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Side blog for @asphodelcifer. This is for my writing! art and oc ramblings is on main!

I'm Caramel, I write mostly for Obey Me! with some other fandoms thrown in here and there. Mostly I write x reader, but sometimes I'll post OC writings here, too! (If you wish to know my OC, I post about her on my main blog!) I'm 30+ so mdni please

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Hourglass [Barbatos/Reader]

Notes: Chubby reader mention, Suggestive ending but nothing explicit Pronouns: You

This was originally supposed to be cooking together but turned into a cute picnic -- I might use the cooking together for Simeon if someone is interested ;u;

Despite his extremely busy schedule tending to the future demon king, Barbatos somehow always finds time for you.

Whether it's having lunch together in an empty classroom together, or evenings where you've helped him with his work and stayed too late to go home, and he absolutely insists you need to sleep there for the night. Those nights are your favourite, wrapped in his arms you sleep better than usual, but morning always comes too soon and his work begins earlier than most demon's, and so you often find yourself in an empty bed, but always with a small note saying he'll bring you breakfast shortly.

He always does, and he never holds back, either. When it comes to you, you're almost certain Barbatos could move time and space if you so needed it. Sometimes it leaves you breathless, the affection you feel outweighing the guilt when you find him more tired than usual, but still making time for you.

You've told him countless times you understand, that he doesn't need to go to such lengths, but he brushes off such protests with a gentle smile saying that it's something he wishes to do. That seeing you, that doting on you, brings him joy. His words always leave you speechless, a stuttering, hot mess as your face burns shyly.

You get it though -- seeing him makes you happy, doting on him makes you happy. Any time you're able to help him and give him even an extra minute of free time you feel accomplished.

Sometimes, though, Diavolo intervenes. Like today, where he asked Barbatos to prepare a picnic to enjoy the day outside as a reward for being ahead of his work -- only to remember, last moment, just an hour ago, that he already planned to have lunch with Lucifer. He'd rushed off almost instantly after announcing it, before rushing back to add that, perhaps, the pair of you could enjoy the picnic together.

Diavolo was not exactly subtle, but you were thankful for it.

"Is there anything in particular you wished to eat?" Barbatos asks, a small sigh in his tone as he unpacks some of the foods he'd made especially for his master.

"Barb-" you pause, the shortening of his name still unfamiliar on your tongue after all this time. "I love everything you make, you don't have to unpack anything or make new food. I'm just glad to spend time with you."

A smile sits on his lips as he glances over at you, packing the basket again. He's sometimes uncharacteristically flustered around you, it's rare, and only when he's been caught off guard like this, but you like the casual reminder that he isn't infallible.

"If we go to the gardens we won't be disturbed," he says casually.

A small chuckle leaves your lips as you think about the date you had with him last weekend. Technically he'd been accompanying Diavolo, but things had ended up with Diavolo using you as a distraction to escape into the busy crowd, leaving you alone with Barbatos outside of a little cafe that had become popular with couples recently for their new line of sharing devilshakes.

It wasn't something you thought Barbatos would be interested in, but he'd confidently led you inside, fingers laced together as though your hands were just supposed to always be joined like that, and ordered the very one you'd been thinking sounded the tastiest.

"You noticed...."

"Nothing about you escapes my attention," he'd replied sweetly, leading you to a booth that was away from the others.

It was the perfect date until the bell rang over the door and you heard the tell-tale voice of Beel and Asmo and Mammon. Though you'd hoped that they wouldn't notice either of you, it wasn't long before Mammon had sat himself next to you, Beel the other side next to Barbatos, and Asmo loudly complaining that they can't just interrupt a couple on a date.

Of course, Mammon complained back just as loudly and Beel simply focused on the sharing devilshake he'd ordered purely for himself, a happy smile on his lips as he swallowed each mouthful.

"Yeah," you murmured, shifting closer to Barbatos. "Perhaps not being disturbed would be a good thing today." You loved the brothers, deeply, but none of them seemed to understand the concept of alone time with your boyfriend. And if it wasn't the interruptions -- urgh -- the endless teasing afterwards was reason enough to find a secluded spot. It was like having seven unruly brothers of your own, overprotective and teasing all at once.

"We could go to the lake," you suggest quickly. You always loved it there. Barbatos chuckled in response, probably already expecting you to say that. "Is all of that food for us?" you ask, watching him continue to add things.

"I can't have you go home hungry and eat anything that man would make," Barbatos muttered darkly. "I happen to like you alive, not poisoned, or worse...."

"I don't know if Solomon's cooking is that bad..." you trail off, unsure of your own claim. "But any excuse to eat more of your food is good for me!"

By the time you'd made it out to the lake, your stomach was grumbling softly. You hadn't missed how he'd packed many of your favourites, and copious amounts of them, and just the sight of them had made you salivate.

Apparently the way to a human's heart was through their stomach.

"Here," he said, offering you half a sandwich with your favourite filling, before he returned to unpacking the rest of the food. He'd even brought a comfortable blanket and a pair of cushions for you both. This man didn't miss a trick and you couldn't help but feel the luckiest person to ever exist to have all of Barbatos' attentions on you.

"This is better than usual," you sighed happily, swallowing a mouthful as you relaxed down onto the cushion. It was a beautiful day, the air was warm with the gentlest of breezes -- and most importantly it was peaceful.

Enjoying time with him like this without talking was something you very much treasured. It was always comfortable, and you never felt any need to fill the silence with small talk -- it was relaxing, comforting even. You wished time like this could stop, that whoever was in charge of the proverbial hourglass of life would just... pause it or something, even if just for an hour or two.

"This is so much food," you slowly said, staring at the spread as he sat beside you.

"You enjoy eating," he replied simply.

"But, I, err-" you grumble, looking down at yourself. You didn't usually care too much about your body, but you'd found yourself feeling more and more aware of the softness of your arms, thighs, and stomach, since dating him.

"If your only excuse to not eat all you can indulge in is the shape of your body then you needn't worry," Barbatos smiled at you, putting a hand on your thigh and squeezing softly. A shudder ran through you, and you squeaked in response. "Unless you happen to think I am so fickle that I would care about something so very trivial."

Affection flowed through you as you gazed at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek. "I don't think of you like that, at all."

"Then there is no need to hold yourself back, is there?"

He offered you a cupcake with his sentence and you let out a small 'ooooh' of awe as you took it gently. You'd not seen this before -- the icing the same beautiful colour of his eyes, and you were positive you could smell a faint hint of mint coming from it, but--

As you bit into it, there was no trace of such flavour, but instead it tasted almost like bubblegum, or candyfloss -- you couldn't quite put your finger on it, but it just tasted of joy -- of happiness, of the most innocent things in life. And, you were surprised to find as you looked at the cupcake, that the inside of it was the same colour as your own eyes--

"I made it with you in mind," Barbatos whispered sweetly as he leaned closer to you. You hiccuped in surprise as his face came closer, his leg slipping over yours so he could straddle your thighs. "I won't ever let anyone taste such a thing."

"Barbatos-"

"Hold still, you have icing here-"

Lifting his fingers to your lips, he quickly wiped his thumb across the corner of your mouth, far slower than was really needed. You gulped, licking your lips and his thumb on instinct.

"I'm- I didn't -- I-"

"Hush," he murmured, his voice some mix of a sultry purr and a growl as his face came closer still. "It's time for me to enjoy something-"

The squeak that escaped your lips was silenced by his own as he crashed his lips against yours. You gulped, feeling the rest of the cupcake fall from your hands as you wrapped your arms around his neck to return his kiss. As you feel Barbatos' teeth nibble at your lower lip, you're internally glad you're alone and that, hopefully, nothing is going to disturb the rest of his plans for the afternoon.

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Sweeter Dreams [Lucifer/Reader]

TW: Reader has nightmare, reader has low/little self esteem, slightly angsty but with a soft resolution Pronouns: You

I haven't written Luci in forever, I apologise if it's bad ;-;

It's fine.

Everything's fine, totally fine, peachy keen and all that crap-- that's why you're stood outside of your beloveds door, eyes puffy, cheeks tear stained, and your pillow clutched loosely in your hand, the bottom dragging on the clean floors. Not to mention the loose shirt you're wearing for nightwear, but honestly, you don't care -- you trust the others enough not to make things weird if you were to bump into them, but at this time of the night no one is ever awake.

Not even Lucifer.

Just as you think, as you press your ear to his door you can't hear him scribbling on countless documents, or the turning of pages as he reads in bed. He's probably lost in a deep sleep, one he so deserves, one you are loath to disturb him from.

Waking him up over something silly like a nightmare -- you give a derisive laugh to yourself, hand dropping from the door handle and taking a step back. The stupid thing is you know he wouldn't care, that Lucifer would actually prefer if you came to him right now, that of all the things that could awaken him, this, and you specifically, are one of the most important. You know he wouldn't mind, he wouldn't berate you for needing him at such an ungodly hour. You're just human after all.

You don't know what you feel more pathetic over; the fact you're in tears and need comfort over a nightmare you can now barely remember, or the fact you can't bring yourself to open the door you know is always open for you. It's not even just guilt of disturbing the sleep he so desperately needs -- it's partly how you've somehow convinced yourself you need to be this big, strong, mature person for Lucifer because no one else would fit at his side.

With your shoulders slumped you find yourself partly folding in on yourself. Dragging yourself back to your own bed would be easier, but you wonder if you can sleep outside Lucifer's room and somehow manage to wake up before him so he's unaware.

Doubtful. The man seems to know everything.

He probably even knows you're here right now, debating entering, talking yourself out of the comfort he is so ready to give--

Like clockwork, as if he can read your mind and was waiting for the realisation, Lucifer's door clicks open. You can't bring yourself to look up at the Avatar of Pride; your face and hair is a mess, and you're positive he's staring at you in a way that's going to make you cry all over again.

Just thinking about it makes you bite your lip.

The pair of you stand in silence for a moment; he's waiting for you to either speak or look up at him. He's good at giving you time, something he's had to learn to do, but something he was more than willing to do -- he loves you so much. Cherishes you. Adores you.

You exhale a shaky breath, your pillow slips from your hand as you throw yourself into his arms which seem to be waiting for this. Lucifer catches it before it hits the ground fully and somehow manages to envelope you so perfectly you feel as though there's not a single part of you existing outside of him in the moment. He's warm and he smells good, both things mixed with the soft, calming murmurs of your name all relax you and ground you back into reality.

You don't know when he closed the door, nor when he led you further into the room and hauled you into his bed, but you're glad for it when your thoughts return to a more coherent form and you find yourself cuddled against his chest. His bed is warm, but not as warm as him.

"You only just went to bed," you croak out in realisation. "I'm so-"

Lucifer's finger presses against your lips, stopping any apology. "And how many times have I told you not to linger outside?"

"I should have gone back, I-"

He sighs, shaking his head. "You should have come in. I've told you to wake me if you need me."

He knows you get nightmares, though you're never specific when you talk to him about them, he's aware that many of them seem to prey on your fears and lack of self esteem and all he wants is to help you through it all. Sometimes he wonders if you would sleep better back home, but he finds himself too selfish to let you go, and the mere thought of not being able to be there if you do need him leaves him almost reeling.

Yeah, he hates that idea. It's a stupid idea; more stupid than any of Mammon's get rich quick schemes.

Lucifer's hand caresses your back, up and down in all-too-practiced soothing motions.

"You should sleep in here from now on," he says suddenly, bluntly, as if the idea should have occurred to him long before this. When you look up at him, his hands move to your face, thumbs so gentle as they brush away lingering tears collecting on the apples of your cheeks. "Then you won't hesitate... and you won't walk around the house in this state."

"Your brothers-"

"Have no right to see you like this, not this vulnerable-" his voice is low, possessive and you gasp out as he tilts your face towards him more. He's serious, you know, the look in his eyes swearing a bloody fury to any man, or living creature, that would see you like this.

"You need sleep, I'll just disturb you if I sleep here with you."

Lucifer lets out what sounds like a low scoff and he leans closer to you, his breath mixing with yours. Your thoughts halt as his lips gently brush yours; a sweet kiss tinged with something more, something addictive that would lead you to your end if you indulged too much -- and yet --

His large hands still cradle your face as he pulls back, and a triumphant smirk sits on his lips when he realises he's stopped you thinking; how can you come up with an excuse now? He's very good at getting you to agree with him, not that you mind anyway, your excuses are never borne out of not wanting to be with him.

"Besides, I believe my quality of sleep would be far better if I were able to hold you all night."

A squeak of a sound escapes your lip as you feel your body heat up. How unfair of him to do this to you. Unable to think of any adequate response to him, you find yourself slowly nodding. You're sure you'd enjoy it, too, and that even if you have a nightmare here, being able to wake up enshrouded in his embrace would instantly make you feel so much safer, and so, so very loved.

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It's All Fun and Games Until... sfw

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Other than hard angst, I'm pretty open to writing anything sfw! Just send me your request in my ask box with the suitor you want! Make sure to take a look at the notes at the bottom of this post please!

Things I won't write:

Things involving pregnancy

Hard angst

Anything involving substance abuse

Poly

Any form of hate content including but not limited to; hate on a specific character or person, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, etc.,.

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Please note I do not take nsfw requests from minors or anons; if you wish your name to be omitted from the post, please say so and that's fine I understand feeling shy -- however please don't be shy when directly interacting with me, I like to write very messy smut, I am not going to kink shame you here.

Things I won't write:

Non-con

Watersport kinks

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Anything involving minors

Incest, Twincest, anything of the sort

NOTES

I do not write for Luke. Ever.

I will likely not write for Solomon, he just doesn't interest me and I know nothing about him other than he cooks bad

I try and write gender neutral, but will always include any pronouns in the warnings; if you want a specific gender please say so.

Smut is written with a female body in mind, this is somewhat non negotiable I just have no idea how to write m/m smut

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Ice Cream [Asmodeus/Reader]

Something little I thought up the other day when I needed some comfort...

TW: Reader has an anxiety attack, pronoun 'girl' used.

It's an all too familiar feeling.

Chest tight, body stiff as you fold in on yourself; fingers leaving marks into your arms as you try and hold yourself together physically. Your thoughts an incoherent jumbled mess -- apart from the loudest of all of them, the ones you shouldn't listen to, the ones that tell you that you're worthless, that you're unloveable, that everything you've ever done and ever will do is a mistake--

No. No you need to not listen to them.

But it's so hard, you think, clenching your eyes as you try to focus on breathing. Anxiety somehow manages to pull all your horrible thoughts to the surface all at once and drown out all form of positivity and light -- there's no hope when it's involved, all you can do is wait until it subsides.

The first sign that anyone had come into your room was the feeling of the mattress dipping below you. The second, the one which let you know who it was, was the delightful scent that filled your nose and calmed you just enough to be able to open your eyes.

Of course, as Asmodeus stares at you, it's nothing but concern in his eyes, but the moment he finds you looking at him, he places that all too bright smile of his on his lips. Somehow that's calming, too.

"You don't need to be alone, hon," he murmurs, shifting closer slightly. It's not like him to be so careful about personal space, but he's always been considerate of how you feel when you've been in these states. "Is it okay if I hold your hands?"

You bite your lip as you swallow down the remark that he really ought not to be so kind to you, and instead nod your head. Asmo is gentle as he pries your fingers from your arms before he lets them rest in between you both, his fingers linked with yours. Your hands have always fit together so perfectly, something he's always been giddy about and something that has come to make you feel happy too.

Despite it, you find a small smile coming to your lips though you know it's half hearted, and probably looks pathetic, and--- urgh---

"After you feel better, I'm going to take you for a cheer up!" he says cheerily. "I found an amazing ice cream place the other day and I was planning to take you at some point -- well seems today is the perfect time."

"Asmo...."

"Oh I know you're going to say I don't have to be so kind, but you can take pictures of me and call it even!"

You know he doesn't care abut that, he's just trying to make you feel better by giving you a chance to feel useful to him, to feel as if there's a point in having you be with him. You sigh, trying to accept the defeat in his tone. Asmodeus is incredibly stubborn, but it's a trait that, in situations like this, can be incredibly useful.

You can't push him away, the more you try the more he digs his heels in and insists on being there for you.

"Tell me what kind of ice cream you'll get," he says softly.

What kind of ice cream? You try and focus your thoughts. It's hard when they're so loud and confused, but you also understand him giving you something to focus on that isn't negative is his way to trying to pull you out of this.

"Um-- Vanilla," you reply quietly. "You can add anything to it -- it goes with everything and it doesn't overpower other flavours."

"Oh that's such a good choice!" he half squeals. "And vanilla makes such a pretty back drop for ice cream art!"

"Ice cream art?" you ask, finding yourself laughing. Of course he would be thinking of the aesthetics of things, but he's not wrong, it's a blank canvas that perfectly suits anything added to it -- flavour wise, and looks wise.

"There we go," he beams. "A proper smile from my girl."

"Oh..." you blush, feeling your cheeks heat as you drop your gaze from his. He's right, you feel better, your thoughts are slowing down and you realise the past five minutes you've not had as much trouble breathing. You swear Asmo is magic, a perfect balm for all the troubles in the world. His positivity is infectious, something you've always admired him for.

"Can I hug you?"

"Asmo, you don't have to ask," you remind him. "You don't normally."

"Mmhmm, but I read it's good to ask when someone is having an anxiety attack in case you startle them, or touching them would make it worse," he says nonchalantly before his arms come up and he all too quickly crushes you against his chest.

He'd been looking up ways to help you in these situations? He really is far too good, you think, bringing your arms up to hug him back and smiling to yourself when you feel him nuzzling into your neck. He smells good and he's always just the perfect temperature for the best hugs you've ever had. There's always something comforting in his hugs, heck, in his touch in general -- always something so genuine. Asmo always means what he says and always does what he wants, but it's always sincere and it's never once felt as if he just says the things he says because he has to. The overflowing compliments are hard to believe, but when he so genuinely means them -- well then it's harder to dispute them.

You don't know what it is about him -- somehow Asmo always manages to make every situation feel better. Perhaps it's his ability to see the beauty in every little thing and to bring it out as if it's the most natural, easiest thing in the world. He's a personal sunshine, almost.

"There we go," he sighs softly, rubbing your back with one hand. "I got you, hon," he affirms. "I've always got you."

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It's All Fun and Games Until... [Mammon/Reader]

For @nightghoul381

 Pronouns Used: Girl

The moment you had stepped foot into the arcade you knew exactly what was going to happen, but still the reality really seemed to exceed all your expectations. 

You’d felt it, instantly, the wave of luck that came over you as you held onto Mammon’s hand, the smug grin on his face as he puffed his chest out at what he’d done. You did want to point out it wasn’t exactly fair to gain such an advantage, especially in the human realm, but Mammon just looked too darn happy with himself, and you weren’t about to shatter that. 

Not when you knew what the future held.

It was almost strange the way just being near him had influenced your stay in the human realm together. You’d stumbled upon a loose bank note on the pavement with no owner in sight, and then another — an hour later, Mammon had lost his wallet to a pickpocket and had almost been hit by a car trying to chase the thief down to get it back. He’d sulked, of course, until you simply reminded him that the thief wouldn’t have much luck — none of Mammons cards worked anyway. He’d sulked more at that until you’d placed a kiss on his cheek, hugged him tightly, and told him you’d treat him to a nice meal with the money you’d found on the floor. 

That was the other thing, too, the way you just got so lucky when going to eat places — you were always greeted with discounts out of nowhere, or amazing seats, or somehow being able to get a table at places you usually needed reservations months in advance for. 

Yet for each piece of luck you gained, Mammon’s day would get worse. He’d lost an ice cream to a seagull and then said bird had pooped on his new jacket. A broken zipper on his pants when you were too far away from anywhere to get him a new pair. Getting rained on while you took a quick trip to a bathroom, the shower lasting barely a few minutes and you’d returned to find him absolutely sopping wet. 

You’d always been aware of his bad luck, but somehow in the human world it seemed even more pronounced. Perhaps it was because everything around the pair of you was entirely normal, and so it stuck out more, especially compared to the Devildom where there was always something strange or amazing going on elsewhere. 

So, as the amount of tickets and small prizes you won from each game grew, you were more and more aware of Mammon’s empty hands and the growing look of sadness on his face. 

He’d been angry at first, with the bad luck, he’d shouted at the seagull, cursed out the thief — but as time had gone on he’d just started to sulk silently about it. Of course, he was all too aware that it wasn’t something he could do anything about, but… you hated seeing him so withdrawn.

“Do you want to go do something else?” You whispered, reaching out to take his hand. His fingers briefly linked with yours before he slipped his hand away. “Mammon….”

“You were excited to come here, so….”

“Mammon, I’m excited to spend any time with you.”

He didn’t reply, instead turning his attention to the crane game in front of him trying desperately to win the little pink sheep plushie that smiled up at him. You watched him carefully; he did nothing wrong, in fact the plushie was so perfectly placed that you thought there was absolutely no way it could elude him — and yet—

It was as if it jumped out of the claw at the last minute itself. 

“Fuck this,” he half hissed, slamming his fist down on the console.

You glanced around, trying to figure out the best way to fix it. You were sure you’d be kicked out soon, between Mammon’s growing bad mood and how you were winning far, far too much, so whatever you were going to do had to be soon.

“You really want that sheep?”

“Kinda reminded me of you…” he grumbled under his breath, glancing away to hide the redness blooming on his cheeks. “Wanted the tickets, too…. What kinda guy can’t win his girl something…. I’m pathetic.”

Of course he was thinking of you. 

You knew better than anyone just how kind and incredibly selfless Mammon could be, and that was what even got him into this entire mess in the first place. You’d seen people take advantage of him far too much, only to turn around and insult him — mistaking his kindness for stupidity. It hurt every time, and yet what hurt most was seeing him continue to try despite it all.

“Well, then your girl is going to have to win you something instead! Unless, you’re too much of a big alpha male to accept that.”

Mammon let out a loud snort before peering up at you, his blue and gold eyes hitting the light just right that you let out a small gasp. Gods he was handsome. “I guess I can… but-“

“Think of how jealous your brothers will be,” you whispered, leaning forward to grip both of his hands. “I won you amazing gifts and not them.”

“Oh… oh yeah that’s true! Levi will be especially annoyed-“ Mammon thought about it, before his chest puffed out again, his usual smile appearing back on his lips. “But-“

“Unless you’re going to say my butt looks good in these pants, you’re not allowed to finish that sentence.”

“Wha-“ he started, eyes going wide and cheeks lighting up like Christmas Day. “I mean… they do-“

“Mammon!”

“You said it!”

The pair of you quickly broke into laughter before you dragged him over to the ticket exchange. Apparently he’d been unaware of the much, much larger version of the sheep plushie that you could exchange for, and he gasped as you asked for it.

“That’s a lot of tickets.”

“You technically won these for me with that luck you always give me, Mammon,” you said gently, before turning to the attendant and taking the large, fluffy item from him. You laughed to yourself at the weight of it; it really was so soft, and there was absolutely no way no one would not notice it. “Here,” you said happily, rolling the pink sheep into his arms. 

“It’s so soft….”

“And… I was thinking we could go to the Photo Booth and take pictures together, too. Get one of those keychains each… as a memory for us both,” you smiled at him, peering around the edge of the sheep. 

“What makes ya think I want-“ he grumbled, trailing off before heaving a sigh. Try and protest as he might, you knew Mammon better than anyone and you knew one of the things he treasured most was you, and time together with you, and that having a physical memory like this was exactly the type of thing he’d take good care of for the rest of his long life. “You’re too good for me….”

“On the contrary, Mammon, I think I’m exactly as good as you need,” you replied, reaching around the giant sheep to place a kiss on his cheek. “You deserve more goodness, and I believe that with all my heart.”

“You gotta stop saying that… it’s bad for my heart and— and— you can’t say it to anyone else.”

You laughed. “Only you, Mammon, I never say things like this to the others.”

“Good! Cause yer mine! Not theirs!”

“Yes, yes,” you laughed, smiling as he freed an arm up to snake around your waist and pull you against his side. You sighed happily, enjoying his warmth and the strong scent of his cologne that you’d once hated so much. “I’ll always be yours, Mammon.”

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Side blog for @asphodelcifer. This is for my writing! art and oc ramblings is on main!

I'm Caramel, I write mostly for Obey Me! with some other fandoms thrown in here and there. Mostly I write x reader, but sometimes I'll post OC writings here, too! (If you wish to know my OC, I post about her on my main blog!) I'm 30+ so mdni please

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