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Perfume shots

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Pairing: Connor (RK800)/Female Reader

Word count: 5,636

Rating: Explicit ( 18+ )

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight overstimulation, breeding kink, some fluff etc

Summary: It's a late Friday night, and the infamous deviant hunter slash Android Detective from your criminal psychology lecture has been downing a blue drink all by himself at your local bar.

With some liquid courage, and a long list of easily seduced lovers to back you up, you've decided to set your aim on your ridiculously hot Android professor for the night.

It was really not that hard. You’d just have to walk up to the bar, pretend like he wasn’t there until after you ordered your drink, and when you conveniently did notice him then, you’d just be like, totally cool about it.

Oh, it’s you. The infamous android detective slash deviant hunter who gave a fantastic lecture about criminal psychology for my college class about five hours ago. What a crazy coincidence! Totally didn’t see you there, Mr Anderson.

Yeah, right.

You chugged the rest of your beer, setting the glass down on the table again a touch harder than necessary. Your friends were still trying to talk you out of making a move on your hot android professor with a list of good reasons, but you weren’t exactly the type to be stopped by something as boring as logic. Also, Connor wasn’t technically your professor. He was just traveling the country and giving lectures around different colleges. So, of course, you’d base all your stubborn determination on a technicality, because why wouldn’t you?

You’d been anything but shy during your time in college, but even though you’d effortlessly seduced several men just for the fun of it, this felt completely different. There was an obvious power dynamic with Connor that thrilled you more than you’d liked to admit. He was older and smarter, and whether you liked it or not, he had taken the similar role of a professor that made this just as inappropriate as you denied it to be. Not just any professor though: an infamous fucking android with thirty years of detective work to back up that annoyingly handsome face of his. You’d never slept with an android before, but even with that charming face and his distracting hands to give you an idea or two, you began to wonder about the rest of his anatomy.

This would either be the worst decision of your life, or the best fuck it impulse to ever win this silent battle inside you, because you’d decided that you were really doing this. You would walk up to the android like you hadn’t thirsted over him like a horny teenager with an embarrassing crush on their hot teacher. And if you were really lucky, Connor wouldn’t even know that you’d been in his class at all. Maybe he’d just take you home and fuck you like any other one night stand coming his way. If he was equipped for that at all, that is.

A girl could dream.

He’d been making polite small talk with the bartender all night, and while you sat in a booth with two of your discouraging friends in the dimly lit bar, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. And how could you? Connor was like something out of a really mysterious, sexy, dream. He sat all by himself with his head hanging low, wearing the same suit you’d seen him in earlier at his lecture while he drank something that you guessed was the android equivalent to booze. There was a subtle but appealing contrast to the put together look from earlier, though. He was looking a touch disheveled and messy with his tie loose around his neck and his hair sticking out in a way that looked like he’d ran his hand through it. He had. You knew because you’d been observing him since the moment he walked into the bar. You’d definitely not missed the melancholy of him, either. Connor was brooding in a way that would be incredibly easy to miss if you only payed attention to his polite personality.

For some reason, he was even more appealing and interesting to look at now, and it certainly didn’t help that the spotlights focused on him over the bar counter. It was like God, or the devil, was pointing at him. Telling you to walk up to him.

And so help you god, you finally did.

You’d only had two beers, but it was enough to make you ignore your two friends whisper screaming at you to sit down as you not-so-smoothly slid out of their weak grasps and the booth to walk up to the bar counter. Connor didn’t pay you any mind at first, and you tried to match his nonchalance. Your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned in over the counter to order two jäger shots from the bartender, and just like you’d planned earlier, you only glanced over at him after you’d ordered. He was definitely looking at you then, but just long enough for it to be perfectly casual. He was back to sipping his bright blue drink when your tipsy brain decided that it was the perfect ice breaker.

“ That’s an interesting drink, ” you pointed out, glancing between him and the blue liquid.

Connor glanced at you.

“ I could say the same about your order, ” he quipped.

Fucking hell, his voice alone was enough to make you feel hot all over.

“ You’ve tried jäger? ” you asked, curious how he knew anything about human flavors at all.

“ No, ” he admitted, “ Although, humans have described it as drinking perfume, if that’s anything to go by. ”

You couldn’t help but to smile when he smirked, his brown orbs glancing at you from the corner of his eye. It was enough to have you feeling a touch bolder than was probably good for you. Connor definitely knew something about perfume, though, because his cologne was just another thing that filled your head with all sorts of inappropriate thoughts.

“ And how would you describe that… blue thing? ” you nodded at his drink.

“ It’s mostly just thirium, ” he twirled it around, reminding you once again how easy it was to lose yourself to the satisfying sound of his voice. It was almost like it was designed to captivate you regardless of what he was talking about. So, of course, you wanted to hear more.

“ Mostly? ” you echoed, raising a brow at him. The bartender had already served you your shots, but by then you were too focused on Connor to manage anything more than a quick thanks. Luckily, he wasn’t too bothered by your dismissive attitude.

You took a seat on the bar stool, hoping it was smooth enough to seem like a perfectly casual move on your part. Connor was still glancing at you from the corner of his eye, and you couldn’t help but to capture his focus falling to your chest for the briefest second.

You never thought you’d ever say this, but thank god for push up bras.

“ You want to learn about android liquor? ” Connor asked, his tone indicating that he didn’t quite buy your interest in the chemistry of it. Although, he definitely seemed amused by it.

“ I’m curious, ” you admitted. “ We don’t exactly have a lot of androids in this town. ”

For some reason, your small confession was enough to halt him from downing more of his drink. You watched as he turned his head to properly study you for a moment, his LED a bright gold at his temple. It was hard not to squirm under his wandering gaze, something behind the optics in his eyes spinning and calculating until he finally came to a silent conclusion that set him back into the calm nonchalance from earlier. You didn’t realize that you’d been holding your breath until his focus was back on his drink again, and the mystery of what all of that meant was starting to eat at you.

He’d definitely just scanned you, and you had no idea if he could tell how bad you had it for him. Nonetheless, his LED was back to a calm blue, reflecting beautifully against his pale, freckled skin as he brought the glass to his lips.

“ You’re one of my students. ” he calmly called you out, downing the last of his drink.

Fuck.

Well, there goes plan A. Good thing failed plans never stopped you from going after what you wanted, though. You had the rest of the alphabet to go through.

You huffed more than sighed, turning in your seat to fully face him.

“ Okay, technically… ” you began, but Connor was already shaking his head a little, trying to hold back a smile from creeping up his lips.

“ You’re not my professor. ”

He hummed sarcastically.

“ You know very well how this looks. ” he calmly countered, although he didn’t sound upset with you at all. If anything, the way he was checking you out from the corner of his eye was more than enough to make you want him more than before.

“ Listen, Sir. There is nothing wrong about asking your not-professor about blue drinks. ” you lamely defended, twisting to reach for one of your perfume shots. You heard Connor let out a small chuckle, shaking his head with a crooked smile lingering on his lips. God gelp you, he was so fucking hot.

You’d never view jäger shots the same again. Even the taste would remind you of this ridiculously hot android detective who was blatantly calling you out for making a move on him. Should you be embarrassed about it? Probably. Were you embarrassed about it? Not the slightest.

“ How old are you? ” Connor asked, voice raspy and a little lower compared to earlier as he dragged his eyes over you again. It was all a recipe for disaster, really.

“ Twentythree. ” you casually responded, downing the second shot of jäger perfume with a slight grimace.

Fuck. He was right.

The next question was about your name, and you answered him just as nonchalantly.

“ Have you ever been with an android before? ” he asked, and suddenly the whole conversation felt like an interrogation. It was, by all means, just another thing that made you feel hot all over again. You couldn’t help but to watch him for a moment, admiring his sharp profile and the pale, freckled skin peeking out between the opened buttons of his white dress-shirt. The loose tie had been giving you a long list of ridiculously inappropriate thoughts for some time, but his question was what made you curious about the rest of his anatomy all over again.

“ No, ” you admitted, swallowing the small lump in your throat.

It was incredible how he’d managed to get you this worked up with just a few direct questions, but despite your racing heart and the hot flush spreading over your face, you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to fucking ruin you, and the dark, hungry tint in his eye told you he wanted that too.

“ So what makes you want to be with one now? ” he asked, and it was as much a fair question as it was suggestive. While your attraction for Connor was initially on a shallow level, there were more layers to him that drew you in. Apart from the fact that he was a perfect combination between calm and confident, he was also incredibly intelligent with years of work and life experience that made him admirable.

There was a lot to appreciate about his character, and it just made you curious to know more about him. You’d been missing out on an entire world during your time in this shitty small town, and Connor represented every exciting, forbidden thing that existed outside of your borders.

The fact that he was an older, smarter android detective in a position of power, just made you want him even more.

Connor had been patiently waiting for your answer to his question, and during that time you were distracted by the fact that he was closer to you now than he’d been at the start of this conversation. In the back of your head you wondered if your friends were watching you from the booth, and whether the attraction you felt between you was as obvious to them as it was to you.

“ I already told you, ” you finally said, watching his brown eyes narrow a touch.

“ I’m just curious. ”

Connor was silent for a moment, and when he exhaled, you wondered if you’d failed his little interrogation. He shifted in his seat, moving just enough to show you that you had his full attention.

“ What do you want to know? ” he asked, voice a touch lower.

You nibbled on your lip, taking a moment to think while he studied your face with a small linger of amusement in his eyes. Connor definitely knew what you wanted to know, but he was playing a game with you that you were more than determined to win.

“ Is it true that they only made one version of your model, Mr. Anderson? ” you asked, and Connor nodded in response.

“ Yes, ” he simply said, “ CyberLife built me thirty years ago as a state prototype. ”

“ How does that make you different from other androids? ” you couldn’t help but to ask.

Connor smiled, but there was almost something shy about the way he avoided your question. “ My purpose was to aid humans in investigations regarding deviants. ”

You gave him a look.

His answer was beyond vague, and his smile indicated that he knew that very well. Nonetheless, the way rolled his eyes let you know that he’d give you what you wanted.

“ For example, ” he continued, “ I can check samples from crime scenes in real time through my mouth. ”

Through his—

You raised your brows, blinking. “ You… eat evidence, Sir? ”

Connor’s eyes lingered on your face again, his own still carrying a faint smile. “ It’s more of a taste…” he said, sounding a touch distracted.

A hot shiver ran through your body, making you press your thighs together in a poor attempt to dampen the pulsing need you felt inside. You weren’t sure what to say, mouth slightly parted and cheeks warm for reasons that had nothing to do with those damn jäger shots. You couldn’t help but to stare at his perfect mouth, your mind wandering to places that made that need inside you even worse.

Connor had undoubtedly noticed the shift, because his warm eyes were darkening in a way that wasn’t subtle anymore. While you struggled to find the right words, he was leisurely leaning into your space, filling your head with his addictive cologne while his mouth barely brushed your ear:

“ Join me back to my hotel room, and I’ll show you. ”

***

Connor’s mouth and hands were on you as soon as you crossed the threshold, kissing you and exploring your body against the solid door pressing against your back. Unsurprisingly, he was a phenomenal kisser, and despite how quickly he’d been crowding you, it didn’t feel as overwhelming with his calm and controlled pace. It was impossible to ignore the interesting texture of his tongue when it licked into mouth, and you were surprised by just how much you liked the feeling of it. You let out a needy noise, the idea of feeling his tongue on other places making you shiver with anticipation.

Connor was just as patient when he kissed you, moving his lips against yours while his arms circled your waist to guide you towards his bed. You, in contrast, were not as calm and patient. Your fingers were in his hair and clothes, tugging and working in a struggle to undress him while you kicked off your shoes. By the time he parted from your lips, you’d managed to rid him off his jacket and unbuttoned his white dress shirt. His tie was still loose around his neck, and you decided to leave it as it was purely for the absolutely sinful look it gave him.

“ You sure you really want this? ” he murmured, peppering small kisses over your jaw and neck while you caught your breath.

“ Fuck, yes– ” you breathed, feeling so turned on you could actually scream.

“ Please, Sir. ”

You felt a shaky breath against your neck as he slowly guided your hands over the bare skin of his torso. The formal way of speaking must’ve really been working for him, because whatever complex mechanics that worked beneath the broad panel of his chest was suddenly whirring and buzzing eagerly under your hands.

“ Touch me, ” he ordered gently, “ Tell me how I feel. ”

The reality of it really struck you then. Connor was an android, a machine, and you were drawn to him in a very animal way that he technically shouldn’t be able to reciprocate. His deviancy was countering all of those technicalities with a constellation of ones and zeros that mimicked a biological need in his code, and you loved that. You loved that he wanted you despite what he was.

You took your time, drawing your fingers over his shoulders, chest and all the way down to his abdomen, feeling his synthetic muscles clench from the contact. His skin felt soft, but not like human skin, and when you pressed hard enough, you could feel the hard planes of the panels beneath the layer of silicone covering his chassis. It was equally as thrilling as it was intimidating to realize how much strength he carried beneath the synthetic layer of human skin. He was terrifyingly smart, built with the skills to hunt down his own kind, and yet, he had brought you back to his hotel room because he wanted to fuck you. That detail alone made you throb.

Connor’s gaze was focused on your face, his LED a flickering yellow in the dark room as he read and analyzed your expression.

“ You’re incredible…” you whispered, completely mesmerized by his complexity. You weren’t aware that your fingers were tracing the spot where his regulator was hiding beneath his skin, blindly drawn to the strange, magnetic buzz of electricity where it was the strongest.

Connor’s chest rose with a shaky breath, his engines eagerly whirring beneath your hands when he slowly ducked his mouth to your ear.

“ I can feel you, ” he whispered, voice soothing and calm in a way that made you relax in his arms. It didn’t distract you from the way he was guiding one of your hands lower, slipping it into his pants and underwear until you felt something hard and firm in your palm. Whatever questions you had about his anatomy were answered the moment you wrapped your fingers around his cock, and you couldn’t help but to curse quietly at how perfect he felt.

“ I can feel— ”

You’d begun to leisurely pump his cock when he spoke, and whatever Connor wanted to say was suddenly caught in his throat, or voice module, or whatever excellent replacement he had for it. You watched his mouth part, pink tongue just barely visible while his lidded eyes bore down at you like you’d suddenly turned into a target for him to hunt down.

“ Sit– ” he tried, taking a sharp breath through his nose when you experimentally dragged your thumb against the sensors under his cock. You smiled at his reaction, sloppily kissing his jawline while he took a moment to collect himself.

“ Sit on the bed. ” he finally instructed.

He had you right where he wanted you in seconds. You sat on the edge of the bed for him, and he kissed you in between each layer of clothing he helped peel off of you. You sank back, resting your weight on your elbows when you felt his hand dive between your legs, the other holding his weight up on the bed as he arched over you.

“ Now, be a good girl…” he murmured, “ and keep still for me. ” The feeling of his fingers gently stroking your clit was incredible, and it was more than enough to have you hot and squirming in no time despite his instructions. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he knew how to work you up like this. Connor’s experience had been evident from the second he kissed you, and it thrilled you even more to be at his mercy like this.

“ That’s it, ” he murmured, kissing your neck while you panted. “ You’re doing so well. ”

His fingers continued to draw slow, gentle shapes over your clit, only moving down to your entrance with the purpose to collect the wet slick he’d teased out of you, before it was back up again. You were moaning after a while, holding onto his tie while his fingers stroked you a little faster than before.

“ Mr. Anderson, ” you panted, peering up at him with a desperate frown. “ Please— please, I can’t… ” You were in a great need to have him inside you at that point, and you were certain that Connor knew that.

“ Can I use my mouth on you? ” He asked against your ear, and despite how his question took you off guard, you nodded without hesitation.

“ Yes, ”

With a crooked smile, Connor decided to place a gentle kiss on your lips before he moved from the bed. You were panting as you watched him kneel before you on the floor, eyes following as he propped one of your legs over his shoulder and dragged you closer by the hips.

“ Oh— ” A shiver rippled through you the second he put his mouth on you, and as soon as you felt that odd, familiar tongue lapping broadly over your core, you moaned for him. Connor had worked you up enough to make you incredibly sensitive, but you knew that wasn’t the only reason you were dangerously close to falling off the edge. His tongue had a life of its own, flexing and rippling against a spot that made your toes curl. It was almost enough to distract you from the way he was quietly pumping his cock with his other hand, trying to match each stroke with the rhythm of his tongue shamelessly thrusting into you.

The wet noises were loud enough to make you want to hide, but god, the way he sounded made you want to cum right there. Connor’s soft little moans and groans resulted in small vibrations that made you gasp, and you began to wonder if they were due to his hand on his cock, or simply a reaction to what he was doing to you. He seemed to catch on quickly, though, because the second his tongue pressed against your clit and started to vibrate, you were done for. You jolted from the sudden stimulation, but Connor held you down with a low growl. Whatever thought you’d had was quickly forgotten when he suddenly sealed his lips around your clit and heightened the intensity of the vibrations, finally pushing you over the edge with a loud cry.

You had no idea what happened in the moments that followed. The room was spinning around you for a while, and when you slowly came back to earth, your fingers were in his hair while Connor’s tongue still lazily buzzed against you.

You let out a small whine, squirming when the rough texture of his tongue was beginning to border on painful overstimulation. Luckily, Connor seemed to catch on, back from what seemed to be his own little trance as he retrieved his tongue and soothed your thighs with gentle strokes of his hands.

“ Did you like that? ” he asked once he’d crawled over you again, dipping his head to kiss and lick at your right nipple.

“ You like having an android fuck you with his mouth? ” he added, voice lowering to a filthy whisper. Android or not, you knew that no one on the planet could ever go down on you like he had.

“ Yes, ” you panted, trying to ignore how you practically pulsed for him. If that was what he could do with his mouth, you could only imagine how his cock would feel like.

“ Yes, what? ” he asked.

“ Y-Yes, Sir. ”

You felt him smile against your neck, his strong hands holding your hips and moving you further up on the bed.

“ Such a good girl… ” he praised again, and you felt your insides flutter with butterflies. Fuck, he was playing into your fantasy so well, you were starting to wonder if some part of him actually enjoyed having power over you. A human. A fragile little sack of meat and bones he could do anything to if he so wished.

You snapped back from your thoughts when you felt Connor position himself between your legs, mewling when he teasingly dragged the head of his cock through your wet folds.

“ Do you think you deserve this? ”

He tilted his head, and you observed how he lazily pumped his cock a few times before looking up at him again, the dark look in his eyes making you feel like a prey he wanted to hunt down.

“ You said that I was good, ” you tried lamely, distracted.

Connor smirked, eyes narrowing a touch in amusement.

Fuck. He was playing this a little too well.

“ Do you believe that? ” he asked.

You couldn’t help but to stare down at his cock again, biting your lip on a moan as he slowly slid the hard tip up and down your folds. Just like earlier at the bar, this came to feel like an interrogation. And this time, you were more than desperate to pass it.

“ I can be,” you panted, “ I can be anything you want, Detective. ”

Connor’s LED shifted to a bright red, and the sharp contrast from the blue immediately caught your attention.

He didn’t give you enough time to speculate on it, though, because one second he was whispering your name, and the next his mouth was on yours, kissing you in a desperate frenzy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling him lifting your hips and pushing into you with a careful thrust that made you groan against his mouth. His cock was hard and hot, thrumming with the same, familiar electricity that you’d felt earlier as it dragged against your walls. The whirr and thrum of his engines were getting louder, and from the corner of your eye you could see Connor’s LED flickering back to yellow.

“ Fuck, ” he groaned, bracing a hand on the bed. You couldn’t help but to stare at him when he placed one of your legs over his shoulder, his hips rocking gently with the purpose to open you up while his eyes fixed on where you were joined. To think that this was the same, put together man who held a lecture for your class earlier was only making this feel way filthier than it was, and you weren’t ashamed to admit how much you loved it.

Connor was still wearing most of his clothes at that point, and you decided that you liked that too. You liked that you could pull him down by that damn tie that had been giving you endless ideas of how he could be fucking you just like this.

He picked up his pace after a while, going fast, hard and deep which was just what you needed. He was unbelievably hard, that low buzz of electric energy making your mind go blank as he reached spots you’d never felt before. You never expected him to feel like a human, and truthfully, he didn’t. The men you’d slept with had never felt this good, and they couldn’t move with the same rhythm and precision that Connor did, either.

“ You take me so well, ” he praised, fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you harder into the bed.

“ You’re so…” His voice was crackling with static at that point, more of those soft locks joining that stubborn curl over his forehead as he worked harder to fuck you. “ —so good for me. ”

You were shamelessly moaning for him at that point, grasping onto his tie for an anchor point when he leaned down to you again. The hotel bed had been creaking and moaning under you for a while, and the only reminder of it came when he silenced you with kisses. You realized that there was definitely something sexually wired to Connor’s tongue, because the moment it met yours, his hips went wild, and moans began to spill from his mouth like never before. It made you wonder if he could feel it, everything he was doing to you.

“ I’m gonna fill you up, ” he murmured against your mouth, and those words alone almost made you stumble over the edge.

“ Make you mine. ”

It was another technicality that separated him from a human, an animal, but it seemed to be working on you as much as it did for him. He was a machine fucking you like he wanted to get you pregnant, and the second you felt his fingers back on your clit, you knew you were done for. It was the repeated promise to pump you full of him through another sinful little murmur, that finally caused you to lose to the crashing wave of your climax.

“ Connor! ” you gasped, fingers clutching his shirt when you felt him twitch and release himself inside you with a groan.

“ Connor, oh my god—! ”

He was still going as he came, shaking and moaning as he emptied each ribbon and rope of whatever warm android cum consisted of, into you. For a second, you contemplated if he was planning to go for another round, because his hips were still going, pumping and pushing his release deeper into you like he couldn’t get enough while his LED glowed a bright red.

You were both panting by the time he finally came to slow down, but even then, Connor seemed very determined not to let his release spill out of you when he slowly withdrew. You couldn’t think clearly enough to understand whether he wanted to keep his sheets clean, or if he really meant what he’d said.

His fans and engines were gradually calming down, the cool air he dragged into his lungs aiding to turn down the heat that whirred inside him as his LED returned to a calm blue. You were no better under him, though: a sweaty, panting mess that just realized how informally she’d referred to him.

He had definitely noticed it sooner, because the way he’d fixed his eyes on you while he was panting was almost predatory.

“ What did you call me? ” he leaned down to you, face inches away from yours while you instinctively pressed your head back against the bed to create some more distance.

“ Sorry, I-I didn’t- ”

You weren’t prepared for the gentle hand that came down to stroke your cheek, the determined look in his eyes shifting into something soft and almost desperate.

“ No, please, ” Connor whispered, and you felt your heart swell at the sight and sound of him over you.

“ I want to hear you say it. ”

“ Connor… ” you whispered, and his lips lifted to a lopsided smile that warmed your insides. You weren’t sure why you liked the taste of his name in your mouth, but something about it felt so right with his encouragement.

“ Connor, ” He was softly trailing kisses over your face and neck when you said it again in a small mantra, like he wanted to reward you with love and affection for saying his name like that.

Some part of you was reminded of the odd sadness that lingered over him at the bar again, and you began to think. It was easy for your mind to wander and speculate when he held you, his gentle hands drawing soothing patterns over your skin while his head laid on your chest and listened to your heartbeats.

Did Connor feel…lonely?

It almost felt naive that you’d never considered the possibility. He had proven just how human he could be, and somehow you still managed to forget that he could feel sadness and loneliness, too. Did Connor’s brain work the same way as yours? Were there wires in place of what would be fragile nerves for you?

You shouldn’t have been surprised by how well he took care of you afterwards, washing you in the shower and murmuring sweet words in your hair as held your warm and content body under the covers. You’d been silent most of the time, thinking about him and why this didn’t feel like a normal one night stand. He peered at you like he knew what you were thinking, and even then his eyes were soft, like he was okay with you reflecting over him. Like it was your right to judge and filter your first experience with someone like him.

An android.

You came to the conclusion that this wasn’t just a normal one night stand for reasons beyond what he was. You had an immense urge to save him from the nasty aspects of humanity that came with his deviancy. You wanted to save him from the loneliness and the overwhelming nonsense of an overthinking man searching for a purpose in this world. Because that was his burden, wasn't it? Connor was brilliant and immortal, which gave him all the reasons to feel lost and lonely. It gave him all the advantages to desperately seek for a purpose in a world that would always shift and change while he remained the same. He was stuck in his own evil curse of wanting to learn and adapt and to reflect: a neverending feed of data that was the world around him.

I can be anything you want, Detective.

Maybe that was why he wanted you. Maybe your desire to please him made him fall into a healthy balance between man and machine.

Maybe.

One thing that you knew for sure, though, was that you wanted to meet him again. And when you found a small, handwritten note next to the cold bed you woke up in the next morning, you decided that you were finally going to leave this shitty town for good, and find him.

Find me again when you’re ready.

Until then, try to stay out of trouble…

-Connor

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wafermelons · 2 years

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based on a real interaction with my dad

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wafermelons · 2 years

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come back, please.

characters: belphegor x gn!MC

genre: angst

warnings: no comfort, alcohol drinking, strong language

note: idk i just like angst

"come back here, MC..." belphegor groggily called out to you, eyes half lidded and mind fuzzy, "let's go back to our bed, hm?"

"come on belphie! i wanna show you something!" you whisper-shouted happily. the rest of the brothers were asleep (or at least you assumed), so you were trying to be as quiet as possible.

"you said you'd follow me when i told you i wanted to show you something earlier," you huffed, waiting for him to make his way to the foot of the staircase where you stood.

"i know but... i'm just so sleepy... i didn't know you meant to show me in the middle of the night," he yawned out, dragging his cow pillow behind him as he finally reached you.

one hand on the railing, another holding his to guide him, you made your way up the stairs. "i promise you'll love it, belphie," you said, your eyes sparkling. your excitement could barely be contained, but you didn't want to be loud. or else lucifer would force you back to your rooms.

you reached the trapdoor that would lead you to the roof, "we're here belphie!" you said, unlocking and opening it. a gust of cool air blew onto your skin, sending slight shivers down your spine.

belphegor reacted to the sudden gust of wind, now a little more awake than before.

"you wanted to show me the doorway to my own home's roof?" he teased, tilting his head with that smug little face.

"oh just come on," you said, climbing out of it. the demon followed behind you, throwing his pillow out first for you to catch as he climbed up the ladder.

the roof was shaky from the tiles and being slanted, but luckily you made your way to the landing on the side.

"look," you said, a content smile on your face.

the view of the whole devildom was beneath you. the iridescent lights glistened and danced in the night. the lights from the city weren't harsh upon your eyes, it was welcoming and warm. similar to that of a gentle flame in the winter to keep you toasty.

you glanced toward belphegor, him staring at the night life.

"i set up a bunch of pillows and blankets in case you wanted to fall asleep with me under the stars," you told him, holding his hand and pulling him to the little nest you made.

"aww, you made this just for me? you like me that much?" he teased, laying and making himself comfortable in the plush, multicolored cushions and quilts.

you huffed and rolled your eyes, not answering him. you laid yourself next to him, immediately getting engulfed in his arms and him using you as a live pillow.

you sighed, a smile on your face and curling into his touch.

"yeah, i do like you that much."

>>>>>

3 years later, and that like would turn to love. but that love would also turn to hate and hurt. though, what was a relationship if not to hurt? didn't that just show how much you loved them?

you sat at the table, a quaint little cafe. it was cozy, the food was wonderful and the staff were all kind and patient with you.

yet, despite the comforting atmosphere of the cafe, your heart was no where near that of which the cafe felt.

you picked up your phone once more, reading the time. 1.48 pm. he was an hour late.

you clenched your jaw once more, staring at the empty chair in front of you and sending a message to belphegor once more.

'im here belphie!'

'are you reaching soon?'

'where are you?'

'belphie?'

but message after message, call after call, still, the demon did not answer you.

you frowned, staring at the ignored calls and the little 'delivered' indication. it was your anniversary with him. he couldn't have forgotten, could he? you even reminded him the day before.

you planned the whole day out, you wanted to go to a cafe for lunch, have some pastries and tea. later going to a festival that featured special rides and snacks. then you would go for dinner under the stars, you even booked a time slot because the place would usually be packed.

well, that was the original plan at least.

you sighed, feeling your lip tremble.

"he couldn't have," you whispered repeatedly to yourself, staring back at the vacant seat right in front of your eyes.

you heart tightened ever so slightly. you dressed yourself up for this day. was it all going to waste? you had already paid for the festival tickets, you even wanted to go to the workshop at the festival where people would make custom jewelry with magic.

you'd have to call the restaurant you made the reservation at to cancel, which you felt bad for since it was already so hard to get a time slot. you could even feel the other demons in the cafe wondering if you had been stood up.

they weren't really wrong.

you shut your eyes, not wanting the pain in your chest to get to you.

"excuse me, sir/ma'am? are you alright?" the waiter who had been assigned to you asked, him bending down slightly with concern and worry in his eyes.

you looked up and gave him a closed-lip smile, sighing through your nose and nodding, "i'm alright. actually, i think i'm done here. i'm sorry for wasting your time-"

before you could continue and stand from your seat, you heard the soft jingle of the front door and noticed your favourite angels walk inside.

"MC? what are you doing here?" simeon asked, luke making his way over to you and noticing your crestfallen face depsite your futile attempt to hide how you felt.

you forced a small smile on your face, luke standing next to your seated self, "are you okay, MC? did those demons do something again?" he huffed.

you sighed, "i'm alright luke, simeon. i just... was about to leave."

simeon put his hand on the backrest of the chair opposite you, pulling it out slightly as you met his eyes.

"is this seat taken, MC?" he asked.

your lips flattened into a small line, remembering the demon that was supposed to be seated there. you wanted to refuse, but hey. a friend is offering to keep you company while your asshole of a boyfriend couldn't even bother to answer your texts on your anniversary.

you shook your head, "take a seat simeon."

"thank you, MC." simeon said, sitting down in front of you. he called the waiter over to ask for another seat for luke.

with the chair brought and luke in his seat, the waiter brought the menu to the three of you so you could order food.

"MC, why are you here by yourself? i know those demons are insufferable but i'd rather you be with them than all alone." luke said, showing his worry for you being on your own in the devildom. not that you don't already wander out on your own sometimes.

"you don't need to worry about me luke," you said, giving him a reassuring smile, signaling he needn't worry about your safety.

simeon, trying to change the subject. "have you heard about the festival nearby, MC? luke and i were planning to go after this."

you looked up at simeon, letting out a soft sigh. that was the festival you and your lover were supposed to go to, "yeah, i have."

"well, are you going later? i've heard it's spectacular. if you don't have any plans after this, we could go together. i actually bought a ticket for solomon but he has some sorcery things to do today, so we have an extra slot!" simeon explained, holding up two adult tickets and one child ticket in his hands.

you stared at him, mouth slightly agape. reaching into your pocket, you felt the couple tickets you bought earlier, practically having no use now.

"you know what? sure. i'll gladly join the two of you."

>>>>>

the three of your's laughter rang in your ears. luke was seated on simeon's shoulders, all three of you having a stick of cotton candy in hand as you walked past the ferris wheel together.

"can we please go on the ferris wheel, simeon?" luke begged, patting the top of his head to get his attention while using signaling to the attraction with his cotton-candy-holding hand.

"of course luke, it'll be night time soon so we could see the stars from the very top." simeon answered, walking to the ride.

you smiled, about to follow the pair onto the ride until you felt a small vibration from your back pocket.

you pulled your phone out, reading the notification from the lit up screen.

'i'm at the restaurant. where are you? hurry up.'

a message from belphegor.

>>>

i decided to allow you guys to decide what to do for this part.

will you go and see what belphegor has to say at the restaurant?

will you enjoy the rest of your evening with the two lovely angels?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me swd #obey me!#obey me belphegor #belphegor #wafermelons ! come back please #belphegor x y/n #belphegor x reader #belphegor x mc #belphegor obey me #om! belphegor #om! belphie

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I will never stop drawing crow Mammon

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So I just got this message literally few minutes ago

And if YOU get this message in the future DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE CLINK ON THE LINK I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD I WILL CUT YOUR HANDS OFF

A warning to all of my followers there no such a thing as @exposingthoselosers I just thought any form of information is good and can protect my followers from getting their phone or any other devices hacked if you’re connect to the wifi they might hack all of the devices connected.

DO NOT FUCKING CLICK ON ANU LINK YOU GET NOT EVEN FROM UR FRIENDS ON TUMBLR BECAUSE THEY COULD GET HACKED 👀

Pls share this awareness ⚠

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headcannons for my 'flowers' fanfic with satan

characters: satan x gn!MC (and little nari)

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: character death

a/n: i have writers block. it's not too sad and a little short

fanfic

when nari gets a new achievement at school, satan will bring her out to eat and visit your grave so she can show off to you

satan asks solomon to use his magic to make holographic projections of you so nari can get an image of how you looked when you were alive

when you first passed, satab tried looking for every single way to preserve your soul. he wanted your soul to be with him in the HOL, to be able to hear your voice whisper to him once more. but you were mortal and it wasn't possible

when he has troubles raising nari, he goes to simeon and asks him how he deals with luke

luke and nari have play dates. luke pretended to not like her when you first introduced him to her since she was a demon, but with those puppy eyes from nari, luke couldn't pretend any longer

luke whispers that she shouldn't do bad things like the other grown up demons, and especially not follow her "uncle mammon"

nari likes to play in lucifer's study and leaves little scribbles on his paperwork sometimes when satan is busy

nari plays pretend with barbatos and acts like they're cooking 5 star food together and serves the 'food' to beel

asmodeus buys nari's clothes. not satan. asmodeus won't allow satan to choose her outfits.

mammon likes to slip some grimm or two into nari's schoolbag so she can buy whatever snacks she wants

satan read children storybooks to nari before they fall asleep

if nari doesn't want him to read a story from a book, satan will tell her about you and his adventures together

levi teaches nari how to swim, and she absolutely loves sea creatures

belphie makes sure nari only gets good dreams, sometimes he projects you into her dreams so she doesn't forget you when she grows

satan visits your grave often without nari. he'll read your favourite book over and over to you. he remembers every single line and can practically recite it by heart.

if he feels that you would like to switch things up, he will bring a new book neither of you have read and will not leave your grave until he has finished reading it to you

when you first passed, satan wouldn't leave your grave for days. nari would cry because she knew you were gone and that you weren't coming back, but she was also worried because satab wouldn't come home

she thought that your death was her fault and thought that satan was going to abandon her, even thought his brothers tried their best to convince her otherwise

it took a very angry lucifer to drag him back to the HOL and for satan to realise you wouldn't want him to neglect your child

satan constantly keeps your grave clean. he uses a spell to preserve the stone so it doesn't crumble

there was this once, he cried at your grave, feeling he was unfit to be a father for nari. he was draped over your headstone and asking for what he should do

he swore he could feel the slightest pulse from the pact mark and the softest whisper of your voice in the wind

that was enough to reassure him that you were still by his side no matter what

you are a disney princess of the forest because some of the animals can actually see your soul

#obey me #obey me angst #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #satan x y/n #satan #satan angst #satan fluff #satan obey me

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Obligatory "checking up on my fav blogs" ask 🍔 Stay safe, healthy, happy, and continue to grace my dashboard with your presence! <3 ✨ - RiRi

this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done on my tumblr 🥺🥺 YOU CALLED ME YOUR FAVOURITE AAA. like tbh these types of asks and comments saying yall enjoy my work etc really make my day so <33

#wafermelons ! personal

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of course you can lovely! @reveltica

it took me really long to figure out how this thing worked

like im actually a chatterbox irl and have a wide range of random things i know so id probably get along with most of them (belphie killed us but wtv <3)

can i pass this on to you @keuriseunim,,,,

My, Obey me tier list

Well this is it.

note I like all of them,

and Luke will always be seen a lil' brother

Link

Tagging: @amistytown @zenstateofmind @candymeowz @certified-sloth @luciferscockslut @yukihaie and anyone else who wants to join :3

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so xiao with a scythe,,

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hellurrrr i hope you all liked the recent two obey me fics i posted! i shall now return to hibernation because my exams are actually not over, i just felt bad not posting for a while. don't be shy to give me more criticism on my writing or give me compliments (hehrgegeh feed my ego). you can post any asks in my inbox of questions about myself or anything else ^^ i love reading your comments about my writing, they help me a lot on my bad days

love you all!

#wafermelons ! announcements #obey me

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my heart is still breaking from your take on the replaced mc au >:(( i dont think i could ever forgive you.... unless make a part 4- (read: please continue the series it's so good,, your writing is SO GOOD)

replaced MC au. pt 4

characters: OM! boys

genre: angst

warnings: abandonment issues(?), swearing

a/n: you never said it had to be comfort so 😋 as you can see, my simeon favourtism is showing

tags: idk if yall wanted to be tagged but i still did it

@jiminslajibolala @letsblazewolf @lemonandlime22 @crystal-freak24 @furblrwurblr @wawadraws12 @929497 @elizabeth-brown @neptune-cinths @moemoesenpai @delusional-angel @lmao-liz @ryokuu @jeancolors @nanamadama @prefesro @mammonl0ver @tenyaiidafan @bikkss @eckya @shikanou @reveltica @2d-brainrot @faboo-moon6

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

it was clear to you. the brothers did not love you for you, they loved you because you had ties to lilith. they loved you because you were their only link to their dead sister.

belphegor killed you once. only when he found out you were lilith's descendant did he regret what he had done. the brothers cast you aside the moment they found out laila was related to her as well.

what if you weren't related to lilith? what if you had no ties whatsoever to their sister? asmodeus would have charmed you already, you would not have lilith's blood flowing through your veins, the only thing keeping you from being manipulated by the sin in the devildom.

if you were just a normal human, not lilith's descendant, not versed in magic at all, would you still be alive to this day after having to be an exchange student?

>>>>>

the plush of the bedding gave comfort to your aching body and throbbing mind. you graoned, stretching your limbs with a soft moan.

as your eyes fluttered open, you could feel your face to be slightly sticky. dried tears? your eyelids were puffy and you could feel the salt residued on them. definitely tears. the soft glow of candles entered your vision, allowing yourself to slowly adjust as you scanned the room.

where were you?

the smell of vanilla hinted with myrrh was present as you sluggishly shuffled around in the sheets of the bed. you inched yourself to sit up against the headrest of the bed, noticing a dark figure seated on a green, cushioned chair.

you called out but your voice was hoarse, sounding much like gravel scraping against gravel. the body perked up, turning to you with a book in hand.

"MC, how are you feeling?" the sweet sounding voice of an angel spoke out, soft and gentle.

simeon put his book down and stood, making his way to your side as you rested against the wood and a pillow.

"do you need me to bring you anything? i could make you some tea? i have a few flavours that might help with the fatigue."

a tired smile set on your face, trying to swallow whatever saliva you had left in your dry mouth to lubricate your sandpaper throat.

"it's alright simeon, just some water will do."

as he poured you a glass of water from the flask set on a nearby table, you examined the room. a metal chandelier hanging from the ceiling with few candles lit. a dim lamp on the nightstand by your side, the flame within flickering to stay alive. the soft light gave a warm glow to the room, cozy and welcoming. just what you needed.

a stack of books on what you assumed was simeon's desk, along with papers, a quill nestled in a small inkwell. a closet and a few drawers, seemingly holding simeon's clothing.

your attention turned back to simeon as he handed you a clear glass of water. he didn't speak, only dragging a small chair to your side to sit by you.

downing the glass, you put it down on the nightstand and smiled once more.

"thank you simeon," you said, your throat feeling much better.

"what happened?"

simeone took in a breath, looking down at his thighs and exhaling a sigh.

"after the spell, you came back to purgatory hall with laila, solomon and i. i wanted to give you your own room but none of the rooms were ready so i just gave you mine. you knocked out without a word, MC... solomon said it was the aftereffects, that it took a toll on you. still... i... i was worried.

luke was very worried as well. that child was quite unhappy with what happened to you, crying along the way. he thought you would be sent to celestia. muriel was able to calm him, they baked some goods for you beforehand to feed you when you awake."

you put a hand on his, him now looking up at you, "i'm fine now simeon, see?"

he nodded and gave a shaky breath, "i was just so worried... you were calling out in your sleep. you were crying... but solomon told me not to wake you. he called it the 'coping process'. i didn't want to leave your side in case you woke up. i've been waiting here for you... i wanted to make sure you were okay."

you stared down fondly at the hand that rested on his thigh and placed yours on it. rubbing the back of his hand with a thumb, "i'm alright, simeon. you really are an angel, waiting for me..."

"how long has it been?" you asked, now looking up at him.

"2 days MC. would you like to come out and see everyone else?" your head tilted slightly. everyone else?

"i mean luke, muriel, solomon and laila. we haven't let the brothers take a step in purgatory hall. solomon said they would cause a fuss and interupt your rest."

you nodded, "sure. will you help me out?"

>>>>>

you sat at the dining table with the three angels and other fellow humans, laughing and eating away. luke's food definitely did give you back your strength.

they were dearly worried, seeing simeon hold you to help you walk even though your limbs worked fine. after giving them some reassurance and explanation, they were relieved.

"do you like the food MC? i hope it's to your liking..." luke asked, pouting while giving you those adorable puppy eyes.

"i like it very much luke," you answered, giving him a smile.

"so MC, we were able to grab some of your things from the house of lamentation thanks to the help of laila, but most of your things are still there-"

before solomon could finish his sentence, there was a loud banging at the door. you startled at the sudden loud noise, nearly dropping your cutleries.

"is MC awake? please let us see them!"

"laila please open the door, dear! we just want to see you and MC!"

you saw laila's previously happy smile turn to annoyance as she heard the avatar or lust call out to her, trying to get her to invite them in when they clearly weren't.

you sighed, recognizing the familiar voices. simeon visibly frowned at the unwelcomed guests trying, already standing up out of his chair, "don't worry MC. i'll handle them."

you shook your head, smiling weakly and putting a hand on his shoulder, "it's okay simeon. i'll go... see them myself. sit down and enjoy the food."

simeon gave you a worried look, but trusted you knew what was best and sat back down in his seat.

approcahing the door, away from thr dining room, you gripped the doorknob and took in a deep breath, calming youself before opening it.

met with the avatars of lust, gluttony and greed, you tilted your head to one side slightly, hand still gripping the doorknob.

"what? you wanted to see me?"

the three demons faces turned to those of relief and happiness.

"how did you even know i was awake?"

asmodeus answered, nearly throwing his arms around you but restraining himself, "beel felt your gluttony being satisfied! we guessed you woke up to eat and we were right! it's so good to see you again MC-"

ah. you forgot about the pacts.

"just say what you need to say."

"MC... would ya come back to the house of lamentation? we're all worried about ya... and we just wanna apologize and make it up to you and laila," mammon said, his eyes not being able to meet yours the whole time.

"i'm having dinner right now with the rest, so i'm busy. now if you would leave-"

"but MC-"

"leave," you commanded, feeling the power of the pacts working. the three demons had their mouths shut as you slammed the door, being unable to fight the magic that worked on them.

you let out a sigh and slumped your back on the door. without a word, you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. you looked up to be met with simeon standing over you.

"are you alright MC?"

you gave him a weak smile, your eyes now shifting down to the floor and nodding. you were tired. so, so tired of everything that had happened. everything rushed back at once, all the memories, all the happiness but also the pain.

it was all still fresh in your mind. the surge of emotions that came all at once in the span of a few minutes when solomon removed the spell. you could feel everything.

you felt your eyes water as you shook your head, revoking your previous answer. your knees feeling weak as you slowly slid down the door.

your tears were not hot from anger, not rushing down your red face. your face was pale and tired, tears streaming down slowly as if to symbolise the way you slowly built the brother's relationship back up. only to fall quickly to the floor, just like how the brothers discarded you without a thought.

you were crumpled in a ball, not bothering to wipe your tears as simeon shuffled to your side and wrapped his arms around you. the warmth emanating from him as he stroked your back with his cape draped on you.

protected. that's what you felt.

unlike the uncertainty of anything that would happen in the house of lamentation.

>>>>>

the brothers watched from afar as you sat in the canteen, laughing happily with the group of exchange students.

this was how it was supposed to be from the start. you should have stayed in purgatory hall, along with solomon, simeon and luke. then eventually laila and muriel would come. this was how it should have been.

without the pain, the death, the threats.

no one dared approach the brothers, the aura around them completely different to yours. they were jealous, joyless, resentful.

buy most of all, they felt guilt. guilt and regret.

"do not bother MC anymore if you care about them. do not approach or pester them. you have done enough. allow them to heal, and eventually, when the time is right. maybe, just maybe they shall forgive you."

that was all that was said by lord diavolo and barbatos to the seven brothers after the reversal spell. nothing more, nothing less. diavolo had not contacted lucifer for any new paperwork, all lucifer would do now was watch how happy you were with the others.

at time he did want to apprach you, all of them did. lucifer was willing to push his pride aside, all he wanted was his relationship with you to be mended. he wanted you back.

mammon wanted to apologise, beg for your forgiveness. he was willing to go on his knees, embarass himself in front of all of RAD. even pay all the grimm he owed to you and more, sell his car, his clothes, willing to work for the witches again. he no longer went to the casino, he only tried to figure out ways to get you to talk to him once more. give him one more chance to prove to you that he was yours.

leviathan hadn't been gaming as much recently, all streams halted. he tried to drown himself with games, tried to distract himself from the pain that was in his heart. but all those save files written 'Levi and his Henry!' reminded him of you even more. he hated how you looked so happy with the rest, but of course, who would want a shut-in otaku like him?

satan was enraged. enraged with himself. he wanted to tear up the house of lamentation. his room was a mess, books torn and thrown, papers scattered and crumpled. he was about to go on a rampage through the house of lamentation, but that same day, you returned to the HOL to get your items and move to purgatory hall. his angered self was met with yours, pain traced with fear in your eyes while his was full of rage and remorse. he couldn't feel his own sin anymore after that day, only feeling tears and heartbreak.

asmodeus had slept with more people. why was he caring so much about you? huh? you were a simple human! he was a stunning, handsome demon, loved by many throughout the devildom. so why was he reminded of you every single time he tried to bed someone? why was he reminded of your joyous face? one not filled with lust, but love.

the twins could not do what they normally did.

beelzebub no longer ate, his appetite practically gone except for the occasional snack lucifer forced him to eat. everything that reached his tongue was now tasteless. nothing he shoved down his mouth he could stomach, nearly throwing everything up.

belphegor tried to sleep. he tried to ignore everything that happened. but how could he? each time he closed his eyes, tried to doze off, he was met with your tear stained face. your tears would then turn to blood as the scene of him sadistically murdering when you just wanted to help him. how could he? when his large bed full of pillows felt so cold and empty without you lying next to him.

perhaps this was for the best. they all thought, you were so much happier, healthier, in the hands of your fellow humans and angels.

you cold not bear look them in the eyes, each time just quickly walking past them or being shielded by simeon, solomon or muriel. luke was too short to cover you and laila could not tolerate the sight of them.

thus, they all watched from afar. their ears straining to hear your seraphic laughter once more, eyes and mind trying to capture that genuine look of happiness on your face once more. trying their best to remember the you that loved them, once more.

you did love them, you did. truly. but it was time for you to give some of that love to yourself. it was fine to be selfish, to say no and to allow yourself time to heal. it was fine to not forgive someone, to take back that love and invest it somewhere else where it would be reciprocated tenfold.

it was fine, to finally realise that the brothers could wait for you.

they've waited for you to arrive in their lives for millennia, to fix their broken family. they could wait a little longer for you to fix yourself.

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flowers

pairings: satan x gn!MC (however, mc and satan having a child is mentioned)

genre: fluff? angst? a bit of both?

warnings: character death

a/n: i published this on wattpad but yknow... it didn't get much attention cause wattapads a horrible medium anyways 🙄 /lh. keep in mind, i wrote this last year so it isn't all too good but i liked the idea!

You smiled, sitting on the green grass, surrounded by dark, old trees. There were a few colourful wild flowers in the clear patch of grass, despite the gloom of the Devildom.

You and Satan had found this spot, deep in the forest. The two of you decided to call it 'The Garden'.

It was so peaceful, far from the bustle of nosy demons and drama, the only sounds would usually be birds chirping.

You still remember the day you and Satan had discovered this area. You immediately decided to 'claim' the area as yours, and of course Satan's as well. You told him you wanted to make your mark in the little area, Satan smirked and went to work.

You remember him looking around then picking up a sharp, small rock, then carving you and his names into the bark of a tree. You looked up to the tree, the little "MC + Satan" were still there, surrounded by a heart. You laughed to yourself at the happy memory.

You heard the rustle of leaves and grass, you turned your neck to the sound and saw blonde hair emerging from behind a few trees. He had a wide smile on his face.

"Hey MC," he said, rushing over to you with a bouquet of flowers in hand. "Look what I got!"

You rolled your eyes and smiled, still sitting on the floor. He quickly sat down and laid them atop the grass in front of you, "I got you your favourite!"

You thanked him softly, looking at the beautiful, fresh flowers on the luscious green grass.

"Sorry that I'm a little late today, Nari wanted to buy a new dress she saw in a store." Before you could ask, Satan put up his hands, "And no, she's not lost, she's here. She said she wanted to go find something in the forest to give you."

You smiled at the thought, Nari was a thoughtful little girl. She was you and Satan's only child and you loved her with all your heart.

You still remember the day you got her, Satan was freaking out, thinking he wouldn't be a good father. He was asking you all kinds of questions, like what would she wear, what would he feed her, what color her toothbrush should be. Tons of books about childcare were bought and read.

You remember when he first got to carry her, he was so afraid he'd drop her. She was a small baby, but you knew she would grow to be big and strong, as long as Satan and you would be there to protect and guide her.

Then you heard the pitter-patter of footsteps rushing your way.

"Papa! Juju!" You heard Nari's voice. She was rushing to the both of you, calling out the nickname she gave you.

She ran into Satan's arms and sat in his lap, holding a small flower crown in her hands and reaching out to put it on you.

"Look what I made Juju! I learnt this in arts and crafts last week. I made it for you!" You let a small 'aww' sound, Nari put it on top of you, it fit perfectly.

Satan smiled and laughed, giving her a little hug, "That's very nice Nari," in response, Nari grinned proudly, "But... Where's my flower crown?" The blonde pouted at Nari and looked down at her, his usual cool demeanor was soft and warm now.

Nari shook her head and crossed her arms, "Today is Juju's day! I made a flower crown for Juju, not you! You get a flower crown on another day."

Satan huffed, his green eyes playfully glaring at her, "That is true... But I still do want one."

Nari shook her head, pouting and crossing her arms against her chest, "Today is Juju's day! No!"

Satan rolled his eyes and with no warning, he began to tickle Nari's stomach. Nari letting out high pitched squeals and laughs. "Papa! Stop it!"

San shook his head and kept going, now blowing raspberries into her stomach, "Papa!" Nari yelled again, her laughter filled your ears and you laughed at the childish two.

"Okay, okay, I'll make you a flower crown!!" Nari yelled out. Satan finally stopped and grinned, feeling accomplished while Nari lightly hit him on his arm with a pout.

"Awe, you know I just wanted to be matching with Juju, Nari." Satan reasoned.

Nari let out a huff and started walking back into the forest to gather some fresh flowers to make a new crown, "Buy me ice cream after this!"

Satan nodded and yelled, "We can go to that expensive ice cream store you like!" And with that, Nari was out of your vision.

"She's grown up a lot, huh?" Satan murmured, you nodding in response and smiling.

"She's started swimming lessons recently, Levi offered to help her. He comes out of his room more often now for her." Nari was a determined young girl, very headstrong and smart. You were happy she grew up so well.

The decision to have Nari was not really spontaneous, you were in love with Satan and he was as well with you. Lucifer was hesitant at first, Beel extremely worried about accidentally crushing her and Levi thought she wouldn't like a 'yucky otaku like him'.

The day the two of you brought her home though, you could feel their hearts change. All the other 6 brothers fell in love immediately, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos would often visit or bring her to the castle, and she got along well with Simeon, Luke and Solomon as well.

Nari started running back to you and Satan. "I got flowers!" She was carrying as many flowers as she could in her little arms. She was carrying all sorts of colors and shapes.

"Now you make the flower crown yourself." Nari said, dumping all the flowers in front of Satan, having a smug look on her face.

Satan shook his head, "I don't know how to make a flower crown Nari, despite all the reading I've done."

"Well then I can teach you! They're not that hard Papa." Nari sat by his side, picked up a yellow flower and started weaving, Satan quickly following her movements.

You watched the two work and smiled at your own flower crown Nari made for you. Before you knew it, the rest of the day was spent making flower crowns. Especially because Satan was a bit slow and made a few mistakes.

"Ta-da!" Nari exclamated. "Now we all have flower crowns!" Nari put her flower crown on top of her head, it was neat and well done. Satan's was... well, he had his own style.

Satan then took a look at the watch on his wrist then glanced at you, giving you a sad smile and standing. "Nari, we have to go now, say goodbye to Juju and wait for me in the car, okay?"

Nari smiled and wrapped her little arms around you and gave you a little kiss, "Bye-bye Juju! I'll make more pretty things for you next week!" Then she rushed off, out of the forest to what you assumed was their car.

Satan sighed, resting his hand on you, "I hate this part of the day... I wish I could just be with you all the time... Whenever I'm here with you, I remember everything. The day we met, all the events that happened eith my brothers... The day we brought Nari home. I feel warm and I remember so well."

You gave him a soft, small smile, you hated it when he had to leave too, but he had a life and was busy. But you... Well, you were you.

"I'll see you again next week my love." Satan said, kissing your flower adorned grave then walking away.

You watched as your soul was left with your grave once again, never being able to leave the lands where you were buried.

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