I was completely hers, maybe my body was; but never me.

“Yes,” I responded in a small voice, she smiles at me. Devilishly, hungrily, and obsessively. She stated, “Come up to my desk, sit on the edge of it.”

Obeying like a student, I slowly sat down on the edge of her oak desk, feeling the cool wood against the back of my thighs since I’m wearing a floral skirt for this school day. It was a bit short, but not in a way that would certainly catch attention. Although she did see my skimpy outfit, I know she’ll be upset. She comes in front of me and opens my legs – looking down in between them. She looks back up, and smiles once more; but this time, it was the smile of a vile creature. A vampire who needs to get their blood for their thirst, the quench of it.

“Did you miss me?” she whispered, her nose touching against the skin of my neck as her hands made their way downwards to my waist – pulling me utterly close. I whimpered quietly near her ear, making her feel that libido that has been clawing inside of her ever since I walked through that door of her classroom. She cannot count how many times she has fantasized about fucking me in her house; locking me up just to fuck me, to touch me until I could no longer feel her hands. “I want to corrupt you so bad, baby. You know you’ll always be my favorite student.”

I knew that very well, too well. The thought of her taking my first in everything made me realize how possessed she was toward me, I don’t even think that’s love. I never thought it was in the first place. But knowing how naive I was; falling in love with her was something I’d always expected. She kisses my neck, and hearing the small smack against my skin made my core insanely wet. Natasha pulls away and trails her fingers from the inside of my thigh until her thumb goes across my clothed clit.

“You’re my favorite,” she repeated, this time with a desperate growl as she kissed my inexperienced mouth that lingered so painfully well; my hands were holding onto her crimson red locks. She mumbles onto my lips, “You’ll become my wife, my only wife. I love you, I love you…”

This was a statement of infatuation, not love. From the moment I turned eighteen, “Ms. Romanoff” has taken interest in me. After a week of my birthday, I remember her groping my ass and apologizing because she thought it was someone else – when she damn well knew it was me. At first, I thought that whatever she did was wrong but finally; I’ve become fully succumbed to her, I’ve fallen in love with her. Being the book genius I am and highly educational, I knew this love affair or whatever it was was is wrong – awfully wrong. But she would never admit that because she’s in love with me.

My heat has grown inside of me; it was as if an electric strike has toured through my core, chest, and my breasts – especially my thighs. She pushes my sheer panties aside and spreads her fingers through my labia, feeling the stickiness on the tip of her fingers that she loudly groaned from the feeling. Whimpering, she said: “Oh baby, am I going to have to break you in again?”

She was no dummy, in fact – she was an eloquent woman who knew what to say most of the time. But right now, god she knows how to say most of the slang words that are from the urban dictionary. Like how dominant she was, Natasha knows how to get me all flustered and begs for her. She pushes two fingers inside of my wet heat, causing me to whimper into her mouth.

“Oh god,” I breathed, nearly closing my eyes when she kept pushing her fingers inside of me so beautifully and so well that I almost couldn’t breathe. She watches me and smiles, almost in a likeful grin. Then, I could feel her lips on the corner of my mouth and whispered: “You’re the only girl I’ll ever corrupt, no one else is for me other than you. I promise.”

She began to pound her fingers inside of my wet heat, almost making the desk shake with each thrust. I could hear her grunt, whispering: take it all, baby, or no boy will ever defile you except for me and it completely turned me on. I was holding her for my dear life while her expert fingers drilled into me, curling them furiously like a dog in heat. We got so lost in this translation that, I didn’t notice that someone was looking at us from the square-shaped window. Natasha forgot to bring down the blinds.

We both made eye contact while she was pounding her fingers inside of me; her other hand pressing onto my lower stomach. Her face seemed calm, nonchalant. But I could feel that there was a fit of seething anger that was ripping out of her chest. And once I clench around Natasha’s fingers, the woman looked down briefly.

“Oh fuck!” Natasha whimpers into my neck and holds me there, almost in a crying act. Her hips twitched, assuming that she came from how tight I was around her. And while she was having her climax, all I could do was stare at the woman who was just watching us. I didn’t have time to tell Natasha to stop the innuendo act, nor even speak up about it. Maybe I was too ashamed or probably because there was a woman standing there that wanted to come inside. And she did, making Natasha pull away from my neck with a terrified face.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing when I expect you to come home at the right time?” the woman asked, having her arms crossed. Natasha looks at me and then at the woman; I expected that she was nervous. With curiosity, I asked: “Natasha?”

The older woman walks close to the woman and tries to touch her forearm, but she took a step back – shaking her head. As the confusion died, I realized something. This wasn’t just some woman, no. If she was just some woman, she wouldn’t be acting like that. Perhaps this was her partner? Girlfriend? And certainly, I felt like I was never her first.

“Wanda, honey–”

She slaps Natasha’s face with pursed lips, creating this loud smack! Inside the room that almost made me flinch. I clung to my body to myself, whimpering quietly when I do finally have this deep realization that I’m also just as fucked up as Natasha is. I watch as Natasha touches her cheek, turning around to me and then to her, saying: “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Wanda–”

“You’ve been fucking a student?” Wanda asked, almost in a shriek – her index finger pointing at her face with a wave of demeaning anger. “You are so low, Natasha! A student? I would’ve understood if it was anyone else but–a student? That is the most perverted thing you’ve ever done, how could you?”

“I’m sorry honey,” she whispers, almost kneeling, but she kept herself in that state – apologizing was the only weakness she could ever offer. She chants, “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. It’s–I love her, Wanda!”

Wanda made eye contact with me once again but there was no tension between us, it was as if she almost felt utterly bad for me. That her heart aches with what happened, knowing that someone so old could corrupt me like that. She shakes her head and walks toward me, but we had a good distance.

“How old are you?”

I was afraid to answer her that my body starts to shake in fear, whimpering quietly as I’ve been at this emotion for quite a while. She tilts her head slightly and pinches her thumb and index finger onto her nose bridge. I stammered with an unmelodic tone, “Eighteen, ma’am.”

“And when did this happen?”

“A month ago,” I whispered, lowering my head down. Adding, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Romanoff… I didn’t know–She wouldn’t tell me anything.”

Although I couldn’t see her reaction, I can deeply think that she was disappointed and angry at the same time. And when I lift my head up, I watch as she turns around to look at Natasha again. But this time, she felt weak when she took two steps toward her wife. I hear her say, “We’re done. And I will report this to the police, she’s going to be away from you.”

Natasha scoffs and grabs her wife’s wrist, almost hurting her in a way that she would never hold like that. Unless this is something new that I’ve never seen from her, a side that she never behold within my innocent eyes. She yells, “You can’t do that! You’ll put her in danger, let me be happy with her!”

Wanda pushes her off with a spit of anger, responding: “That girl is twenty years younger than you, do you know what you’re putting her through? You’ll be accused of statutory rape. Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now?”

“I never did that,” Natasha responded, her voice bellowing down as she heard those two disgusting words. She looked at me and shakes her head – tucking her lower lip through her teeth as if scared that she’ll let you go. “Baby, tell her I never did that to you. You know it was full-on consent.”

I nodded, which was the truth. Natasha never touched me without my consent, and if she did – she’ll immediately apologize and ask me if I wanted to keep her going. It was all my decision too, I don’t realize how this is also her fault. We were both in this, she should be punishing me too. I was old enough to understand what I was getting into, but never the consequences that could be held accountable.

“It was ma’am,” I tell Wanda, who didn’t seem convinced. We stood there for a fat minute of silence, my eyes watching the wife intently; not knowing what her next move was. Perhaps she’ll put Natasha in jail, which I don’t see the reasoning for that. She never touched me inappropriately nor even showed an interest when I was still a seventeen-year-old girl. Well, I don’t know that. She has never mentioned it or even given me the look of it.

Eventually, I hear her saying in a heartbreaking voice, “I won’t be involved with your affair, Natasha. But just so you know, we are done.”

“Good,” she laughs, crossing her arms boldly. Remember when I said Natasha was eloquent? Maybe not right now since she’s making a horrible decision to stay with me; but if I had to be honest with myself, I wanted her to stay. “I never loved you.”

When Wanda left, I sat down on the cold floor; my back pressed against the schoolroom door. Natasha looks down at me and kneels, holding both of my knees as she kissed each of them. I could feel tears running down my eyes with such guilt that I created between us, maybe this was my fault. They could’ve had a happy marriage but instead – I was in the way. I could feel her sitting beside me and pulling me closer to her body, my head resting against her shoulder as she whispers: “No one will take you away from me, Y/N. I love you, I love you so much.”

This was a talk of an infatuated woman who is deeply in love with your body, but never you. It was never me, it was my body. And it does show since all she could do is touch me, but I also could be wrong with that hypothetical statement in my mind. I cling to her as if it was the last thing I would do.

“You know I’m not using you for your body, my little kotenok,” she says, trying to reassure me with the softest voice she could ever produce while having her hands patting the side of my head. “She doesn’t mean anything to me, you do.”

It was never me.

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Healing the Scars (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff

Warning: Mentions/flashbacks of past toxic relationship, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, mild angst.

Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei​

Prompt: During movie night in House of Lamentation Asmo chooses a romantic movie, which contains scenes of cheating or relationships with a lover. That triggers MC, so they’re quietly escaping to cry in their bedroom and Mammon goes after them. MC explains why the movie upset them, and Mammon comforts them. Later, MC and Mammon are already in relationship.. MC DO trust Mammon after all +)) I’d like it to be the situation where Mammon acts as a trustworthy partner. 

A/N: Hi lann! Thank you for the commission! 💖You always put so much thought into your requests, and that makes it fun for me to write your ideas. Hope you are doing well, and life is giving you all the happiness you deserve. 🤗

Word Count: 2,635

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“What?” You asked them for the third time, acting as if you didn’t hear them correctly the first two times. 

With a heavy, slightly irritated sigh, Satan repeated his words, “Mammon is cheating on you.” 

For just a moment, your face became void of expression, but much to Asmo and Satan’s surprise, your shoulders began to shake, your laughter echoing through the grand foyer of the House of Lamentation. 

“Asmo, Satan, since where did you learn how to make jokes?” You asked, wiping away the tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. “Props to whoever is teaching you.” 

Not expecting such a reaction from you, the brothers exchanged a puzzled look before turning their gaze to you. The Avatar of Wrath, still confused by your expression, questioned, “Do you trust Mammon that much?” 

“Yes.” Your straightforward reply further stunned them, but neither of them spoke as they waited for you to expand on your answer. “Mammon would never hurt me.”

That wasn’t the exact reply they were looking for, but Asmo cupped his cheeks and squealed in delight, “That is too sweet!” 

A light shade of red crept on your cheeks as a delicate smile tugged on your lips, “Mammon is the best thing that has ever happened in my life.” 

With those words, you closed your eyes - who would have guessed that the worst day in Devildom would have led to the best moments in your life. 

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“Which one of ya is choosin’ the movie tonight?” Mammon asked while shifting his gaze between the first, third, fourth, fifth, and seventh brother. 

“Does it matter?” Belphie replied, sinking into the sofa and preparing to take a nap. 

“He’s asking because he doesn’t want to watch a horror movie,” Levi chuckled.

“I am picking the movie tonight, and there will be no horror movies," Asmo replied as he shuffled through the large DVD collection on the other side of the room. 

“So we’re going to watch a gross sappy movie,” the third brother mumbled under his breath. “Great.” 

“At least it ain’t a horror movie...,” Mammon added, throwing his head back onto the sofa headrest and staring at the ceiling. “Not that Mammon the Great is scared of horror movies or anythin’...” 

The room grew silent aside from the sound of Asmo shuffling the plastic DVD cases. Comforted by the silence, the brothers on the sofa felt their muscles relax as they let the weight of gravity sink their usually tensed bodies into the cushions. The week was finally over, and they could let go of every difficulty they faced and look forward to the upcoming week. Nothing could disturb their moment of peace...except you entering the room and declaring at the top of your lungs, “Popcorn’s here!”

Lucifer let out a sigh and massaged his temples, but luckily for him, everyone got situated quickly, and the movie began shortly after. The movie began with a comedic scene, making you laugh, and for the first quarter of the film, you were enjoying yourself, but soon, the romance kicked in. 

Mammon, on your left, noticed you shifting in your seat out of his peripheral vision but didn’t want to ask you any questions in the presence of his brothers. Every so often, he took a break from the movie to observe your expressions and noticed your discomfort growing - from changing seating positions to nervously tapping your hand on your thighs to staring at your hands to looking around the room. Mammon wasn’t the only one - Lucifer, on your right, also noted your behavior. 

Then came the scene in which a side character accused the main character of cheating, and their fight grew uglier by the second. You dug your nails into your palms to divert your attention from the fight, but it was already too late - your mind had drifted to the dark place you loathed from the bottom of your heart. 

“Cheating is okay. There’s nothing wrong with giving a little attention to someone else for a while. It will only add to our relationship. Besides, why are you upset, (y/n)? You love me, don’t you? Just as much as I love you.”

“Pain? How old are you? Ten? As an adult, you shouldn’t feel pain. That’s a sign of weakness.” 

“Pain, distress, and jealousy are signs of being mentally weak. It’s not right to have those emotions, and if you feel them, it’s your own fault. Learn to control your mind...and stop being weak.” 

Your eyes stung, and your vision grew blurry, and in a flash, you jumped to your feet before running out of the room. The demon brothers tensed up for a second and stared in the direction of the exit, except Mammon. He hopped to his feet, knocking the tub of popcorn in the process and chasing after you. Asmo stood up to follow his older brother, but Lucifer commanded everyone to stay where they were and watch the movie. 

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‘Why? Why did I let him treat me that way? Why didn’t I stand up for myself? Everything he said and did was to hurt me...yet, I let him mistreat me. All those years of feeling weak and worthless...I thought I was over it, but...some scars just don’t heal - no matter how many times you try to bandage them.’ 

Mammon flung open your bedroom door and ran into the room but stopped in his tracks when he saw you on the bed crying your heart out. Each sob shook the strings of his heart and only made him question himself more - what could he do to take away your pain? Though he didn’t know the answer, the demon dragged his feet closer to you and sat down on the ground beside your bed. 

“I know this is a stupid question, but are ya ok? Um...that’s my way of askin’ if ya wanna talk to me ‘bout it. I’m all ears,” his voice was gentle with a hint of pain and nervousness. 

At first, you hesitated, but upon feeling the warmth of his large hand on top of yours, followed by a reassuring squeeze, you revealed the scars on your heart - one by one. 

“I was in a toxic relationship before. My boyfriend cheated on me every chance, Everything he did was right, and anything I did was wrong...” 

“Are you happy?” Your boyfriend gave you a nasty glare as he stood above you in front of the sofa you were relaxing on. You gave him a clueless look, adding to his anger, “Why are you such a nuisance!? Why do you always call at the worst time possible? Thanks to you, my lover broke up with me.” 

He clutched his fists, his expression growing darker by the minute, “Tears...are those tears in your eyes? You...You are so insufferable! Your crying is insufferable! Your emotions are insufferable!”

“He did all he could to control my emotions...and the worst part is, I let him convince me I was wrong. I tried to improve myself...I tried to be quiet and understanding...told myself everything was fine and perfectly normal. I tormented myself mentally and suffered mental breakdowns...”

In a dark corner of your room, you hugged your knees closer to your chest and rested the back of your head against the wall. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but a steady stream poured out onto your cheeks. 

“If you feel distressed, that’s your problem.”

Tilting your neck forward, you put a little space between your skull and the wall before jerking your neck back and colliding the back of your head with the wall. 

“Your tears make me not want to love you.” 

You moved your neck forward again and hit your head against the wall with more force - once, twice, thrice.

“You shouldn’t feel pain.”

Your brain yelled enough, but once more, you slammed your skull as hard as you could. As the pain reverberated through your head and neck, a small voice whispered in your ear, “See, you do feel pain. It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

Resting the sore spot on the back of your skull against the wall, you screamed.

“I even thought to end...it all...”

Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough. No more. No more. No more. With a trembling hand, you picked up a knife on the kitchen counter and stared intensely at the shining metal. It will all be over. Everything will be over. For the best. 

Through the invasive thoughts, a small frightened voice gathered enough courage to speak up. Please don’t. It’s not your fault. It never was, so please don’t. 

“Somewhere in my heart, I knew that voice was right. Why was I hurting myself when I wasn’t at fault? So, I put the knife down that day and went to the doctor. As expected, they advised me to break up with him...and I did.” 

This whole time, Mammon sat perfectly still, not moving a muscle - not on his body, not on his face. His mind was blank, and his breath was ragged. He never expected to hear such words from you, but what you said next shook Mammon to the core.

“Since then, I was too scared to date anyone...I still am. I can’t trust anyone, but most of all, I don’t want to get hurt again. That’s why, after the breakup, I told myself I would never fall in love or trust anyone. Ever again.” 

Was this your way of telling him that he didn’t stand a chance with you? No. You weren’t going to do this to him - he wouldn’t let it happen. Mammon turned his body towards the bed, got on his knees, and placed his hand on your upper back. 

“Y’know, you can’t group all men together with your shi*ty ex. Not all guys are like that...I’m not like that,” he mumbled under his breath. “I’ll change your mind about me...you just wait.” 

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At the end of the day, you still had no idea why Asmo and Satan said Mammon was cheating on you, but you chuckled at the thought. Snuggling into his bedsheets, you let Mammon’s soothing scent fill your lungs. “He would never do that to me, but what is taking him so long?” 

An hour later, your boyfriend entered his room while mumbling about his photo shoot finally being over. He was ready to drop onto his mattress and spend time with you in dreamland; instead, Mammon found you fast asleep on his bed. For a second, he stood in shock, but soon after, a warm smile danced on his lips. “Ain’t ya lookin’ cute...” 

He carelessly tossed aside his clothes before sliding into his pajama pants while watching your angelic face. Careful not to wake you up, Mammon crawled into bed behind you, wrapped an arm around your sleeping form, and buried his face in your hair. There was no way he would cheat on his beloved human, especially since you trust him with all your heart. He promised he would never break your trust, and that’s what he planned to do - now and forever. 

The following morning, you woke up to find Mammon fast asleep, and he looked dead tired. Did he come home really late last night? Not wanting to wake him up, you placed a soft kiss on his lips and got ready, but the events of the previous day still lingered in your mind. You kept questioning why Satan and Asmo said Mammon cheated on you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but why would they pull such a prank on you? 

Right on cue, Satan waved to you from the other side of the dining room. “ “Good morning, (y/n). Will you please follow me? There’s something you need to see.” 

The fourth brother led you to Asmo’s room, where the Avatar of Lust greeted you with a bright smile and hug. Then, he pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and handed the device to you. 

“What is this vide-” Before you could finish your question, you saw Mammon standing next to a beautiful succubus. “Isn’t this the model he had a photo shoot with yesterday?”

“Heya Mammon, it was an honor working with you. You are honestly just as handsome as I have heard.” She giggled while twirling her index finger into her lengthy curls. “My friends are going to be so jealous when they see the photos from our photoshoot.”

“It was nice workin’ with ya. Um...thanks. Look, I’ve to get back home. It’s already late, and (y/n)-”

She put her hand on his chest, and with a swing of her hip, the succubus stepped in front of him. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

Your eyes narrowed and lips pursed, not at her actions but at seeing Mammon’s uncomfortable expression. Wasn’t it obvious to her that he didn’t like her touching him? Asmo and Satan expected you to get angry or say something; instead, you quietly continued to watch the video. 

“Mammon, do you think I am beautiful?”

“Everyone’s beautiful in their own way. ‘sides, to be a model you’ve to be good lookin’.”

“Then how about coming to my home? We can have a fun night~ just you, me, and my bed. What’s with that nervous look? Don’t worry. Your human will never find out.”

Your grip on Asmo’s phone tightened as your shoulders tensed up, but you refused to look away from the screen. Though you were immersed in the video, you thought you heard Asmo say something along the lines of “here comes the best part.”

Mammon gently pushed away the succubus’s hand and stepped away from her, his face void of any expressions. “I’m not interested in goin’ anywhere with ya or anyone else. My human is waitin’ for me, and the only place I want to be right now is sleeping next to my human, holdin’ them in my arms.”

The video ended there, but you continued to stare at the screen as your mind carefully pieced everything together. Asmo slowly took his phone out of your hands while Satan chuckled, “We were only testing you, but seems like you were right to trust him.” 

He kept your trust. Mammon kept your trust. Tears pooled into your eyes as your cheeks and nose shined a bright red. Without wasting another second, you spun in your heels and dashed out of Asmo’s room while wiping your eyes with the back of your right hand. When you reached Mammon’s room, you flew down the stairs and jumped on his bed right on top of him. 

Your boyfriend stirred and let out a groan, “(Y/n)...lemme sleep...”

“S-Sorry, but Mammon...I’ve to tell you something...” 

“What?”

“I love you. I love you very much.” 

He slightly opened his eyes as a smile found its way onto his lips, “I love ya too...now lemme sleep. Also...you’re not goin’ anywhere...” 

Mammon tied his arms around you before returning to slumberland. Knowing he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, you cuddled into his chest and listened to the rhythm of his heart. 

Since the day you poured your heart out to him, Mammon had worked hard every day to not only gain your trust but also heal your wounds. You had your doubt and fears - what if he hurt you too, would you be able to bear the pain - but in the end, you decided to push aside those thoughts and trust him. That was the best decision you could have taken, and you thanked your past self for believing in him. No matter how deep your scars are, if you find the right person, they can heal the scars; and your right person was in front of you - your beloved Mammon. 

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