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polyklok · 1 year

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When they’re down bad

Dethklok and their massive, throbbing crush. You can interpret this as and xReader, xOC, or even towards each other idk I don’t make the rules.

Nathan Explosion

Unlike the other members, Nathan has had experience with actual girlfriends (rather than just flings) before, and so can identify the difference between attraction and actual romantic interest pretty quickly.

But he’s still a total idiot about it. He basically hasn’t developed his flirting style since high school; he hasn’t needed to. He’s famous! So, he just sorta forces himself into their attention all the time. He purposely bumps into them, asks to borrow random things, always stands or sits next to them. He just wants to constantly be around them.

He tries to start conversations too but, my god, he’s so awkward! They’ll be sitting in silence together and he just shouts “MAN, THIS WEATHER IS CRAZY.” While it’s been perfectly sunny for three days straight. BTW, he’s always yelling around his crush. It’s partly because he’s nervous, partly because he’s trying to assert his “dominance” (he doesn’t have any)

He tries to drop not-so-subtle hints about his feelings. Like, there will be a couple in public, clearly on a very romantic, cheesy date and he’ll be like “THAT LOOKS FUN, WE SHOULD DO THAT SOMETIME” to his crush. Or if there’s a kissing scene in a movie, he squeezes their hand or something. Just, out of the blue.

In general, he’s pretty obvious and is sort of a disaster, but it’s cute and oddly charming. 7/10 because I suddenly decided I’m ranking them

Pickles The Drummer

If Nathan was a disaster, he’s the end of the world

He desperately tries to play himself up in front of his crush, specifically trying to seem more classy and sophisticated, which are two things Pickles is not. He’s the kind of guy to try to be suave and lean up against a wall and then immediately eat shit, falling to the floor.

He likes to talk around his crush but never to his crush, ya’know? Like, if they are in a room, he’ll speak all loudly to a group about how cool he is and all the things he’s done. But in a one-on-one convo, he’s literally shaking and sweating and nodding along like his brain isn’t in full panic mode (it is). Because he physically can stand how gorgeous his crush is and how obsessed he is with them.

He’ll probably try to drink more than usual to calm his nerves, but it really makes it worse. Cause now he’s a bumbling idiot who’s only talking about how ‘damn pretty’ they are and threatening to get into a fight with the bartender.

Eventually, he does calm down. And he gets to be his natural, funny and relaxed self around them. His heart still flutters, but the anxiety doesn’t consume him like it used to and he has a real conversation with his crush and it feels like he’s falling in love all over again.

Like in most situations, Pickles is kinda a wreck. But he needs time and the right amount of booze to be a pretty great guy, 6/10

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Sound the fucking alarms because this Swedish whore has himself a crush. Seriously though, the realization hits him like a fucking truck. He’s just like, wow this person is hot and I like spending time with them and they have a great personality and they’re funny and they make me feel nice and HOLY FUCK

He gets so pissed. Like, genuine anger at himself and them and everyone else in the world because something is wrong. He can’t bring himself to take it out on them, so he just always scoffs and ignores them for weeks on end. But the whole time, they’re in his head. He feels all warm and fuzzy in more places than just his dick for once.

Eventually, he stops being just a baby and gives them a weird, half-assed apology his ego is still fragile, ok?! And starts flirting. Hard. Constantly praising their body and making unsubtle sexual innuendos, it’s the only thing he really knows how to do in this situation. God forbid they giggle or flirt back, because his face is gonna turn completely red and he’ll need to excuse himself for a 10-minute freak out.

Skwisgaar just feels so many strong emotions, and these new, affectionate ones are just kicking his ass. There’s a good chance that he gives up because he just can’t handle it. But, he might just persist and slowly open up and let them in.

He’s pretty much a noob for these sorts of things. He’s a sex god, not a Prince Charming. 3/10

Toki Wartooth

Toki is actually more passive when it comes to romantic feelings than you would expect; he can accept potential love interests as friends very easily. But once someone has embedded themselves in his brain as more than just a groupie or a good friend, my man is COMPLETELY ride or die

Doesn’t make any effort to hide it either. He gets all giggly around them, biting his lip, twirling his hair, kicking his feet. He’s seriously smitten and everyone can tell, including the crush. He won’t deny it either, “Of course I’s likes them! Who wouldn’ts?”

His wooing methods are completely cheesy as well. Like, leaving a large, lovey-dovey gift basket on their doorstep or writing awful poetry for them completely in Norwegian. In fact, he’s pretty much always getting them little gifts and they’re all genuine, even the stereotypical ones.

He also gets very, very touchy. Greeting them with hugs and holding hands and even little surprise kisses. He knows that they’re not technically dating, but he still sees them as his one and only, so he already begins cementing himself as their partner.

Although, if they don’t show any interest back, he’ll stop after a week or so simply because he gets bored easily. I’m not gonna sit her and act like he doesn’t have the patience of a four-year-old.

Man goes all in with his flirting but it fizzes out very quickly. 7/10

William Murderface

I was wrong about Pickles; THIS is the ultimate disaster. Poor guy really can’t take it, he’s so flustered and anxious and a bit furious at the whole situation. William is so fueled by hatred and hostility that he can’t fathom the fact that he genuinely likes someone and craves their love. For him, it feels like he’s gonna die without them and yet he refuses to go within a foot of them.

Most of the time, he just stares at them with his angry look on his face. If they ask what’s wrong, he just mumbles and walks away. But really, he gets so excited that they talked to him, even though he immediately fucked it up.

Maybe with some time, he can find a slightly better way to deal with his intense feelings. He mostly just needs to learn to relax and have some confidence, but those are both things he has never been good at. But, if he does manage do to so and have a conversation with them…it’s still pretty bad. He’ll stutter and stumble, walking on eggshells because he knows that he has a tendency to say stupid shit.

Even if the relationship doesn’t ever go anywhere, there’s a very good chance he’ll be this nervous around them for months, possibly years. If his crush manages to get the message and starts encouraging his ‘advances’, it’ll still be a while until he’s anything less than a wreck.

Someone please help Murderface, he’s dying out here. 2/10

Btw I wrote this last night and am posting it without much proofreading so sorry if it’s awful

#dethklok #metalocalypse #polyklok is real #william murderface #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #nathan explosion #toki wartooth #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #dethklok x reader #metalocalypse x reader

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loveinhawkins · 2 years

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When they reach his house, the first thing Dustin does is switch the shower on until the water runs hot, because Steve started shivering on the drive over, and Eddie kept glancing over at him in deep concern whenever he gave a more intense shudder, his wet clothes sticking to the back of his seat.

After agreeing to stay over, Steve had slipped into an eerie kind of calm, drifting upstairs to his room to get some dry clothes, doubling back for his toothbrush with a self-directed sigh of exasperation.

He’s quiet as Dustin shows him the shower dial, and even though he nods and smiles, at least, his eyes always land just to the left of Dustin, not quite looking at him.

Dustin tries not to let it sting.

He just blasts a hairdryer in his room to warm himself up, hasn’t got as drenched by the rain as Steve did.

He’s heading to the living room when he hears voices—

“…long has it been like this?”

—and stops.

“I—I don’t. Not. Not all the time.”

“So long enough then. What, are we talking weeks? Months?”

There’s a horrible silence.

“Oh, Steve. Fuck, man, don’t say it’s been years.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

Eddie’s voice wavers when he asks, “On your own?”, like he’s fighting tears. That’s just his way, Dustin thinks. Heart on his sleeve.

“Well. Yeah.”

Steve’s words are clipped, as if he’s irritated, but Dustin gets the feeling that it’s more Steve forcibly trying to stop anything more from spilling out.

“Eddie. Come on, don’t look at me like that.”

Eddie laughs, shattered at the edges. “Can’t control my face, Harrington, ‘fraid I can’t help you there.”

“I mean it, it’s not like—it’s not been that bad all the fucking time, you know? Just. Lately, it’s. Got worse.”

Dustin silently presses his back against the wall and sinks down to the floor. A part of him feels embarrassed that he’s eavesdropping like a little kid, but he can’t help it. If he reveals himself now, he has the sudden fear that Steve will stop talking for a long while.

Eddie breathes in. Out. “In what way?”

“Like. Nightmares and stuff.”

“So walk me through it?”

“Eddie…”

“What? Didn’t know I had the monopoly on sharing fucked up dreams.”

“It’s… I don’t remember all of them. Just… just the feeling when I wake up, it’s…” Dustin hears Steve take a shaky breath, muffled like his hand is briefly covering his mouth. “It’s spreading.”

“…Spreading?”

“I can’t stop it anymore.” Suddenly it’s as if Eddie’s simple prompting has made something inside Steve snap; he’s really talking now, rapid-fire, like he’s running out of time. “I wake up, and I can’t—I just know that I’ve… I’ve fucked up somehow. That I’ve… I’ve lost. Someone. Everyone. Feels like the fucking walls are closing in. It’s—it’s when I’m awake, too. I can’t stop thinking—a-and it’s not even Upside Down shit, not all the time. It’s… Robin was late to work once, and something told me that she—she was dead, and I…”

A creak of someone sitting down on the couch. The soft rustle of fabric. Dustin doesn’t need to see to know that Steve and Eddie are sitting next to one another—that from the fragile way Steve exhales, Eddie is hugging him.

“Christ, Steve. That’s… no-one can just—just deal with that alone, okay? That shit’s poison.”

Steve laughs brokenly. “I can’t just—what else am I supposed to—Eddie, it’s everywhere, it’s—I wake up and I check every fucking car wreck on the news, ‘cause I just—I just have this awful feeling that. That the kids, they’ve…”

Dustin thinks of Steve jokingly scolding them whenever they’re late for him to pick them up, his routine call of, “Hey, shitheads! Seatbelts on or you’re walking.” He feels sick.

“But last night, it…” Eddie sounds tentative. “It was worse?”

“Just… nightmare. Upside Down.”

But the return of the clipped tone to Steve’s voice betrays that there’s more to it.

“Steve.”

It’s kind of amazing, Dustin thinks, how just by saying Steve’s name, it somehow sounds like Eddie is saying, Please tell me and I’m here—and probably more.

“I’ve…” Steve inhales sharply. “I’ve never dreamt that you—that you made it before. You’re always… I’m always too late, and you’re dying, or you’re already dead, but…”

Eddie sounds a bit shaky, too. “But?”

“Not last night. I thought—I fucking thought it was better, it was all quiet, and there were dead bats on the ground, and I was at your trailer, and you were opening the door, you’d made it, and… And then you. You said.”

“Okay, take a breath—”

“You said, ‘One got in.’ That’s all you kept saying one got in, and I was fucking shaking you, trying to help you snap out of it, and… Then I saw what you meant. That. That Dustin.”

“Oh God.”

“It had sliced through his neck. Eddie, he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t stop bleeding.”

“All right. Hey, I’ve got you, just—”

“And then I woke up. And I… I thought. And when I-I went to check—”

“The phone wouldn’t work.”

“Yeah. Think I lost it, a bit.” A deep, weary sigh. “Embarrassing.”

“It’s not. Steve, I fucking promise you that it’s not.”

“Then I… I don’t know. Think I threw up, maybe twice. Drove until I. Until I couldn’t.”

Another creak. Eddie getting off the couch. Footsteps. Running water.

“Here. You’re probably dehydrated to hell.”

Slow sips.

“Hey, Steve. Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For telling me.”

A silence goes on for long enough that Dustin feels he wouldn’t be intruding, if he entered. But he waits. Just in case.

There’s a little miaow by his feet. Tews, blinking slowly up at him.

Dustin gently nudges him towards the living room until he obligingly trots inside.

The reaction is instant.

“Baby,” Eddie says reverently, and Dustin nearly laughs because oh, that’s right; they’ve not met before.

Steve chuckles, makes a soft, encouraging clicking noise. “Hey, bud.”

Dustin stands up. His mom told him once that cats can sense when someone’s in pain, even if they’re silent about it.

When he enters the living room, Tews is curled up in Steve’s lap, purring loudly. Eddie’s got one arm flung across the couch, resting just behind Steve’s head; with his other hand, he’s scratching Tews—the favoured spot, right under the chin.

Steve looks like he might—not sleep, not exactly, but that he might doze off a little.

Dustin doesn’t bother being that quiet, remembers one time when they’d all taken over Steve’s couches, watching movies, and he’d made fun of Steve for his eyelids drooping within the first thirty minutes.

“Can’t help it, dude. When you little shits talk, it’s like white noise,” Steve had said—which at the time, he’d made it sound like an insult, but now Dustin can see that there’s some truth in it.

He lifts a take-out menu off the fridge, folds it into an aeroplane and throws it at Eddie’s chest.

“I’m starving.”

Steve sinks a little more into the couch. His head tips back slightly, and then Eddie’s fingers are lightly skimming through Steve’s hair.

Eddie laughs quietly, takes the menu and says, all hushed and theatrical, “Why, boy, you’re naught but skin and bone!”

Then he smiles, and his head tilts just a bit in acknowledgement—like he knows Dustin had given them the time alone.

#this keeps growing woops. probably 5 parts then 😅 will put on ao3 most likely once it’s all done. new chapter of you know what next ❤️#steddie with dustin’s pov #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #dustin henderson fic #steve and dustin #eddie and dustin #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #henderfam

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etherealeddie · 2 years

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Fragile Memories

Eddie Munson x GN!reader

Summary: First sleepover with Eddie. A pinch of weed and a dash of horror movies, all tied together with a splash of nostalgia.

CW: Use of weed, a bit of angst, mention of rough childhood and home life. Let me know if I missed anything!

Authors Note: This is the first piece of writing I’ve put on here since my One Direction phase/obsession so bear with me here! Big thanks to @phoenixwwitch for beta reading this for me and reminding I am, in fact, very midwestern at times.

Word Count: 948

Hanging out with Eddie isn’t new. Spending time together is something you guys do almost every single day.

But spending time alone? That was foreign. No Steve complaining about Robin, no Robin complaining about Steve, not even Dustin around to complain about both Steve and Robin.

Having a horror movie marathon together only made sense since everyone else hates them. Although you're not sure if it’s because they’re afraid of the fictitious serial killers, or they’re just annoyed by yours and Eddie’s constant commentary on which one of you guys would and wouldn’t survive each film.

It doesn’t take long for the film to be long forgotten for snacks and conversation. Something about the atmosphere of your basement and his cheap weed being passed back and forth really brings out the chattiness in both of you.

“I’m surprised you and Harrington even get along. He’s so uptight.” Eddie says, as he shoves a slice of pizza in his mouth. His table manners were nonexistent for as long as you’ve known him, not that you really care about that.

“He’s really not that bad, yah know. We’ve been friends for a while, he just doesn’t get to be carefree all that often.” You reply, taking a sip of your drink.

“What do you guys even do when you hang out? I really can’t picture him sitting down for a movie night and smoke sesh like this.”

“It’s usually me, him, and Rob. We just chill and talk mostly, sometimes we smoke, just not too often ‘cause his parents freak out.” You say, taking the joint from his outstretched hand.

“He just always seems so stressed. It’s tiresome.” Eddie responds. You know he doesn’t necessarily mean it in a callous way, he’s just never been good with words.

As you finish off the weed, Eddie and you just continue to ramble back and forth about anything that comes to your minds. He lets out a small groan and you look over to see him pulling his hair out of the low bun it’s been in all night.

“Sorry, having it up all day is giving me a headache.” He says while putting the scrunchie on his wrist. It sits oddly on his arm with his chunky rings and leather bracelets in contrast.

“Y'know, Steve always has me play with his hair when he seems troubled. He says it’s the best relaxer.” You know it’s a statement, but you’re hoping he can read the open-ended invitation.

“You callin’ me troubled, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, smirking at the implication, though he knows that’s not what you meant.

“Considering you’ve ranted about school and whether or not you’re going to graduate this year, I’m calling you stressed at the very least.” You reply with a chuckle.

He laughs as well, getting up from the couch and moving to the floor in front of you.

Once he’s comfortable, you gently pull all of his hair out from around his neck. It’s much softer than you were expecting. Although it’s a running joke that Steve cares so much about his hair, Eddie clearly takes care of his too.

You run your fingers through his thick curls, combing out any small tangles you come across. You seem to have run out of banter, and his eyes are glued to Freddy Krueger on the tv, so you retreat into your own thoughts.

It’s when you start massaging his scalp a bit that you hear the first sniffle. Immediately freezing, you ask, “I’m so sorry, did I pull it too hard or something?”

You lean to his side, waiting for an answer. When he turns to answer, you can tell he was trying hard not to make a sound. He starts fidgeting with his rings and mumbling.

“No- no it’s fine. It’s actually really nice I just... I don’t think anyone has played with my hair like this since my mom died..” He responds, not looking you in the eye.

You knew Eddie’s home life had been rough. He’d mentioned it a few times, and you’d met Wayne before. You knew his dad was in prison and his mom had passed, but you’d never asked too many questions. You didn't want to pry in front of everyone on a topic that would upset him. But now you were here alone and he was being vulnerable.

“God, I’m so lame. First time we hang out alone and I’m sobbing on your floor. I can go home if I ruined movie night.” He says quickly before you can even untangle your hands from his curls.

“No, not at all. I can stop if you want... Or I can continue and we can talk about it. Whatever you want, Eds.” You say giving him a reassuring smile, hoping he wants the latter.

He looks you in the eye finally, taking a deep breath. His glassy brown eyes showing more emotion than he ever liked to. He reaches across the coffee table in front of him to the other joint he brought with him.

“I think talking about it might actually be nice… But I’m going to need this first.” He says with a small chuckle.

You continue the small massage to his head, taking the occasional break to smoke. He goes on to tell you a lot about his mom and how much he misses her. You never pressure him to tell another, and you never interrupt. He seems to get more excited about each new one he remembers, and you can’t help but smile and just thank the gods that you agreed to this movie night.

“Steve is right. This is relaxing.” He says with a small laugh.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #my work

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teddymoon06 · 16 days

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Chapter 8

Title: Holding On to Hope

Chapter 8: Fragile Lines

Y/N’s POV

The tension in the building was palpable as we gathered in one of the few safer rooms left in the apartment complex. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating with the weight of everything that had happened. The group was getting thinner, the dangers were multiplying, and it seemed like with every passing moment, we were walking a thinner line between survival and destruction.

Hyun-su had been quieter than usual since we visited the basement. Seeing that monster—knowing that it could be him someday—had left him on edge. I could feel it in the way his hand would tense up when he thought I wasn’t paying attention, how he’d sometimes drift off in thought, staring into space with that haunted look in his eyes.

But I wasn’t going to let him deal with this alone.

“Hey,” I said softly, sitting down beside him as he leaned against the wall. His eyes flickered up to meet mine, and for a moment, I saw the exhaustion etched into his features.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice low.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his. “You okay?”

He hesitated before answering. “I don’t know,” he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I thought… I thought I could handle this. But every time I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder how much longer I can keep it together.”

My heart ached at his words. Hyun-su had been carrying so much weight on his shoulders, trying to protect everyone while fighting the monster inside of him. I couldn’t imagine how hard that must be for him.

“You’re not alone in this, Hyun-su,” I whispered, moving closer to him. “I’m here. We’re all here. And you’re stronger than you think. You’ve made it this far. You’re still you.”

He looked at me, his expression softening. “What if I’m not me anymore?”

“You are,” I said firmly. “You’re still you. And I believe in you.”

For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine, the quiet understanding that passed between us without words. In a world that was falling apart, Hyun-su was my anchor, and I knew I had to be his too.

Cha Hyun-su’s POV

Hearing Y/N’s words, feeling her belief in me, it made the darkness inside me seem just a little less overwhelming. I had been so caught up in the fear of losing control that I’d forgotten what it felt like to have someone by my side. Y/N wasn’t just a reminder of who I was—she was my reason to keep fighting.

I looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time in a while, I allowed myself to feel something other than fear.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice quiet but sincere.

She smiled at me, and I could see the determination in her eyes. “We’re in this together, remember?”

I nodded, my heart swelling with a strange mix of gratitude and affection. Y/N had been with me through so much already, and I couldn’t let her down. I wouldn’t let the monster win. Not while she was here.

Before I could say anything else, the door swung open, and Jae-heon entered the room, his face serious.

“We need to talk,” he said, glancing between Y/N and me. “There’s something you both need to know.”

Y/N’s POV

Jae-heon’s expression was grim as he stood before us, his usual calm demeanor strained by something heavier.

“We’ve received word from the outside,” he began, his tone cautious. “There are people coming. Soldiers. They’re looking for survivors, but…”

“But?” Hyun-su asked, sitting up straighter.

Jae-heon took a deep breath. “But they’re also looking for infected.”

A cold chill ran down my spine. I knew what he was implying. Hyun-su was infected. Would they take him? Would they try to… kill him?

“They won’t understand,” Hyun-su said, his voice tense. “They’ll think I’m like the others.”

Jae-heon nodded slowly. “That’s the risk. If they find out…”

My mind raced. There had to be a way to protect Hyun-su, to keep him safe. “Can we hide him? When they come?”

Jae-heon shook his head. “They’ll be thorough. They’ll scan everyone, test for infections. It won’t be easy to hide something like this.”

I glanced at Hyun-su, my heart pounding. “Then what do we do?”

“We’ll figure something out,” Hyun-su said, his voice firm. “I won’t let them hurt anyone else because of me.”

I could see the determination in his eyes, but I couldn’t shake the fear that gnawed at me. Hyun-su had already been through so much—would he really have to face this threat too?

Cha Hyun-su’s POV

The thought of soldiers coming, of them possibly seeing me as a threat—it stirred something deep inside me. Anger, fear, frustration. But more than anything, I was worried about what it would mean for the others. I had always known I was walking a thin line, but this was something new. I couldn’t let them catch me, couldn’t let them decide I was just another monster to eliminate.

“We have to be ready,” I said, my voice hardening. “I’ll stay out of sight. If they don’t see me, maybe they won’t know.”

Jae-heon looked at me for a long moment before nodding. “We’ll do our best to keep you hidden. But we need to make sure the others are on board with this.”

I swallowed hard. That was the tricky part. Some of the survivors weren’t exactly… comfortable with me. They had accepted me, but only barely. If it came down to it, I wasn’t sure they’d risk their own safety to protect me.

“Do you think they’ll agree?” I asked.

Y/N placed her hand on my arm, her touch grounding me. “They will. I’ll talk to them.”

Y/N’s POV

I could see the fear flicker in Hyun-su’s eyes, the uncertainty of what might happen if the others turned against him. But I wouldn’t let that happen. Hyun-su had risked everything for us—he deserved to be protected.

“I’ll talk to them,” I repeated, standing up. “They’ll understand.”

Hyun-su didn’t say anything, but the gratitude in his eyes was clear. He trusted me, and that meant everything.

I found the others gathered in the common area, murmuring quietly among themselves. They had heard about the soldiers. They were afraid too.

“Everyone,” I said, stepping forward. “We need to talk.”

The room fell silent, all eyes turning toward me.

“I know you’ve all heard about the soldiers coming,” I began, my heart pounding in my chest. “They’re going to help us… but they’re also looking for infected.”

There was a murmur of unease, and I could see the tension rise in the group.

“And that means we need to protect Hyun-su,” I continued, my voice steady. “He’s not like the others. You all know that. He’s helped us—saved us more than once. We owe it to him to keep him safe.”

Some of the survivors exchanged uncertain glances, but no one spoke up. I could feel the weight of their fear, their hesitation. They were scared, and I understood that. But Hyun-su was one of us. He wasn’t a monster.

“Hyun-su has been fighting to stay in control,” I said, my voice growing more urgent. “He’s not a threat to us. He’s been protecting us. And now, it’s our turn to protect him.”

For a moment, no one said anything. The silence stretched on, heavy and tense. My heart raced, and I braced myself for the worst.

But then, finally, Jae-heon stepped forward.

“She’s right,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Hyun-su is one of us. We’ll protect him.”

Slowly, one by one, the others nodded in agreement. Relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. They were on our side.

Cha Hyun-su’s POV

I watched from the doorway as Y/N stood before the group, speaking on my behalf. I could hear every word she said, and each one cut through the fog of doubt that had been clouding my mind.

She believed in me. More than that, she was fighting for me.

When Jae-heon finally backed her up, I felt something shift in the room. The others were still scared, but they were willing to protect me. I didn’t know if it would be enough when the soldiers came, but it was more than I had expected.

Y/N approached me after the meeting, her expression soft but determined. “We’ll figure this out,” she said quietly.

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and guilt. I didn’t deserve this. I had put everyone in danger just by being here, and yet, they were willing to protect me.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice rough.

Y/N smiled, that warm, comforting smile that always made me feel like maybe everything would be okay. “You don’t have to thank me, Hyun-su. We’re in this together.”

For the first time in a long time, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we could make it through this.

End of Chapter 8

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dogtiber · 10 months

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it is sit on the floor and play with puppy for three hours straight or he will cry my ear off time!

Tiber has been having lots of behavior? changes recently—nothing bad, it’s eating more and having lots lots more energy and confidence. I am assuming this is his meds doing their thing and his tummy feels better and his appetite is growing. it’s honestly really gratifying to see him so playful and happy. <3

but it has also thrown a bit of a wrench into our routines we’d settled into with him and how we’d previously been communicating. he is. so much more Loud than before. about everything. bork bork bork go go go all the time is driving us a little nuts. he’s also started trying to chew/dig on inappropriate stuff more frequently than he tried to before.

I think it might also just feel especially bad this week because we just got back from the road trip—and while dadtiber and I are still recovering from all the travel, Tiber certainly is not lol.

and that plus being restricted with enrichment options to entertain him has left us pretty tired. (and that’s not even accounting for the mystery chronic illness/fatigue with me and dadtiber��s odd hours and constant traveling for work lmao)

but I did finally try out turning his wet food into treats tho, and while they’re ugly and fragile, he likes them! did a little impromptu training session while I was de-molding them so glad we’ll be able to pick that back up again and get his brain working and hopefully tired out more.

dadtiber also wants to put him in daycare more often as well so he can run around and play with other dogs over there. I’d like to try to get in some more playdates with friends’ dogs too. and thinking about looking into interactive toys that don’t require food? like those self rolling balls and things? flopping cat toys? anyone tried those and do y’all’s dogs like them?

but tbh all this is gonna be on hold for another week anyway as we leave again on Monday (this time not really as much by choice—family medical emergency stuff going on with dadtiber’s family. also I hate the in-laws and my own parents aren’t a walk in the park either 🫠😭🙃 it’s gonna be an e x h a h s t i n g thanksgiving).

I really do adore seeing him more lively. but I would enjoy a nap lol

#anyway back to lying on the floor and flipping his chicken around for him #he’s been so fun and active and I’m so glad his tummy isn’t bothering him as much #but pls Tiber I would like a nap #journal #am I being too negative?#I feel like I only post about tiredness and frustration #I should do more things I love about Tiber and am grateful for thoughts time

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anyaispunk · 2 years

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Morning and Coffee

Summary: Tom looking back at their moments while drowning alone in misery.

Word Count: 599

Note: There will be 3 parts of this story. I really do hope I make you cry.

Part 2 Part 3

“Damn it, I really need that coffee.”

Tom whining at 8 in the morning was not a usual thing in their house. Today is an exception. Unfortunately, this morning, his palate doesn’t get a chance to be devoured by the taste of his favorite caffeine.

The smell of breakfast still hangs in the air. After fighting the urge to stay in his warm hug, yet it feels like they’re holding each other for dear life, she decided to make scrambled eggs for the long hours of work he had to do a day before.

He wasn’t making it easier though. Feeling the motion of his wife trying to escape his much bigger figure was enough to wake him up.

“Where are you going?” he groaned. Doziness consumed him. His sore muscles needed nothing other than her warmth.

Chuckles escaped from her mouth. The image of them arguing about whose more clingy in the morning was coming back to her head.

“I’m making breakfast today,”

He gave her a confused look.

“As a reward for my annoyingly irresistible man for working so hard to keep his wife well-fed,” she added.

Big grin now plastered on both of their faces.

Filthy ideas rushing through his mind. He decided to let one of them slipped through his tongue.

“Well… if you want to give me a reward. I have a better proposition to offer you, my lady.” his voice turned dark as well as his eyes. Steadying each of his hands on both sides of her head, his breath became closer and closer as he was towering her.

Smile slowly fading from her face. Knowing exactly what he was going to say or do next. Taking the advantage of loosened grip, she ran out so quickly, leaving Tom dumbfounded and lost of what to do next.

He joined her to the kitchen. Practically running, because he was chasing her down like a snake trying to catch its meal.

Acknowledging that she was being chased, the feel of blood pumping through her veins made her screamed of excitement. Her laughter echoed through the hall.

This was it.

This was the only thing that Tom needed.

What he wanted.

This was more than enough.

The feel of her presence in the house.

The feel of her skin under his scarcely touch in the morning.

Her teases and her laugh.

Her.

Her was the only thing that he would never take for granted. Even in the beginning of their relationship, he always appreciated every small things they had. Even when everything was going really well, never, for once, he forgot to thank God for blessing his life with her.

Waking up from his memories, he remembered that day when his coffee maker broke, just like this morning.

Furious, embraced by his lack of boost after a sleepless night and anger of her absence, he threw his coffee mug to the floor.

Glass shattered on the floor. The exact replica of his heart’s current condition.

He didn’t care.

He didn’t even bother to clean it up.

Because everything already feels like a mess, and he doesn’t have a clue on how to uncontaminated this mess from pain.

Picking up his car keys from their keyholder in the hallway, he stormed out.

He needed his coffee.

Driving to the nearest coffee shop was his number one priority.

His car parked neatly in front of the coffee shop. As he pulled his keys from the keyhole, he couldn’t deny a familiar face sitting behind a table near the fragile transparent wall when he looked back up.

He froze.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston imagine #fanfic #imagine #tom hiddleston angst #sad imagine

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nancypullen · 2 years

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Lovely Day

For the last week I’ve been fighting off a cold. Nothing serious, just a garden variety cold - sore throat and sniffles. I’m sure that the more time I spend with the grandgirl I’ll build up my old immune system from my days working for the school district. I was Teflon back then, nothing stuck. I’ll bet if we could actually see viruses kids would be covered in them. Just a fact of life, and I’ll be happy to toughen up again. That said, after a week of blowing my nose while sitting under blankets on the sofa I needed a day out. The mister already had one planned. He asked if I’d like to take a guided walk through the Adkins Arboretum - a little over an hour long and maybe two and a half miles. Heck,yes! It’s a gorgeous day, just chilly enough for a jacket (that means no snakes, right?) and the arboretum is a beautiful, natural, and interesting place. It’s not one of those sculpted gardens, more like a 400 acre nature preserve. We ended up in a group of about ten with a cheerful docent named Nancy. I can now identify eight different species of oak trees and can answer any Jeopardy question on Skunk Cabbage. There was lots of good information and I also learned about the many, many intriguing classes offered at the arboretum. I’ll definitely sign up for some. As we roamed paths and crossed bridges, comparing red oak leaves to white oak leaves, I thought about how lovely it would be to wander these paths in every season. I could get some exercise as well as fill my soul with some of nature’s peace. That’s been missing from my life since May - no more sunset gazing, no deer in the yard, no communing with the birdies. I’ve really missed that. Then I started thinking about how deep in the woods we were and asked the docent (using a cheerful voice, as if my question was a positive one, hoping she’d be truthful), “If I were to walk these paths in the summer what are the chances I’d see a snake?” Her response was quick and equally cheerful - “Oh, definitely!” Then she went on and on about how she’d see them sunning up on tree branches. Then another woman chimed in and said that she always sees them right on the path. So in other words, everywhere. So long arboretum, it was nice knowing you. When she saw the look on my face she added the whole “they’re just part of the food chain” speech. Yeah, Nancy, so am I. Though I’d rather come nose to nose with a hungry bear than to stumble across a snake sleeping in the sun. They’re all king cobras to me. My brain knows differently but every other cell in my body says FLEE! In the end, we had a wonderful walk in the woods, met some lovely people, and learned a lot. That’s a successful morning. I even picked up a hat in the gift shop. I hope my contribution goes toward snake fences.

We pulled out and took a quick drive around the equestrian center in Tuckahoe State Park, just for kicks. Always fun to see people out doing horsey stuff. Then my dear husband suggested we grab some lunch. Any meal I don’t have to create and clean up is a treat, so that was a YES from me. It just so happened that we were minutes from a little spot that sells the best chicken salad I’ve ever tasted (and I spent decades in the south!). Ladies and gents, behold the Ridgely Pharmacy.

The bottom floor is a little general store and pharmacy along with a small lunch counter.

The top floor is the cutest gift shop. We took a loop around the gift shop because all of the Christmas decor was 50% off. I admired this little sign and the mister bought it. At this point I was starting to wonder if he’d won MegaMillions last night.

Hold your horses, there’s more. After we finished our tasty lunch and turned the car toward home, he asked if I wanted to stop at the Denton Mercantile since it was on the way. Um...of course I want to stop and poke around some dusty old stuff. The inside of the Mercantile is filled with pretty and fragile old stuff, mixed with cute new stuff - mostly home decor. The outside looks like Sanford and Son tidied up a bit. Piles of everything from old chairs and tables to mirrors and framed art. You never know what you’ll find. Today I found treasure! I picked up this fabulous old trunk for $40!

Isn’t she marvelous? Oh, how I wish she could talk! Now it’s sitting right under the double windows in the master bedroom, I’ll fill her with quilts and let the kitties use her to birdwatch.

I love how old and chippy and worn it is. Can a trunk be your spirit animal? Anywho, that was my day and I loved every minute of it. Blue skies, a healthy dose of nature, a delicious lunch, and a little shopping. How perfect is that? My tank is refilled! I don’t ask for much in life, but more days like today would be greatly appreciated. On the way home I was still thinking about how great the walk felt and how I should do it more often, but also thinking about sleepy snakes falling on me from tree branches. That’s about the time that we passed the large and lovely local cemetery. I spotted a handful of people gathered around a gravesite and a hearse unloading a casket. Did I think, “Oh, how sad - they’ve lost a loved one” or even “ I hope that’s a very old person who lived a full life”..? NOPE. I thought, now there’s a great place to walk. Loads of paved paths that wind their way under shade trees and cover miles of pretty, manicured ground. Bet there’s not a snake in sight. I wonder if there’s a groundskeeper on duty all the time? Would anyone notice the lady who walks around in the cemetery every day? Could I say I’m just visiting the graves that no one visits anymore? Would it be disrespectful? I mean, I’d never harm so much as a blade of grass and I’d never go in if there was a burial in progress. It just seems like such a safe, quiet, pretty place to walk.

Maybe if I carry a pad and pen I can say I’m doing research. They don’t need to know I’m researching how many laps I can walk in the cemetery before someone questions me.

I’ve got some things to think about, obviously. But the sun has set and that means it’s time for me to switch to flannel jammies and settle in for a night of bad tv. Is there anything worth watching anymore? I miss Schitt’s Creek.

Oh well, maybe there’s a new Dateline and I can learn more about how not to commit a murder. Shows like that are probably why Mickey plans days like today. What’s that old saying....happy wife, spare your life? I don’t think that’s quite right. Anywayyyy, it’s flannel time and I’m ready. Hope you’re getting cozy wherever you are too. Take off that dang bra, get into some stretchy pants! Ahhh. Have a wonderful Saturday night.

Stay safe, stay well, stay comfy.

Nancy

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bowiebond · 2 years

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The blind Steve ficlet you wrote was amazing. Respectfully, imma need more of it please 😌🫴🏾🫴🏾

I don’t have more, but I do have a collection of headcanons I’d like to share with you from that universe 😂

- Steve has a cane for when he’s out and about. He likes to fall in public even after Billy warns him the floors slippery because it makes Billy laugh instinctively. And he’ll keep laughing even as Steve feigns offence, grasping as his arms more than a little indulgently as Billy is in near tears, helping him up.

“I can’t believe you’re laughing at the blind guy. You’re heartless, Hargrove.”

“Shut the fuck up, we both know you did on purpose, you’re making me look bad.” And he’ll get dirty looks from strangers who come up and ask Steve if he’s alright as Steve puts on the ‘woe is me, look at my awful friend who cares not for my safety as a poor, fragile thing’ act. Billy is going red in the face from both embarrassment and from holding back his laughter as ladies fall for Steve’s act.

- Steve is the perfect amount of deaf to tune out Billy’s ventilator when he sleepover (and eventually moves in). He can hear it a little if he’s sleeping on the left side of the bed instead of the right, but he finds it kind of soothing.

- Steve gives Billy’s mask kisses if he wakes up before him and no, Billy doesn’t know this for a long time and when he eventually finds out, he has to take a minute to try not to cry in front of his boyfriend.

- When Billy laughs too hard, he tends to break into coughing fits. Some days it’s fine and he can rub the pain away after, but on bad days Steve will help him sit back and make him tea, the honeyed one Billy likes. Just taking twenty minutes to calm down to be the difference between a good day and a shit one for Billy, and Steve tries his best to make it easier.

- Steve forgets people need the lights on when they go around the house. Billy realised this pretty early in. Steve’s got a few windows; one in the living room, another in the kitchen, a tiny one in the bathroom for steam to exit and a balcony attached to his bedroom. During the day, Billy doesn’t really need to turn the lights on anyway, so he doesn’t. He prefers it a bit dimmer anyway with his headaches.

Billy does invest in lamps tho; silly ones that look entirely out of place in Steve’s bare but posh apartment. Steve only realises the lamp next to their couch is a bright pink flamingo when Mike awkwardly points it out one day and Steve spends weeks giggling every time his hand brushes it while reaching for the remote (so he can listen to MTV). Eventually Billy asks what’s up and Steve goes hysterical with laughter, “THAT FLAMINGO LAMP HAS BEEN HERE FIVE MONTHS AND NOBODY SAID ANYTHING! NOT EVEN ROBIN!”

“Yeah, I told her not to say anything.”

“How many of the things you’ve brought for our place are like the flamingo?”

“…Like bird themed?”

“Anything that doesn’t suit the original design of this place.”

Billy is quiet a long time before he just starts listing off many, many things he’s brought home; a black Santa statue that made Lucas snort once, multiple cat themed mugs than Robin likes to steal when over, a Cookie Monster themed lamp in their bedroom, and half of their cushions? The ugliest designs he could think of were chosen as thrift stores. There’s also a birdbath on the balcony as of two days ago and Billy’s been waiting for Steve to put his hand in it by accident.

- Steve forgets to charge his hearing aids a lot. He doesn’t have to wear them as long as people speak up, but they’re handy in public when people don’t know he’s deaf, only blind. Billy usually ends up finding them somewhere in the apartment and charges them, but on occasion they’ll leave the house without them and Steve will have a server talk right at him, except he’s distracted so he’s not tuned in and well…

A hand touches his across the table and he jolted to attention.

“What’s up?”

“Steve,” Billy sounds like he wants to chuckle but is being polite. “The poor girls going red, what’re you having to eat?”

“Oh! Sorry!” Steve’s face burned as he fumbled, turning his head to the right.

“Left.” He turned left and smiled awkwardly, fidgeting with Billy’s fingers out of the habit.

“Just, uh, the chicken and avo special. Thanks.”

“Sorry! I didn’t realise!” She really does sound sorry, embarrassed, and Steve chuckles.

“It’s fine, at least he didn’t hear you.” Billy smirks at his own joke and Steve whacked him across the table, hitting his chest more than his arm.

“Don’t be a dick.” They’ll laugh about it later though when they get home.

- Billy has some bad scarring. It’s not smooth and seamless, it’s messy and bumpy, a mix of white tissue and spots darker than the rest of his skin even after years of healing. He still wore his shirts unbuttoned, but he usually wore singlets under them in public.

Steve can’t see the damage, but he likes to feel it sometimes. The skin is thinner and more sensitive in a strange way, and Billy will watch Steve’s hand travel along the ridges and bump while he reads to the brunet.

“It’s not pretty.” He mentions one day. “I don’t get why you like touching it so much. It’s ugly.”

“Well, pretty and ugly are descriptions people with sight use. I just…it proves you’re real. I can’t say pitch me if I’m seeing things I don’t believe are there. My mind couldn’t come up with a texture like this. That’s all. It proves you’re alive. That you’re here.”

Billy doesn’t ask again. He also denies the sniff he gives, blaming the book instead of his boyfriends words for his tears.

- Billy still has anxiety, but anxiety/panic attacks are Very Bad on his weak heart and lungs, so he eventually gets a service dog after a long discussion with Steve. Billy names her Donna and she’s a big fluffy retriever who is perfect for weighted pressure to ground him during attacks. That, and she can alert Steve if he needs medical attention due to the elevated heart rate or a coughing fit that’s going on much too long to be good.

- Hospital visits suck but are necessary. Billy has to have regular check ups for blood pressure, lung and heart health, his fatigue and chronic migraines. Steve gets his ears tested twice a year as well as a general check up - doctors are keeping a close on his head for trauma due to how much concussions he’s had in the past. Billy gets his eyes tested once a year, usually to change prescription.

- They pair always go together as support. Steve can be inclined towards PTSD-induced flashbacks when it comes to needles if he’s left alone and in the past Robin went with him, but she got antsy and would ramble a lot about things that really didn’t help Steve’s nerves. Billy will usually hold his hand through most appointments because doctors dress like scientists and scientists - they freak them all out. Steve doesn’t like their constant insistence on tests and Billy is not a fan either. They know they’re in safe hands, they have a favourite doctor they’re inclined towards, but it’s still scary, so they go together every time. They’ll move plans around just so they’re there for the other. (When they really can’t, Robin or Max can stand in but it’s not preferred. They refused to be separated during visits and it’s caused a few conflicts with doctors, but they’re willing to walk right out if not heard and find someone better. They know a good lawyer after all *cough* Nancy *cough*)

- They’ve disgusting in love and Steve forgets they’re not alone sometimes, which makes it very awkward for everyone when Billy’s been talking a long time in a group setting and Steve will just put a hand on his thigh and sigh. “Have I ever told you how hot your voice is? Cause it is. Wanna ruin mine?”

Any guest has learned to scream at the top of their lungs when this happens and Steve will always end up apologising profusely because he genuinely forgets other people are there sometimes, even when invited. Billy thinks it’s hilarious.

- Sex is a little harder for the both of them, but they’re learned to work around a lot of things in order to still fuck like they want to possess the other. It’s great. Plus, Steve gets to handcuff Billy to the bed frame most nights and just feel everything. It’s different from feeling someone’s face, relearning their expressions, the new lines on their face as they age. Billys sensitive all over, or maybe he’s just sensitive to Steve’s hand in general, but it’s intimate. Steve likes caressing him all over, likes to relearning his body every night, likes remembering the parts that haven’t changed.

It’s even more fun when Steve blindfolds him. Steve’s not used to people touching him outside of guiding him, and it makes him shiver all over when Billy explores his body with calloused hands, not just touching the parts that would entice a moan or a sigh, but all over. His neck, his shoulders, his arms and wrists. Down his torso and over his hips and along his calves and squeezing his knees. He memorises where his moles are after a few months, and makes Steve grin when he kisses them. Steve’s used to exploring other people, has to to see them through his hands, but there’s a feeling so special about being explored in return.

He only ever wants to explore and be explored by Billy.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #blind Steve harrington #disabled!billy #harringrove

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comatose--overdose · 3 years

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Hey mate, love cat!jason, thoughts on how he'd react to being given an egg? There's the whole thing with cats protecting eggs because they know how fragile they are, I know it's still Jason but maybe cat brain takes over?

He was in the kitchen with Dick and Tim, lounging on the counter where he wasn’t supposed to be, but no one present was going to make him move. Dick decided some hard boiled eggs sounded like a decent snack and so grabbed the carton from the fridge.

It’s Tim’s idea to give Jason one.

“Hey, have you seen those vids of people giving their cats eggs? a lot of them get weirdly protective and broody over them. We should see how Jay reacts.”

Internally, Jay was rolling his eyes. They really couldn’t just let him sit there peacefully and get cat hair all over everything, huh? They gotta keep up with the trends like he’s their pet. Oh well. He got himself into this, and in for a penny, in for a pound. Besides, if they’re dumb enough to set an egg in front of him, well... he’s not the one who’ll have to clean it up off the floor. There aren’t very many perks to having no thumbs, but not being expected to do chores is one of them.

“Ooh! I have seen those! They’re adorable! ...And now I have to know.” Dick grinned brightly as he grabbed a single egg from the carton and slowly held it out to Jason to sniff curiously, and Jason complied, keeping the act up.

But then Dick set the egg down gently, right in front of him, and suddenly he wasn’t acting anymore. That egg was his now. That egg was his responsibility. He had to protect it, it’s so fragile. He felt the same compulsion to protect it that he felt for the baby birds.There was no thought behind it, only instinct as he gently maneuvered to egg underneath himself, laying ever so gently on top of it so it would be kept safe and warm by his fluffy underbelly. Careful to keep all of his weight on his paws, he curled around it as much as he could.

Dick’s squealing was obnoxious.

“Oh my fucking god. Timmy! Timmy lookit ‘im! Oh my god that egg’s his baby now!”

Jason heard the lens shutter sound effect and looked over to see Tim holding up his phone with a shit eating grin on his face. Oh. okay. So baby bird wanted a wet bed again. Jason shall provide.

...Later, after his egg has been protected sufficiently.

“Hey Dick, we only had like 4 eggs left. If you still want a snack, you have to get that one away from him now. Alfred isn’t going to the store until tomorrow.”

Try it. Try it, Jason dared him. Double dared him. Dick would lose his hand.

Dick knew it too, by the look of horror and betrayal that crept onto his face at the realization. “You set me up. Timmy! You set me up! You knew I wouldn’t think that far ahead and you suggested it anyway!”

“It’s someone else’s turn to be loathed by the beast Richard. You have been chosen as sacrifice.”

“Timmy!”

Huh. Okay, that’s diabolical and hilarious. Tim gets to keep clean sheets for the day. Jason’s still stealing his phone when he turns back though.

Dick tried only thrice to retrieve the egg from the very fluffy dragon guarding it fiercely before he gave up and made a sandwich instead....after bandaging the many new scratches on his hand. Tim and Dick sent Damian in a little while later in the hopes he could succeed where Dick failed (and Tim failed to try). When Jay felt the urge to swipe at Damian too, he froze, and just let the kid take it from him, realizing it was for the best. He was a little sad, honestly. That was his egg. His. And once it was away from him, his head cleared and he realized how ridiculous it was, but still. His egg. But he wasn’t about to harm Damian over it.

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(The next evening, Jason finds a red plastic Easter egg sitting in the chair he’s taken to curling up in. He can smell Damian on it. Had it been from Tim, it likely would have been a gesture of mockery, but from Damian? it’s a genuine and innocent gesture, and remarkably sweet. Dami gets some extra cuddles for that, and the egg doesn’t leave his sight. He doesn’t feel the same instinct for it, but that doesn’t stop him. Even when he’s human again Jason keeps the egg in his pocket. It’s such a simple thing, but it’s probably one of the kindest gifts he’s ever been given. Besides. His egg. Gotta protect.)

[More Cat!Jason posts here]

#cat!Jason #Jason Todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #batfam #batman #batbros #batboys #dc comics #answered ask

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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How Often They Worry about MC…

For those who don’t know, I have a little dog named Charlie and she is a large portion of my world. There's no need to be alarmed, my dog is fine, but there are days where I hold her and all I can think about is how much I worry about her health down the line… I suppose we often do that for the people we love, particularly the ones who may not last as long as we will. Take that as inspiration if you'd like.

Lucifer

Near constantly.

If you tracked his blood pressure on a grid, you'd see it start to continuously rise about when he decided they were worth having in his life.

Lucifer is the eldest sibling to a whole crew of brothers so he's no stranger to worry. He worried about his brothers when they were young, he worried about them after the Fall, and he still worries about them now (even if he's less open about it).

But a part of him knows that his brothers can handle their own, at least to varying degrees. The MC, though? He's far less sure…

They've proven rather resilient, but also headstrong and reckless. Neither of which are good things to be in a place this dangerous...

If Lucifer isn't careful, he can catch himself staring at a wall or window just wondering where they are and if they're doing alright… If he called them every time he had a passing worry, their inbox would be full by the end each week.

He holds himself back because he doesn't have the time to constantly protect them, but that doesn't stop him from sending a text once or twice a day. They better respond or he'll start (secretly) panicking.

Mammon

He forgets their mortality from time to time, but every time he remembers it hits like a ton of bricks…

Mammon is a pretty "in-the-moment" person. He doesn't spend a lot of time dwelling on the future, but whenever he does the thought of losing MC always comes back to him again and again.

Like. It's gotta happen eventually, right? They're human, humans die, hell they don't even live that long to start with!

The MC can always tell when Mammon's getting worried because he'll get uncharacteristically quiet and pace around or hover by them…

Every little injury or strenuous task will suddenly seem like too much to him as well.

If they need to carry some boxes, he'll carry them all.

If they have to jog to class, he's carrying them.

If they so much as get a papercut, he'll have a heart attack.

It's not very hard to get Mammon out of these funks - he really does want them to reassure him that they're okay - but he's never going to get fully over it…

Not until he can steal whatever top secret immortality formula Solomon must have used anyway… He'll get it off that bastard eventually.

Leviathan

Thinks about it so often he has to actively try not to just to get any peace…

He dodges his fears for MC like a protagonist dodges lasting consequences. Every time he feels one creeping up, he's always got a distraction waiting…

"Hey where's MC at? I hope they didn't fall into the riv-OH HEY CHECK OUT THIS NEW GAME!!"

"What are they doing over there…? That looks hard, what if they bre-WAIT DIDN'T MY FAVORITE VOICE ACTOR JUST RELEASE A NEW PODCAST???"

"What if the MC dies tomorrow and they leave me all alo-DEVIL FIGHT 200! YOU CAN'T BEAT DEVIL FIGHT 200, LET’S BREAK MY HIGH SCORE!!"

Cut him some slack, his psyche cannot handle the idea of losing them on top of everything else he grapples with every day.

If, on the rare occasion, he does let himself fall down that rabbit hole he becomes extra clingy and practically begs MC not to leave his room… like ever. He'd bubble wrap them if he could.

Anytime they get really hurt or really sick he refuses to leave their side even if it means he has to awkwardly sit on the floor. He just needs to be able to glance at them every so often to be sure they're alive… Still breathing?? Phew…

Satan

He worries, preps, rationalizes, then worries again…

For Satan, knowledge is power and every scrap of information he can learn about MC is more power he can use to keep them safe and healthy.

Yes, he will want their medical history. Yes, he's going to need a list of prescriptions. Family members too. And no, you do not get a choice.

He'll read up on as many things as he can - pawn medical journals off of witches and get magical alternatives from Solomon.

The cycle usually goes:

1. He's lying awake at night because he just heard about some terrible bacteria that makes human's skin peel off or something.

2. He does all the research he can on this bacteria, its treatment options, best prevention methods, etc.

3. Gets right about to break out the rubber booties for MC to wear around, then realizes they have a very slim chance of catching said bacteria since it's only native to incredibly remote parts of Indonesia.

4. Feels instant relief that MC will probably not catch flesh-eating bacteria and can finally sleep again…

5. Hears of some other human medical horror from Solomon and starts to worry…

It's a vicious cycle indeed… But at least he's getting a lot of medical training. Soon enough he'll be the Devildom's version of a human vet (which I guess is just a doctor, come to think of it. 🤔)

Asmodeus

Lives so "here-and-now" that he doesn't remember often, but when he does it's always heartbreaking…

Asmo usually tries to worry about things as little as possible. It’s bad for the skin, you know? But when the MC is involved, all of that goes out the window.

Like how a delicate blossom eventually wilts in the snow, the MC is bound to leave them in time… Usually there's supposed to be something beautiful in that kind of tragedy, but perhaps he's just too close to them to find any romance in it.

The thought of their death gives him breakouts and anytime they get hurt or sick he's the first brother to offer them comfort. Every time.

Because he doesn't feel like he's as physically strong as he brothers, he tries to make up for it by minding their health in other ways. Anything to keep his MC strong and beautiful as always!

If Asmo is in a worrying mood, then he may also compensate by trying to take the MC out to a party or some fun event. Why sit around worrying by himself when he could be making memories with them now, right?

Beelzebub

It comes in waves, mostly at night.

When your thoughts throughout the day are mostly, "I wish I wasn't so hungry," it doesn't afford you a lot of time to think about much else.

In a way, it's a good thing since he experiences a lot less stress. But those worries are still there and they mostly plague his dreams…

Beel doesn’t feel hungry when he's sleeping, so a lot of his fears will make themselves known overnight. An injured or dying MC is often in his rotation of nightmares though, of course, he'd rather it not be…

After having one of these dreams, his first instinct is to always make sure the MC is okay. If they're with him, he'll hug them and check their heartbeat. If they're somewhere else, he'll go to them or shoot a text.

He has woken up without realizing his nightmare was all a dream though, and usually it's up to Belphie or MC themselves to console him while he cries… It's so heartbreaking, sweet boy just puts a lot of pressure on himself to be sure they're safe…

When he worries, it's like they're the most beautiful and expensive China set in a room full of bulls and hammers. If he could tape them to his side, he probably would. He gets scared for them that much…

Belphegor

More scared about it than anyone else in the House.

Despite his calm demeanor, Belphie is truly afraid of losing his loved ones beneath the surface… He's already lost one of his most dear siblings before, going through that again may just break him.

Unfortunately, he's also felt just how fragile the MC is firsthand... He's not even the strongest of his brothers, yet he was able to snuff them out so easily… Who's to say someone else won't try?

Like Beel, MC's death is a recurring nightmare for him but he can usually shake off his dreams fairly well, if not change them mid-sleep. More scary is when something is actually wrong with them or they're not feeling well.

Belphie always sets his inner laziness aside for the MC when he can. If they get sick, he'll usually be right along with his family to take care of them - even if he has to skip school to do so (not that he cares about class anyway).

When he's worrying about them, he tries to play it off at first, but soon enough they'll notice him acting overly concerned and losing sleep… Best to calm him down before he starts getting cranky.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons

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Breeding Kink Pt. 2 | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!!

Words: 5.2k

A/N: Oh god i have no braincells anymore. Zhongli fcked with my braincells as well. Here ya go. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Happy Birthday as well.

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

PART 1 HERE

It was already deep into the night.

The last of the busy market kiosks has died down, the golden glow of their lanterns flickered off for the day, while the late-night loiterers had gone to rest at their station as silence and the sound of crickets settled in. The harbor has truly gone to sleep after a rough day’s work, and will rise once again at early dawn.

Yet inside the bedchambers of a certain married couple, things were still heating up.

“Z-Zhongli…! Please…!”

You held on to the silken sheets tightly with face flushed and sweating. Every now and then, a moan would escape your lips, savoring the moment where ecstasy was at its peak. It felt good—really good—as your husband Zhongli thrusted sharply into you.

“YN…” he growled beside your ear as he bent down, kissing the bare skin of your shoulders. “YN…I’m close…haa…”

He could feel all the pleasure welling up inside of him. You were holding on to him like a vice grip, as if wringing him out of his seed and coaxing him to come inside you. Zhongli felt his dick twitch at the thought of filling you up, pushing him closer to his climax.

“Aahhh…so g-good….mmnn….! Zhongli…! I’m gonna—”

“My love…I-I…!”

—!

“Mama? Papa…?”

A knock at their door, followed by a small voice stopped the both of them in their tracks.

Oh no, not again…

Looking at each other, you and Zhongli immediately scrambled to compose yourselves.

“Yuqing…ah, please stay where you are—"

“Honey, just a second! Let me…let me just find my slippers—”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your discarded robe on the floor and put on your sandals, while your husband raced to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. “Love, I’ll be there in a moment. Please take Yuqing back to her room in the meantime,” was what he said.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by curious amber eyes—the same as her father’s—who seemingly stared at you as if trying to assess the situation. She was carrying her favorite plushie, a geovishap hatchling, for some reason, while you knelt down and caressed her cheeks gently.

“Yuqing? What’s wrong?” you asked her, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

“Something jumped from the window, Mama…! I…I don’t want to go back!” She replied, almost in a whisper as she held on to the plushie tightly.

Your daughter’s words immediately caught your attention. It could just be a squirrel, or maybe something more dangerous. Nevertheless, you have to go check it out.

“Alright, honey. Let’s see what it is,” you replied as you carried her on your arms. “Mama and Papa can easily hunt monsters down!”

Yuqing blinked at you. “Hm? But where’s Papa?”

“Oh, uh…he just needs to pee,” you replied awkwardly, not totally forgetting what you two were doing a while ago.

By the time you arrived at Yuqing’s bedroom, you were greeted by a calico cat which was carrying her own young into the room, staring at you both with scrutinizing eyes. It seemed to have taken a liking to the room and decided to take shelter there. You instantly knew what was the matter.

“It’s a mama cat!” Yuqing exclaimed happily, jumping from your grasps as you muttered “be careful!” at the ecstatic child.

“Don’t come too close to it, honey,” you told her, sitting on the bed as you watched your daughter crouch near the animal to observe it. “The mama cat doesn’t like it if you touch her kittens. She might scratch you.”

“Oh…” your daughter murmured disappointingly, and then returned to your side when she had enough watching.

Looking down to her, you could really see how much Yuqing resembled Zhongli—the same eyes, the same dignified yet gentle countenance. Her hair was a little lighter but it’ll probably turn as dark as Zhongli’s when she’s older. You smiled at the thought of watching your daughter grow—a few years ago, she was still so small and fragile as you held her for the first time, but now, she’ll be turning six, and then eleven, and then little will you know, she has become such a fine lady.

Pulling her into an embrace, you caught the child off guard as you smothered her with kisses.

“Mama!” She protested, but was giggling at the same time. “Mama…what are you doing!”

“I just love my dearest Yuqing!” you exclaimed, but then stopped to pat her head gently. “Now, are you still scared?”

The dark-haired girl shook her head with a smile. “I’m ok now, Mama! It was just a cat.”

“Alright,” you smiled as you began tucking her in again. “We’ll talk in the morning what we’ll do with the cat, but right now, it’s time for you to sleep. Little girls need to sleep for them to grow big, okay?”

“Understood! Good night then, Mama!” Yuqing replied underneath her blanket, as you gently soothed her head. The whole time, you continued to do it until she had finally fallen asleep, soft snores coming from the small child which made you smile warmly.

By the time you returned to your bedroom, you could see that the bathroom lights were still on. You were waiting for Zhongli to swing by Yuqing’s room earlier but for some reason, he’s been caught up in the bathroom this whole time. It also seemed like your husband had heard you enter the room and began calling for you.

“Dear…! Perhaps you could come here for a moment?”

Curious about what was going on, you then stepped into the bathroom and only to be greeted by a much larger, more draconic Zhongli. You could only stare at the large protruding horns on his head, the scales on his arms and legs, and the tail that was swinging back and forth between his legs. Not to mention the large thing on his crotch that made you do a double take at the mere sight of it.

Zhongli closed his eyes as soon as he noticed your stunned expression. Despite how he looks, he still had a bit of his self-control intact.

“YN, I think we have a problem here,” he told you as calmly as he could.

“I might be going into heat again.”

It was finally D-Day.

The both of you spent the last week trying to prepared for this, because unlike the first time, you had responsibilities. For one, Yuqing had to be taken elsewhere and away from the carnage. It will not bode well if your child is there while your husband is being one horny dragon.

The people both of you know where highly dangerous though. Among the rejected list was Childe, Hu Tao, and Venti, with the last one loudly lamenting how he couldn’t have fun with Yuqing in Mondstadt. Keqing and Ningguang would be great but they’re busy with work, while the adepti wouldn’t have enough skills and patience to babysit a child for a week, even if it was the child of the former geo archon. That’s why in the end, you asked Lumine and Aether to take care of your daughter for a while—they were at least, safe enough not to put Yuqing in danger. Hopefully.

On the other hand, you had to prepare yourself for another bang of your life. The first time had caught you off guard, but this time, you were prepared to satiate your half-dragon husband to the fullest. You had also prepared yourself to conceive another child. Well, you really were planning to, but it was the night when Yuqing interrupted you two.

“Dear?” A head peered into the kitchen—or rather, a head with two horns.

Zhongli’s dragon features seemed to be staying longer and longer the nearer his heat approaches. Luckily enough, it wasn’t much of a rare sight in Liyue.

“Oh, morning, Zhongli. Should I brew you some tea?” you asked, busying yourself with breakfast for your family of three.

“It’s alright. I’ll do it,” he replied as he stepped in beside you, preparing the hot water to be boiled.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this in silence. You were concentrating on not getting the congee burned while he was trying to get the proper temperature of the water.

In the end, it was Zhongli who broke the silence.

“Will you be alright later?”

You whipped your head to his direction. “H-huh? What? Me? Oh, I’ll be fine!”

“Are you sure?” he asked, turning to you and caressing your cheeks with the tip of his sharp claws. “If only I could assure you that it will be painless.”

“Zhongli,” you called his name firmly as you flipped an egg. “You have never hurt me, and you never will. I survived the first time, right? We have Yuqing running around after all.”

Your words seemed to have magically melted his worries away, no matter how tacky you thought there were. But you didn’t know that Zhongli simply needed your assurance that it will be okay, otherwise, he’d go into a spiral of worry. Comforted by your presence, he crept his arms around you, hugging you from your side.

“Ah, my wife…my lovely wife…” he muttered happily as he nestled his head on your shoulder, savoring your scent and your warmth. “You’re really my wife…”

You giggled at his sudden show of playfulness. “That I am, sir.”

For Zhongli to be this affectionate, it seemed his heat has really gotten to him. Normally, he’ll reserve these kinds of actions for the both of you late at night, but right now, he’s incredibly clingly and wouldn’t stop following you wherever you go. For the most part, he really loves taking in your scent and running his hands around your body.

Soon enough, you hear the loud and rapid padding of feet on the floor as it dashed towards the kitchen where the two of you were. In a few moments, Zhongli was face to face with his own daughter who grinned gleefully at him.

“Mama, Papa!” Yuqing exclaimed as she clung to you like her father.

“Now young lady, what brings you here early in the morning?” Zhongli asked mischievously, still hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Lumine and Aether! They’re coming right? They’re coming!” she almost shouted, arm tightly adhered to your leg.

“In about half an hour, darling,” you replied. “Now, are you both aware that I’m trying to cook here? I can’t move!”

Instead of letting go however, Zhongli tightened his hold of you while nuzzling deeper on your shoulder while Yuqing did the same on your leg. You grumbled. “Like father, like daughter.”

Giggling, Yuqing glanced at her father who was tightly clinging to you like she was.

“Papa, do you like Mama?”

Zhongli, for a moment, smiled at her warmly before replying. “Very much so, my dear.”

You could only hide your flustered expression at his words. But of course, it made your heart skip a beat, even after marrying him and having his child, Zhongli could still make you feel this way with just a few words.

It was a good thing that Yuqing changed the subject before your heart could explode.

“Papa! You have horns!” she exclaimed and pointed at Zhongli’s head.

“Oh? Is this your first time seeing it?” he asked as he knelt to the floor. “Do you want to touch it?”

Zhongli could definitely see his daughter’s amber eyes sparkling with curiosity as she slowly inched her way closer to him. Yuqing may look like him, but she definitely has your temperament. The way she sees the world with so much wonder and excitement reminded Zhongli of you.

“Can I, Papa? Can I?” she asked, her small fingers reaching out for them.

“Yes, you may, my dear.”

Bending down, Zhongli felt Yuqing glide her fingers at smooth surface of the horns. “Be careful though, the tips should be sharp enough to wound you.”

Filled with wonder, the child gazed at Zhongli with amazement. “Papa, are you a dragon?!”

“I can become one.”

“Does…! Does that mean I can be a dragon too?!”

Aahh…You smiled at the two of them as you finished the last of your cooking. “Alright now. Let’s have breakfast. The twins will be here soon if we don’t hurry up!”

“Aether! Lumine!”

The dark-haired girl immediately ran towards the twins right after you opened the door to greet them, incredibly excited for the week ahead. Aether scooped her into his arms right away as Lumine pinched her cheek for being so adorable.

“We’re extremely grateful to you two for agreeing to take care of Yuqing,” you told them bashfully. “It was hard to think of anyone reliable and willing to do it in such a short notice.”

“It’s okay, YN,” Lumine replied, “We’d love to have Yuqing around anyway! Right, Aether?”

Distracted with playing with Yuqing, Aether turned to Lumine who was looking at him pointedly. “Huh? Oh! Oh yeah! We’re gonna play a lot!”

“Let’s play house again, Aether!” Yuqing interrupted, “I’ll be the mommy, Lumine will be the aunty and you’re the daddy!”

A large, tall shadow loomed over the twins from behind you. “I prefer if you’d arrange the designations in a different way.”

“Oh, Zhongli.” You turned to your husband who was menacing enough to make the male twin tremble like a leaf, especially in his half-dragon form.

“M-Mr. Z-Zhongli!” Aether immediately felt a chill run down his spine. If anything, he felt an overprotective dad is way scarier than all the monsters he battled so far.

“Good morning Mr. Zhongli,” Lumine greeted the man calmly with a smile. “You don’t have to worry about anything! Yuqing can be the mommy, I’ll be the daddy and Aether’s the dog.”

“Good.”

You could only smile awkwardly at the whole exchange. If this continues on, Zhongli might change his mind and insist his daughter to stay.

“Alright, here’s all her clothes for the week as well as other stuff she needs,” you interrupted as you shoved a bag on Lumine’s hands. “Please don’t hesitate to call us if something happens.”

Lumine only glanced at you with a plastered smile. Bothering them isn’t something she’d really want to do.

“We will, YN,” Aether replied and then exchanged looks with his sister. “I think it’s time for us to take off now though.”

“Alright. Come on, Yuqing, let mama and papa kiss you goodbye,” you told them as you reached out for your daughter who easily climbed out of Aether’s arms.

Crouching down, you and Zhongli embraced your daughter tightly, kissing her cheeks several times until she began protesting. With Zhongli chuckling, he patted her head gently while reminding her of several things.

“Now young lady, be of your best behavior. Don’t make Lumine and Aether worry too much.

“I will, Papa! Can I have almond tofu as a reward then?”

Zhongli smiled at her amusingly. “Alright. Do we have a contract then?”

“Yes! It’s a pinky promise!” Yuqing held out her pinky and linked it with Zhongli’s, who was careful not to scratch her with his claws.

“Don’t forget to drink your vitamins and eat your vegetables, ok? And sleep on time. Be careful not to go anywhere without telling Lumine or Aether!”

Yuqing sighed, “Yes, yes, Mama. I will.”

Ruffling her head, you finally kissed her forehead while Zhongli did the same.

“Don’t forget to have fun!”

As she ran off to Lumine’s side, the both of you stood up.

“We’ll be going then. See you after a week!” Aether exclaimed as they began to take the steps down the porch.

“Bye, bye, Mama, Papa!”

With that, the three of them disappeared and went off their way.

Glancing at your husband, it had finally dawned on you that this was only the beginning.

“So, should we get started?”

He asked, and you froze.

“W-wait…! Zhongli!”

“What’s the matter?”

Your husband asked you, as if he wasn’t pinning you against the wall, nuzzling against your neck as he took in your scent. You could feel his warm breath against your pulse, his hands on your waist as he continued to pepper small, faint kisses on your skin.

“It’s…it’s the middle of the day…a-and…and…!”

“You never had an issue with that… are you getting shy, my love?”

You could sense the teasing tone in his voice as he nibbled on your ear, without ever the intention of removing himself from you. Flustered, you pursed your lips as you bit down a moan.

“N-No, I’m not! It’s just…!”

“It’s just what?”

Zhongli smirked at your unexpected bashfulness, urging him to tease you more to see more of that adorable expression of yours.

“I-I mean, we just sent off Yuqing…and they might return or something—”

“Oh, they won’t.” Zhongli gave your jaw a small hickey. “Or at least I’m sure they are well aware not to bother us.”

“H-Huh…?”

Without furnishing you an answer, he simply knelt down before you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down. Looking down, you could see him smirking mischievously at you, making you gulp.

“Why don’t we get you ready, my love?”

Slipping his head underneath your skirt, you instantly felt his lips on your thighs as he kissed his way up towards your core. You could feel yourself melting at the heat of the situation; the sensation of his warm tongue prodding your clothed entrance.

“Z-Zhongli…! Mnhh…!”

Even with your underwear on, you could easily feel him stimulate your sensitive clit as he circled his tongue around before sucking it. Your knees buckled immediately as you found your hands holding on to his horns, careful not to pull too much.

“You’re so drenched here, YN,” he told you, his voice vibrating against your sensitive parts.

“D-Don’t say that! O-Ohh…! Fuck!”

You couldn’t even tell him off properly as soon as he slid of your underwear and began to tease your hole with his tongue. You could feel him go in and out as his warmth filled you up. But it wasn’t enough, of course. After getting a taste of the real thing, nothing could satiate you other than him.

“Zhongli…oh god! Ah—!”

Without stopping, he continued to lap on your juices and stimulate you until you were at the edge of orgasm. You could feel your legs grow weak and the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor was his tight grip on you as he ruthlessly ate you out like a hungry man.

Peeking from underneath your skirt, Zhongli watched as he gradually pushed you closer and closer to your climax. His bright amber eyes filled with lust as he stared at your half-lidded eyes and trembling lips; crying his name out loud over and over again. He wanted to take you then and there, push his cock inside you until you were filled to the brim; his hard on was excruciatingly painful inside his pants, but he had to be patient and get you ready for him.

“Come for me, love,” he muttered, circling his tongue around your clit once more and sucking it.

It only took an instant for you to shiver and tremble in pleasure as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your skin felt like a surge of electricity passed over you as your knees buckled and your arms held on to his shoulders to stop you from falling over.

Removing himself from underneath your skirt, Zhongli then scooped your weak figure and carried you on his arms towards the sofa. He had you sitting on his lap facing him while you encircled your arms around his shoulders and waiting for your high to calm down.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this. Zhongli kept on giving you small pecks on your neck and shoulders, slowly divesting you of your clothes as he went around your body. It was slow and sensual; unlike the first time he was in heat.

“H-Hey…you too…” you purred, kissing the underside of his jaw.

He only hummed at you; his hands busy with getting your skirt off of you. “Yes?”

“Let me undress you too.”

Zhongli reigned in his urges as soon as he heard your suggestion. His face flushed as he watched you slowly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt to reveal his toned chest. Groaning at the feeling of your hands on his bare skin, he knew he only had a few moments left before all his self-control could fly off the window. But it was incredible, he could only feel himself grow even harder.

Soon enough, you were already on the floor kneeling before him. Zhongli felt himself tense up at what you were about to do, but had to strength left to stop you from doing it. Silently, he watched as you glide your hands on his things and then to the prolific bulge on his pants. You could feel him poke you earlier while you were sitting on his lap, which gave you the idea of blowing him off.

Gradually, you undid his belt and pants and finally take out his monstrosity of a cock. Zhongli gave a guttural groan as he felt your hands pump his shaft tentatively, his claws biting at the soft leather of the sofa.

It wasn’t the first time you saw his cock, and while it was impressive in normal days, the one right before you was definitely befitting of a dragon. You hesitated.

H-how did this thing fit inside of me before?!

Nevertheless, you continued on. It was massive but it was definitely hot, seeing Zhongli sitting there in front of you with a flushed face and his cock out. Timidly, you gave the tip a small peck as you slowly allowed your tongue to glide over it.

“Y-YN…that’s…!”

Empowered by his reactions, you then licked the underside of his shaft until it was glistening wet with your saliva. Eventually, precum began to ooze out of the tip and curiously, you began licking it as well, sucking it in the process.

“Ughh…! F-fuck…YN…! I’m really—”

Trying to bob your head up and down, you could only fit so much of him inside your mouth as your jaw tried to accommodate his size. But you felt your core tighten up and become wet, thinking that this cock will eventually fill you up to the brim with his cum.

Zhongli was rapidly losing it. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to cum inside of you and have you bear his child. He wanted to see your cunt filled with his seed until it oozes out of you, and then plug his cock back inside of you to fill you up once again.

No, this won’t do.

“YN…! Y-YN…! P-Please stop! Mnnh—!”

He held your chin to make you stop—the way your lips left a trail of saliva to his dick tempted him push it back inside your mouth—but he had to end it there, right before he came inside your mouth. Slowly he guided you towards him; confused as to why he stopped you right before he was about to come, you moved back to his lap where he gently caressed you and wiped his fluids from your cheeks.

“Let me kiss you, my love.”

In a soft and gentle kiss, Zhongli captured your lips. You could feel it radiating with love and warmth as he slid his lips over yours, his tongue darting inside, as if trying to fill his senses of you and only you. You both kissed until your lips were swollen, until you felt him rub his shaft against you unconsciously, making you moan in the kiss.

“Z-Zhongli…” you gasped for air. “Are you…holding yourself back?”

With those amber eyes, he gazed at you seriously—all the while keeping your lips closed to his.

“Is it a sin to treasure you so much?”

His words caught you off guard, but eventually, you smiled. Zhongli never failed to express his love for you. He was gentle and kind, a good husband and an even better father. Brushing a few stray locks of hair from his sweat-riddled face, you kissed his forehead as a way to show how much you appreciated his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you for thinking about me, Zhongli,” you remarked, “But right now, I really want you to let loose and fill me up completely with you.”

With eyes blown wide, Zhongli felt himself twitch at your words—his arousal no longer hidden. Grabbing the back of your head, he then crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss lidden with passion and lust. He bit and licked on your lips while his hand groped your full breasts, pinching at your nipples to make you gasp against his lips.

“Then so be it,” he smirked. “I’ll make you completely mine.”

Guiding his shaft to your slick entrance, he pushed himself inside of you in one go—making you squeal at the sudden sensation of being penetrated. It took some time for you to accommodate his large cock, but eventually, your cunt was drenched so much that it hadn’t become much of an issue.

“Z-Zhongli…! Oh god—fuck! …s-so big…!”

You began riding him, moving up and down on his lap while Zhongli continued to make you feel good by playing with your breasts. You could feel his sharp claws make indentations on your skin, but not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a strange sensation which only heightened the pleasure of having his dragon cock thrusted inside of you.

“Hnnghh!! Y-YN…!” Zhongli winced at the sudden tightness, and began to distract himself from cumming by licking on your pert nipples until they were red and sensitive.

With pleasure attacking you from different parts, you could only mewl as Zhongli gradually turned you into a lewd mess as you felt him twitch inside of you. Soon enough, he’ll be cumming inside of you, and that would the first among many others for this entire week. If his first heat said anything, Zhongli wouldn’t stop mating with you until you were fertilized with his seed.

The thought did nothing but coax you to your climax. You could feel yourself tighten around him as he pounded into you mercilessly, your juices mixing together. Zhongli was also close. He was already extremely aroused, and it wouldn’t take long for him to climax.

“A-Ah—! YN….! L-love…I’m…I’m close…!”

He muttered with face flushed and breath ragged.

“Yes…! Oh god, yes…! P-Please, Zhongli…! Ah—! F-fill me…fill me up…!”

In just a few thrusts, the both of you came at the same time. He pushed deep inside of you and came; his warmth filling you up until he was spent. You were still shivering with pleasure when he pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue once again ravishing you with so much intensity that it could be argued that he made you come once again with just a kiss.

Reeling in from the afterglow, you could still feel him hot and hard inside of you, as his breathed hard against your neck. You were no different though—the way your mind was still covered with a haze of lust, or the way his cock inside of you felt so good as it hit a particularly good spot. The aphrodisiac you got from Dr. Baizhu seemed to be quite effective.

Removing yourself from his embrace, you staggered to stand up with your limp legs, but managed to crawl on fours right beside him.

Zhongli was both bewildered and disappointed to have your warm body away from him, but when you pushed your ass before him and gazed at him with sultry eyes, he felt his heart rate pick up the pace.

It was embarrassing to show your cunt dripping with your juices and his cum, but you didn’t really care much. You were too entrenched with arousal to feel embarrassment.

“Z-Zhongli…let’s…let’s do it again…?”

Grabbing your ass, he spread you out even more, and even slapped your butt lightly. Zhongli could definitely see his cum dripping out of you and promptly scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back inside of you.

“P-Please…! Zhongli…I—!”

He smirked. “Very well.”

Without warning, he slid himself back inside of you; making you bite back the remaining words. It felt incredible having him inside. It was hot, as if you were burned and electrified at the same time. Your mouth hardly had the time to close as he continued to piston in and out of you.

This time however, Zhongli began playing with your oversensitive clit, groaning loudly at how you tightened your walls around him. You squealed in delight as his cock hit a particularly good spot, making you cum sooner than expected.

“Oh…o-oh god! Z-Zhongli….! Zhongli…! A-ah…!”

Yet despite your premature climax, he continued on—thrusting inside of you and prolonging your orgasm. It was so good you could feel tears pooling the side of your eyes as he plowed your sensitive cunt.

“You came, didn’t you?” he asked, his lips once again on yours. “I’ll make you come again soon enough.”

True to his promised, Zhongli picked up his pace and fucked you as roughly as he could. You knew there will be bruises after this but the pleasure was greater than anything for you to care about. The way his cock just fills you up, hitting your g-spot over and over again relentlessly, or the way his groans just sends shivers down your spine.

“F-Fuck…! Fuck…!Z-Zhongli! I’m—! I’m gonna…!”

“Yes, love...! Haa….come for me…! I’ll fill you up with my seed…”

Once again, you came from the overstimulation—your arms failing as the pleasure was greater than anything you experienced so far.

“F-fuck…YN…a-ah—!”

With that, Zhongli suddenly bit your shoulder as he pumped more of his seed inside of you, which only overflowed from your hole. You mewled at the mixture of pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish the one from the other, but you knew it felt extremely good.

Zhongli was silent for a while as he lapped on the bitemarks he had made. He was glad that he hadn’t bit too hard, but for some reason, he also liked how you were marked as his.

“Allow me to take you to the bedroom,” he whispered to you as you nodded your head groggily. Sleep was beginning to approach you fast.

Unsheathing himself from you, you winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness. But it was immediately remedied by the feeling of his warm body near you as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Slowly, he laid you down on the soft mattress and eventually joined you there, embracing you from the back.

“Let’s rest for now,” he muttered right before your eyelids fell heavy. “We’ll need it for later.”

And he was right.

For the next few days, the two of you tainted every room inside the house (well, except for Yuqing’s bedroom).

From the kitchen where Zhongli fucked you from behind, bending you on the counter as he emptied himself inside of you—to the bathroom where cleaning up turned into another round where he slowly entered you while underwater—or on the floor, which was only because you couldn’t reach the bed because he was too horny for his own good.

It was only then, as the both of you rested from the last round which took all night and early morning, that you realized how much time had passed.

“Mama! Papa! I’m back!”

Your eyes shot open, and glanced at Zhongli who was staring at you as well.

“Oh no.”

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #nsfvv #schlongli

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skvatnavle · 2 years

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When Love is true, it waits.

Benny Miller x reader

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, hurt and maybe some mild comfort?

Notes: I was asked to make a part two of "Oh, the love I found", so here you are @mermaidxatxheart, this is for you. It's not complete closure, but I hope you like it anyway <3

And I have an idea for part 3, if anyone wants it 😅❤️

Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine.

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Part one: Oh, the love I found

You step aside, letting Benny into the house. Your heart clenches when you smell his cologne, the one you gave him for his birthday. You close your eyes for a second, trying so hard to suppress the tears building, knowing that the dam could break any second.

When you look up, you see the guys. They are all there to help Benny move his stuff. They are always there for each other. A small pang of jealousy hits you, whishing you had someone there for you, too.

You try so hard to look strong, but you know they can see how fragile you are. How puffy and red your eyes are from crying, how tired you look from the lack of sleeping.

As Will walks past, you almost give him a hug. The motion so familiar, like muscle memory. But instead you hold back, and he gently squeezes your shoulder. He remains silent because what’s there to say? No words could make things better. No words would suffice.

Santi just nods as he walks past, looking torn. The expression on his face says it all. He wants to hug you, crack a joke just to make you smile, but that would be awkward now. They all had to choose and of course, they chose Benny.

Frankie, the wonderful human he is, gives hell to it all and gives you a gentle hug. It’s quick, almost nonexistent, but it’s there and it makes you feel better. Makes you think that maybe you’re not so alone after all.

“I’m sorry, querida.” he manages to whisper quickly, before walking away. Sorry. If only Frankie knew how desperately you wanted to hear those exact words, but from Benny.

Walking back into the living room, the silence is almost deafening. The tension unbearable as you all stand there, no one knowing where to look. Benny shuffles over to a box, looking at how empty it is. How empty they all are. You curse yourself for not getting packed in time, so this could have gone smoother.

“You haven’t packed my stuff?”

It’s not an accusation, his voice soft and unsure, almost at a breaking point too. Somehow, it makes you feel better, knowing you’re not the only one affected by this.

“I… I couldn’t-” you voice weak, barely above a whisper. The tears sting in your eyes, one breaking free from the rest, rolling slowly down your cheek. “How could I? If I pack them down, it’s really over. You’re really gone.”

Looking away, you wipe away the tears, sniffing. Benny turns away from the boxes, walking to you.

“You told me to move. Why did you do that if you didn’t want me to go?”

“Because I was fucking mad at you, Benjamin!”

Benny steps back, surprised by your sudden outburst. Looking away, like a scorn child, it almost breaks your heart again. Tired of having to go through this again, you look at him, so close to breaking down.

“I never stopped loving you. But you broke my heart, Benny. There was nothing I wanted more than you, than this-” you gesture at the house, the place that no longer felt like home. “And then you-”

The dam finally breaks, tears pouring down your cheeks and you fall to the floor. Hiding your face in your hands, you sob. You don’t care they’re starring at you. You don’t care anymore. After a while, Frankie pulls away from the couch and sits down beside you, not having the heart to let you sit there alone. Giving him a thankful nod, you turn your bloodshot eyes at Benny.

“I just hope she was fucking worth it.”

That day was still etched into your brain, like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. Benny had come home early in the morning from a night out with the guys, so drunk he could barely stand. You didn’t mind, but one thing that bothered you were the smell of perfume mixed with his cologne. A perfume that wasn’t yours. You shrugged it off, maybe he had just given someone a hug. He was a hugger after all.

But later, as he was sleeping, his phone started buzzing. Just to make sure it wasn’t anything important, you looked. And with the few messages from her, your world ended.

“I’ve already told you it didn’t mean anything, that I was just drunk, I-” he pauses, running his fingers through his hair. “You know I would never-”

“But you did. You did hurt me.”

Your voice cold as steel, you look into his beautiful blue eyes. The eyes that always made your heart flutter, always so full of life and joy. Now all you found in them were sadness, pain.

Benny steps forward, but Will stops him. The stern look from his older brother makes Benny shut up, take a step back.

“Maybe we should just get going. Benny can come back some other day when you’re not here.” Will gives you a soft apologetic look, before looking at the others. Frankie stands, planting a soft kiss to your forehead, before walking to the door, taking the only filled box with him.

As you stand, Santi pulls you into a hug. He murmurs how sorry he is about all this, feeling that he is partly to blame. If he hadn’t pressured Benny into drinking all those tequila shots, this might never have happened. You don’t blame him, but he still apologizes. Breaking away, he gives you a small smile, before joining Frankie at the door.

Will gives in too and gives you a hug. Ever since the day you confronted Benny, Will had seemed torn. He had to be there for Benny, but you knew he was angry over what he had done. Will had always rooted for you two. He had even helped Benny pick out the ring, that was still adorning your finger. You knew you should have taken it off, but you knew that would mean it really was the end.

With the others already halfway out of the door, Benny shuffles after them. In the hall, he turns to you, searching for the right words to say. You’ve never seen him like this. So broken.

That when it suddenly hits you. You’re not the only one affected by this. Honestly, you hadn’t even thought about his feelings in this, to caught up in your own heartbreak.

“I really am sorry, you know? The only reason I never said it until now, is because sorry just ain’t gonna cut it. And I know that.”

He takes a step closer and you feel his eyes on you, but you don’t dare look, scared your last resolve will crumble. So many times over the last few weeks, you had wanted to call him, to see him again. But you couldn’t forget what he had done.

“I never meant to hurt you, but I did. Worse than I hurt anybody else before. It’s no excuse, but I got scared.”

You look for the first time since he started talking, feeling the anger bubble in you.

“Scared?!”

“Yeah, scared. It all got so fucking serious the minute I put that ring on your finger.”

He points to the engagement he gave no more than 6 months ago. You huff, wanting to laugh.

“Oh, so you didn’t wanna marry me? Why did you propose then?!”

“Because I can’t live without you!”

Only inches from your face, you feel his breath on you as he yells. His words hitting like bullets, leaving you short of breath. His gaze is intense, piercing your soul. Will puts a hand on Benny’s shoulder, a gentle reminder to back off. But Benny ignores it, still looking at you as he shrugs of Will’s hand.

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. And I do wanna marry you. I just…”

“You needed time.”

He nods softly, looking to his feet. Suddenly, you regret moving so fast. Both your mothers were so excited, that within a few months they had already found locations and you had tried on the first dress. Remembering back, you can’t even recall Benny being having much say in anything.

“I just needed time. And instead of saying so, I acted like a fucking child and destroyed the best damned thing that’s ever happened to me.”

No longer able to hold back, Benny breaks, the tears pouring down his cheeks. Closing the distance between you, he takes your hand in his, touching you for the first time in a month. You hate how your body reacts on such a simple touch, how his skin on yours sends sparks of electricity through you. You still love him, it just hurts so fucking much knowing what he did.

“I know you’ll never forgive me, and I don’t deserve it, just… I hope you know I still love you.”

His fingers move to your cheek, fingers barely touching you, but still sending shivers down your spine. Grazing your jaw softly, he makes you look into his eyes.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

He leans in closer, his nose gently touching yours as he inches closer to you, a move so familiar, yet seems so forbidden now. His lips almost on yours, you feel his breath ghosting your skin. Your entire body screams for you to just give in, to taste him again.

But you stop him, gently putting a hand to his chest. He puts his forehead to yours, eyes closed as another tear runs down his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know, Benny.”

“Do you think-” he cuts himself of, breathing strained, “Do you think you could forgive me? In time?”

Against your better judgement, you lean into his embrace, burying your face in his chest. The scent of him overwhelming, so familiar. It smells like home. But could he still be that for you? Only time could tell.

“Maybe.”

Thank you for reading <3

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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