#strong and gentle...that is what I am!!!!

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HII may I request jade, sebek, and silver specifically with an extension of super flirty reader? like when they get into a commited relationship and all that? idk i just want to see more of theirs 💔

Smooth talker

✦characters: Silver, Sebek, Jade

✦gn!reader, except sebek(fem!reader)

✦okaaay let’s seduce our boys 🫡

Jade Leech

You’re constantly teasing Jade. You’ll walk into the Mostro Lounge, lean on the counter with your chin in your hand, and purr,

“Jade~ You look way too good in that uniform. I’m tempted to spill something just to see you mop it up.”

He doesn’t flinch. Not even a twitch.

Instead, he looks over his glasses and replies smoothly,

“My, what a scandalous request. I could be persuaded… if you promise to clean me up afterward.”

Jade is the only one who matches you beat for beat.

Where others would get flustered, he gives it right back and somehow hotter.

It becomes a game between you two, a dance of innuendos, smirks, and sly remarks that border on foreplay.

And he loves it.

He adores that you’re fearless. That you challenge him. That your words drip with confidence and affection, even when you tease.

But there are moments, rare and precious, where he sees the softness beneath. Like when you fall asleep on his chest. Or when you grab his hand under the table and whisper,

“You really make me happy, you know?”

In those moments, Jade’s smile softens. His fingers curl around yours.

“You're more dangerous than I ever anticipated,” he murmurs. “But I’ll gladly let you ensnare me.”

Silver

Silver is the most peaceful target for your flirtation, and it shows.

You’ll catch him nodding off under a tree and whisper in his ear,

“Silver, wake up. You’re too pretty to be unconscious. I need my prince charming alive and his kisses.”

He jolts awake, blinking, and you just giggle and help him sit up.

You can see the subtle signs, the tips of his ears going pink, the way he clears his throat, the gentle smile he can’t suppress.

“You have a dangerous way with words,” he says quietly.

But he doesn’t ask you to stop.

He likes it.

You come in loud, warm, and relentless, telling him he’s beautiful, strong, noble. That his sleepy voice turns you to mush. That he could kiss you right now and you’d faint in his arms like a storybook heroine. You say these things so easily. So playfully.

But sometimes, you’ll stop him, cup his face, and look him right in the eye.

“I know I tease you a lot, Silver. But I want you to know… I mean every word.”

And that?

That makes him fall for you harder than ever.

He cups your hand in his and leans his forehead to yours.

“…Then I’ll cherish every single one.”

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is a disaster with a super flirty girlfriend.

You’re always catching him off-guard.

He’s standing in Diasomnia’s courtyard, talking about knightly training when you come up behind him and slide your arms around his waist. You rest your cheek on his back and murmur

“How am I supposed to focus when my boyfriend looks like a walking fantasy?”

He practically jumps out of his skin.

“W-WHAT—ARE YOU PURPOSEFULLY TRYING TO EMBARRASS ME IN FRONT OF LORD MALLEUS?!”

You just grin and kiss his cheek. “Would it help if I did it behind him instead?”

Sebek doesn’t know whether to die of shame or carry you around like the goddess you are. (He’s leaning toward both.)

He’s so easy to tease, it’s almost unfair.

But the best part? He takes it seriously.

Every compliment you give, no matter how ridiculous, is stored like treasure in the depths of his soul.

He’ll be thinking about you calling him “your dashing knight” for weeks.

And the second someone flirts with you or looks your way? Oh, he’s on guard.

“She is taken. Her affections belong to me. Move along unless you wish to lose your teeth.”

Your flirtiness flusters him, yes, but he also starts to see it for what it is: your way of loving. Your boldness. Your bravery. Your heart on display.

When you press a kiss to his cheek after training and whisper, “You could protect me so well,” Sebek looks like his brain’s melting, but his chest swells with pride.

“I-I live to serve and protect Lord Malleus… and of course you as well!” he says stiffly, eyes wide.

You grin. “Yeah? Then I better give you something worth protecting.”

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[fandomnerd9602]

Water Park Day

Wolf!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

It was a scorcher of a summer for you and your wolf hybrid mate at the Westview Animal Hybrid Sanctuary.

You were trying to keep all the hybrids and faculty members cool as the temperature neared triple digits.

Natasha was working with her adoptive father, the bear human hybrid you knew as Alexei Shostakov, on the A/C unit.

Alexei, his brownish-grey furred tail poked out from his reddish slacks, had his face shoved up the ventilation shaft, trying to fix the broken unit.

Alexei was muttering to himself in Russian. Due to hanging out with Natasha you understood parts of it. “Damn air conditioning unit…not problem in Siberia…where did I leave my vodka?”

Natasha looked to you as you approached. “It’s not looking good my hunter” she huffs. “A brand new unit completely shot”

“If I had some duct tape and a spool of thread I could fix it” Alexei mutters, his bear tail wiggling as his upper half was still stuck in the ventilation shaft.

“Papa you are many things,” Yelena says as she passes under him, “Macgyver you are not”

“I could be!”

“Alexei, it’s fine” you say softly, trying to reassure your future in-law. “We’ll just take a day trip somewhere”

“Where to? Siberia?” Alexei chuckles.

“How about a water park?” Tony asks with a swagger as he walks in. “Sorry about the unit, guys. I booked a water park for you guys just in case”

“Thank you Stark” Natasha says before pulling you close.

Your wolf mate whispers in your ear, a soft purr to her voice, “I finally get to show you my newest outfit, my hunter”, she tops it off with a little wink.

“Water Park Day it is” you manage to say as your face went bright red with a blush. Natasha’s tail began swishing playfully as a small smile made its way across her lips.

You, Natasha, Tony, Yelena, Kate and Alexei guided your entire sanctuary full of hybrids into the water park. You never saw their faces light up so quickly. Several took to the pools. The younger ones immediately took to the water slides. Kate and Yelena took the kid and infant hybrids to the splash zones.

Natasha gave you a little smirk, holding her beach bag close. “I’ll be right back,” she gives you another wink and walks into a nearby restroom.

Your eyes were locked on Natasha as she sauntered away. Your focus was broken when you felt the strong bear like hands of Alexei grab you by the shoulder and gently shake you.

The bear hybrid laughed softly as he got close to you. “I remember when Nattie first brought you home for Thanksgiving”

“You thought I was her mate”

“You denied it and now you are her mate. I am excellent judge of character” Alexei laughs.

Alexei stares into your eyes, “please take care of my little Nattie. She is grown wolf yes but to me…she will always be the little cub that I found”

“Yes sir” you give his hand a gentle shake.

“Good” Alexei grunts “I will be at poolside bar. If Stark is paying…” he laughs and heads over to the poolside bar.

Natasha taps you on the shoulder. “What do you think, my hunter?”

She stood before you in a scarlet red bikini that fit her perfectly, accentuating her already perfect curves. It didn’t help that her reddish wolf tail was gently swishing with her eyes locked firmly and seductively on you.

“I-umm…” you tried to say, “beautiful”

Natasha giggles, “thank you malysh”

That night you held your wolf girl in your arms, carrying her bridal style into your apartment. She giggled softly, just happy, tired and very content.

“I had a great day with you, my hunter” she yawns

“I had a great day with you too, my wolf”

You laid her down softly on your bed. Her tail wrapped around your leg. “Stay” she quietly whines

“Oh alright” you roll your eyes playfully before laying down and pulling her close.

“I love you, my hunter”

“I love you, my wolf”

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[hoiststowline]

_ultra magnus x reader

distraction is scarcely a term within Magnus’ vocabulary. while he may be momentarily pulled from the task at hand due to unanticipated circumstances, he’s never found himself sidetracked by conversations or situations beyond his control. he’s learned to cast any and all doubts aside for the sake of the mission, consistently and constantly in search of the same goal he’s chased for many years. 

you’ve mostly, if not entirely disrupted and turned upside down his definition of adhering to a straight-lined, point a to point b schedule. in normal circumstances, such an interruption would have him seeing red, infuriated with himself that he was so easily cornered and strong-armed into yielding to such uncontrollable emotions.

how he’s ever previously labeled you a distraction was in poor judgment, and something he’d take back immediately if ever granted the chance. you don’t know he’d internally called you such, perhaps you never will- but it still carries guilt each time the memory crosses his path. you are a welcomed change of pace, a well received relief that has breached his gruff exterior and stiff personality. others cannot see what lies beneath, accustomed to his bluntness and unable to bypass his anti-social mannerisms. 

the harder he pushed you away, finding himself undeserving of your kindness, the more you retaliated and laboriously persisted. always gentle, but standing firm in trying to breach his armor to find the long stowed away compassion. little did you know, it was always there, reserved for someone special, never able to deny you in the minutest of situations. 

“That is now the fourth time you have woken yourself up,” Magnus rumbles somewhere above you, the servo that was draped over your legs curls a little more protectively around your form. “If you are tired, rest.” 

it’s extremely difficult to not succumb to the desire of sleep when he is so warm, the hum of his systems practically coaxing your eyes to slip shut. this always appeared to be the end result after a well-deserved reunion, exhaustion consuming you after setting sleep aside for a prolonged time, if only to spend the maximum amount of hours awake with him. last time you checked, it was nearly three am, and if Magnus was aware of the hour, he’d certainly be lecturing you on the importance of a good night's rest, even if his desire to remain by your side is just as potent.

“Are you going to?” you whisper, wondering if he purposely turned out all of the lights to his room, a ploy to drag you further into the clutches of sleep. 

there’s a blink of silence before he answers. “Am I going to what?” 

after poorly stifling a yawn, you attempt to tilt your head rearward to catch his expression. as expected, he’s peering down at you curiously, a simple raise of his brow alerting you all you need to know. 

“Sleep.” you return, head now resting on his upper torso as your palm splays overtop the servo at your front. “When’s the last time you got some rest?” 

a curt ex-vent is answer enough, but he still responds. “I hardly can discern how that is correlated to the matter in question.” 

“That probably means it’s been a while,” as your words begin to meld together, your focus returns to its original spot, the seams of Magnus’ digit as he draws absentminded shapes across the length of your leg. 

“A deal, then?” he hums, and you can feel him moving behind you, carefully lowering himself in full to the berth. 

you find yourself heavy-lidded once more as he runs his lips over your shoulder, then up to your neck, and lastly placing the third kiss at the crown of your head. every time, as if like clockwork, he always deposits the same three kisses in the same three places, an endeavor to try and get you to sleep. 

“I will,” he mumbles, nearly stumbling as you bundle into his side, impossibly tiny fingers grabbing at any plating that was within reach. as if he wasn’t quite close enough, needing him to be within reach at all times. “If you do the same.” 

“Oh…okay.”  and when he finally presumes you’ve drifted off, you slip a little deeper into his slide, kissing the top of his servo in one last unspoken good night.

[xuexing-lumi]

What’s Your Inner Calcifer Trying to Say to You? (Theme: Howl's Moving Castle)

(feat. Sophie, Howl, and everyone's favorite sassy flame)

If you’ve ever felt like your spark flickering, or like you're stuck honoring promises you don’t even remember making then this reading is for you. Inspired by Howl’s Moving Castle, this tarot journey channels your inner Calcifer.Your inner fire has something real to say.

Pick your pile. Let Calcifer talk.

PILE 1

PILE 2

🔥PILE 1: Sophie holding Calcifer.

✦ TAROT CARDS: Strength, Page of Cups, Eight of Pentacles

The Strength card shows that you’ve been soft when it was easier to harden. You've tamed your impulses, calmed your own storms, and kept going through grief and burnout. Your inner fire honors how you’ve protected it even in silence. Page of Cups tells me there’s a dream you’ve secretly been feeding. Something small, shy, creative maybe a story, a soft love, a new self-image. Calcifer says: “I know you’ve been scared to believe in it. But I’ve seen the way your heart glows when you imagine it. That’s your truth.” The Eight of Pentacles affirms you’ve been working on yourself steadily, even if no one sees it. This is the card of spiritual craftsmanship. You’re building your inner castle, brick by brick And guess what? That fire you’ve been carrying is the thing that’s lighting every room.

What does Calcifer want to say to you ?

“You’re like Sophie. You think you’re just ‘average,’ but you’re literally holding me....your fire.....in your own hands. You’ve been nurturing your spark even when you didn’t believe it was valuable. That quiet care? That fierce gentleness? That’s power.”

What is Calcifer's advice for you ?

“You don’t have to be loud to be strong. You don’t need to shout to burn bright. Keep nurturing that gentle flame. Hold it like Sophie.......with love, patience, and a bit of stubbornness. You’re not weak. You’re wise so don't listen to the stupid things they say and don't even bat an eye to their stupid actions.You are me, I am you”

🔥PILE 2: Howl holding Calcifer.

✦ TAROT CARDS: The Devil, Knight of Swords, Four of Cups

The Devil here screams of energetic entanglement. You’ve promised yourself to something that keeps you drained whether that’s perfectionism, emotional avoidance, or even love that isn’t reciprocal. Your inner Calcifer is tired.

Knight of Swords is the panic energy.....constantly doing, thinking, chasing, reacting. You’re stuck in a mental loop. Your inner fire is overheating. “You’re running so fast you don’t notice I’m flickering,” Calcifer says.

and Four of Cups? You’ve stopped enjoying the things you once loved. That’s a major sign your fire is low. You feel disconnected. Apathetic. But it’s not because you’re broken. It’s because you’ve left yourself behind.

What does Calcifer want to say to you ?

“You remind me of Howl......beautiful, chaotic,and hiding behind glamours. You’ve bound me to something out of fear. Maybe a relationship, an identity, a hustle. You’re burning yourself out to keep up a pact that your soul outgrew long ago.”

What is Calcifer's advice for you ?

"Break the pact. You don’t need to keep your fire chained to fear, ego, or expectation. Let yourself be reborn. You’ve glamoured yourself into someone else’s idea of ‘worthy’ but you were already magic. Choose freedom. Choose rest. Choose you.”

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[dinoandguitar]

Hiii can you do a Junhui version of the new parents series?

I can’t believe she’s ours…

Husband!WenJunhui x Afab!Reader

Genre: Pure Fluff!

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, childbirth (Reader has just given birth). The setting is at a hospital.

A/N : GUESS WHO'S FINALLY BACK YA'LL 🥲 first off all, i'm so sorry for being M.I.A for the longest time. Currently going through a few busy and bad days lol but oh well 😆 I've been also working on a few requests as well, whenever I could. Thank you for all your patience. Also, thank you for this request! Hope you like it <3

Masterlist

The hospital room still carried the weight of what had happened a while ago, the heavy breaths, the pain, the tension, and the miracle that followed all of it. Now, the world seemed to slow. Only the soft beeping of the monitor and the early morning light cutting through the blinds filled the space. You lay back, exhausted, your body aching, but your eyes never left him.

Junhui stood close, sleeves rolled up, hair a mess, eyes rimmed red- not just from crying, but from staying awake, alert, whispering words of encouragement and love for hours on end. He hadn’t left your side. Not once.

"You’ve got this, Baobei. I’m right here."

"Just breathe with me, okay?"

"I’m so proud of you."

Those were just a few of the countless things he said through every contraction, every scream, every tear. And now, when the nurse gently placed the tiny, pink-wrapped bundle into his arms, everything else faded away.

He didn’t speak- or blink at first.

He just looked down at her like she was something he never thought he deserved but would never, ever take for granted. His hands trembled slightly as her tiny fingers brushed against his shirt. “She’s so small,” he whispered, voice catching.

You watched him as he instinctively rocked her, cradling her with a gentleness that could only come from someone who had loved her long before she arrived.

“I can’t believe she’s ours…”

Tears welled in his eyes-not dramatic, but raw and real. “You did so well,” he said, eyes flicking to you, then back to your daughter. “You were so strong. I’ve never seen anything more powerful than you today. Thank you…”

He looked down at his daughter again, smiling through his tears. “Hi, my little star,” he whispered in Mandarin, “I’m your Bàba.”

She let out the softest sigh, and he immediately leaned down to kiss her forehead. His heart hurt so much-it was bursting with love.

“I’m going to protect you with everything I have. And your mommy, too,” he said, his voice thick. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this. To deserve you both.”

You could feel your own tears spilling as he sat beside you on the bed, still holding her like the most fragile, precious thing in the world. He shifted, so your head could rest gently on his shoulder, his free arm wrapping around you protectively.

“I love you,” he whispered, looking between the two of you. “So, so much. Thank you for making me a father. Thank you for trusting me… I’ll spend my life showing you both how grateful I am.”

And in that moment, you knew: there would never be a day your daughter didn’t feel loved. Not with him as her father.

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[cynthia39100]

Merlin rewatch -- S4E1: The Darkest Hour1

"You're not scared?" "Oh, I am, Merlin. Maybe more than you."

Amazing scene! Gorgeous from start to end. This post is going to be long.

Context, Merlin's magic was useless to the Dorocha. He dropped a candle and he was too terrified to retrieve it from the dark corner.

"Just, pick it up."

Love how gentle Arthur's voice was. His expression showed clearly that he wasn't impatient or anything. He looked puzzled. I think he didn't expect Merlin to be so visibly shaken. He thought Merlin was the bravest man he knew because Merlin always seemed unfazed in crisis (no more than Arthur, at least).

The lovely thing is that while he didn't expect Merlin to be as scared as he was, he didn't look down on Merlin just because of it. He told Merlin to just pick the candle up, not to mock him, but to make the situation more casual and less scary.

"Do you want me to get one of the maids to do it for you?"

Same here. Arthur saw how tense Merlin was and tried to lighten the mood by some light teasing. You can see Arthur didn't really mean it from his deliberately performative movement and quiet voice, like he was pushing himself to be funny.

"It's not a joke." "Yeah."

When teasing doesn’t work, Arthur was quick to concede and flip back to serious mode! It's so beautiful. He didn't look shock or offended, or even guilty, just quietly resigned, showing his understanding.

Then he goes to pick the candle for Merlin!! Truly a knight in shiny armour~~~

"You see, Merlin, I could never be like you. I could never let myself look so spineless."

They returned to banter, and I love the self-awareness in this sentence, a hint of Arthur's burden. He can never look afraid because he has to give the people confidence. In contrast, Merlin can (and most of the time, need to) show his fear because people don't look to him for courage (well, maybe Arthur does), and looking harmless is how he survives.

Lovely smile🥹Love these moments when their faces melted into a soft, genuine smile at the end of some jibing match.

I love how clear it was in the two actors performance that they were very much still afraid (and tired), and were only pretending to be casual. You can feel the effort they put it to keep their voice light and cheery.

A sudden noise had them both tensed up again. Arthur's face here!! At first glance he seemed relax and uncaring, still, only the tiny furrow of his eyebrow betrayed his calm exterior. So subtle yet so strong.

"You're not scared?" "Oh, I am, Merlin."

Then! Arthur admits that he’s scared!!! Out loud! The vulnerability on his face here was wonderful. I love how easily he said it. He couldn't show his vulnerability to his people, but Merlin was different. There was also a sort of comfort or validation in his admitting fear, like he was telling Merlin it's okay to be scared.

“Maybe more than you.”

Bradley was doing some amazing thing here. There's this tiny shift on his face after he fully turned and before he talked, that made him look incredibly soft and... indulgent? There was sadness too. Just, so many emotions there in his eyes and they were all directed to Merlin. So beautiful.

The smiles ahhhhh 🫠🫠🫠

What I imagine, Merlin was prompted to smile by the realisation that Arthur wasn't as calm/unfearful/oblivious as he appeared to. Arthur was smiling as a reassurance "yes, I'm the same, you're alright", and maybe also because Merlin finally smiled.

Colin’s face at the end is wonderfully complicated. It's returning to reality from a moment of break. But also, I wonder if a part of him was absorbing the realization that this was what Arthur always felt. This hopeless. It was probably the first time Merlin experienced what Arthur always had to deal with. And still, Arthur appeared calm and confident each time, giving his people hope. Merlin had known how strong Arthur was to be able to do that, but here he actually experienced it. It’s very, very lovely.

[S4E1] [other episodes]

[svt-meiying]

It's 2 am and I can't sleep because I had these question and I needed to ask. First of all I hope you're doing good and staying cool and away from the heat wave everyone is currently facing💓💓

1-The question is,are there any I guess you could say secrets that minghao knows that the others don't? Seeing that they grew up next to eachother there's a lot of things that happened without the other members knowing?

2-has yiyi ever had feelings for hao when she was younger? I'm genuinely curious

3- we know about the whole cheol and shua with yiyi thing,but are there any other members who had something for yiyi?

4- what kind of outfits does mingyu like on yiyi? I know it's such a weird question but It was the starting point for my other questions 😭😭

5- does yoongi know about the things tae and yiyi went through? And if he did what was his reaction?

That's it for today,Ilysm please stay safe and hydrated!!💓💓

Even though I really want you to have a good sleep (so sleep at a good hour) this is so funny and sweet at the same time 😭 I'm doing well! Unfortunately our AC just died so I might just fry in my sleep...but ykw, I have fever dreams every time it's too hot so Ni-Ki might come back for my ass and I'll be ready 🥊 I hope you're staying fresh and hydrated throughout this though because wow is it genuinely crazy-

. . There wasn't much to know around that time since they were both children, but he was the only one she told about her brother. Meiying truly didn't remember anything before the orphanage except for the figure of an older boy - who she chose to believe was her brother (it was in fact Taiyang) - leaving on that fateful snowy night, and she never mustered up the courage to tell anyone except him. Minghao also knows a lot of things about her that others don't such as the fact that she finds comfort sitting by the river despite being afraid of water, she prefers to go out at night, she brings cat food everywhere she goes just in case, tea calms her down, etc.

It's not so much secrets as it is small facts about her, but he IS the very first person she comes to to seek comfort. Even though the relationship she has with Jungkook is very close, the one she has with him is even more so. They know each other inside and out, they can read each other with a glance and they're each other's rocks, the silent anchor that holds the other down when everything else is trying to blow them away

. . Not at the beginning, but the more the hung out, the more she began developing feelings for him. They weren't so strong that she wanted to tell him, but he was her very first crush - which the orphanage's caregivers found absolutely adorable since she would ask them what all these physical manifestations meant

. . Vernon was completely mesmerized by her during the 'Fear' / 'An Ode' era and he had no idea what had changed, she was still his friend, his bandmate, but now his heart beat faster every time she was near, his cheeks felt hot whenever she touched or brushed past him, and he started hovering around her more. Even the members noticed that he was acting like a lovesick puppy, but over 6 months or so his feelings slowly faded and it was like nothing ever happened

For Wonwoo these feelings appeared during their 'Face The Sun' era, they were brief but boy were they strong - there was just something about Meiying now constantly being without a cover-up contact that changed how he saw her. She was laying her head on his lap one night and when he had the sudden desire to lean down and kiss her that was when he knew he was fucked. Meiying was always so attentive, so gentle, she brought him snacks while he gamed, stayed with him while he explained how complex gameplay worked, how could he not fall for her?

. . That's actually such a cute question! Mingyu honestly loves anything that makes her comfortable but he does have a soft spot for whenever she wears light colors such as white or sky blue to match her eye. Frilly mini/short skirts, he loves those so much since she's almost always wearing pants during schedules (he especially loves when she adds her own personal touch such as a plush keychain, a bow, or anything that represents her). Meiying has a very bright/cute personal style so bows, plush accessories, cute nails, ribbons in her hair, lace, etc., and whenever she embraces that he just finds her so much more beautiful. He also LOVES when she wears his sweaters over skirts just because not only does it show she's his, but she always 'customizes' them (temporarily ofc) AND leaves her perfume in the fabric

. . Yoongi raised his baby cat so unfortunately not much gets past him, especially not the way she began tensing around her boyfriend over time, or how she always wore clothes that covered her neck around him, or even how much weight she was losing due to the amount of stress this was putting her through. He never pried about their relationship or asked his sister what was happening, but he observed a lot and knew Taehyung was doing something to make her this way. Meiying had told Jungkook how the relationship ended and unfortunately he got so pissed at Taehyung that he went to confront him not knowing that Yoongi could hear everything.

Yoongi's mind went completely blank the moment he pieced everything together and when he came to, his hand was around Taehyung's throat, holding him against the wall as Jungkook tried to stop him. The older man had to try his best not to beat the absolute shit out of his bandmate but tensions between them were high for several weeks until Meiying sat her brother down, basically summing up the talk she had with her ex - explaining how their mental health affected their relationship. It still took some time for Yoongi to come around but through several conversations with his sister he was able to forgive Taehyung

As usual my sweet thank you for the questions! Ilysm more!! 💕 Take very good care of yourself, apply lots of sunscreen and drink lots of water, MWAHH 😘

[devildom-moss]

Flowers for Them (Mammon)

Continuation of a request where MC returns the favor for the characters giving them roses. Kind of a sequel series for the Roses for You series (links here)

Mammon x gn!MC

Word Count: +1.2k

Yellow Sunflowers

“Hey, MC.” Mammon tried to act cool as he hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to you with an almost choreographed grace. “Ya busy tomorrow night?”

“No, not really.”

“Well, ya are now.” He pulled a laminated VIP pass from his pocket and held it out to you between two fingers like he was buying something expensive and telling you to put it on his card. Although, to Mammon, your time was worth more than he could ever afford. “Here. I’m modelin’ on a runway tomorrow evening. You should come watch me. The Great Mammon will even take ya out afterwards to reward ya for showin’ support. Besides, I’m eager to start spendin’ that modelin’ cash.”

“I’d love to watch you work the catwalk,” you admitted, taking the pass from him.

“Did you say something about cats?” Satan popped his head into the common room on his way from the library.

“Catwalk, ya nosy–” Mammon started.

“Never mind. Not interested.” Satan shrugged and continued on his way but quickly turned around and added, “Wait. Who’s going to be on the catwalk?”

“The Great Mammon, of course.”

“Yeah, definitely not interested.” Satan disappeared down the hall.

You could tell Mammon was annoyed, so you jumped in, “well, I am interested.”

“’Course ya are. I’ll send ya the details. I’d offer to walk ya there, but they’re havin’ me come in a few hours before the show. But all this work’s gonna be worth it.” Mammon pulled out his D.D.D. and forwarded you the time and location. When he looked up at you from his phone, he had a frown on his face. “Man, I’d love to hang out a while longer, but I gotta go to a rehearsal soon. Don’t lose that pass, got it?”

“I’ll keep it safe.” You smiled.

“Ya better.” Mammon stood up and ruffled your hair aggressively – as if you were too cute for him to be gentle with.

The thought of going to Mammon’s gig without some kind of present felt off – not wrong, necessarily, but you knew you’d be missing an opportunity to make him feel loved. You couldn’t bear the thought of it. So, you made a stop at a particularly friendly demon’s shop.

“Stolas,” you called out as you entered the flower shop. A gentle chirp from above brought your attention to the demon, standing atop a shelf with a watering can.

“Oh, so the sweet little human has learned my name,” he grinned wickedly – flirtatiously if flirting involved a degree of danger. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence today?”

Stolas hopped down from the shelf and landed gracefully in front of you. He looked so much taller without the counter separating you.

“Do you have any scorching sunflowers?”

“Afraid not. My next delivery isn’t until next week, and I don’t grow them here – too much of a hassle. Can I interest you in something else?”

“Oh.” You immediately looked disappointed, which threw Stolas off.

He scrambled for a solution, “I can save some for you when the delivery comes. Or I can get you something else. I have dozens of gorgeous flowers, and some have a similar warming effect if you need it for a spell.”

“No, that’s okay – it’s just – how much do you know about human world flowers?”

“A good deal more than you, I’d assume. Missing the flora of your realm?”

“I need something similar to a human world sunflower to do the transfiguration spell. I really wanted to give sunflowers to someone close to me today,” you admitted.

Stolas sighed, “is that all? Come with me to the green room.”

He walked towards the room near the back of the shop. You followed, only slightly cautious of him. When he reached the door, he held it open for you. Even without stepping in the room, the scent of greenery was particularly strong. A fountain could be heard and you could see plants filling the room from ceiling to floor. As you entered, it was a beautiful sanctuary for life – as if the walls of the room encouraged growth and abundance.

“Now, I wouldn’t normally do this, but there is a way to create the flowers you desire without a Devildom equivalent. It’s more advanced, and I may need to borrow some of your magic to do it.”

Stolas instructed you to grab a petal the same color you wanted the sunflowers to be – a vibrant golden yellow – and bury it in the magic pot he placed on the workbench. You both placed your hands on the pot as Stolas whispered ancient incantations. You felt your magic being drained from your hands, but before long, sunflowers sprouted up from the pot – nearly two dozen of them. Stolas trimmed them and wrapped them up for you. As you took your wallet out to pay, his hand gently pressed over yours.

“I can’t sell flowers made purely from magic to you. You can have them,” Stolas smiled weakly.

“Surely I can repay you somehow, right?”

A number of ideas bloomed in his mind, but he settled on this instead: “Bring me some flowers sometime and we’ll call it even.”

You nodded and held the sunflowers close to your chest. With that, you headed to Mammon’s show.

Mammon was such a handsome demon, especially when he was in his element. They put him in some flashy numbers that complemented his vibrant white hair and beautifully hued skin. You could tell that the stylist hadn’t wanted just any demon; they wanted him to be their model, and it showed. As focused as he was, Mammon spotted you in the crowd – right where he left your name card on the chair – and gave you a wink. He was a crowd favorite, and you were so proud of him.

When the show concluded, you pulled the bouquet out from under your chair. They still look beautiful, you sighed in relief. Mammon was impatiently waiting for you backstage, scanning every face that entered with a pass until a smile glowed on his lips.

“Hey~ There’s my human,” Mammon shouted at you the second you stepped through the door. You tucked the bouquet behind your back. “What’d ya think of the Great Mammon? Devilishly handsome, ay?”

“Cool as ever, Mammon! You looked amazing out there.” You grinned and pulled the sunflowers out as you spoke, “I got these for you to congratulate you on a job well done.”

Mammon’s cool grin dropped as he felt his face burn. He took the flowers from your hands, “Ya got me sunflowers? These don’t look like scorching sunflowers, but my skin feels warm. Did ya enchant these?”

“No, silly. Although, a little magic was involved. Do you like them?”

“Hell yeah! What made ya think to get me these?” Mammon admired their beautiful golden hues as he asked. No one had ever given him sunflowers before.

“I learned that sunflowers symbolize loyalty; they represent enduring bonds and commitments and can be given for happy relationships based on truth and longevity. How could I not think of you when I read that. You’re faithful, we adore each other, and you always brighten my mood. They’re perfect for you.”

Mammon’s eyes felt misty, and he blinked away the threatening tears with a smile. He pulled you into a tight hug. He was so warm.

“’Course ya’d choose sunflowers for the Great Mammon! After all, you’re the main source of light in my life, and I’ll always turn to face ya, sunshine.” Your heart melted.

Lucifer | Leviathan | Satan | Asmodeus | Beelzebub | Belphegor | the others

A/N: I'm going to try to slowly come back over the next few months. I hope you all will welcome me back after being gone for so long. And I hope you like my OC as he makes yet another appearance.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Neglected

A/N: Rafayel smut, p in v, mentions of masturbation, edging, little bit of Raf being a scent freak.

'Hey, cutie.'

'Uh oh,' said his muse as her back was pulled against the solid muscle of Rafayel's chest. 'I know that tone…'

'What?' he asked lightly, nipping at her earlobe. 'Am I not allowed to greet my bodyguard with affection?' He nuzzled the nape of her neck, pressing a tiny kiss there. When the smallest of shivers went through her, he smiled.

'You want something.'

'Just you,' he said. 'Missed you last night… where were you?'

'Hunting,' she said flatly.

'Left me in a cold bed… languishing…'

'Rafayel…' she made to turn in his grip, but he held her fast.

'Not yet.' His voice was soft, husky. His hands splayed across her belly, his hips rolling subtly against her ass. 'Feel that, cutie?'

Her breath stuttered. 'Shit- you can't just-'

'Can so,' he said smugly. 'You left me to deal with this mess myself. Imagined you so many different ways, angel. Sheer white lace like seafoam, blue-green silk, naked except for pearls in your hair…'

'Raf-'

'Don't you wanna?' He spun her in his arms, pouting a little. His eyes glittered. Slowly, he released his grip and stepped back.

'Of course I do,' she said. 'But you are a distraction and a menace, I need to-'

'If you're about to say work,' he said, suddenly stern, 'I'll- I'll-'

She waited, smirking. 'Yes?'

He shook his head, reaching out to close his fingers on the nape of her neck. 'Tell me no, then.'

She shook her head. 'Maybe I want a distraction.'

He gave her a beatific smile. 'Good girl.' And then he was stumbling, falling into his bed as she kissed him hard. It was just what he liked, seeing her above him like this. She hurried to guide his cock inside her, sighing in bliss. 'You goddess,' he said in awe. 'My love.'

'You feel so good,' she keened, hands splaying on his chest. ''M'sorry I left you alone…'

He rolled his hips slow, teasing. 'Have to punish you for that, cutie.' He watched her eyes widen. 'Stay still.'

'But-'

'Do as I say.'

She nodded, blushing furiously. 'Okay. Okay. I'm sorry.' She stilled. He moved so slowly it was maddening; her jaw clenched with the effort, nails clawing ineffectually at his skin.

'Gonna enjoy you all night,' he crooned.

He made good on his threat; Rafayel had waited years for this, his patience strong as silk. He pulled her apart gently, intensely, deeply. Each gentle push drew a gasp from her, tension and fire gradually building. He didn't even sweat, gazing up at her hypnotically as she trembled and broke under his gentle torture.

'Fuck- she gasped. 'I-'

'Not yet, cutie.' He grinned, enjoying how incoherent she was. 'A little longer…' And he slowed again, letting her passion quiet to embers. Just as her breathing steadied a little, he bucked into her hard and fast, rolled her over to press her into the mattress. 'I think you've paid your penance,' he said sweetly. 'Break.'

She screamed and he dove to claim the sound, devouring and hard, bruising. 'Mine,' he said. 'Always.' He tilted his head, grazing his knuckles over her cheek. 'I was being gentle before to teach you a lesson. Hold on tight.'

And every pull back and snap forward threatened to break the bed. His lips were on her neck, murmuring Lemurian into her skin, his hands palming her breasts, his cock going deeper- deeper-

'FUCK!' he roared, eyes rolling back, nails raking her skin as he came hard, driving it into her, a claim, a wish, a promise. 'Better,' he gasped. 'Now you smell like me. As you should. C'mon.' He lifted her. She whined in protest. 'I know. Don't wanna wash me off you either, cutie. But I made you sore, hm? You wanna walk tomorrow, right?'

'I hate you,' she muttered. He snickered.

'Yeah, yeah. Not my fault you neglected me and I had to punish you for it.'

'Love you,' she said, as he ran a bath. He kissed the tip of her nose.

'I know. And I love you, like the shore loves the sea.'

[storiesfromafan]

Track 03. Tornado Warnings

A/N: kinda back, very small one-shot. I think my writing is dying...as I cant seem to really write anything as much. Like I have started one-shots, but dont have it in me to finish them...

I am also in the process of doing an overhaul of my master list.

If anyone wants to request, it might help get me back into the swing of things, I hope..

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Warning/s: short, possible spelling/grammer mistakes

It was stupid – absolutely insane – to go back to Benny. But you loved him, and you believed he loved you. Through the ups and downs, he always made you feel like the only girl in his world.

And yet, a small disagreement would turn into an argument. Which lead to it all blowing up, and Benny taking off for a few months. No phone call, nothing.

Those months you sorted yourself out. Reached out and reconnected with family and friends. Got your life back on track. You were thriving.

But then he was back. And standing at your front door, almost like his tail was between his legs. He was all sorry and love you. You resisted, keeping up a strong front. Until he looked down and then up, those damn puppy dog eyes. You were a goner.

You didn’t tell your family or friends you were back together, that you willingly let him back in your life. It was your secret. Just until you could guarantee this time he wouldn’t leave, but part of you knew Benny would always run when things got too much.

The way your family and friends would say good riddens when he was gone. Or how they would question you if you'd seen Benny since his return. Which was always a no, haven't seen him. It all weighed heavy on you.

Most nights you stayed in with Benny – when he didn’t go to the bar – curled up on the couch watching TV. Your head resting on his shoulder, his arm securely around you. But for how long? That question ate at you.

When you would go to the bar, it was like sneaking around as a teenager again. Either making your own way to the bar, or taking back and side streets to not be seen. A grown woman, acting like he was some criminal when it was just you trying to keep the peace in your life.

“We can’t keep doing this" sighed Benny, parking across from the bar. “Why not just tell them?”

You sighed. “I told ya why Benny. They wouldn’t understand, tell me I’m makin’ a mistake...”

Running his hand threw his hair, Benny understood but still didn’t like it. Neither did you. He looked to you, seeing your tired face. The way it all seemed to take its toll, even if you tried to stay strong.

With another sigh, Benny pulled you into him. Wrapping you up in his arms while he kissed your temple. You relaxed in his hold, the place you felt the most safest.

“I get it baby...just don’t want to be hidin' forever, yeah?” He whispered against your skin.

You nodded. “I know...just a little longer? I wanna enjoy the peace a little longer...” You hated putting him in this spot. Hated lying and keeping everyone – who wasn’t a Vandal – in the dark. But you needed this, needed him.

“Alright" Benny replied.

You pulled back and looked up at him like he hung the moon, and for you he did. Even if your relationship was up and down, left and right. Benny always came back. Held you, kissed you and made you feel wanted. Wasn’t that enough? What everyone wanted?

Someone who was there, wanted and needed you.

Leaning down, Benny captured your lips in a firm but gentle kiss. The opposite to the rough looking exterior. You kissed him back, showing him how much you loved him. Pulling back, you looked up at him with the sweetest smile. One that always made Benny's heart skip a beat.

You both weren’t perfect. But what relationship was? He had his issues, just like you. But Benny knew he’d always come back to you. No matter what.

[ventique18]

How to depict breaking gender stereotypes the right way: ✅ Twst showing by action that men in Twisted Wonderland find it normal to put on makeup. Nobody comments on their preferences.

How to depict it the wrong way: ❌ Cringe ass books explicitly repeating how much the mc dislikes wearing dresses because she's a strong independent woman and frilly skirts are for helpless little girls.

I think books should normalize just casually saying that the girl wore a suit to the ball-- she just likes pants and nothing else. Stop narrating how annoying a goddamn gown is. Just because a woman likes dresses doesn't suggest she's weak.

[astrallar]

Ok, so here me out here

[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[orchidbutch]

i really do need to plan out how i'm gonna tackle learning to draw in like 8 weeks time... right now i'm just trying to draw a little bit every day to build up a habit, if i can't even do that i may as well just stick to doodling every like 6 months or wait until later vs. trying to make a serious effort at it WHILE ALSO trying to write/edit/etc like 2-3 fics.

doodling in itself is just fun :) i like it and am glad i have the simple tools to do it :)

[moe-broey]

Ooufhgh.

[your-internet-bf]

It's been a while since you've seen a doctor, and you're nervous as you follow the nurse back to my office. What's there to be nervous about, this is just a little checkup, right? You notice the nurse's manicured burgundy nails as she knocks sharply on the door. She turns to you, smiling prettily, and says, "the doctor will see you now."

You push open the door and enter quite a large room. The nurse follows, closing the door behind you. In the center is the examination table, off to the right is a small crowd of young adults, appearing to be made up of men and women, and on the left is me, seated at my desk. "Welcome," I say, standing and extending one hand. My voice is deep, warm, and smooth, and you fumble for a moment, blushing a little, before you remember to shake my hand. Your hand is dwarfed in mine, my strong fingers encircling you, and a thought flashes unbidden through your mind - what would those fingers feel like inside you? - but, come on now, that's really not appropriate...

"I have a few students with me, as you can see. Is that alright?"

"Well, yes, of course!" Why shouldn't it be?

"Excellent. Now, I'm pioneering this new full-body examination method - it's really quite extraordinary, the maladies I can detect this way - but be warned, it is, shall we say, unorthodox. Is that alright?"

Just for a moment, you see something in my eyes, something behind the genial smile and gentle, reassuring tone. Just for a moment, you feel like some specimen, some piece of meat, pinned down under the lights with nowhere to go... but just for a moment. Surely, nothing bad can happen, and I'm a doctor, aren't I? You can trust me. So you swallow your fear, and you acquiesce.

"Excellent! Let's have a seat on the table, if you don't mind, and we'll make a start. Nurse V, if you would..."

As you sit on the table, the clinical, sterile seating a little cold against your skin, the pretty nurse steps behind the table, facing you, waiting for something. From your right, I approach, and you feel again just how much larger than you I am as my broad shoulders block out one of the ceiling lights. With all these people watching you, it takes all you have not to squeeze your legs together, just a little bit.

We begin with a quick examination of your face - "you have beautiful eyes, you know," I purr into one ear. I place one hand on the side of your neck and tilt your head; god, you've been reading too much, haven't you, the way you want these strong, expert fingers to close around your throat.

"Now, open your mouth for me, please." You oblige, and I cup your chin and slide my thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your eyebrows jump in surprise, and you look at me questioningly.

I smile again, still inside you. "Unorthodox, remember? Now, close your mouth and try to swallow." From behind, the nurse strokes your cheek with the back of one hand, and you feel a sudden ache between your legs. You close your lips around my thumb and swallow. It tastes... clean, mostly, as one might expect from a doctor, but you can taste the sweat underneath.

"Very good, one more time for me."

You swallow again, and you feel me slide my thumb over the surface of your tongue, pressing down, swirling in circles.

"And, one more time... yes, that's it, good job, very good job."

The praise for this degrading task is more than you can bear, and you squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, it's humiliating, everyone just saw you do that... All these eyes on you, the beautiful nurse behind you, this big, strong doctor with these big, strong hands and that big fucking bulge... but no, this is just a checkup, nothing is going to happen, right?

While you were thinking, I dried my hand off and had begun speaking.

"I'm - I'm sorry?"

"No worries. I was saying, can you remove your top, please? We need to examine your heart and your breathing."

You stare at me. "Remove my - "

"Yes, remove your top. The fewer barriers between me and you, the less interference with my examination." My face is quite serious, almost bored - this really must be routine. You look back at the nurse, and she smiles slightly and nods. So you undress, your nipples betraying you, standing at attention. You blush as the crowd of students looks at you intently. The nurse lays one warm hand on your shoulder, slender fingers gripping you reassuringly, and your eyes are drawn once more to those burgundy nails.

I step in close, and you feel my breath warm on your chest. "Now, observe the stiffness in the patient's nipples - this is to be expected, given the cool air, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of," I say, smiling. I press my stethoscope up over your heart, the metal cold on your skin, and your mind is betrayed by the pounding of your heart. My eyes flick up to meet yours, and I grin, predatorily, and once again you feel like a piece of meat beneath the lights.

I examine your breasts, starting with your left. Enclosed in my big, strong hands, I squeeze and push, prod and pull, ostensibly feeling for any abnormalities, but the way my fingers brush over your nipples, the intensity with which I sink them into your soft breasts, heaving now as your breath comes faster... My practiced tongue rasps over one nipple and a tiny moan escapes your lips as you try desperately to hide how much you're enjoying this; try desperately, and fail.

Abruptly, I pull back. "Excellent! All seems well here." I rest one hand on your other shoulder and turn to the students. "Note the pleasure response during this section of the examination, and I hope you were paying attention to the oral technique."

I turn back to you, my eyes dancing as they meet yours. "Fully undress, if you would. The inspection must continue."

Your hands tremble as you slide your clothes down off your waist, and the nurse aids you, her lovely hands stroking along your thighs and calves as she does.

"And spread for us, please."

Obediently, your thighs open, exposing your cunt, your needy, aching wetness, to all.

"Note the beauty of the patient's sex, here. The shape of the folds," I murmur, tracing one finger along your sensitive lips, "the balanced ratio of the clitoris to the vulva overall," sliding two fingers on either side of your clit, squeezing gently between them, "the appropriate pleasure response in - "

You lose what I say as I plunge two fingers inside you, powerful and dextrous, knuckles slipping past your tightness easily. It feels so fucking good to finally have something inside you, after all this aching and teasing, and god, so many people are watching, they're all watching your pussy spread and toyed with by this big, strong, handsome older man, and now the nurse's slender fingers are across your throat and her lips are on your forehead, and she tells you that you're doing so well for me, you've been so good...

My fingers press up inside you, finding your g spot, and with my thumb rubbing on your clit, I start melting you. Waves of pleasure course through your body, you gasp, moan, whimper, and with your eyes closed you can't tell whose lips are so soft on yours, but it feels so fucking good, and all those people are watching and it makes you want it more, your back arching, chest heaving, melting under the attention, and finally, mercifully, you cum, contracting around my fingers, squeezing your thighs together, trembling, shaking, gasping for air. You hear me say something, but you're so overwhelmed with pleasure that all you can make out from my speech is "very, very good".

The hand withdraws from your throat, and I gently, gently, extricate my fingers, and settle my hand atop one thigh, fingers slick with your desire.

The nurse whispers affirmation in your ear as I address the class. "Stimulation in this manner, of the two most sensitive sex stimuli, brings the most consistent and powerful orgasms to those possessing these organs." I stroke the inside of your thigh reassuringly, before turning to you.

"The final part of this examination is seeing how well you handle penetration. I'm going to need your unequivocal verbal consent before proceeding."

The nurse leans in and whispers into your ear, "might I suggest 'please, sir, will you fuck me?'" You'd blush harder if you could.

You swallow, nervously, and there's a twisting in your gut as you say it. "Please," you begin, voice cracking. "Please, sir, will you fuck me?"

"Yes, that is sufficient. I must say, though," I warn, unzipping my jeans, "that I am quite large." I slap my cock down on your tummy, and the sheer weight of it shocks you. You've seen size like this in porn, sure, but fuck, you've never touched something like this. When you tear your gaze away from my cock, I'm grinning down at you, predatory again. "You can back out at any time, you know." My voice is low, teasing, challenging. "Should we continue?"

You nod shakily, and spread your legs a little wider.

One hand on your raised knee, one hand guiding my cock, I push against you. For a moment you realize the exam had to be done in this order; if you weren't so fucking wet, there's no chance you'd be able to take me. But all thoughts are blasted out of your mind as I push harder and slide in.

It's so fucking thick that you can't help but groan. You've never felt so full, so strained inside, being pushed in every direction; you're not built for this, maybe there's just too much, your body is rejecting me - and then I push again, another few inches, and you slam your head back against the padded table, a long, drawn-out "fuuuuuck" wrenched from your lips. You feel my strong hands brace at your hips, and with a final thrust, slamming your cervix up into your guts, moving your entire body, the ridges of my cock sliding deeper and deeper, sliding painfully, pleasurably past your walls, I'm inside you.

The nurse rests her hands on you again, and purrs in your ear, "you're doing so well for him, I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're doing such a good job, pretty girl..."

Glacially, I pull out, allowing you a moment to rest, before thrusting in again, hands still at your waist. You sob once, loudly, and then you sink into it as I pick up a rhythm, deep, deep strokes inside you. You hear me grunting, whispering something, and I grow more frantic, impaling you a little harder, and through the wall of pleasure you hear me rumble, "nurse V, begin the overstimulation procedure."

"Certainly, doctor." She leans over you, lips fiercely meeting yours, and one of those slender hands reaches down to abuse your clit. An image of those burgundy nails on your cunt flashes through your mind as I continue pounding you, forcing you to spread for me, adjust to me, even as the nurse plays your clit like an instrument, and fuck, she's a virtuoso.

You sing a song of moans and voiceless curses under our combined mastery, knowing your audience is entranced, filled with a blazing, lusty pride. The deep bass of my voice, resonant in your skull, is saying something, but you cannot hear me; you're moaning, groaning, pleading, "yes, yes, oh my god yes" over and over...

The song swells to a crescendo and with two sudden strikes, two powerful thrusts into you, it ends with a thick, hot, sticky white wave of my approval inside you. You feel it pulse deep, deep inside, filling you, load after load delivered straight past your bruised, abused cervix.

You come back to reality with my cum spilling from between your legs, trailing thickly down onto the exam table. I zip up my jeans while the nurse helps dry you off, from all the sweat and saliva. She dabs caringly at your mouth, and you notice that the cloth is dyed the same shade as her lipstick.

"Now," I address the class, "I hope you were paying attention." I rest one hand on your aching, trembling thigh. How many times did you cum with me inside you? How long were all these people watching you writhe beneath me, begging, losing yourself in the pleasure? You have no fucking clue. "This patient has bravely volunteered for each of you to examine her, here and now, while she's available to us."

Your jaw drops. When did you agree to that? You would never - but you were begging, "yes, yes, yes" earlier, weren't you, while I was talking. You agreed. Everyone heard you say it.

"One at a time, please. And," I say to you, grinning wolfishly, "don't worry. I'll be watching the entire time."