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ASMODEUS x f!Reader
7.4k Words | Angst with a Happy Ending | First Time
Summary: You were bullied by another student at RAD. Asmodeus hasn't been the same since.
Rating/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI. Mentions of: anger, unhealthy coping mechanisms, possessive thoughts/behaviour, arguing and threats of violence, blood, brief bullying/harassment, bathing together, explicit sexual content.
A/N: This was supposed to be a short bathtub smut piece. π
The tub in Asmodeusβs private bathroom is more like a pool than any bathtub you ever used prior to coming to the Devildom. Itβs as enchanting and mysterious as the demon himself. Youβre not even sure how he fills it - it must have some magical charm that keeps it full. The fresh petals he adds to the water never seem to wilt or lose their scent.
Youβre sitting with Asmo near the edge of the pool. You skim your fingers along the surface of the crystal-clear water and it ripples gently at your touch. Asmo sits behind you on the marble step and supports your weight while you lean against him. He hums gently into your ear while he runs his fingertips through the ends of your hair. His chest is warm against your back. Heβs naked from the waist up, but he left his boxer briefs on - for your comfort more than his.Β
Normally you wouldnβt let Asmo see you like this - naked, vulnerable - in the bath or out of it. But earlier when he said he wanted to take care of you, his eyes burning with an intensity that left you speechless, he swept you away to his private bathroom. You were both still reeling from what happened earlier that afternoon, and you realized you wanted his comfort as badly as he wanted yours.
It was supposed to be an ordinary day at RAD: classes with the demon brothers, a student council meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos, perhaps breaking up a fight or two depending how well they got along today. You were sorting through paperwork near the front of the room while the demons bickered in their seats on the dais behind you.Β
What you didnβt expect was Solomon bursting through the doors, grinning when Thirteen followed him inside. He ducked behind you while he asked for her to be reasonable and you knew things were going to end badly. She screeched at him as she pulled some sort of black, metallic orb from her bag and tossed it with all her might.Β
The trap missed Solomon but it hit your arm instead before it dropped to the floor. It beeped menacingly at your feet and you felt the twinge of pain shoot through your arm when you raised your hands to cover your face. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for whatever was about to happen.Β
Thirteen ran over and disarmed the orb before it did whatever else it was supposed to do. She apologized to you but glared venomously at Solomon who was still hovering behind you. He rolled his eyes and tsked, completely unbothered by her fury when she continued threatening him for trying to break into her cave again.
Asmo came to your side before any of his brothers could and shouted at Thirteen and Solomon for involving you with their squabble and putting you in harmβs way. Lucifer followed him and reprimanded Thirteen for her irresponsible behaviour, and he blamed both her and Solomon for disrupting the meeting.
While Thirteen was being lectured by a very grumpy-looking Lucifer, Solomon turned to you with a sheepish smile and apologized for involving you in their little disagreement. You shrugged your shoulders to brush off his apology - it couldβve been worse, after all - but his eyes narrowed when you winced in pain.
βAre you alright? Here, let me take a lookββ he offered as he reached for the lapels of your blazer.
Asmo nudged you back, pushing Solomonβs hand away and effectively shielding you from him. βI think youβve done enough,β he gritted out angrily. His expression wouldβve scared anyone that didnβt know him better - he looked terrifying, and even Solomon mustβve thought so because he raised his hands placatingly and stepped back.
βCome on, letβs go home,β you suggested quietly, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket to get his attention. Your arm throbbed and the room felt uncomfortably tense as tempers flared; you didnβt want to be there anymore.
He looked at you over his shoulder and the fire in his gaze softened. He put his hand over yours and squeezed, turning from Solomon without another word and guided you towards the exit. He paused outside in the hallway long enough to murmur a quick healing spell to lessen the pain in your arm.
The walk home was quiet and uneventful, a blur of typical Devildom nighttime noise but the demon at your side had a scowl on his face that had others on the street giving you a wide berth. It wasnβt typical for the Asmo you know. He draped an arm over your shoulders to keep you tucked into his side but you could feel the tension in his body when you walked together.
When you arrived home, you started to walk towards your room for a shower and a nap, but he held onto your hand and seemed reluctant to let you go. No matter what you said, you couldnβt convince him you were fine; maybe he knew you were lying to yourself.
Let me take care of you.
When you agree to use his private bath, you don't expect that itβs going to be both of you bathing together. Youβre too tired to argue -Β and youβre genuinely worried about him too - so you finally relent and start to strip away the layers of your school uniform.
Asmo is visibly displeased when you ask him to dim the lights in a moment of self-consciousness. He reminds you that you have nothing to be ashamed of, but he does as you ask because he wants you to be comfortable.
While you undress, he gathers fluffy towels from a cabinet and sets them on the edge of the bathing pool. He grabs an empty basket and picks out bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. He even picks up a small bottle of fragrant oil and adds a couple drops to the water, satisfied when the steam from the warm water starts to diffuse the light floral scent.Β
By the time youβre naked, he is standing in the tub, his underwear still on - you felt guilty that the silky material was probably being ruined by the water. He doesnβt seem to care about that or anything else except you. When you approach the pool hesitantly, a small smile graces his lips for the first time since the incident at school and he holds out his hand to you. When you place your hand in his, he keeps you steady while you step into the pool and wade through the water towards him.Β
You want to sink below the surface of the water or shield your body from him with your hands, both desperate attempts to hide as much bare skin from him as you can. He senses your nervousness because he pulls you into a gentle hug that feels warm and soothing.
When you finally start to relax, he pulls away and reaches for the basket of toiletries floating nearby. You dunk your head into the water to wet your hair while he grabs the bottle of shampoo. He rubs his hands together and massages the suds onto your scalp. He hums quietly and your body sways gently in the water. Your eyes slip closed at the pleasant sensation of his fingertips working through your hair, rubbing at the back of your neck and melting away the tension between your shoulders. He does the same with the conditioner next; he seems to enjoy the sensation of your soft hair between his fingers while he pampers you.
You recognize the scent of the hair products and realize heβs using his own. His taste in cosmetics is luxurious and expensive, more than what you would ever dream to spend on yourself. You feel spoiled, like youβre someone precious. Youβre distracted by how relaxed you feel, and you realize too late that heβs pouring body wash into his palm and sudsing it up between his hands.
He reaches for your left arm first, lacing your fingers together with one hand while he smooths the fragrant bubbles over your skin with the other. He does the same with your right arm, pausing before he accidentally touches the purple bruise forming where Thirteenβs trap struck you. He stares at the mark, barely brushing his fingers across it like heβs afraid of hurting you even more.
You squeeze his fingers to pull him out of the worried trance heβs fallen into. βIt looks worse than it feels,β you say quietly. You try to reassure him but he doesnβt look like he believes you. He bends his head and brushes his lips over the mark before he continues with his task.
He washes your back, kneading the skin gently with his hands as he moves them across your body. He doesnβt stray below your waist, and he only washes the delicate column of your throat and shoulders before turning around to give you privacy. He gathers his basket and sets it on the edge of the pool while you quickly wash your chest.
You rinse the soapy layer off your skin by the time he turns around and pulls you into another hug. The water was a bit tepid now and itβs covered with a thin layer of film from the bath products he used.
βWe should probably get out soon,β you murmur, resting against his bare chest.Β
βWe donβt have to if you donβt want to,β he says and he holds you a bit tighter. βNo one is going to bother you tonight.β
You run your fingertips across the waterβs surface. βBut the waterβs getting cool and itβs soapy.β Itβs one of the reasons why you normally donβt like taking baths and prefer to shower.
But Asmo holds his hand above the water and starts whispering an incantation you donβt recognize. His hand glows and the water around you ripples gently before it settles. You nearly gasp at the odd sensation of the water instantly warming up again. The bubbly residue from his bath products is gone too.
βWell, thatβs a neat trick,β you say with a quiet laugh. He watches your delighted reaction with a smile.
Asmo walks back towards the edge of the pool and pulls you with him. He hops back onto the marble step and scoots backwards. He spreads his legs and pats the space between them where he makes room for you. After a moment of deliberation, you follow him and settle against his chest. His thighs are bracketing your hips and one of his arms is crossed over your front.
He smooths your hair back and brushes it out of the way, hooking his chin over your shoulder with a sigh. He nuzzles your shoulder with his cheek. When you glance at him from the corner of your eye, you realize his eyes are closed.
βHow do you feel?β you ask him in a near-whisper.
He turns his head towards you, humming in contemplation. You can feel his warm breath on your neck. βI should be asking you that,β he replies. Heβs dodging your question.
You turn to face him properly - or as much as he allows with his arm still wrapped around you. βYou were very upset with Solomon earlier,β you remind him. βYou didnβt seem like yourself.β
Asmoβs eyes are open and they flash at the mention of the sorcererβs name. βDid I frighten you?βΒ
You shake your head because it wasnβt fear you felt in that moment. βNo, I wasnβt scared of you. I was worried.β
Asmo rests his forehead against your shoulder and sighs. βI donβt think you understand how hard it is whenββ he starts to say, then he makes a frustrated noise in his throat. "I don't like it when someone else hurts you.β
Asmo is protective of you the way all the other demon brothers are, so his answer doesnβt surprise you. But youβve known for a while now that something between you has changed, like thereβs some gap neither of you are able to cross. Most of the time he seems like himself - carefree, happy, excited by all the wonderful things in the world that he loves. When heβs not himself, his eyes are cold and his tone is sharp.
Sometimes you forget that Asmoβs capable of rage or violence as much as his brothers are, even though he tries not to show you that side of him. The anger in his eyes earlier when he faced off against Solomon in your defense was very real. Youβre surprised he didnβt shift into his demon form; perhaps he would have if you hadnβt gotten him out of there in time.
βDoes this have to do with what happened a few months ago?β you ask hesitantly.
His body freezes for a split second but itβs enough for you to notice. His arm tightens around you ever so slightly.
βWe never did talk about that, did we?β he sighs. He sounds nervous, uncertain - you know heβs trying to avoid having this conversation with you, but you donβt know why.Β
βNo, but maybe we should. I wasnβt lying earlier when I said Iβm worried about you - and not just today. Youβve beenβ¦β you gesture vaguely with your hand, ββ¦different lately. After what happened.β
The water is still warm but it feels like youβve both overstayed your welcome. Asmo relaxes his hold on you and leans over to grab a towel for himself. He stands and quickly dries himself off. The boxer briefs he wears leave little to the imagination when the water-soaked fabric sticks to his skin. Your cheeks burn when you turn away quickly to give him privacy, and you hear him chuckle under his breath.
He sets the towel over his shoulder and grabs a second one for you. He holds it open in front of him and you stand quickly, stepping out of the pool and letting him wrap you in the towel like a blanket.
He tips your face up with a finger under your chin and looks into your eyes. He leans closer and his eyes dart to your lips for the briefest moment. Before you can even ask what heβs doing, he shakes his head and gestures for you to follow him to his room.
You dry yourself off quickly while he steps into the privacy of his walk-in closet. Your RAD uniform is in a crumpled pile somewhere and you wait for him to return, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself so you donβt get cold.
Asmo steps out of his closet wearing a bathrobe thatβs tied loosely at his waist. You catch brief glimpses of his bare thighs when he walks towards you; itβs obvious heβs not wearing anything underneath. He hands you a spare bathrobe to put on as well, and he collects the discarded towels and tosses them in the laundry hamper while you shrug the robe onto your shoulders.Β
Asmo lays on his bed above the covers, sinking into the pile of ornamental pillows against his headboard. He raises his arm invitingly and you settle on the bed beside him, tucking yourself under his arm and letting your head rest against his shoulder. One of your hands is on his chest and he covers it with his own.
He peppers the top of your head with a few brief, barely-there kisses then sighs warily. Heβs delayed this conversation long enough.Β βWhat would you like to ask first?β
You think back to nearly three months ago when a loud slam woke you up in the middle of the night. A yell echoed down the hall from your room and it prompted you to get out of bed quietly and tiptoe outside. What if someone was hurt? you worried at the time. The sound of hushed, frantic voices led you to the front hallway.Β
βAsmo?β you whisper, staring at the demon you barely recognized. Blood was splattered across his arms and face, his clothes stained and torn. He was speaking to Lucifer, but his eyes met yours for a moment before he looked away again. You took a hesitant step towards him, but Mammon appeared out of nowhere, blocking Asmo from view and gently pushing you back towards your room.
βYou can talk to him tomorrow,β he said quietly, glancing at his brothers over his shoulder. βHe wouldnβt want you to see him like this.β
βWhat happened that night when I saw you in the foyer?β you ask.
βDiavolo finally agreed with Luciferβs recommendation that the demon bothering you should be expelled from RAD.β Asmo hides his smirk in your hair. βLucifer decided his punishment deserved a personal touch, so he sent me on behalf of the student council to make sure he went back to the corner of hell he came from. He mightβve been a little worse for wear, but in one piece.β Mostly one piece, anyway.
βWhy did Lucifer ask you to do it?β you wonder, looking at him curiously. A thought suddenly occurs to you, and you push up so you can look at him properly. βDoes that have to do with the fight you two had?β You werenβt sure what happened, but in the days leading up to that night, Lucifer and Asmo barely seemed to get along; they ignored each other at mealtimes and exchanged icy glares when they were forced to speak about official school business.
Asmo smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. βOf course it does,β he says. βYou tried to hide it from us, but I knew that demon was harassing you. I was worried about you but Lucifer insisted on following protocol. I found his lack of urgency frustrating.β
βI think we need to reconsider allowing the new student to study at RAD,β Asmo said from his seat in Luciferβs office, his voice quiet and serious.Β
Lucifer sighed warily. It wasnβt the first time Asmo spoke to him of his concerns regarding the new demon on campus but his accusations were vague and unsubstantiated. βI already told you that my hands are tied unless he does something actionable.β When Asmo opened his mouth to argue, Lucifer added quickly, βsomething actionable with proof.β
But something in Asmoβs tense expression made Lucifer hesitate. βWhatβs wrong?β
Asmo shook his head. βI donβt know how to explain it. That demon is dangerous.β He doesnβt say that heβs terrified something bad might happen, that he might not be there in time to save you if it does.
Lucifer leaned back and rubbed his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. βI believe you, but Diavolo needs some sort of evidence to justify expulsion if we want to to avoid any political repercussions. Your intuition simply isn't enough.β
Asmo stood from the chair with a frown and strode away. βIf you donβt do something about him now, it could be too late.β He pulled the door open and glared at Lucifer over his shoulder. βDonβt say I didnβt warn you,β he snarled before slamming the door closed behind him.
Asmo pulls you against him and rolls you both over. When youβre both laying on your sides, he wraps an arm around your waist. He smiles when you copy him.Β
βI thought it was something I could handle on my own,β you finally admit outloud. βI hoped things would get better with time. I didnβt want to involve anyone else if I didnβt have to.β
But since you didnβt tell Asmo about anything that was going on, you still have to wonder, βHow did you know what was going on if I didn't tell anyone?β
Asmo cuddles a bit closer to you and his eyes slip closed when he tightens his hold on you. βCall it a hunch.β
Mammon tried to explain it to you during your early days as an exchange student. You were curious about Asmoβs fixation on beautiful things - including himself. βItβs not just about beauty or sex with him - itβs about passion. Anger, hatred - he can sense those feelings too but that sorta passionβs ugly to him. That's why he focuses on the feelings that make him feel good. Thatβs why when he sets his mind to something, he puts in everything heβs got, every time. Itβs all or nothinβ with that guy. He doesnβt do half measures.β
It was fortunate that you were still at RAD the day things spiraled out of control. The demon that was bullying you had you cornered in an otherwise empty classroom. He pushed your shoulders against the stone wall and hissed with explicit details how he planned to decorate the room with your insides. Despite all your power and education, you froze in the face of real danger. You were naive to think that there werenβt demons left in the Devildom that would still want to harm you.
Whatever the demon was about to do next was interrupted when the classroom door opened suddenly. The passerby yelled for help and within moments the demon was pulled off you. You slumped to the ground, overwhelmed by the adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins.Β
Afterwards, you would remember it was Asmo who picked you up and carried you to the infirmary, who sat at your side and held your hand while you were examined for injuries. It was Asmo who slept in your bed that night to help fend off bad dreams, who stayed home with you the next day while Diavolo and Lucifer finished their investigation.
You had all the pieces to explain what happened, the truth that you were too blind to see: it was Asmo that asked to carry out the demon's punishment because he threatened to kill you.
βWhat have you done?β Lucifer snapped angrily when he confronted Asmo in the front hallway. He expected his brother home hours ago.
βI did as you asked,β Asmo said in an eerily calm, detached voice. βHeβs on his way back to the outer ring and we wonβt have to see him ever again.βΒ
Lucifer grabbed Asmoβs arm when he tried to walk away. βWhen I gave you permission to do this, I stated very clearly the limitations of what you could and could not do. We all feel the way you do, butββ
βI warned you this would happen!β Asmo cried, aura burning as his rage flared. He quieted himself, remembering the late time and not wanting to wake the others, or you. βHeβs still alive. If I ever see him again, he wonβt be so lucky.β
You knew Asmo was a powerful demon - he was a demon prince of the Devildom, after all - but you never realized his potential for anger or violence could match the intensity of his love and admiration for the things he held most dear. It overwhelmed you to think that he considered you something worth protecting.
But the more you thought about it, the more you realized you underestimated the depth of his feelings for you. He tried to tell you so many times in so many ways that you were important to him. He brought his manicure kit to your room so he could do his nails while you did your homework. When you finished, he would reward you by doing your nails too. He invited you on spontaneous trips to Majolish or your favourite cafe, refusing your offers to pay for the gifts he bought for you. He was always trying to take your photo, or heβd pull you to his side for selfies together. When you asked him why none of the photos ended up on Devilgram like most of his other pictures, he just winked and said he wanted to keep those pictures for himself.
He teased you playfully if other demons tried to ask you out, and he even encouraged you to accept sometimes - not that you ever had interest in any of those other demons, and he knew it. That didnβt stop him from giving you his usual pep talk before all of the dances you were invited to attend at Diavoloβs castle or The Fall:
βIf anyone tries anything with you that you donβt like, blast them with some of that magic of yours. Or better yet, summon me and Iβll take care of it. No matter where I am, Iβll come to you. I promise.β
The realization dawns upon you and you feel like youβre drowning, emotions choked by the truth youβve always known about his feelings for you, and your feelings for him.
βHow long have you felt this way about me?β you ask him, your whispered voice breaking.Β
When he opens his eyes, they begin to glow as he gazes at you with so much love - itβs hard to breathe. His cheeks flush just the slightest bit pink when his lips slowly tick up in a small smile. βOh, my precious darling, when have I not?β
You bury your head against his chest to hide the tears spilling down your cheeks. Youβre sobbing and shaking your head, whispering apologies over and over again while your fingers clench the silky material of his robe.
βItβs alright,β Asmo says quietly, his hand rubbing your back in an effort to calm you. βIβm here. Everything is going to be fine from now on, I promise.β
You look at him through blurry, red-rimmed eyes when he pushes you back gently so he can see your face. βBut y-you did all that for me and I didnβt know. Or I-I-I think I knew but I pretended I didnβt. Things have felt so off between us and itβs my fault. If I wasnβt so weak, maybe I couldβveββ
Asmo frowns slightly and puts a finger to your lips to quiet you. βNothing that happened was your fault. I did what I needed to do to keep you safe. Iβll save you as many times as I have to.β He cradles the back of your head and leans forward to brush his lips against your brow.
βI love you,β he says when he lowers his head and kisses your cheek.
βAnd Iβll never let anything happen to you,β he whispers when his nose brushes against yours and he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth.
The kiss is soft enough that you can ignore it, giving you the chance to turn away, to pretend it didnβt happen. Heβs giving you an out, you realize. But when youβre this close, all you can see is the faint glow of his clementine eyes.
The kiss you offer him in return is soft and sweet.
His eyes flutter closed as he moans quietly, and the way he tilts his head so he can slot his mouth against yours reminds you this isnβt a dream.Β
βPlease,β he murmurs repeatedly against your lips. The quiet, needy pleas are muffled but you understand him perfectly.
When you nod, he doesnβt hesitate to deepen the kiss, groaning when his lips move against yours harder and with more urgency. When you part your lips, he licks into your mouth, moaning between swipes of his tongue like heβs devouring you, starved for everything you can give him. His hand slides down your body, squeezing your waist gently before he pulls you tighter against him like heβs trying to blur the lines where you end and he begins.
When you start to roll onto your back, Asmo follows without hesitation, sliding a knee between your thighs and pressing his chest against yours. His kisses become sloppy and the soft, wet sounds are punctuated by your breathy moans.
Youβre able to touch him more easily in this position and you tentatively skim your hands along his arms and across his shoulders until your fingers find purchase in his hair. Thereβs a rumbling noise that vibrates in his chest, and when you tug on his hair with just a bit more force, he breaks the kiss with a groan that makes the dull throb between your legs ache with need.
His hands are everywhere when he drags his lips across your jaw and down your neck. Heβs panting between fiery, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. When he latches into the junction between your neck and shoulder and sucks with just a hint of teeth, you gasp.
He hums when he pulls back slightly to admire the mark heβs left on your skin. He raises himself up on his hands so he can look at you properly. You take the opportunity to explore him too, hands sliding down his chest slowly until they settle at his waist. You feel him shudder at your touch.Β
βI should be doing this properly,β he says suddenly. When you tilt your head in confusion, he explains, βgetting dolled up for you, taking you out for a romantic dinner, seducing you afterwards.β He grins when you flush with embarrassment, but his smile falters after a moment when his gaze pierces yours. βYou deserve that. I can give you that if you want. We donβt have to go any further tonight if youβre not ready.β
You cup his cheek. βDo you want to stop?β you ask curiously.
He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your wrist. βFuck, no,β he breathes, shaking his head. His hair falls over his eyes, totally unkempt. Heβs beautiful like this.
Earlier it was hard to ignore the weight of his cock hardening against your hip, the stilted movements when he kept himself from grinding against you while you kissed. It makes you feel less self-conscious of your own desire, the way his pleased sounds made you feel hot with need. The insides of your thighs are damp with slick and youβre desperate for some kind of friction against your clit. Youβve been clenching around nothing, secretly wanting him to fill you but not having the courage to ask for more.Β
βI want you too,β you whisper, staring into his eyes and it feels like youβre finally being honest, trying not to let fear ruin the promise of what his love can offer you. Youβre emboldened by the way his eyes are smoldering when he looks at you, the way youβre both trembling with need and the way your voices shake with so much emotion. You donβt want him to have any doubts about how you feel about him or about how desperately you want him too.
He only hesitates a moment before he pushes himself to his knees. One of his knees is still wedged between your thighs, not quite close enough to give you the friction to grind yourself against him. He undoes the knot holding his robe closed and slides it off his shoulders. The sight of his naked chest leaves you breathless.
Your eyes roam across his smooth, unblemished skin. Your fingers grasp the blanket when you feel the itch to grab him and pull him back down. Youβre close to begging for him to touch you, and something must flicker across your expression because his gaze darkens. The sweet, somewhat bashful tilt to his lips sharpens into something a little more hungry.Β
He leans down, one hand clenching the sheets for balance while he slips his other arm between your bodies. You feel his fingers pull at the thin fabric of your robe and pry it apart and the sudden chill causes goosebumps to spread across your exposed skin. You resist the urge to cover your breasts when you feel your nipples harden.Β
βYouβre lovely,β he whispers, kissing your cheek softly. βYouβre so incredibly beautiful, I can barely stand it.β You tilt your head back when his nose grazes along your jaw and he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin below your ear. He pulls your earlobe between his teeth and tugs, licking the skin in a mock apology when you gasp and arch your back against his chest.
βI bet you say that to all your dates,β you whimper. His desire is intoxicating but you can feel the self-doubts bubbling over, your inhibitions threatening to spill from your lips and ruin everything. Before you can say anything else, Asmo sighs his head and tilts your head so youβre forced to look him in the eye.
βNone of that matters anymore, not when I finally have you,β he says quietly, like itβs some sort of oath. βIβve wanted you for so long.β He gives you a hard, quick kiss. βIβve wanted you for so fucking long.β
He shuffles closer and his cock hangs heavy against you. The tip is dribbling precum and it feels warm and sticky on your thigh. His head tilts back with a moan and he slowly rubs against you, painting your skin with his desire and leaving no room for doubt that he wants you.
You canβt stop yourself from reaching for him and you pull him closer as you spread your legs invitingly. βAsmo, pleaseββ
He growls quietly and in an instant his lips are around one of your nipples while his hand snakes back down between your bodies. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud, and he sucks it into his mouth at the same time his long fingers dip between your folds. Your hips jolt when he brushes against your clit, puffy and wet with your desire and itβs all for him.
Asmo moans around your nipple when he feels the wetness between your legs. He kisses across your breasts as he starts grinding against you a bit harder than before.
βYouβre almost ready for me, arenβt you?β he asks, amazed by how utterly perfect you are, bare and needy under him. He licks his lips and you can see a hint of his fangs when he grins.
The way he looks at you makes you squirm underneath him. You move your hips and try to chase his fingers as he explores the soft skin of your folds. The delicious pressure of his fingertips rubbing against your clit is enough to make your thighs quake. You feel the beginnings of your release, but you whine when he suddenly moves his fingers away. Before you can ask him to touch you again, he slips a finger inside you and the sudden fullness makes you groan.Β
Heβs hypnotized by the way your body moves in tandem with his, arching your back and undulating your hips as he pumps his finger inside. Heβs being slow and deliberate, studying your face for every reaction, and when he adds another finger he thrusts them both in deep. You take the intrusion so well, like your body was made to be his, and he knows you're close when your moans pitch higher and your hands scramble for purchase in the sheets.
βYou feel so perfect around my fingers,β he murmurs, watching with half-lidded eyes as his fingers move faster in and out of you. He bites his lip when he feels you clench around him, and heβs nearly mad with the desire to have you finally wrapped around his cock. βYouβre so responsive.β He strokes your clit with his thumb as his fingers stretch and tease your gummy walls, crooking his fingers inside you like heβs inviting you to sin.
The sensations drive you to the edge and youβre chasing your release, eyes closed and swallowing thickly after you choke on a moan that sounds suspiciously like his name. βI want you so badly,β you beg, and your voice sounds breathy and pathetic to your ears but you can feel the heat of his gaze on you when your body tightens around him. He keeps brushing over that spot inside that feels so good and you donβt want the feeling to stop, you want more. βI want you to come inside me, I wantββΒ
You cry out as the orgasm crashes through you out of nowhere, wave after unrelenting wave of pleasure setting your body ablaze as his greedy fingers coax every last breathy moan from your lips. He savors the way your body flutters around him, like youβre overwhelmed by the feeling of his fingers still pumping inside you but your pretty little holeβs too greedy to let him go.
Asmo finally pulls his hand away when you try to clench your thighs closed to stop him from teasing your oversensitive nerves. He sits back on his heels and waits patiently while you catch your breath. Your skin glistens lightly with sweat and he canβt stop staring at you.
When you finally open your eyes, he brings his slick-soaked fingers to his mouth, licking your essence from his fingertips before sucking them both into his mouth greedily. Once theyβre clean, he releases them with a quiet pop.
βYou taste delicious,β he coos appreciatively. Heβs so tempted to dive between your legs, to lap up every last drop of slick that clings to your folds. He wants to breathe in your intoxicating scent until itβs seared into his memory forever, to plunder your hole with his tongue until you canβt possibly give him more.Β
But as much as Asmo wants to make himself a new home between your legs buried tongue-deep inside you, or to pull you on top of him so you can grind against his face so heβs drenched in your slick, he knows that will have to wait until next time.
Heβs been with hardly anyone else since what happened a few months ago. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings for you - the fear of losing you, the need to claim you properly - and it sent him into a tailspin. He tried to pretend there was nothing wrong and he went to his usual haunts, but he didnβt want any of those other demons: none of them were you.Β
Now that he has you, heβs not sure anything can possibly be better than this: the way you looked swept away by pleasure; your loud, high-pitched sounds like music to his ears; and the way you fucked yourself on his fingers and begged for his cock inside you - itβs too much temptation for even the Avatar of Lust to bear.Β
When the sensitivity has ebbed and youβve caught your breath, you let your thighs fall open again and Asmo doesnβt hesitate to shuffle between them properly. His cock bumps against you and when he lowers himself to his forearms above you, he teases you with the glide of his cock along your folds. He rolls his hips slightly so that the tip of his cock grazes your clit and then he pushes even lower, letting the head of his cock tease at your hole. He adds just enough pressure at your entrance that promises more, and that has you moaning in anticipation and spreading your legs even wider for him.
You lift your thighs so they rest against his hips to keep him in place, to encourage him to come even closer, to fill you so you never feel empty again.
His head tips back and soft sighs fall from his lips when he finally pushes inside. Neither of you seem to care about the way your body squelches obscenely with the slow drag of his cock along your walls. Itβs a smooth glide until he finally bottoms out and he moans, but he blinks his eyes open rapidly, surprised at the sudden wetness clinging to his eyelashes. One of your hands is clutched to his back, the sharp grip of your fingernails a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.
You cup his face with your other hand and wipe away the rogue tears that roll down his cheek. βI love you so much,β you say in a quiet, shaky voice, because thereβs nothing more perfect you can say in this moment, not when his body cages yours and you feel so utterly wanted. When his cock twitches eagerly inside you, you wonder why it took so long to do this together; it feels like you were both fighting inevitability.
He nuzzles against your hand and kisses your palm before he rolls his hips with a few shallow, exploratory strokes. You both moan, and your other hand leaves his cheek so you can grasp onto his shoulder to brace yourself.
Asmo bites his lip when he rocks into you again. βYou feelββ he breaks off with a groan, wincing when your walls squeeze around him. βYou feel so fucking good, I donβt think Iβm going to last.βΒ
Despite the pleasure gripping his senses, he feels the faintest ripple of embarrassment too. Heβs worried about disappointing you after finally getting to have you after all this time. The longing for you festered so deep within him that even touching someone that wasnβt you didnβt really satisfy him anymore. Heβs overcome by his desire for you even though he tried to ignore it, because he didnβt know if you wanted him, if you were ready for what he wanted to give you so badlyβ
But you breathe out his name and the unabashed lust in your eyes is unmistakable. Youβre panting lightly, wetting your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue and he tracks the movement greedily. βI just want you,β you say when you tighten your legs around his waist, urging him even deeper.Β
Thatβs all the invitation Asmo needs. He braces himself on his hands and starts to move inside you with slow, controlled thrusts. The heat of your walls wrapped around his cock and your soft, needy moans and whimpers overwhelm his senses, and itβs hard to maintain the gentle rocking of his hips against yours when he feels the tethers of his self-control start to snap.
He puts more power into his movements, answering your whimpered pleas for him to fuck you, to give it to you harder and faster. Youβre not commanding him, but you donβt have to; he obeys willingly with the rough snap of his hips as he fucks you into his mattress. He growls approvingly when you toss your head back in submission and pleasure, whining and choking on the moans he drags out of you with every push and pull of his cock claiming you from the inside-out.
The bed frame creaks from the force of his thrusts and the headboard bangs against the wall, but Asmo doesn't care, not when it feels like youβre both teetering on the edge of an abyss and heβs so close to falling. Heβs determined to drag you down with him.
βTouch yourself,β he whispers in a rough voice when he feels his orgasm approaching.Β βI want you to come with me.β He doesnβt remember the last time he felt so desperate, but you reach between your bodies and start stroking your clit in time with his powerful thrusts. Your body clenches around him almost immediately and your back arches, and his cock is suddenly enveloped with even more slickness when you come for him a second time, his name falling from your lips in a broken cry.
He canβt possibly last after that and he doesnβt want to, and your pleasure rips the orgasm from him and he cries out when he spills inside you, marking you as his in a way no one else possibly can. His hips stutter as his thrusts become sloppy and shallow, and the desperate haze clears from his mind when satisfied exhaustion takes its place.
You both groan when his softening cock finally slips from your body. He collapses at your side to avoid crushing you with his weight, and he pulls you against him. Youβre both hot and sticky and the air smells like musk from sweat and sex. Asmo knows thereβs a wet spot drying on his sheets where your slick and his come pooled between your thighs.
He knows youβre both exhausted, but he hasnβt felt this content in weeks.
You nuzzle into his shoulder and sigh, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. Youβre still trembling slightly, but you melt into his embrace and it makes his throat thicken with emotion.Β
βI think we need another bath,β you murmur sleepily. Your lips tickle where they graze his skin and he smiles.
βLater,β he promises and he wraps his arms around you. βStay with me tonight,β he whispers.
Stay with me forever, he thinks and doesnβt say out loud. But when you nod and cuddle even closer to him before sleep claims you, Asmo believes he didnβt have to.
Summary: mammon canβt help but notice that you refuse to talk about his pact mark, and heβs determined to find out why
CW: hurt/comfort, angst, violence (reader gets attacked by demons), mutual pining, self deprecating thoughts, arguing/yelling, angsty! Mammon, love confessions, misunderstandings
i definitely did not write all of this at 3am. nope. idk i had this image in my head of soft! Mammon tracing your pact mark and telling you he loves you so here it is lol. i got super carried away and ended up making this super long too oops
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The best kept secret in the Devildom, aside from Satanβs pet cat, was your pact mark. Not just any pact markβno, it was the shimmering gold one that marked Greed. Right from the day you got it, you knew you should keep it hidden.Β
Always wearing clothes to strategically cover it, lying, deflecting and giving different answers every time someone would ask. Mammon watched all this, and said nothing. Sure, it was a little funny, but it also made him wonder.Β
Did you hate him? Was the mark of greed as awful as he always thought it was? Was his touch so ugly and toxic that you didnβt want anyone to know about it?Β
Maybe his brothers were right. Maybe there was something wrong with him. You were so open about your pacts with his brothers, gladly showing them the swirling coloured patterns that marked your body. You showed them off unashamedly, proudly displaying the marks as part of yourself.Β
It made him jealous, really. You were his human. You were his first. His pact was your firstβso why did you hate it so much? He always pegged envy as Leviathanβs emotion, but the more he watched, the more he realized his turmoil was enough to rival the otaku himself.Β
You first notice Mammon withdrawing after you show a demon in class your pact mark with Beel. An orange sigil just above your belly button that you displayed proudly with crop tops and bathing suits. You could feel Mammonβs eyes on you the whole time, watching you as you explained the beauty behind the mark.Β
βItβs not just cause heβs the Avatar of Gluttony,β you explain, fingers tracing the orange outline. βBut it also relies on emotions. In this case, the comfort he brings me is like having a full stomach. It sits right at my core because heβs my support.β
You swear you see blue eyes roll to your left, but you shrug it off. Heβs probably just upset because Lucifer confiscated Goldie again. Still, you canβt help but think heβs jealous of the way youβre talking about Beel.Β
When you walk home later that day, Mammon is short with you. He barely acknowledges you or responds to anything you say, instead he slumps his shoulders and shrugs you off.Β
βMammon, is everything okay? You seemβ¦upset,β you note.Β
βThe Great Mammon? Upset?β He tsks, βmaybe your time in the Devildom has made you dumber, y/n.βΒ
βI was just checking on youβ¦β
You donβt wait for him to say anything else and instead throw open the front door and stomp to your room in silence. If he wants to be a jerk, youβll let him be a jerk.Β
You practically throw your backpack across the room and slump on your bed. One of your pact marks aches and the thought makes you cringe. Of course itβs that one.Β
Ever since you got it, youβve tried so hard to keep it hidden. Not even telling Mammon himself where it is. I mean, if he knew, what would he even say? You could almost hear his voice in your head telling you that youβre delusional to think you could ever be with him, dismissing your feelings and breaking your heart.Β
You get up and sit in front of the mirror, pulling off your shirt so that you can examine your skin. There, sitting above your heart, is the golden mark of Greed. You trace it lightly. Itβs always been your favorite, the colour and the design by far the prettiest. You just wish it wasnβt where it was.Β
When you first got the mark, when you felt it sear itself into your skin, you knew what it meant. It was a visual representation of the butterflies in your stomach and the clenching in your heart every time you saw the Avatar of Greed.Β
Still, you found yourself flipping through the pages of Satanβs personal collection. You honestly hoped it was just random, a weird coincidence or a mistakeβbut the books said otherwise. They confirmed your fear.Β
When the others started to make pacts with you, you worried the same thing would happen. That they would show up in the same place or worse. You can still remember the immense relief you felt when you made your pact with Levi and have the mark show up on your thigh.Β
Levi was so excited to ask about his mark and when you let him touch it? He almost exploded. That was the first time Mammon asked you about his mark, and it was the first time you lied to him.Β
You groan in frustration and pull your shirt back on, trying to blink away the image of his branding. A part of you always wanted to tell him, to show him and have him touch it. But the other part couldnβt get it out of your head that youβre just a burden to him. Youβre his responsibility and thatβs the only reason he hangs around you.Β
You only wish things could be simpler.Β
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Mammon slams the door to his room and sinks down against it. He tugs on his white hair so hard it hurts, but the pain isnβt enough to wash away the frustration bubbling in his chest.Β
Why did he have to be so mean to you?
Maybe if he was nicer you wouldnβt hate him or his pact mark. Maybe if he was nicer to you he might actually have a chance of being with you.Β
The sound of his voice rings in his ears, echoing off his skull. He hates it. He hates how mean he was to you, and the guilt eats him up.Β
Finally, it becomes too much and he forces himself to his feet. He should apologize to you. Because Lucifer would kill him if he knew how mean he was beingβ¦not for any other reason.Β
You open the door to see him standing in front of you, fidgeting with his hands. βWhatβs up?βΒ
βIβLucifer would be mad at me if I didnβt apologize to you,β he says, eyes focused on his shoes. ββN I donβt wanna be strung up tonight so Iβm sorry human.β
βItβs fine. Justβwhy were you so upset earlier, anyways?β
He shrugs his shoulders, still avoiding eye contact with you. How can he tell you that heβs jealous and angry that you donβt want to show off your pact mark? Itβll make him sound like a little kid.Β
βMammon, come on. Itβs just me.β
He sighs, βnot that I care but I donβt get why you hate my pact so much.β
You freeze, your blood like ice in your veins. All this time youβd been withdrawing from him, you knew he noticed but because he never said anything, it was easy to ignore. Not anymore.Β
βI-I donβt hate it.β
βThen why do you never show anyone?β
βItβs just,β you shrug, βin a weird spot. I donβt knowβI donβt hate it. I just donβt want to show it off.β
βBecause itβs ugly, right?β
βMammonββ
βWhy would anyone want to be marked by Greed?β
βMammonβ!β
βImma dirty scumbag anyway. Making a pact with you was the most selfish thing I ever did. Tying you to me for life, why would you ever want that?β
βMammon, Jesus. Just listen to me!β
The demon stops his self deprecating rant, staring at you expectantly. He doesnβt know what youβre about to say, but all he can hope is for you to tell him thatβs itβs not true. That itβs not ugly, that you want to be tied to him.Β
Your words fail you. You interrupt his rant and suddenly your mouth goes dry under the gaze of his blue eyes and your words all fall away. Your heart beats a mile a minute, drawing more of your focus to the pact mark that connects the two of you.
You stare at each other for a minute, and then Mammon turns on his heel and storms out of the room.
It takes you a minute to process what just happened, and another minute for you to follow him. By the time you make it to the staircase, heβs already slamming the front door shut behind him.Β
Everything is moving so fast. The illusion that you were protecting yourself from Mammon hating you has shatteredβreplaced by the realization that youβve been hurting him this whole time. You canβt think of anything except for how to make this right.Β
Without thinking about it, you follow him out of the door and into the streets of the Devildom. Itβs dark out and you have to squint to see the familiar white hair receding into the distance. You pick up the pace, wanting to catch him before he disappears.Β
Youβve never been outside alone before. Itβs too dangerous, they always said. But thatβs the furthest thing from your mind right now. All you want is to make things with him better.Β
βMammon!β You call, heading up the hill behind him.Β
When you get to the top, the demon is no longer in sight. You spin around to see if he doubled back to the house, only to realize itβs no longer in sight either. The horrible realization that youβre lost starts to set in and you find yourself reaching into your pocket for your DDDβonly to remember you left it in your backpack.Β
Thereβs a hissing noise nearby and youβre suddenly acutely aware of how vulnerable you are here. Without thinking, you start to run back the way you think you came. You hear two pairs of footsteps behind you, theyβre gaining on you. Whatever is chasing you, itβs going to catch you.Β
A clawed hand takes your back and hot pain erupts within you. You fall to your knees and scream, warm blood trickling down your back.Β
You try to get back up but youβre shaking so badly that your knees refuse to cooperate. Thereβs two demons behind you, only vaguely humanoid with glowing eyes and flickering tongues. Theyβre speaking, but not in any language you understand.Β
They circle around you, taking some sort of sick amusement in watching their prey cower. One of them lashes out at your chest, three claws slicing the front of your shirt and causing blood to pool down your chest and stomach.Β
You reach up to clutch the wounds, your fingertips brushing against the golden pact mark. Iβll never get to tell him how I feel, you realize.Β
βIβm sorry, Mammon,β you murmur, tracing your pact mark one last time.Β
A jolt of energy rushes through you followed by intense golden light in front of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting until it dims to open them again. When theyβre open, you see Mammon in demon form, standing between you and your attackers.Β
All it takes is a flick of his hand before they erupt into dust. You knew he was powerful, but seeing him in action only confirmed the fact.Β
βMammon..?β
He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands frantic as they search you for injury. His fingertips fall on your open shirt and clawed chest. βYouβre hurtβ¦β
βIβm sorry, Mammon,β you mumble.Β
βI know.β He says, βletβs just get you home, okay?β
He scoops you up in his arms effortlessly, holding you close to him. Youβre sure your blood is dripping all over him and wrecking his new shoes, but youβre too disoriented to care.Β
Mammon sets you down on the counter in the bathroom, βmove your hand, alright? I gotta make sure youβre not gonna die.βΒ
Without thinking about it, you move your blood coated hand off of the pact mark. Mammon slowly peels off your shredded shirt, his eyes going wide when he sees what your hand was covering.Β
Somewhat hidden by the blood and fabric yet unmistakable, is a golden mark. Not just any golden markβhis golden mark. His pact mark and its above your heart?Β
His hands shake as they brush the outline of it. βMyβmy pact mark is on your heart?β
You bite your lip and nod slowly, looking anywhere but at him.Β
Mammon is in complete disbelief. This whole time he thought his feelings were one sided, that you hated him and hated his pact even more. But to find out that itβs on your heart of all placesβright as he almost lost you? Heβs almost entirely overwhelmed by his feelings.Β
His hands shake the whole time he bandages and disinfects you, his mind only set on the branding above your chest. When heβs done fixing you up, he canβt stop staring at it.Β
βYou got lucky that the Great Mammon was here to protect you today,β he tries to play it off.Β
βI-it was only cause I summoned you with the pact.β
The mention of the pact makes his head spin again. His mouth is suddenly dry and his hands sweaty.Β
βMammon,β you mumble, still unable to look at him, βplease say something.β
His voice is low. βDo you know what it means when a pact mark forms over your heart?β
You shake your head, butterflies erupting in your stomach.Β
He reaches out to trace the swirling lines of the mark, his touch featherlight. βIt means Iβll always be there for you, y/n.β
His tone is serious, unlike anything youβve heard from him before. You donβt dare move or interrupt him, wanting to hear what the demon has to say.Β
βIt means that Iβll never let anyone hurt you,β he mumbles. βThat Iβll take care of you no matter what. It means that you own me. It means that Iββ he swallows hard, looking at the floor. βI love you, y/n. Now and forever.β
You flinch at his words. Theyβre all you wanted to hear and yet hearing them has awakened something inside of you.Β
Your eyes finally meet his. βYouβyou really mean it?β
βI love you,β he gently kisses the centre of his mark on your body. βI love you.β
βMammon,β you say, βI love you.β
Mammon might burst at your words. He reaches up to cup your face, planting a needy kiss on your lips. His touch is desperate, needy, way overdue. You melt into him, his taste so familiar and comforting that you donβt need to think twice about it.Β
Mammon smiles against you. If you had asked him a week ago, he would say that his pact with you was the most selfish thing heβs ever done. Looking at you now, though, he sees it as a sigil of his love for you, and what could be more selfless than that?
Could u make a list of Jonah's fun facts n trivia please?
I'll certainly do my best! I probably forgot A LOT of these since my memory is limited and I missed out on a lot of events, so if you guys have anything more to add, please do!!! Also, I have no idea what counts as a fun fact/trivia, so...here goes.
SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT
His name meansΒ βdove,β and itβs of Hebrew origin.
It originated from that guy in the Bible who got eaten by a whale bc he disobeyed God.
He loves sweets, especially strawberry mille-feuille.
Also, a mille-feuille without strawberries is about as good as a lump of coal.
He has a pet hamster named Pine.
She has light brown-colored fur and fits in the palm of a hand.
I remember seeing this debate about Pineβs gender, since I think one of the English translations usedΒ βheβ for Pine and another one usedΒ βshe.β
However, in Edgarβs route release campaign mini scenes, Jonah complained that Edgar always played with his precious daughter, and it turned out he was referring to Pine, so Iβm pretty sure that Pine is female.
(and yes he referred to his hamster as his daughter iβm melting)
He has a group of secret admirers calledΒ βThe Heart Defenders.β
Their motto is:Β βrevere the pure and noble Queen Jonah and live by his example.β
Heβs a brocon.
He owns a pair of magic handcuffs.
He doesnβt believe in apologizing, because heβll always do the right thing no matter what.
He wears a cologne thatβs more on the sweeter side.
He has never slept outside in the open or made a campfire before.
He used to be bullied when he was young.
He canβt do laundry.
Heβs an awful liar.
Heβs pretty much always surrounded by doting soldiers.He doesnβt get fat easily.He has enough mastery with a sword to be able to control the damage that he does carefully.He hates junk food.He seems to be pretty good at chess.
He has the voice of an angel.
He can play the guitar.
He doesnβt like little kids.
Heβs surprisingly strong.
He has long eyelashes.
His go-to order at cafes is mille-feuille with Assam tea.
He has good alcohol tolerance; he rarely gets drunk.
He couldnβt play when he was young because heβs the Clemence heir.
His letters to Luka are always at least 10 pages.
He used to sneak into Lukaβs room to have sleepovers when thereβs a large party bc their parents are usually kept busy.
He used to wear matching pajamas with Luka.
He doesnβt believe in ghosts.
He trains his soldiers strictly.
Heβs scared of wild animals.
Heβs a very efficient worker.
He has his own special teacup bc he believes that an ugly teacup will make the tea worse.
He doesnβt like to have disinfectant on his wounds because heβs afraid of the numbing sensation.
He developed his own special way to eat mille-feuille.
He believes that the appearance of food is just as important as how it tastes.
Keeping this under cut because this will also contain JP spoilers.
As a child, Jonah was made to learn numerous instruments. An instrument that he played in an event is the guitar.
In one collection story, Jonah was described to have cat-like behavior because of how clingy he is to Alice. He hated the comparison due to how it may affect the soldiersβ views on him.
When they were children, Jonah and Luka would sneak out to go to the Lake of Tears and see the shooting stars. Luka would also push the both of them into the lake, getting them drenched.Β
During the development stage of the Ikerev characters, Jonah has no prototype design before his final one. (aka, he was perfect from the start LMAO)
Thereβs a possibility that Jonahβs mom is no longer there. In Jonahβs Ever After route, thereβs no sign of his mother, only his father, and even his mom never made an appearance in his birthday events, only his relatives.Β
Speaking of relatives, Jonah has a hard time going against them in general. The only times heβll go against them is if it concerns his relationship with Alice (as seen in his Ever After, heβs willing to lose the honor of being the Queen of Hearts to be with Alice).
Jonah is very strict with his soldiers, so much so that in one event story (I believe itβs still in JP? Iβm not sure anymore), Alice got insecure about her own imperfections and talked to Luka and Seth about it.Β
Jonah is easily jealous over anyone spending more time with Alice than him spending time with her. This has been seen in two events, namely his first birthday event and the first Valentines event.Β
Jonah is strict about Edgarβs and Lancelotβs consumption of candy.Β
Jonah expresses in an event that he wishes to visit London to know how Aliceβs world is like and learn how she became the person she is now.
In one collection story, Jonah didnβt sleep with Alice because he was insecure about Alice getting tired of him.Β
Alright I figured that after my last post, I would post something positive, because we all need it during this coronavirus mess
If you're reading this, you are AMAZING!! You are BEAUTIFUL!! You DESERVE GOOD THINGS!! You are STRONG!! You WILL get through this!! This situation WILL get better!! We WILL find a way to at least help people fight of the disease and maybe we'll even have a vaccine!! If you're finding it hard to cope, or you need to vent, please don't hesitate to contact me. My DMs are always open to anyone who wants to talk about anything, not just the current situation. I might not be able to help, but I will ALWAYS listen!!
In case you need them, here are the NHS (UK) guidelines and the CDC (US) guidelines on the situation :)
If you need cheering up, here's a cute dog!!
Look how happy he is!! Such a good boy!!
Or maybe you're a cat person?
He',,s so sm a l,,l I,,, πππππππ
Or maybe you like birds?
I'm literally in love I want one pls
(this is a joke, please do research before getting any pet)
Anyway, I hope everyone's okay and this has helped you cheer up at least a little bit. Like I said, my DMs are always open if anyone wants to talk, whether that be you wanna vent about something, or you just want some company, or anything, really. And don't feel the need to make small talk with me first, I honestly prefer it when people are weird right off the bat.
I'll stop rambling now, have a wonderful day/evening/night, and remember that you've got this!!
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