#haven't i?

[messysketchyobeyme]

I wish you would write a fic where asmo is just sobbing and throwing up clinging to the mc and how much he loves them and just him being obsessed w them and not wanting to physically separate from them

Selfishness

Asmodeus/Gn!Reader

Word Count: 594 words

A/N: Asmo's a freak *makes out with him*

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Asmodeus’ nails were quite alluring: long sharp, and always sporting a dazzling array of colors. It was interesting to see what design he’d show off next, and which trends he would start.

You liked his nails a little less when they were digging into your shoulder blades.

“Ah, Asmo!” you hissed, “You're hurting me.”

Asmodeus clung to you harder, closing what little gap that was between you two. He trembled, as he buried his face into your chest, his body wracked with sobs. You leaned against your bed frame, and Asmodeus followed suit, laying down on top of you.

“You can’t–you can’t–” It was difficult to parse what he was saying through his crying. “You can’t do this to me!”

You patted him on his back, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of your moist shirt. “Do what, exactly?” You didn't have the faintest idea what he was talking about.

He didn't clarify, only screaming out, “You can’t!” over and over again until his voice was starting to sound raw.

“Asmo, come on. Look at me,” you said. You held the side of his wet face, brushing your thumb against his cheek. You intended to wipe away his tears, but your thumb became soaked, instead.

Asmodeus seized your wrist and gripped it in a manner that was harsher than necessary. You winced, sucking in a sharp inhale through your teeth. “No,” he hiccupped, “I don't want to see my face.”

You tried to shake your hand out of his hold, but he wouldn’t budge. “Then, can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” You tried to readjust yourself, but Asmodeus' grip tightened, refusing to let you move an inch.

He whimpered, seemingly mulling over what to tell you and how much. Then, he spoke, “I love you…I love you so much…” His voice sounded stilted, like he was trying not to break down into tears, again. “I never felt like this before…to love someone without wanting them just for sex or treating them like a plaything to discard once I got bored.” Asmodeus let go of your hand to allow himself to hug you so tightly that it took your breath away. “I care about you more than I care about myself, so that’s why you can’t…you can’t…” 

“I can’t?”

Asmodeus wailed, “You can’t leave me for anyone else! I wouldn't be able to take it!” He screamed, his breath becoming more and more ragged with each choked sob. “Don’t you get it? I'm obsessed with you! I think about you all the time. I need to spend all of my time with you! You can't love anybody more than me! You can’t do that or else I'll! I'll!” 

His words became incoherent babbles, as they became lost in his sobs. He was shaking.

You kissed the top of his head. “I love you, Asmo. You're the most important person in my life. I would never leave you for someone else.”

It took a while for Asmodeus’ tears to die down, but they did eventually. He rested his hands against the small of your back. You were grateful that he was no longer harming you, at least.

He sniffed. “Really?” 

“Really.”

Asmodeus hummed, not saying anything else. He tilted his head to the side, and you got a good look at his tear-stained face. His mascara streaked down his cheeks in large clumps, his eyes were red and puffy, and his lips were pulled into a pinched expression that you couldn't quite place.

He looked awful.

You leaned down and kissed him. He kissed you back.

[dollya-robinprotector]

Why do I have the urge to draw Bailey having the body type of Miguel O'hara?

[jasbell]

Redraw of an old piece!

I'll put the older one under the cut

:,D

[beyondtheglowingstars]

You know what... I humbly request that you have a Master List! I had to scroll an eternity to reach your Sky fic again (then realized you also have an Ao3 but we don't mention my mental state atm)...

(Bonus: One of my favorite facial expressions)

Alright alright, I hear ya, bestie. I'll stir-fry my brain and then see if it came up with a way to organize a masterlist, just give me time and I'll bring something.

Also, I love that expression too! Sometimes I like to think of different scenarios where he would be making that face. Smooching my beloved Sky boy.

[cornmazehater]

do any of you have that one collection of random fandoms that you can never leave?

because they just kind of live in your head rent free, forever.

[epoxyconfetti]

[sheepydraws]

The secret Dungeon Meshi sauce that's getting people to eat better is that it's so non-judgmental. Senshi and the rest of the gang never talk about what not to eat besides things that taste bad and literal poison. They don't even talk about "health" that much besides the importance of a balanced diet. It's so much easier to eat well when you think of food simply as something your body needs, and that it's often worth the extra effort to make it taste good, especially when you understand how to connect "things your body needs" with "things that taste good"

[identitty-dickruption]

guy who hasn't had lunch yet: does the entire world feel doomed to anyone else or is this one just between me and the flaming skull

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[bisexualvader]

[lastoneout]

Ya know when people told me "when you're finally safe enough that you can leave survival mode and start to let go of and process your c-ptsd/trauma things are probably going to get really, really bad before they slowly start to get better" I thought that was reasonable. I did not understand that by "things are going to get bad" they meant "you're going to find yourself in the worst mental state of your entire life, but dw, that means it's working" and tbh I simply wish someone had been more clear.

Edit: If everyone could please take a minute and think about what it must feel like to be struggling and then have multiple strangers say to your face that they find the prospect of going through what you're going through so horrifying that they'd rather kill themselves and then stop leaving comments like that I would greatly appreciate it.

[liquidstar]

If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)

At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.

Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.

[chodzacaparodia]

It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.

[the-halfling-prince]

You can keep a hundred boys in jars or whatever it is that Chappell Roan said

[blorbopolis]

im cooking

[sangled]

shipping win! they have different but equally terrible coping mechanisms