rokiibrok

[rokiibrok]

Gentle Scratches

Smut with a plot.

Caleb x you

synap: After getting bruised in a fight with wanderers, Caleb offers to clean you up, leading to undeniable sexual tension.

The phone in your back pocket vibrated repeatedly. When you finally took it out, a very enthusiastic voice greeted you.

“Hey, pipsqueak, what are you up to?” You could almost imagine him twirling his hair like some excited teenage girl.

“Running a few errands, I hope you’re still free after,”

“I already cleared the rest of my schedule for you,” which wasn’t as easy as he made it sound.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled, tucking the phone between your shoulder and ear.

He let out a slow, exaggerated sigh. " Boring colonel paperwork," His pen now twirling in his fingers.

"I would have thought you'd always be on your feet, stressing about something," you replied with a teasing tone.

“No, most of the time-” He paused. You could hear a faint knock before another voice started speaking. They sounded almost panicked as they rushed their words out. But you couldn’t make out a single sentence. “Sorry, pipsqueak, I have to go. Make sure to call me when you get to Skyhaven,”

You responded with a quick will do before ending the line.

You finally finished all your errands, but unfortunately, a hunter never gets a day off. Shortly after your watch pinged, Wanderers appeared. You quickly pulled out your gun, keeping an eye out for the fleeing people while also trying to contain the Wanderers and protect the rest of the city. The fight ended quickly, but you didn’t come away unscathed. Keeping people safe while fighting wasn’t easy; you had bruises, scratches, and some minor bleeding, but nothing life-threatening. An ambulance arrived and offered to take you to the hospital, but you declined; you were used to a few bruises by now. Finally, after everything, you arrived in Skyhaven, feeling relieved to have made it.

You didn’t even have enough time to click Caleb’s name on your phone before your name was called. The excitement in his voice cut off immediately.

“Are you okay? What happened?” He rushed towards you. His hand was hovering slightly above your face. His voice was stern.

“Just a bit exhausted,” You looked up at him, his brows furrowed. His hand finally cupped your cheeks ever so gently. He turned your face left, then right, slowly. “I’m fine, I swear,” you smiled, hoping it would ease the tension a bit.

“Was it Wanderers?” The way he spoke, moments when his voice lost all playfulness, all emotion. It reminded you he wasn’t the boy you grew up with. Not anymore. You nodded a bit, grabbing his hands.

“Let’s just forget about it. I’m not hurt, just a few cuts,” he didn’t respond right away.

“Can I at least check on you when we get home?” he said softly, almost as if he were begging. His violet puppy eyes looked down at you, and no matter how many times he gazed at you with that almost hurt expression, you always fell helplessly for it.

“Of course you can,”

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Caleb's thumb held your chin as he turned your face. Y'all were now at his place.

“Does that hurt?” His free hand gently running down your neck then stopped at the edge of your shoulder. You almost shudder at the touch.

“No-tickles,” you giggled a bit, which earned a small smile from him

“You have dirt in your hair,” he said, backing away and ruffling your hair. His voice was tinged with a hint of sorrow. He spoke softly, his brows pointing upwards. Lips pouted so slightly, if you hadn't known him so well, you would've missed it.

“Offering to wash it?” It was almost a joke. You felt kind of icky after the fight. After all, you had rolled around in dirt. Dried blood and sweat still stuck to your skin.

“I-,” he paused before smiling. “I haven’t washed your hair since we were kids,” you hummed, smiling.

“Because you'd pull my hair,” you teased, walking to the bathroom.

“Mayyybe because you couldn’t sit still.” He followed behind you, and you didn't notice when his gaze quickly flickered across your body.

You now sat in the tub. Bubbles sitting right above your chest. With Caleb, you never felt uncomfortable. Not even while you sat naked in the tub. Bubbles covering your most intimate parts. After all, you’d sat like this time after time with Caleb.

“Little Miss Hunter,” He spoke lowly. His fingers gently rub your scalp. “Always rushing head first into danger,” His fingers somehow massaged your scalp like an expert. Gently soaking the bubbles deeper. You almost hummed at the soothing sensation. “Try not to squirm, I don’t want soap getting in your eyes,” His voice low, breathy. Heat from his mouth brushes against your neck, causing you to shiver. One hand traces the curves of your back. “Does this hurt?”

It took you a moment to respond, not because of the question, but because you were worried you'd let out a moan for an answer. “No,” the words slowly fell from your lips, hesitant yet firm.

“Look up,”

You did as told without a second thought, almost instinctively. You shifted slightly, closing your legs as a pressure began to build in your lower stomach. It was something you were somewhat used to; after all, Caleb was a handsome man. It would be strange if he didn’t make your heart race once or twice, right? Especially when he spoke so low it should’ve been a whisper. It didn’t help when one hand ran water through my hair. You took a deep breath before slowly letting it out. Your chest, wavering. Your body reacting in ways you wish it didn’t. Goosebumps covering your skin.

“Try not to squirm I don’t want soap getting in your eyes,” He laughed slowly, a teasing, low laugh that made your head spin and your eyes roll back. Both of his hands rested on your shoulders. His left hand remained still while his right hand trailed down your arm, moving only with his fingertips.

“Your entire arm is bruised.” His voice was soft and slow, like it hurt to say. That quiet worry made your thighs press tighter together. God, he cared. And that did something to you.

“I’m okay,” A breathy moan escaped your lips involuntarily. “Promise,” you added quickly. Hoping to brush past the sound. Whether he noticed, he didn’t respond. You glanced over your shoulder and took in his disheveled hair, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, likely from the stream. Then, your gaze fell on the sleeves of his shirt, which were rolled up to his forearms. You noticed the bare skin of his arms, the visible veins, faint scars, and the contours of his fingers. His hand rested on the side of the tub for support.

“Distracted?” That boyish grin drove your imagination wild. Your eyes rolled as you looked away. The teasing lit in his voice caused you to smile. You couldn’t stop it if you tried.

“You done?” Maybe if you got him out of the bathroom, the heat consuming your body would slow down.

He smiled and tilted his head a bit before pushing himself up. “Yea yea,” that smile never leaving his lips. His eyes not quite leaving you either.

The moment he left, you let out a sigh of relief. The heat in your face slowly going down. You rinsed off the soap, feeling the water trickle down your body. Your mind wanders to the memory of Caleb's slender fingers against your bare back. Imagine the feel of his hand on other parts of your body. You quickly shook your head and got dressed. Which was unsurprisingly his shirt and shorts. They almost hung on you like a blanket.

“We aren’t playing doctor all night, are we?” You teased walking out of the bathroom. Caleb is already holding a few Band-Aids.

“Not much longer, promise,” He patted the open space on the couch. “We can do whatever you want after,” his smile didn’t fully reach his eyes.

“Whatever?” you echoed with a grin, your voice lilting just enough to let him know you were poking fun.

“Anything,”

“What if you regret saying that?” You sit down next to him. He scoots a little closer. You were only teasing-or at least it’s supposed to come off as that way. He paused a little, then smiled wider this time.

“Turn your head, pipsqueak.” The Gentle tone he used affected you more than you wish. As you did so, you could feel his hands on your jaw as he laid down a band-aid. He started covering the rest of the open wounds on your body. His hand gentle around your waist. You had to look away so you wouldn’t stare.

Especially when he dropped to his knees. Settling between your legs. Putting a Band-Aid around your ankle, with all his attention focused on that one leg. His eyes looked up. Those soft violet eyes made your heart jump. Just one glance from him could make your body shudder. Not to mention the feeling between your legs returned tenfold. His fingers spread as they slowly moved up your leg, inspecting every inch.

“Relax,” His voice was soothing and intoxicating all at once.

“I... am just," You paused, taking a quick breath. “Stings,” the words sounded more like a question. You shook your head, a bit embarrassed with yourself. It felt silly-the sexual tension building had to be your imagination. Caleb's eyebrows tilted ever so slightly. He glanced back at your leg before placing one more band-aid on your upper thigh.

“When we were kids you’d always get hurt doing the silliest things,”

He sat up, still on his knees between your legs. His ruffled hair covered his face as he looked down. His attention was on the same leg. Seemingly lost in thought as his fingers ran down. Stopping right above your ankle. He let a low, breathy chuckle.

“Then you’d come crying -Caleb, oh Caleb, I think I broke my leg,” he mocked. Then, slowly, he glanced up. His hair was still blocking his face. His eyebrows raised as he looked up at you, passing his lashes and strands of brown hair. “And I’d take care of you,” his thumb caressed the middle of your leg. “Until you felt better,” His tone steady and low. A moment passed, yet you couldn’t look away. Especially when you caught glimpses of his eyes.

“Caleb,” The words came out slower and softer than you expected. He didn’t respond right away, his head dropping to your leg once more. His fingers slowly trailed up your leg. One hand around your calf while the other on top. Both hands moving in sync. Then he said your name. So low you could’ve missed it if the outside world wasn’t so quiet. His hands stopped below your knee. He seemed almost hesitant.

“Is this okay?” The question seemed simple. But in reality, he was asking, Is it okay to cross this silent boundary? The one that kept us friends? Would it be okay if we went passed the point of no return? Slowly, you nodded, holding his eye contact. It took a moment before he stood up. One hand remains on your leg. Slowly moving up until it reached the outer side of your thigh. His other arm reached out beside your head. As he places his hand on the back of the couch. You followed his movements, then stopped back at his face. Your eye darted from his lips to his eyes. The dog tag you had gifted him was dangling from his neck. Slowly swinging back and forth. Him now standing between your legs.

“I need to hear you say it.” The usual teasing edge in his voice was gone, replaced by a quiet firmness that made your breath catch

“Yes,” you paused and glanced away. Only for a second. “It’s okay,”

The hand on your leg that was hesitating before now continued to roam over your thigh. You could feel the faint warmth of his body. He tilted his head and leaned in but stopped halfway. His unsteady breath hits your bottom lip. His eye was glued to your lips. Then they slowly trailed back to your eyes. He waited like a quiet invitation. As if he were asking, “Are you sure,” one last time. Wrapping your hand around his neck, you pulled him in. His lips immediately moved once they connected. His hand on your thigh roaming up passed your ass then stopping at you lower waist. He pulled you closer to him. It was slow and passionate. Like two flickering flames slowly connecting. His free hand on your neck. He slowly tilted your head down to follow his movements. His knees were back on the ground. His pelvis was on the edge of the couch. You could feel his chest against your lower stomach.

He was the first to pull back. You could see his eyes moving around your face. His lips slightly parted, his breathing irritated. Both his hands on your waist now.

“I want you.” Your eyes wandered to his chest. “I need you Caleb.” It wasn’t long until his lips were back on yours. His fingers tightened slightly. Not hurting, just firm. You go to take off his shirt. He pulls back for a second to slide his shirt over his head. His chest was firm. His torso was bare beneath the light. Lean muscle shifted with every subtle movement, each line of his abdomen carved like stone, sharp and defined, the kind of abs that made it impossible not to stare. the taper of his waist draws the eye lower.

“You have me,” he went back into the kiss. Tongues connecting, His slight groans muffled by your lips. Both of his hands now cupping your cheeks. He leaned into the kiss. Pushing your back against the plush couch. His hips moving between your legs. Your slight groans muffled with each kiss. “You’ve always had me,” He murmured against your lips. Not fully pulling back as if he wasn't ready- wasn't capable of breaking the kiss. You pulled back to slip your shirt off. A trail of saliva follows you. Now leaving you in just his shorts. He watched your every movement. Caleb's eyes seemed awestruck. Especially when he leaned back in with a smile. “You’re beautiful,” he said, kissing the side of your neck. His hands following the curve of your waist.

“Every part of you,” His lips trailed down your neck. Leaving small kisses in a slow trail. Finally stopping at your collarbone. He paused for a moment before continuing to kiss down your body, stopping just above your chest.

“Caleb,” The way you said his name was almost whiny. Showing him how impatient you were growing by the second. It didn’t make him move any faster. In fact, all he did in response was hum a little as he started kissing up your neck. Stopping right below your ear. His hum was almost a mocking "yeah"

He kisses your jawline, then pulls you back into his chest, before scooping you off the couch. You could feel his muscles as he carried you like nothing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into another hot and heavy kiss. One arm wrapped around his neck. Your other hand was tangled in his hair, gripping slightly. You moaned into the kiss. His hand gripping under side of your thigh. He gently pushed your back against a wall. You leaned back, looking at him. His cheeks a slight shade of red. His head tilted ever so slightly. One of your hands rubbed down his bare chest. Keeping a slow, tantalizing speed. Feeling each ab on your fingertips while holding eye contact. He groaned at your touch. You could feel him grow tense. His eyes followed your touch. He squirmed as your fingers slid down. Without moving his head, he locked eyes with you. He was smiling. Your hand stopped at his waistband. You gently pulled at the front, making sure not to break eye contact. He whined just at your touch alone.

Putting his hands on your lower back, he pulled you into his chest before backing off the wall. He kissed you once more, like a starving man. He wasn't ashamed to be vocal, that's for sure. Using his foot, he kicked his bedroom door open. He dropped you onto his bed, your legs spreading as you looked up at him.

You leaned in, grabbing his dog tag and pulling him on top of you. He followed along, crawling over you, his arms resting on either side of your head. The tip of the tag rested on your bottom lip. You pulled at it, dragging him closer. His tongue tangled with yours. He slowly lowered himself onto you, his hands finding your waist. He moaned into your mouth as you both felt each other’s most intimate parts. The print in his pants rubbed against your clothed cunt.

He took the first initiative to take off your pants, sliding the oversized shorts off and dropping them to the floor. He paused for a moment, looking up at you. His lips spread into a slow smile as he looked down at your panties.

"You're wet," he said — almost like he couldn't believe it, like it was a dream. He leaned down, kissing your lower abdomen.

You tensed up a bit. You head rolling back on the soft pillow, one hand in his hair. Not pulling, just holding. The other holding the side of the bed. "Relax," He mumbled into your stomach. A low vibration followed his words. He trailed down, leaving kisses. One hand sneaking from your waist to your lower stomach. His fingers spread out. "I read you better than anyone,' The last word sounded venomous. Whilst the rest were low yet comforting. "I'll know if you start second-guessing," He said, kissing the lace on your panties. "I'll know," he kissed again. "So," he pushed your leg open, placing a kiss above the crease between your thigh. "Trust me,' He spoke slowly, his words sounding like a whine. Like he was silently begging.

"Of course, I trust you," the hand in his hair falling to his cheek for a moment. The way his brows rose, his red cheeks. His slightly parted lips. It made your heart rate rise. He kissed the space between your legs. Earning a low whine from you. A silent approval as he slowly slid your panties off. His eyes trailed down your legs, then back to the middle. He leaned in, not quite doing anything. Not yet, at least. His arm lying on the top of your upper thigh. Slowly he ran his thumb down your clit. you squeezed the side of the bed and looked away.

"Do you like it when I do that?" He asked, rubbing a small circle in the same area. A simple yes wouldn't be enough. It took you a moment before you nodded a meek yes, leaving your lips. Quickly followed by a soft moan. He played with your clit, enjoying your reactions. He'd been yearning for so long that he'd never want to rush this moment. Especially not with you. "I want to hear you," it took a few seconds before he continued, "Baby." His voice is enrichingly deep.

"Yes," Your words came out in a single breath.

"Okay' He leaned in. The tip of his nose on your bare pussy. "okay" He mumbled into you before leaving a kiss. Then he stuck out his tongue. Staring from the bottom and stopping a you clit. It was slow and long. Your body involuntarily jolted. Your back lifted off the bed for a second. One hand was squeezing his hair. His moans vibrating off the walls of your cunt.

"Please," you moaned, looking down at him. His eyes appeared between your legs. "Caleb." Whether it was your tone, his name, or the way you begged. Something made him snap. He ran his tongue over your soaked core one last time before finally slipping it inside you. Your breathing became ragged, your throat dry, as involuntary whines left you. Both Caleb's hands are on your thighs. You could feel the faint pressure of his Evol keeping your legs open. Your eyes rolled back. The heat in the room prickles your skin with sweat. You moaned louder when you felt a finger enter. His tongue still ravishing your pussy as he fingered you. You moaned his name. His tongue now lapping at your clit. His fingers kept a steady, slow pace. Finally, he lifted his head. The area around his mouth glistened. He watched looking at your chest rise and fall quickly. His fingers were still moving. He watched as you tried to hold eye contact. But failed as you continued to whimper. Your head falling back on the bed. His fingers wiggling inside of you. His evol letting up so he could watch you squirm in his grasp. Your legs shaking with every pump of his fingers. Then, as you reached your peak, he stopped. You heaved as your chest lifted and fell, struggling to catch your breath. After a moment you spoke.

"You’re such a tease," you said, not directing your comment at him specifically. Eyes glued to the ceiling.

"I can't help it," He sat up. "it's not my fault you sound-" He paused as you sat up and jabbed his chest gently.

"shut up," You pulled him back on top of you, pulling him into a kiss.

"So bossy," He spoke against your lips. Your hands found the buckle of his pants. He helped you slip them off alongside his drawers. Finally letting his cock spring to action.

"Oh," you leaned back on your arms. He was huge—realistically huge. It jumped as you stared, eyes tracing the curving veins. You sat up on your knees, taking a moment before gently pushing him down on the bed.

"Okay," you whispered next to his ear, your finger trailing slowly down his chest, giving him the same kind of slow torture he gave you.

You watched him whine, eyes locked on yours like he'd do anything you asked in that moment, no matter how ridiculous. He tensed when your fingers traveled back up his chest. He moaned your name and grabbed your wrist, not to stop you, just to feel you. You kept stroking his chest, and he jolted at your touch. Your fingers spread as you trailed down his chest. Feeling his chest and the ripple of his abs.

You hadn’t even touched his cock yet, and still it jumped like you did Pre-cum dripping down. "Do you... like this?" You asked hand lowering. Finally touching the tip if his cock. Cum sticking to the palm of your hand. He moaned, his fingers pulling at his hair.

"can-" He took a sharp breath as you ran your hand down his cock. "I want to feel you, baby." His voice wavered. You paused, looking up at him. His soft voice, almost a pleading tone. It made you ache to feel him. You leaned over him, catching his lips. You straddled his hips. His hands found your waist as you fervently made out. You moaned against his lips. Your hands on his bare chest holding yourself up.

"Is this okay?" You whispered, looking down at him. He took a moment before speaking.

"I want to make you feel good," he whispered softly, reaching up to caress your cheeks. His thumb rubbed small circles as he continued, "I want you to feel how much I love you."

His words were all you needed as you hovered over cock. Before slowly sitting on top of him, you stopped at his tip. It stretched you open. He sucked in a deep breath his fingers tightening on your waist.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a husky tone. You nodded, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size. Your hands are still on his chest most of your weight focused there. You slowly dropped yourself lower. A gasp left Caleb as you clenched around him.

You moaned his name when his cock twitched inside of you. His eyes still glued to you. Occasionally, trailing over your body. Taking in the sight of you on his penis. He stuttered as he said your name, head rolling back. "do you like that," His voice low.

You nodded, moving your waist. His penis moving against your walls. He whimpered, hands once again tightening.

"good job, baby," His voice was high. His breath was heavy with every word. Your hips bounced once more until you found the perfect rhythm. You moaned a bit, stifled as you covered your mouth. "let-" He interrupted himself moaning. "l-let it out," You clenched around his cock. His voice was low, husky, ragged, like each word was dragged from the back of his throat. “Just like that…” It rumbled out of him, breathless and broken, the sound heavy with want. Every syllable felt earned, like he was speaking through clenched teeth, trying to hold himself together while you moved on top of him.

"Yeah,” your words came out as a whine. One of his hands rested on the back of your neck, holding your head still to maintain eye contact. Your stomach tightened as the pressure built. Using his hand on your neck, he pulled you in for a kiss. The other hand traveled from your cheek to your lower back. Slowly, he flipped you, positioning himself on top. You let out a small gasp as your back hit the bed. “You feel so good…” You gasped, the words tumbling out between moans. Caleb slowly moved in and out of your pussy. Make sure to leave the tip in before slowly pushing back in. A plethora of wet sounds with each thrust. Caleb nodded at your words. His dog tag dangled violently, swinging with each thrust. Sweat dripped down his toned arms with each hand on either side of your head. His moans were loud, unashamed, and unrestrained, echoing in the air between you. There was nothing held back, no control—just raw, desperate sound spilling from him with every roll of his hips.

Balancing himself on one arm, he touched your lower stomach. He could feel the tip of his cock when it entered. He pushed down softly and earned an abrupt, loud moan from you. It left your lips without shame, high and needy, the kind of sound that made him look at you like he was ready to ruin you all over again. The pleasure building inside of you. You could tell he was at his climax. His words came out strangled. His breathing was heavy and whiny.

"Caleb, I'm going to-" You couldn't even finish speaking. Caleb nodded, his fingers curling around the sheets. The moment you stopped speaking your walls clenched around his penis. He moaned your name as he leaned down, catching your lips. Your moans entangle with his tongue. The world blurred for a moment as you both came undone. Legs shaking as the high slowly subsided. Caleb slowly dropped on top of you. Rolling over a little, not to crush you. Your limbs still entangled.

He took a few heavy breaths before he spoke. "Are you okay?" He seemed to speak in one breath. You nodded before turning your head to look at him. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. The rest is messy. His eyelids were lowered like he'd fall asleep at any moment. Unable to restrain yourself, a smile crept onto your cheeks. The euphoric moment takes hold of you.

"are you okay?"

He nodded at your question, smiling. His eye widened slightly, sparked with new life. His hand once again found your cheek. His thumb caressing your face as he held eye contact. Neither of you could speak. The moment was filled with comfortable silence as he admired you. He leaned in pressing his head onto yours.

"I love you,' He whispered before closing his eyes.

"I love you, too, Caleb." Your eyes fluttered closed as well, listening to his soft breathing.

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This was my first time writing actual smut. So I hope you all enjoy, and if you have any requests or feedback please let me know :)

[rokiibrok]

I honestly don’t think Caleb as much as a freak as everyone says. A perv maybe(lovveeee pervy Caleb)

But I don’t believe he’s choking you. I don’t think he’s a rough lover at all. After all he yearns. In fact I think he’d rather die than ever bruise you. I think he’d be extremely gentle. Almost too gentle. Like you’d have to reassure him. Constantly too. Not to mention I think he’d be sorta pathetic. Just all puppy eye and willing to bend at your mercy. Want him on the floor? Got it. Want him on top? Easy. Want him to eat you out for hours? Already ahead of you. ALSO I don’t think he’d degrade you either. He’s only praising. I cannot CAN NOTTT IMAGINE THIS MAN saying ANYTHING mean about you. ESPECIALLY CALLING YOU A bitch or a slut. Like Caleb? The man who would die for you KILL for you. Caleb the type of guy that would threaten somebody because they called you out of your name. He could never. He would tease though. That’s just who he is. Like “why are you so bossy?” Even though he’s doing whatever you’ve asked. This man would be such a gentle lover. I mean he’s been yearning for literally ever. And finally he gets the chance to explore your body?!?!? He’d take it painfully slow. In fear of hurting you or scaring you but also in awe. Like he cannot believe he’s the one that gets to see you like this.

DO NOT GET ME WRONNGG he is very very very possessive though. He’d say little things like “im the only one who gets to see you like this,” it’ll sound like a question but it’s not. Or the way his hands caress every curve. Not only is he basically worshipping but he’s printing it to memory. The thought of being the only man who sees you like this. Knows you like this. Hears and feels you like this. It gets him GOING. Like simply telling him you belong to him?!?!? That’s his Achilles' heel.

But if you’re into the choking and the berating he’d try. It would take him awhile but he could do it. Especially if that’s what you want oh hell yea. Like he’d choke you. Maybe even slap you not too hard. Never. Might even call you a bad girl. But never bitch. Maybe slut. Never ever bitch. Just the thought of calling you a bitch turns him off.

BUT BUT BUT BUTTT i believe there are two sides of Caleb. Childhood friend, the boy you grew up with and chip in his neck colonel. Which breaks my heart. I feel like you wouldn’t see him often. Like the Caleb reintroduction type beat. Like when he’s integrating you. Or the “I’ve always held myself back and endured. Day,after day, it was suffocating,” LIKE the best example is in the farspace bloomfall card. Where he’s like “let’s go back. Or else you’ll catch a cold,” then he goes to pull you off the bench but you don’t move and he kinda stares at you. LIKEEE AHHH like it breaks my heart but like I hope you know what I mean. Like that man would be the freak everyone writes about. (Still not calling you out of your name) I think he’d be more condescending. Again another example of “you can’t convince yourself to hate me with every fiber of your being can’t you agree?” CHATZ ITS THE WAY HE SAYS IT. Like this is the man that is rough. Who chokes you. Like his emotions are so unstable thisss is the freak. Likeee this is the only time he’s ever rough with you IN THE GAME. It’s like high stressful moment for him. That’s the only time he manhandle you. It’s def because of the chip and that destroys me.

I hope this 4am babbling made sense. Long story short I ADORE CALEB SO MUCH LIKE I LOVE HIM!! Sometimes I feel like he gets the same mischaracterization as Sylus does.

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Caleb’s the type of guy to hug you when he’s had a bad day—no words spoken.

Imagine you’re sitting on the couch, channel surfing. Nothing specific in mind, just looking for something to cure the boredom. You glance up a bit when you hear the front door open. Caleb walks in, his head hung low.

“Everything okay?” you ask, sitting up. But before you can say anything else, he drops onto the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He lays his head in your lap.

You hear him let out a low sigh as he nestles in a bit.

“Bad day?” you ask, ruffling his hair—something you’ve done countless times since you were kids. A silent comfort you’ve shared since childhood. Your nails gently scratch at his scalp.

It’s quiet for a moment. The only sound is the TV, now turned down low.

“I’m okay, pipsqueak,” he murmurs, turning his head so his nose presses against your lower stomach. “Don’t worry about me.”

Practically your older brother—always trying to act nonchalant. Always making sure you don’t worry. Making sure you never have to worry- especially about him.

You hum a little and keep running your fingers through his hair, watching as his eyes flutter shut. Just enjoying each other’s presence.

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Yall I just played wh4t1woulndtd0 and WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK LITERALLY Traumatized like I screamed while playing it😭 GET AWAY FROMMMM AHHH!!

Like I love me a crazy man but NOT THAT CRAZYYY. Like yall he took my teeth!!! My limps!!! MY TEETH!! AND IT TURNED HIM ON!!!! Literally almost cried cause wtf

[rokiibrok]

Sighhh I need him yall

The only instance that we heard Caleb saying "damn it"

(made this for a post lolol)

[rokiibrok]

Should I take away his freedom?

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I’m going feral. I have the mental image of Caleb and MC doing the freaky. She’s hovering slightly above his face, her hands twisting in his hair, his nose almost tickling her clit. Caleb’s hungry eyes stare up at her.

“Pipsqueak, are you worried I’ll suffocate?”

“Maybe.” Her thighs rest on each side of his head, his fingers curled around her waist.

Caleb had been waiting for this moment—practically yearning. The need to feel the inside of her, to explore it even. Using his Evol, the rest of her weight falls onto his face. A shuddering gasp escaped her, fingers threading into his hair as his grip tightened, holding her there—firm, possessive.

“Cal—” Before she could even finish, his tongue latched onto her pussy, ready to explore and claim what he’s been needing. He savored the feeling of her legs tightening around his face, the small gasp that left her lips.

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I LOVE HIM YALL GRRRRRR

[rokiibrok]

I need a full fanfic with Zayne sylus and Caleb NOWWW

How they'd bite you if they were vampires:

Zayne: He is the most careful, cradling your head, his fangs piercing your skin so gently. There's barely a mark. And he makes sure you get a proper meal after he's done.

Xavier: At times he's soft and cuddly, and praises you for letting him feed. Other times, when his jealousy flares up, he's a little meaner and bites you repeatedly on different visible spots.

Rafayel: He kisses your neck first, nuzzling his nose against you and smelling the sweet blood coursing through you. He prefers to pierce the skin and lick it up rather than suck from the source.

Sylus: His fangs aren't the only ones marking your neck, full-on hickey decorating the spot. His breathing is rough as he feeds. He holds you by your chin and waist so you can't squirm.

Caleb: He's careful at the start, but once he tastes your blood, he practically loses it. He's pining you down and taking and taking... He manages to pull back before you pass out, apologetic.

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I am now in my love and deep space phase

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So today I went skating with my friends and that made me wonder can the demon brothers skate?

Lucifer

This man CANNOT SKATE. He’s never even wore a pair a skate before. At first he would refuse to even try. He’s staying on the side. Either Mc or Diavolo would have to convince him. Which isn’t an easy task. He would barley move,he’d be damned if he fell infront of everyone. He would stand there letting the skates roll on their own. He’d lose his balance once then immediately get out the skating rink. If anyone(mostly mammon) caught a video of him slipping he would literally threaten them. If it was Mc or Diavolo though and he would ask them to delete it or keep it to themselves. He hates skating,hates how unsteady it makes him feel. And the constant mocking from Satan.

Mammon

He surprisingly isn’t bad. He’s not the best,he’s definitely falling and rolling across the floor. He’s decent though. Once he gets confident he’ll try to do tricks,try to impress everyone with his “amazing skills” And each time he will fall every single time. He enjoys skating,it’s fun,though he always goes home with bruises up his body.

leviathan

Worse than Lucifer. Didn’t even know it was possible to be worse than Lucifer when he quite literally just glides. Levi CANNOT keep his balance. No matter what. It’s comical, even when he’s standing still he’ll somehow still fall. Therefore he hates skating. He goes home bruised every where. His nose hurts from constantly falling on his face. He’s embarrassed beyond belief, not only is his face red from constantly falling but because he’s embarrassed and wants to go home. Not to mention it’s so tiring. He gets so exhausted so quickly,he wants to go back to his nerds din and play video games. He not only disliked skating he despises it. If anyone ever mentions skating he all of a sudden comes down with the demon flu.

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You

Yan Mammon x Reader 

synap: Mammon likes-no-loves you. He’ll do anything to let you know you’re the only one he see. You are the answer to everything he needs. The missing puzzle piece to his heart.

This is Inspired by the Netflix show “You”

   You don’t understand how manipulative demons are, that’s okay though. Afterall it’s what im here for. To protect the fragile human that was entrusted to me. To avoid another Belphie incidence I had to start keeping a very close eye on you. Keeping a close eye on the demons you interacted with. And when they stepped out of place, which they always do, I will protect you. 

SPLAT

Then like always you’ll come running to me,tears in your eyes. Your fragil body shaking,your euphonious voice quivering. Then I’ll remind how dangerous The Devildom is. I’ll 

SPLAT

Reassure you that i’ll protect you, that im the only one who could protect you. All while you’re in my arms, you’re hands clinching around me like a life line. Greed would consume my every muscle and I’ll need to keep you to myself. I’ll have everything you’re willing to offer piece by piece until everything about you belongs to me. I’m not unfair though I’ll belong to you too. Even though I’m already yours you just aren’t aware yet.But for now-

SPLAT

Ill dispose of anyone who even thinks their worthy of breathing the same air as you, let alone trying to date you. It’s only because I love, i don’t know what i’d do if you became close to the wrong demon. My sharp nails dug into his skull. Everytime his skull hit the concret groud a squishing sound would emmit. His head felt like grapes being grinded between my fingers. Chuncks of blood spilted through my fingers as i continued to slam his head into the ground. My arm dripping with the art I made for you.  Would you understand why i did this? Would you smile at me if i brought his disfigured body to you as a gift of my devotion to you. 

   I stopped. The veins in my arm twitched  ever so slightly. A small, nearly quiet gasp. Your hands covered your mouth. 

   “you weren’t suppose to see this,” I stood up from the body. Your eyes were filled with tears. Even when you were scared you were still the most breath taking creature ive ever had the pleasure of seeing. You tried to slowly back away as if i was a wild lion. “don’t run. I know you’re far to smart to try and out run a demon,” Of course you still tried to run. Your feet scrapping against the ground as your ankles quickly turned. You nearly tripped, your upper body falling fowards. You’d used the tip of your fingers to push yourself back up before you could hit the ground. I loved your stubbornness. It took no time at all to catch you,obviously. Passing by demons puposly averting their gaze. No one dumb enough to intervene. I wrapped my arm around your waist. “mc,” I spoke into your ear. You kicked and screamed but to no avail.

   “Mammon,” You screamed my name. Your legs swinging around as I lifted you off the ground. “mammon please,” Your voice cracked. I hated doing this. I never want to hurt or even give you the illusion of hurting you. I held you close to my chest. Blood smearing on your clothes. You slowed down your movement until you finally stopped. “mammon please don’t hurt me,” Your head hung low. Your eyes glued to the ground,unable to look up.

“I could never hurt you,” I knew you were terrified of me,I could hear the rapid beating of your heart. I could feel the blood rushing through your body like a violent tide. “I’m only trying to protect you,and one day you’ll understand that as well,”💕

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A whimsical moment

(Reigan x reader)

Fluff

I walked through the doors with Reigen by my side. His arms shoved into the pockets of his black,dress pants. Both of us in formal wear for one of my friends weddings. I glance over at him,his eyes scanning the room. Looking for something or someone out of place. Every now and then stopping,watching as if he expected something to appear.

“Oh my god I can’t believe you made it,” The bride walked up to us. Her long,white,wedding dress trailed against the ground. Even though she was smiling I could practically feel her judgmental stares.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied as her arms wrapped around my waist,pulling me into a hug.

“And who’s this?” She pulled back. Her voice an octave higher then usual,almost as if she was surprised.

“Oh- this is,” I paused only for a second before continuing. “Reigen,my boyfriend,” His brows raised as he watched me with mix emotions.

“Boyfriend” the bride said the word like a foreign language. She excepted me to come alone,which is why I brought Reigen. I wouldn’t be tricked by her little tactics.

“Yep,” Reigen spoke in a chipper tone. His hand wrapping around my forearm,pulling me in close. Even without warning he was able play the role like a special improvised actor. “Their boyfriend,” His nose scrunched up as he pulled his lip up. My head was nearly laying on his shoulder from the distance between us,which was nonexistent in this moment. The wif of his Cologne filled my nose with strong yet alluring smell. The mixed chemicals seeming to clash together to creat a mysterious, enticing scent. 

“We’ll I’m glad y’all made it,” She gave me one last smile before striding off,back to her new husband. Reigen looked down at me with a signature smirk. The way his lip quirks to the side almost mange to annoy me just as much as it manage to entice me. I let out an exaggerated sigh,reluctantly backing away from his grasp. I was already prepared for his slick mouth.

“Care to explain what that was about” one eyebrow raised. His hands now laying on his hips. “I’m starting to think we’re not here looking for a spirit,” His sarcasm was so apparent he wasn’t even trying to conceal it. “Don’t tell me you wanted to date me so bad you made up some half-baked ruse,” He laughed slightly as he spoke.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I simpered,only returning his energy. “I might’ve lied about the spirit but I had to get you to come,” I shrugged every so slightly. My hand swaying up in down for a split second in a way to say ‘it’s no big deal’ “you can laugh at me all you want but I needed to come. I have a point to prove,” I crossed my arms,looking across the mass of people. Everyone surrounding the two most important people of the night. The practicality glowing bride and the just as happy groom,dancing. The bride may seem sweet but I’ve know her long enough to know how judgmental she is. Reigen hummed,nodding his head a little as if in thought.

“Well since we’re already here,” He takes my one of my hands. As if it was planned,the music changed. People scattered off into their own groups,dancing,drinking,talking, all having a grand time. Reigen pulled me close to his chest taking us onto the dance floor,surrounded by flowing dresses and skittering sound of aviator wingtips. He was smooth,even if I had no idea what was happening he was able to move me around the dance floor like a priceless puppet. Similar to young children playing dance with their Barbies. Each movement was so precise. If I were an outsider I’d assume we had practice for this very moment as soon as we learned to walk. “after all I am an amazing boyfriend,” He placed emphasis on the world ‘boyfriend’ like he was trying to remind me of the small lie I told.  “and considering how much you want to date me I’m doing you a huge favor right now,” His cocky demeanor coming back almost immediately.

“Yaknow you are so full of yourself right,” He pulls me back in as I spoke. “Everyone says it,” though it is true,I was only teasing.

“You probably like it,” His arrogant tome should’ve been insufferable but any word coming from those lips sounds like tolerable banter. The music seem to slow down and so did Reigen. We we’re nearly slow dancing,still very much on best due to Reigen long,graceful legs.

“As if,” I chuckled slightly,looking down at the floor. I was honestly captivated my the skillfulness way he moved us around the floor. His legs seem to never miss a beat. His arms so in-tune he was able to move me around just at the right moment. Once again the music got slower and so did we.

“Are you going to tell me you aren’t enjoying this?” I glanced up to catch his tended,gaze. Something felt different, almost whimsical. Perhaps it’s was the low lights that somehow mange to reflect off of every piece of jewelry in our vicinity. Casting a shadow over his face and making his lashes look as if they’re fluttering like a falling black feather. A movie moment in reality is all I could think of. I’ve only just now noticed both his hands grasping so gently around my waist. Like he was nearly scared to touched me,to scare me off like a stray kitten. I felt my chest heave,as my heart race quicken. I could feel each individual finger,resting on my waist.

“It’s not the worse thing in the world,” I spoke low,like I was telling him a secret I didn’t want the noisy listeners to hear. “It’s a surprise how good you are at dancing,” Unlike our usual banter my tone was hushed. Not a hint of sarcasm or derision. Finally I looked up,instead of just staring at him through my lashes.

“Well I’m a jack of all traits,” I felt his thumb move up in down on the small era it was provided.

“Well,” I mocked. “I know that is a fact,” I didn’t have to say it but he understood exactly what I was insinuating. His scammer but some how working lifestyle. Due to his multi talents and ability to talk his way in or out of any situation. My lips curled into a smile almost unnoticeably. The moment was a Disney classic. The best friend moment where they’re dancing in eachother arm,teasingly mocking eachother. All while moving,inching in with every word. Until the very moment their lips connect letting sparks and fire crackers fill the sky. But this isn’t a child’s movies filled with fantasy. It’s a reality,as odd as it is. We may not be kissing but our faces we’re still only inches apart. Our eyes seemingly connected to each-other,unwilling to move. 

A loud bell like sound pulled me out of my whimsical state. I blinked my eyes a few times as if I was lost and looked around for the direction of the sound. The bride stood with a glass in one hand and a silver spoon in the other. Once again she tapped the spoon against the glass gathering everyone’s attention.

“I would like to toast one last time for the night,” I drowned out her words,looking at Reigen. We weren’t dancing anymore. In fact we weren’t even in each others arms anymore. The moment may have been ruined but it’s one I’ll never forget. It’ll replay in my head over and over like a joyful child’s favorite Disney movie.

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From America and my first anime was technically dragon ball z

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

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Can I request the obey me boys reactions to the possibility or proof of alternate world travel stuff, would they do it or no?

I love that idea😭I hope this is what you we’re looking for.

Also small spoil alert for early lessons

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After the Mc and Belphegor everyone had questions for Barbatos. Now everyone was aware of Barbatos strength but no one knew how powerful he truly was. He wasn’t opposed to talking about it though. Going into depth on how he can see alternate universe and timelines,even has the ability to change them.

Lucifer

After the incident he believed In everything Barbatos said

He would definitely think about time traveling and alternate universe. Mostly a lot of questions. Would he be a demon? Would he have brothers? Would he have met Mc? What we’re these other alternate universes like.

He’d never think too long about it 💪👴🏼old man has alot of work to do

Plus I feel like he has the mindset of “if it’s not troublesome why think on it to much”

He’d act like he didn’t find it a little interesting. If his brothers brought it up he’d act like he didn’t care but he would listen on their conversation.

If he could do it tho,he wouldn’t. He doesn’t see a reason to dabble on the past or future. Why care what other universe are doing it doesn’t help him.

Mammon

Would 100% beg Barbatos to let him see another universe or time travel.

Would already be plotting ways to get rich

Definitely tried at least once to convince Diavolo to help him out.

Will not shut up about it for months. Either he’s plotting or genuinely interested. Like what are alternate universe him like. If he time traveled to the past would he see himself? Or would he just relive the moment?

If he could,he would without a second thought. Would probably mess up the past or something and now the present all weird.

leviathan

Would probably freak him out a little.

Some anime called demontimetravelsanddestroysallthreerealmsbecausehetripped

Also will not shut up

Compared to mammon though he’s talking about animes and mangas with a similar plots

Tho I think he would move on from the topic pretty quickly just another day in devildom

If he could, it depends on the circumstances. He could probably be convinced but on his own he doesn’t really want too.

Satan

Idk why but I feel like he already knows about the existence of time traveling and alternate universe.

He’s already been interested in the thought of time traveling and alternate universes.

After the incident though he became enthralled by thr thought.

He didn’t only ‘dabble’ in the thought he did as much research as he could. Though a lot of it wasn’t accurate he was still curious.

Would definitely ask Barbatos as many questions as he could. Probably has a list of questions 😭

“If I we’re to see my past self would it change the course of time?”

“Do alternate universes manifest with each and every decision a individual makes?”

“Is it true that one mistake can change everything?”

“If I we’re to go back in time and fall would Lucifer die?”

Random questions here in there

Would never get over it. Wouldn’t talk about it as much as time passes but would occasionally bring it up to Barbatos.

If he could,he would. He’s working on it too,he has connections.

Asmodeus

For some reason I don’t think he’d care that much.

Maybe would have some questions but mostly sexual questions.

Surprisingly I think they’re mild sexual questions.

Though he isn’t obsessed with the topic he would join in conversation about time traveling and alternate universes.

Would wonder if he’s as beautiful in alternate universe.

Would come to the conclusion that he is,because it’s him how could he not be beautiful. But he is the most prepossessing of all the other Asmodeus.

If he could,why not.

He doesn’t see a reason not to do it.

Would 100% look for himself in any alternate universe. Have to see what he looks like.

If he ever went to the future he would look for himself to see if he got even more attractive.

Which he doesn’t even think is possible-still gotta check tho.

Beelzebub

Wouldn’t care nearly as much as everyone

He would probably listen in on conversation and theories but not for long

Definitely though about time traveling once or twice

Could he go back and save Lilith? Would he remember why he’s back there? But he tries not to think about it too much.

If he could he probably wouldn’t unless Belphegor convinced him.

Or someone mentioned food

Belphegor

Also would care

He would be slightly interested for a VERY short period of time.

It only because of the incident tho.

He would 100% think about bringing Lilith back some how.

Could they get her from an alternate universe?

Is she alive in another universe???

Could they travel back to the celestial war? 

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I just saw your post abt requests and I RAN-

do you mind writing some mammon x genderneutral reader fluff about both pining for each other while also being in doubt about their feelings being mutual/oblivious? ♡

You are my first request🙊so hopefully I did you justice.

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“This is too cute,”  Asmodeus held up an outfit in front of me.

“Should I ask him out?” I blurt out. “He’ll probably say no anyways- but maybe I should try,” Asmodeus lowered the outfit down to his waist.

“Don’t over think it to much. Trust me when I say he likes you,” Asmodeus puts the outfit down behind me on my bed then returned to my closet. “We might have to go shopping,” Asmodeus whispered to himself as he continued to rummage through my clothes.

“Why hasn’t he said anything then? It’s been years,” I pull my knees up to my chest. The tip of my feet hanging off the bed. My arms wrapped around my legs to keep me stable.

“The same could be said to you,” Asmodeus spoke. “He makes it painfully obvious that he likes you. It’s embarrassing really” Asmodeus pulls out an outfit,a small smile on his lips. “The flush face,constant stuttering, and don’t even get me started on the constant talking about you,”

“Does he talk about me constantly,” I unintentionally lean in towards Asmodeus direction. “Like how does he talk about me?” One of my foot slipped from the bed. I nearly fall but catch myself before hitting the ground. All while Asmodeus watched with a disapproving gaze. He cleared his throat and held up the outfit.

“Let him come to you at the dance,” Asmodeus lays the outfit down on the bed.

“What if he doesn’t?” I readjust myself on my bed.

“He will,trust me. Then once y’all are dancing lean in real close and ask him out,” Asmodeus watched me,waiting for a response.

“Leave I have to get dress before we’re late,” I change the topic and pick up the outfit Asmodeus picked for me.

“Okay,okay, but just in case I have a back up plan for you,” He said right before closing my door.

~

I leave my room looking for any of my brothers. Though I only find y/n leaving their room.

“Did they leave us!” I spoke aloud,looking around.

“They left us?” Y/n walked up towards me. My eyes wandered on their own,admiring the outfit y/n chose.

“I-it looks like it,” I look away not wanting to be weird. I hate how nervous I feel around them. How my heart flutters like butterfly wings. It feels like I like them- which I don’t. After all why would me,The Great Mammon have any interest in a dumb human. Even if they are somewhat attractive. My eyes glance over almost like they have a mind of there own,again. “Should we walk there together then?” I catch them looking at me too. Could they like me? It’s not like it would matter. “I can drive us,” I say leading the way to my car. “Why’d they leave us what the hell,” I run my fingers through my hair. Each strand gliding against my finger.

“That might be my fault,” Y/n sits in the passenger seat.

“Hm? How?” I hum in response and start driving towards Diavolo castle. Y/n fiddled with their fingers,looking down at the floor.

“That’s not important it’s something me and Asmo talked about,” Y/n spoke slowly, almost fumbling on certain words. It grew silent, it wasn’t awkward though. It was comforting in a way. I didn’t feel like I had to feel the silence. I almost caught my self wanting- no,needing more of this comfortable aura. Only one person able to give me that though. One person that makes me feel like I can be myself and not feel judge. If I could I’d keep y/n for myself,lock them in my room and relish in everything they’re willing to offer. But not only is that a little unhinged we’re just friends. Nothing more, they see me as a friend and so do I. Plus it would be odd for such an amazing demon like myself to date a mer human. I park the car and get out.

“You think Lucifer going to kill us for being late?” Y/n says as I open the passenger door.

“He better not, they left us,” I hold my hand out for y/n to grab. I felt my chest tighten as their fingers gripped my hands. Humans are all so small. I wanted to hold y/n hand just a little longer. “S-so we should go inside,” I pull my hand away too quickly. Was it too quick? Why do I care?

“Here they are,” Solomon waves at us as we enter the open area.

“You’re finally here,” Diavolo smiled wildly,his sharp,white teeth on display. “Almost didn’t think you two would make it,” The room was filled with all Seven Brothers, Diavolo,Barbatos,Mephistopheles,Luke,Simeon,Raphael,Solomon, and thirteen. All chatting,eating or dancing. Everyone here to celebrate the exchange program working perfectly.

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“Do you,” Mammon looked away from me,his voice low. “Do you want to dance,” He paused looking at me,his cheeks flushed.

“Yea,I’d like that,”

“Yea,I figured,” Mammon regains his cocky attitude. “Who wouldn’t want to dance with me,” He flashed his sharp fangs. We walk closer towards the music. I catch a glimpse of Leviathan sitting at a table on his phone,beside him belphegor asleep. The music change from upbeat to slow before the previous song could finish,almost as if it was planned. “Should we slow dance?” Mammon held out his hand,waiting for me. Without a word I grabbed it. He pulled me in close,our chest mer inches apart. The moment was intoxicating,I wanted to tell him everything,give him everything I had to offer. Though the fear of being rejected and only seem as a friend held me back. So,for now, I’ll enjoy this moment. This moment where it feels like it’s only me and him in all three realms. One of his hands wrapped delicately around my hand. As if he’s holding glass,any tighter and I’ll crack. His other hand on my back,keeping me close. I won’t say anything to ruin this moment but I’ll enjoy it. I rest my head on Mammon chest. His heart beat thumping with the slow rhythm. He laid his head on top of my forehead. Friends or not I felt like lovers in a Disney movie. His white hair tickled my forehead. He had no idea how tempting he is for me. Though I may not be a demon I am always tempted to give my every being. But for now I’ll wait,for him.

Sorry this took forever- but I really hope you liked it 🫶

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Mammon rarely uses his sin power because the last time he did catastrophic shit happened

The shit is captalism

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Idk if I should be sad about this or not