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Mammon is the type of boyfriend who…feels things very strongly so when he fall in love with you he falls HARD.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend to watch every little thing you do. Even in a crowded room all he sees is you.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend who loves making you laugh. Even if it’s because he did something stupid, seeing your smile and the way your whole face lights up makes it worth it!!!

Mammon is the type of boyfriend that can be possessive and protective. Definitely the type to walk up and ask “hey treasure, who’s this?” when he sees you talking to someone he doesn’t know.

Mammon is a very touchy boyfriend. Especially in public, holding hands, or a hand around your waist, even a hand on your ass when he’s feelings extra possessive.

Mammon is the type of boyfriend that tells you to embrace your dark side and flaws rather than trying to “fix” you. You’re already perfect in his eyes.

don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

lucifer // mammon (you are here) // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader

mammon, who falls for you slowly, then all at once. whose taunts and general disregard for your safety lessen after he forms a pact with you. suddenly he's finding excuses to linger in your doorway, to join conversations you're having with beel or levi just to make sure you're not getting too friendly with them. he's greedy with you. watching his brothers mingle with you sparks a strange sense of protectiveness in him he doesn't bother to hide.

mammon, who naturally gravitates towards you. he understands the need for alone time, but more often than not his free days are spent by your side. he still loves the casinos and the parties, but nowadays he's trying to convince you to join or not going at all. poker's not as fun when you're not by his side, breathing onto his neck as you strain to get a peek at his cards. clubs are only worth going to when you'll join him on the dancefloor, hips swaying against his to the music. it's hot. he's addicted and he doesn't even feel guilty.

mammon, who doesn't even realize he's been ignoring his usual friends with benefits arrangements. the people in his phone have been sending their usual late night texts, and he swipes them away on instinct. his eyes glaze over as he scrolls through naughty photos in his messages. what was once enticing now simply seems dull, and he doesn't know why-- or, at least, he won't admit it to himself. he'll head out occasionally to meet a succubus he knows, but the encounters seem less fulfilling nowadays.

mammon, who fucks his fist to the thought of you. sweat drips down his face as his movements grow desperate, pausing to spit into his hand just so he can get lost in the idea of his palm being your hot, tight little hole clenching around his cock. his panting is loud, aimless calls of your name echoing through his room. his hips buck steadily into his clenched fist. all he can think about it what it would feel like to have you under him, bent over the hood of his car, your moans like music to his ears as he fucks you until you can't speak. he imagines the way you'll gasp as he slips inside of you, your whines when he slows his pace to a crawl to feel his cock drag against your walls, the way you'll cry out in pleasure when he slams back into you and fucks you as feverishly as he wants. cum spills all over his fingers and stomach, painting his hot skin white when he finally reaches climax, shaking a little in desperation as he realizes how badly he's craving you.

mammon, who can't get off to the thought of anyone else. every explicit video, homemade or otherwise, is just a cheap imitation of you. he's not above searching for videos with performers that look like you, that do the things he wants to do to you or vice versa. he hangs out in your room on a regular basis only to retreat back to his den hard and aching against his jeans. he satisfies himself night after night with toys and his hands until, finally, the pieces fall into place and you end up underneath him during a movie. he feels dizzy as he slides into you, your soft noises making the moment feel ethereal in the low light. his couch squeaks a little as he thrusts into you, but he can't bring himself to notice anything outside of the way your lips fall open, the way your body squirms under him, the way he will never be able to get off without thinking of this moment again.

I headcannon that devildom days are actually equivalent to two human world days so when MC gets there they just end up passing out randomly in the middle of the day till they eventually figure it out

Like you’ll be just casually playing on your phone in the living room when you start to get tired. You think it’s odd since technically it’s only midday. Until a few hours later your so tired you can barely get up so you just fall asleep.

Especially when it’s early in your stay into the devildom and it’s probably not safe to just fall asleep wherever you are in the middle of the day.

So you decide it’s just gonna be a scheduled nap time, so you have energy for the rest of the day.

I think the brothers would only figure out that you fall asleep in the middle of the day when they drag you with them somewhere.

Like if Mammon and Asmo decide to go to the mall after RAD. You know it’s during nap time but you go anyway. Until three hours later you’re so tired you can see it in your face. Mammon notices something’s wrong and asks you about it. You of course say you’re tired and that is usually nap time for you. Then something just clicks.

Mammons spent a lot of time in the human word, he knows how it’s different from his home. He knows human days are half as long as devildom days.

He obviously cuts the trip short and brings you back home, knowing Lucifer will chew him out if he kept you out any longer like that.

From that point on he let you sleep in his room so that your sleep schedule doesn’t get too messed up. Especially since you can’t just constantly stay up for two days straight. Of course he’d also let you sleep in your room if you wanted. And he would make sure to keep his brothers away (though he’s gonna deny it. The great mammon doesn’t care for humans! But he cares for this one)

Eventually the rest of the brothers find out once you start getting closer. Although he won’t admit it Lucifer is a little ashamed he forgot that humans need more sleep. Mostly since Solomon, aka the only other human, is already used to devildom days and can stay up for long periods of time.

Eventually you just start sneaking into their rooms when they’re gone and you need your midday nap. They probably don’t even notice you’re going into their rooms until one of them catches you asleep.

Don’t even get me started about Belphie😭 he would eat that up.

After you get close he’s definitely going to sleep with you. He would probably be a jerk about it too. Though don’t threaten him by saying you won’t nap with him, he will throw a fit till he gets what he wants.

Though with Belphie you’ll probably end up sleeping longer than intended. What would normally be a 6 hour nap to get you through the rest of the day could easily turn into 14 hours with Belphie.

Maybe it’s not entirely his fault though, his bed is the most comfortable (both the attic one and the one in his room) and he does naturally keep nightmares away.

Your pretty baby. Your beautiful demon. Your lovely white-haired, money-gambling idiot. Your first man. He’s so cute that it makes you just wanna reach out and grab his cheeks and—

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for?”

You blink out of your trance. Mammon looks suspicious, with furrowed brows and a tiny pout on his lips. You smile. “I was just thinking about how pretty you look,” you say, and Mammon’s cheeks instantly turn bright red. He covers the lower half of his face with his hands while his eyes dart around the room.

“Why you gotta be so blunt about it?” He murmurs, embarrassed by his own body's reaction. It’s never betrayed him as much as it does when he’s with you. It reacts so easily to your adoration, your touch, your attention. Mammon knows he's pretty. Yet it's so different when you say it, voice laced with such fondness that it makes his heart beat so loud, he's afraid you might hear it.

You get up from where you’re sitting by your desk to where he’s sitting on your bed, his back propped against the headboard. His lap looks so spacey, so comfortable. Surely he wouldn't mind if you were to sit there, right?

You plop down, easily making yourself comfortable. “H-hey!” Mammon stutters, and you grin up at him while settling against him, bodies easily fitting together as you straddle him and wrap your arms around his torso. “You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” you ask, perhaps a little too late, and Mammon sighs but wraps his arms around you nevertheless, somehow pulling you closer.

“I guess it’s fine, but it’s not free, ya know,” Mammon says, and you raise a brow while a little grin forms on your lips. Mammon grins back, and his eyes flicker to your lips for a second. “I take credit or cash,” he states, and you roll your eyes. “I guess I’ll just go find a free seat instead then,” you say, and you begin to untangle your limbs from Mammons, pretending to get out of his lap. “I don’t think Levi charges anything,” you tease, and Mammon gasps in dismay as he pulls you closer, not letting you get away. You giggle as Mammon furrows his brows. “You can’t joke about that kind of thing!” he whines, and you reach up to flick his forehead lightly. “Then don’t be an idiot,” you say, and Mammon uses one hand to rub his forehead while the other is still tightly wrapped around your waist.

“Auch,” he complains, and you coo. "Oh, my little demon, I’m sorry,” you say, and Mammon glares at you. “Want me to kiss it better?” you ask, and the glare melts as you cup his face with your hands and bring his forehead to your lips. You feel the demon underneath you somehow melt even further into you as he rests his head in the crook of your neck while you run your fingers through his white hair.

“You don’t mean any of that, right?” Mammon asks after a couple of minutes of silence. You feel his breath against your collarbone, and he presses a light kiss to your skin. “Hm?” you ask, and he gives you another kiss before pulling back to look at you. You move your hands to settle on his shoulders. “You’re not gonna leave me, right?” he asks, and you feel your heart swell as he pouts slightly, a light blush still grazing his cheeks. You press a quick kiss to his lips. “Oh, Mams, you sweet, sweet idiot,” you say, and give him another quick kiss. “I promise you’re never getting rid of me,” you say, and Mammon's grip on your waist slightly tightens, as if he's making sure you're still there.

"Good," he says, and you run your hands up and down his shoulders. Mammon grins and shamelessly lets his eyes roam, taking in every detail of your smile, your nose, your eyes. 

"You're pretty too," he says eventually and you smile and rest your head on his chest. "Thank you, Mams," you say and listen to the sound of his heart beating. You suppose it would be calming if it didn't sound like it was on its way out of his chest. 

"Why is your heart beating so fast?" 

"Ahhh, uhhmm, no reason it just does that sometimes." 

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“Whatcha doing?”

“I’m hiding,”

...

“Can I join?”

It looks comical, the way Mammon tries to fit inside your closet as well. There’s barely room for him, but somehow he manages to squeeze his long limbs into the small space. Once he’s sat, he turns his head slightly to look at you.

“Who are we hiding from?”

His blue eyes practically light up the place, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Tentatively you inch a little closer and he opens his legs so you can slot between them, your back against his chest. You lean into the embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you. You can feel the beating of his heart next to your ear.

“I don’t know,” you mutter. You watch the wall of the closet, eyes trailing the curves and patterns of the wood. “Everyone,” you say.

Mammon hums. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair. You grab a hand from your waist, deciding to play with his fingers instead. In difference from his usual white, they’re painted the colour of your eyes. Yours matches with a mix of blue and yellow. All stolen from Asmo of course.

(He let you steal them. Mammon was not very discreet. You had to make up for it with a spa day the next weekend.)

Slowly you interwine your fingers with Mammon’s, leaning back to rest your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

“Were ya hiding from me too?”

...

“No, I would never hide from you.”

The Avatar of Greed

You had gotten used to Mammon’s tsundere ways. How he’d blush when you told him you loved him or how he’d stutter out a snide but weak remark when you took his hand in yours. 

You loved him. The way his eyes lit up at something he found interesting or how he’d ruffle his hair when he felt more relaxed. You loved every part of him and you made sure to show him everyday.

However, it wasn’t often Mammon would return the same words. You knew he felt the same but for some reason he kept himself from showing it. It was a bit lonely when you’d tell Mammon you loved him and he’d dismiss it with a thoughtless reply. It was sometimes so lonely that you wondered if you were wrong about his feelings for you.

Only you weren’t wrong. And Mammon loved you. He loved you so much it terrified him.

You didn’t know this, but the reason Mammon pushed you away was because he was scared. So scared of loving you.

That glowing and happy feeling in his heart was one he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had almost forgotten how it had felt to feel so joyful and full of love. It was like flying through the sky for the first time and having your breath taken away. It was like the sun in the Celestial Realm that refused to set but continued to emanate light and warmth.

Mammon couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so happy before he realized he was falling for you. Which was exactly why he was so terrified.

It had been so long since he had felt this strange warmth and he wanted to hold onto it forever. But he hadn’t forgotten. He hadn’t forgotten what it had been like to lose it. 

When he had fallen from heaven all those years ago and had learned of his younger sister’s death, Mammon had learned just how painful a heartbreak could be. It had been as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and left it to bleed. 

He had experienced it for himself, what it was like to lose your source of happiness. And now that he found a new joy, one that was even brighter and more precious than the Celestial Realm, how could Mammon afford to let himself hold onto it? How could he dare to touch what was so pure and beautiful when he didn’t even deserve it?

He didn’t deserve you. He was a scumbag. A failure of a brother who had failed to protect his family and had let his older brother bear the burden of their sister’s fate.

How could he deserve you when he was such a damned failure? How could you look at him without thinking how utterly worthless he was?

If he were you, he wouldn’t spare a single minute with himself.

And yet you always stood by him.

No matter how he tried to keep you from loving him, you’d always prove him wrong.

It scared him. He was afraid that you’d leave him so suddenly or that he’d fail to protect you just like how he had failed to protect Lilith.

Because whether or not he realized it, Mammon had learned to lean on you. Had gotten used to you being there for him when he needed you most. You had become his light and he was addicted to you like a moth to a flame. And Mammon couldn’t help himself from drawing closer despite the risk of being burned.

Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, was supposed to have no fears except from the usual witches. But with you in his life, Mammon never felt so terrified.

He loved you.

But he wished he didn’t.

Because he knew…that if he stayed with you, if he opened himself up to you, he knew that he’d wake up one day lying next to you. Your frail old body cold against his warm immortal one.

And then he would have really lost true happiness.

gn!reader, sfw, fluff, petnames (sweetheart, treasure)

Mammon watches you from the bar in the stuffy nightclub you’ve found yourselves in. He’s surprised you agreed to go. When Asmodeus initially proposed the idea (begged, with a pout on his lips and a pink glint in his eyes. “Please, sweetheart, it won’t be fun without you! Please, please, please–“) Mammon thought for sure that you were going to say no. He was already preparing to swoop in, say something about a private movie night, and steal you away to his room.

Instead, you’re here. The outfit Asmo picked out for you compliments your body perfectly. You look beautiful, but more so you look comfortable as well. Body effortlessly swaying to the music, a relaxed smile on your lips as Asmo puts his hands on your hips and pulls you close.

It’s all friendly. At least that’s what you think. But Mammon sees the glint in his brother’s eye, the subtle smile on his lips.

Of course, Mammon had to come too. How could he leave you here? He’s already spotted several demons looking at you for a little too long. He isn’t sure if they’re into you, or if they want to eat you. It’s probably both. But none of it matters. Mammon has already glared holes into their faces. None of them would dare touch you.

Besides that, you’re dancing with the Avatar of Lust. The demon might seem all sugar and body lotion, but no one would dare steal Asmo’s prey from him.

Yes, the real enemy here is Asmodeus. Sweet, lovely Asmo who definitely looks like he wants to devour you whole. Mammon loves his brother more than anything, but the yellow monster in the pit of his stomach is becoming increasingly harder to ignore.

Asmo leans down, whispering something in your ear. You gasp slightly, mouth falling agape, clearing feeling flustered.

Yeah, that’s enough.

Mammon walks away from the bar, making a beeline for you. Within seconds, he’s in front of you, pushing Asmo out of the way. The younger demon pouts, but nevertheless he gives your hand a kiss before slipping away to some other corner of the club. Presumably to find a succubus or incubi to spend the night with. (Or maybe both?)

You’re all smiles as you wrap your arms around Mammon’s neck, pulling him into you. Big hands settle on your hips as you nuzzle your nose into his neck, breathing in his cologne. “Hi, Mams,” you mutter.

It’s quiet, barely audible over the loud music blasting in the speakers, but Mammon hears it. He always hears you. Lips press against his skin, and Mammon feels a shudder run down his spine, his ears growing red.

“Hey, treasure,” he says, fondness laced into every word. “You havin’ fun?”

You hum, pulling him closer. It should be awkward, the way you’re embracing in the middle of the dance floor. Sweaty bodies everywhere, several pairs of demons shamelessly making out, fangs and forked tongues clashing against each other, but Mammon doesn’t take note of any of it, except from your warm body pressed against his. At this moment, he wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.

If home is where the heart is, then Mammon’s home is right here in this nightclub, with sticky floors and sweat in the air all included.

Mammon kisses the crown of your head, breathing in your smell. Shampoo, human, and so very you. It’s intoxicating.

“Are ya ready to go home?” he asks, and you nod.

“Yes, please,” you reply, voice groggy with sleep as you detach yourself from his neck and smile up at him.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Mammon thinks his heart almost stops. He swears you’re going to be the death of him one day.

“Yeah, s– sure. Just don’t go hoggin’ all the blankets, okay!”

“Whatcha doing?”

“I’m hiding,”

...

“Can I join?”

It looks comical, the way Mammon tries to fit inside your closet as well. There’s barely room for him, but somehow he manages to squeeze his long limbs into the small space. Once he’s sat, he turns his head slightly to look at you.

“Who are we hiding from?”

His blue eyes practically light up the place, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Tentatively you inch a little closer and he opens his legs so you can slot between them, your back against his chest. You lean into the embrace, letting him wrap his arms around you. You can feel the beating of his heart next to your ear.

“I don’t know,” you mutter. You watch the wall of the closet, eyes trailing the curves and patterns of the wood. “Everyone,” you say.

Mammon hums. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair. You grab a hand from your waist, deciding to play with his fingers instead. In difference from his usual white, they’re painted the colour of your eyes. Yours matches with a mix of blue and yellow. All stolen from Asmo of course.

(He let you steal them. Mammon was not very discreet. You had to make up for it with a spa day the next weekend.)

Slowly you interwine your fingers with Mammon’s, leaning back to rest your head on his chest and closing your eyes.

“Were ya hiding from me too?”

...

“No, I would never hide from you.”

💛 Tsundere Mammon (headcannons) 💛 (1/4)

👥️Characters: Mammon x gn!reader

⚠️Warnings: Fluff, mention of lust and sin.

🔎These are some headcannons that I have about Mammon, mostly based on my own interpretation of how he is with us.

📝 Note: See Levi's here: Shy Leviathan (headcannons). See Satan's here: Rational Satan (headcannons). Ps: I don't think I'll do all brothers, though.

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Tsundere Mammon, who give us the cold shoulder at first, afraid of his own feelings first thing he saw us, trying to avoid falling in whatever trap this is, because our soul shines and he can tell he could easily be like a moth that flies to a bright light without a thought.

Tsundere Mammon, who mistrusts his own hunch about us because we are human, and humans have hurt him as much as humans hurt each other and themselves.

Tsundere Mammon, who is afraid of our first order once he's under our control by the pact, just to find out that we just want him to call us by our name and that we just want to be seen by him and to be his friend.

Tsundere Mammon, who quickly realizes that he can't avoid his fate, he is and will fall head over heels for us, and yet, he resists as much as he can.

Tsundere Mammon, who barges in any situation that makes him even the slightly jealous without a second thought and only after he acts, he realizes what he did, but still can't manage himself to accept why.

Tsundere Mammon, who everytime that he's faced with the question of what does he feel for us, he's quick to say the opposite to no avail, as everyone knows better than himself about his own feelings.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts to soften around us: suddenly, material things are not as important as it is to spend his time with us.

Tsundere Mammon, whose greed begins to focus on us, instead of material things.

Tsundere Mammon, who becomes our inseparable knight, our protector, and mostly, our best friend.

Tsundere Mammon, who we share laughters with until both our stomachs hurt.

Tsundere Mammon, who plans fun movie nights in his room; but when it's only the two of us, he starts to panic, thinking: "I-i-i-is this a d-d-date?".

Tsundere Mammon, who wonders if we were made for him, because he's sure our soul and his are linked somehow, and that he must have had to fall down from heaven to hell as part of his fate, just to meet us.

Tsundere Mammon, who craves the littlest and slightest drop of love and attention we can give him. Just a small praise, just a small touch, even if it's just us bumping against him by mistake.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts noticing every single thing about our routine and can't stop looking at us until he finds himself sighing fondly by our side.

Tsundere Mammon, who starts to acknowledge his feelings for us, secretly and yet bluntly, until he realizes he's willing to go to the underworld and back just for us.

Tsundere Mammon, who has found himself doing the right thing before pursuing his own benefit and his own interests because our influence starts to rub on him without noticing. He curses himself after he's left moneyless but secretly adores how proud he feels of himself; if we knew, we'd feel as proud of him, and that fills his heart of gold.

Tsundere Mammon, who slowly starts to relax around us about his feelings until he can honestly say he loves us infinitely, especially if we are alone together.

Tsundere Mammon, who simply can't believe we have chosen him over anyone else because we love him; if all his luck was being saved for this specific reason, then losing every bet was worth it.

Tsundere Mammon, who melts in our arms just by a little kiss.

Tsundere Mammon, who can't stop thinking about us in every single way, including lustful and sinful ways; and he's glad he's a demon, who doesn't have to fear about his own thoughts and desires.

Tsundere Mammon, who is willing to leave his life as a demon for us if we want to. Who is willing to stop living thousands of years in exchange of just a teeny tiny part of his lifespan if that means he can live it by our side.

Tsundere Mammon, who thinks on names he could give to our children together, and on how to get his stuff in order to start a family with us.

Tsundere Mammon, who plans both intimate and big gestures all the time for us, especially if we are dating him.

Tsundere Mammon, who acts like a perfect angel with us only, even if he acts like a scum or ruthless demon with anyone else.

Tsundere Mammon, who feels his life is complete and his heart is healed, once he has us in his arms, us fast asleep, both of us in his bed, after we finally admitted that we love him deeply and forever, including beyond death itself.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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✨️💛 Silly but sweet headcannon 💛✨️

Mammon is a sucker for physical touch.

Once, Mammon said on a chat that he didn't like clingy people. But all his brothers jumped back, saying that's exactly how he is. And we all know that's true...

So headcannon that:

He loves to be held, to be hugged, to be kissed, to be touched, to cuddle and snuggled like the bby he is.

We usually touch his hands a lot and spend our breaks walking around school from one class to another or to the cafeteria, holding hands. He usually barks back: "Hey, don't do that all the time", but he's actually gripping our hand tighter than before. He spits words that don't align with his behavior, as usual. He better know that we are making fun of him later.

He secretly adores that we look at him so fondly: we are at class, doing our assignment in pairs, and while he reads his book on Latin spells, we are just looking at him with a lot of admiration and love. He notices and starts to panic; blushing, he covers his face with his book, pretending to read more thoroughly; but he's actually trying to regain the lost coolness he had going on. Asmo observes from the other side of the room and thinks his brother is an idiot: "Such a gorgeous partner, and he can't even rejoice from their gaze without getting embarrassed. What an immature grown ass demon-man!".

And finally, he absolutely loves it when we cling to his arm. Whether it is because we are walking back home, on a date, watching a movie in his room, or when we are afraid, facing an imminent death threat. In those moments, that gives him strength and courage: "Treasure's scared, 'n Imma powerful demon. I must protect 'em"; but in fact, we usually protect him and his bros with little to no problems.

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do you think mammon seeks out his human if he’s feeling particularly down? maybe a comment really rubbed him wrong and then boom, you’re stuck in bed with him clung to you, head on your tummy while he talks about it? maybe lightly scratching his head to comfort him? i think about it often, too often.

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➛ put your head on my shoulder

a/n: moon nonnie i’m convinced you can read my mind because i think about comfort with mammon all the time and this in particular is just >>>

tags: 0.5k words, mammon x reader, comfort and fluff

on days like this, mammon tends to find his way to the one place he can feel comforted.

and it’s not the fall, where he can temporarily drown his insecurities in demonus and loud music, nor the casino where he ignores his anxiety with a game of poker.

no, he needs a long–lasting remedy which can easily enter his bloodstream and heal all of the bad things inside of him.

and the only place he can find such a thing is wherever you are.

he trudges through your doorway, closing it quietly behind him; knocking isn’t a norm, the great mammon enters as he pleases. but you notice something which isn’t the norm, and that’s mammon entering quietly instead of barging in with a “hey, where’s my human at?!”

“mammon,” you shove your textbooks to the side, making room for him on your mattress. “i haven’t seen you all day, where have you been?”

his head hangs low, and his shoulders droop in the same direction. concern covers your face and you pull him closer to you.

slumping against your body, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. the weight of his body pressing against you feels heavier today; he’s had a difficult day.

“come on,” you shuffle backwards, giving extra care to not losing contact with him or else he might break from the loss of your touch. moving towards the pillows, you lay flight while mammon collapses against your torso. his head buries itself deep into your tummy and his arms hug your hips like they’re the only solace he finds in this world. “is that better?”

nodding slightly, he snuggles further into your body and you lower your hand to him. his face is hidden even when you brush his messy bangs away from his face, and a long sigh escapes him — a whisper of how profoundly bad his day was.

“wanna talk about it?”

mammon remains still and silent for a few moments. the only sound filling the room are the gentle scratches of your nails running across his scalp and your synced breathing.

before long, he exhales into the quiet.

“no…not yet.”

your heart swells for him; very rarely do you see him like this and it makes you swear to destroy whatever it was that caused him to feel so disdained.

alas, you stay in place because the only thing you can do right now is comfort him.

“that’s okay,” you whisper. “we can stay like this for as long as you need.”

the discreet flex of his arms around you almost goes unnoticed, but you know it’s his acknowledgement — or thanks — for consoling him until his demons go away. you return his tightened hold with one of your own, imprisoning him in your protection, both physical and emotional.

and mammon feels it — your power seeping through his skin and finding home in every one of his cells. he feels your magic work like the sole spell for any and all of his ailments.

you never fail to make him feel better, be it on a good day or bad.

you’re his cure.

" 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐑-𝐈-𝐃-𝐈-𝐂-𝐔-𝐋-𝐎-𝐔-𝐒 "

: ✎. casual? no no, all the world deserves to know how much you adore that broke loser. wc ≈ 0.7K | Mammon x Masc!MC, fluff, MC has a bit of a male lean, inspiration, not proofread

"Did I mention that I'm in love with you?"

Smug bastard — that's what 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 describes the fastest player who ran up to the pedestal. Crystalline blue eyes watch as you grab the mic before the coach could utter a single word. Your cocky grin had set everyone's heart ablaze, cheerleaders chanting praises for you and your team's victory. The greedy demon scoffs, crossing his arms with a pout.

Even his brothers were more than thrilled, seeing as the "backup" or "replacement" became the all-star champion of this round. All demons were surprised that humans could perform with such skill; perhaps they have underestimated you too much? That just made the sweet taste of gold all the more satisfying.

Of course, Mammon was there to watch it all. Of course, he was there from the preliminary rounds held like a week ago or so, to that strike for the win: he was there to witness and frankly, cheer for you on. It was so unlike the Greatest Mammon to scream your name loud for everyone to hear - although there's absolutely nothing you can do.

Everyone was in on this. Every. Single. One. You "allegedly" managed to convince the entire cheer team to support you on this; not only that but you also got Diavolo's approval? It was a miracle how you managed to keep this secret. It was so well that others were even more appalled to witness the white-haired lovestruck idiot bawl his eyes out in speechless galore.

"You didn't know?" one asks, while others laugh at his supposed obliviousness. "Hadn't been obvious?" Mammon flushed red before dismissing the question. It was absolutely not.

How did he miss this when he was practically conjoined to you by the hip—the suave man gracing his presence in this sinful hell. What do you mean you met a guy who rocked your world that was ever enough? And that throwaway line of you saying that he got you on yours knees sealed the deal all in a perfect golden ribbon.

Confident. You'd walk around the court snapping your fingers, pointing your mic to the crowd. The melody was addicting, rhythms coursing through your veins as this match of Devildom Lacrosse turned into a special tribute to your treasure. An inspiration. You didn't mind if you looked kind of like an idiot: as if everyone wasn't screaming your name like avid fangirls. The flip of that hair, the way you lowered your voice for one specific line causing almost all of the crowd to swoon? impeccable.

And that not-so-subtle wink you gave Mammon before getting up to sing the chorus? A cherry on top.

Still, was it necessary to preform a whole ass song in the middle of the court Maybe not but with all of RAD chanting along to your words, it's-

"RIDICULOUS!"

Just-

"RIDICULOUS!"

Literally a charismatic idiot, though each minor mistake like accidentally missing a note or two flew right through Mammon's head. It's just. . . With the amount of times he told you that you're his, he wasn't expecting you to accept that. Sure you were both dating, but Mammon thought humans preferred a more casual approach.

You accepted it, and you did so wholeheartedly.

Until the second chorus of the song was Mammon's embarrassment fading away. Displaying to the whole Devildom that you're his? His one and only? Golden boy dropped the tsundere act and started being cocky about it. Partly to try and hide it though mostly it's just that. He may not say it out loud, but he likes it.

Mammon will be waiting once the song finishes. You promised, didn't you? Don't tease him anymore with that sweet grin, fuckin' heartthrob. With a final snap, you looked at the crowd, one final note to belt.

"And I would give my kingdom for just one kiss- Come on now!"

And you just had to blow him what he wanted. Mammon could hear the small 'pop!' of your lips before you dropped the mic to the ground. It takes him a long while to notice that you're running up to him, his glasses nearly dropping to the bleacher floors.

Prince charming, aren't ya? Might as well give him a real kiss this time.

2024 © dear-tortured-adam | dividers by cafekitsune

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

Want him to be pathetic sometimes...

Love and Deepspace as text posts pt 2/?

all my flaws

pairing. itoshi rin x gn!reader

genre. post-argument fluff | suggestive themes | established relationship | new boyfriend!rin 

content/warnings. 2k+ wc | characters are in their 20s ! | pro-athlete!rin | making out | narration heavy! | profanity | minimal proofread (me and my word vomit) | it’s like a new installment of this rin

in which: people say new relationships supposedly need a breakthrough fight to level up, but rin swears he would rather go through hell than do this again.

Your first fight as a couple freaked Rin out, even though he appeared stoic during the argument.

In the heat of the moment, Rin abruptly left your apartment, not uttering a word. Instead, he left you with a lingering glance filled with apathy—a look he'd never cast upon you before. His eyes turned void once again, when you were just getting used to it being bright and free.

What began as a simple disagreement, like any other couple's quarrel, escalated into rhetorical questions, accusing tones, and suddenly, it was him against you.

Silently, he rose from his seat, walked to the door, and vanished like a shadow that had never existed. To Rin, it felt like the right thing to do. You can't leave him if he does it first, he convinced himself. A twisted logic, fueled by emotions creeping from his past.

Yet apparently, his logic seems to be in total shambles when mixed and driven by emotions concerning you, because ten minutes later down the road, he wanted nothing more but to turn the car around.

Even so, in Rin’s true self-sabotaging fashion, he refrained. Because he’s awful, selfish, and couldn’t even fix insignificant arguments like a normal person would. Convinced of his own flaws, he believed you shouldn’t be with him— shouldn’t give him that chance after all.

The next thing he knew, the ten minutes he could’ve made to retreat back and apologize turned into 27 hours and 48 minutes of misery, spent in non-speaking terms with you.

It sucks. Everything sucks.

That night, he slept in his own bed. The next day, the in denial and emotionally constipated side of him made himself believe that the expensive yet seemingly useless mattress felt responsible for the raging tension in his shoulders and back. Of course it wasn't because of the absence of your messages or the unfamiliarity of his own bed. Of course, it’s the bed’s fault.

Life isn’t what it used to be. The sun didn't shine properly if it didn't come through the window of your room he spent the night in, his usual protein drink tasted like absolute shit because you didn’t make it for him, and not to mention the lack of cuddles before he gets up in the morning— it was bound to be the worst day of his life ever since you happened.

To make things even worse, he’s disassociating in practice, even missing a goal making everyone stop in their tracks. It was an unusual sight, Itoshi Rin doesn’t miss, after all. 

He was acting so gloomy that Bachira even pointed out how there’s a storm cloud looming over his head. A statement that earned a curt ‘fuck off, bobcut’ from the striker.

Meanwhile, Isagi took a more rational approach of expressing his concern toward his friend’s atypical behavior by taking out his phone and sending you a message.

Isagi: Did something happen between you and Rin? He's being tenfold more insufferable. [1:13 pm] Isagi: Please do something about this. - Chigiri [1:15 pm]

On the receiving end of these messages, you couldn't help but admit to yourself that you felt a peculiar sense of relief, knowing Rin was grappling with the same turmoil after he left.

You'd had your share of arguments before—petty disagreements that were easier to fix due to forced proximity. It was simpler when you were obligated to walk together on the way home from school; otherwise, he would stand in the same spot outside your classroom if you decided to be petty and ignore him. Annoyed but still caring, he insisted on confirming you got home safely, reasoning that your houses were next to each other.

Rin was still hard-headed, much like all these years. A testament to this was his silence over the past 24 hours.

Reading Isagi’s text messages once more, you let out a sigh and made up your mind – you will force him to fix things with you. You will express your displeasure at his abrupt departure, insist he not repeat it if he wants to do this right with you, and convey that it should always be the two of you against any problem.

It might be a blow to your pride to give in first, but it is what the two of you needed. It is what he needed. 

It just happened that you loved that man enough to provide what he needed, despite all flaws.

A day of missing you must have driven him to hallucinate, Rin concludes. You, perched on his couch, delicately peeling oranges and chuckling at a whimsical show on the screen, are just a hallucination.

“You’re home.”

And would you look at that, hallucinations even speak.

From your vantage point, Rin looks like he's seen a ghost greeting him with his unblinking teal orbs and brows slightly arching upwards. You notice the subtle tightening of his grip on the strap of his gym bag as he takes measured steps towards you, as though cautiously approaching a dream he fears might dissipate.

“Rin?” you whisper in confusion. It was meek, barely a whisper of his name, yet it was all that he needed to close the gap between you in mere seconds.

You gape at him from how determined his strides were. Surprise is instantly replaced by warmth as your lover basically throws himself over you for a well-sought embrace the moment you're within his arms’ reach.

You’re real, and you’re here.

And he can’t even begin to tell you how much tension finally left his body with that realization.

“I thought…” he trails off, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

As shallow as one might say, each passing hour of being away from you has fully convinced Rin that it might have been the end to what the two of you had.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you whisper softly in his ear, your fingers finding solace in the familiar texture of Rin’s hair, tenderly tracing paths down to his nape. Rin responds with a gentle kiss along the side of your neck, a silent affirmation of his gratitude for the comforting gesture.

Unspoken sentiments hang in the air, but neither of you feels the need to verbalize them just yet. The minutes stretch, and you both savor each other’s warmth that has been sorely missed.

As minutes gracefully slipped away, you initiated the release from his embrace, much to his chagrin. Rin openly displayed his disapproval by gently yet firmly wrapping his arms around you. But you were resolute in your purpose and slightly pushed him back.

“Have you eaten?” you ask, holding his face to look at you.

“No.”

“I’ll make you some food, then. Stay here.”

Before your intentions could take you to the kitchen, Rin pulled you back making you fall back to his lap. “don’t want you to go,” he confessed.

“But dinner–”

“No.”

“No? You don’t want to eat?”

“No,” he firmly replied, “Later. I want to hold you first.”

You didn’t respond to Rin, and just took it upon yourself to make yourself more accessible for him to hold by facing him while still seated in his lap. The shift in position sent a shiver of anticipation through both of you, and Rin, consumed by the moment, reveled in the exquisite sensation of your body pressed closely against his.

Slowly, his fingers reached the side of your jaw, tracing and guiding you closer to meet him halfway. With closed eyes, you felt his lips approaching, delicately and purposefully, until his lips were a breath away from yours. The distance between your lips diminished as Rin closed in, capturing your mouth in a sweet, lingering surrender. 

Rin’s strong hands explored every inch of you it could reach. You felt his touch on your neck, shoulders, down to your thighs. The teasing fingers paid extra attention to your waist, their grip subtly teasing the hem of your shirt. You melt into him more when you feel said teasing hands slide inside.

He was everywhere— your mind, your body, your very soul. Rin had them well occupied with all of him.

A soft gasp escapes you when he nips the familiar spot on your neck just below your ear, each kiss that follows tracing a path to your collarbones. Another gasp, louder this time, as Rin gently sucked the skin beneath your collarbones, mending the sweet sting with his feather-light kisses.

It was getting harder to think when a feeling of desire ran from your chest down toward your inner thigh from how impossibly hot Rin’s lips were consuming you.

And just when you thought he had had enough of you, Rin’s hand once again cradled your jaw, guiding your gaze to meet his. Shivers danced down your spine as you absorbed the sight of his half-lidded, glossy teal eyes.

“I need you, baby,” he breathed, “please.”

It seemed as though there was a lot to make up for in the past twenty-four hours that he couldn't hold you.

You stirred from your sleep to the sensation of lingering kisses scattered from your forehead down to your jaw.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you found your lover gazing at you with those bright and free teal eyes, and you swore you never had a better way to start the day than this.

A smile graced your lips as you prepared to reciprocate the affection, intending to reach for him and plant a kiss on his jaw. However, your gesture was momentarily halted by his unexpected outburst.

“I love you.”

Professing to you used to terrify Rin – it used to knock all the air from his lungs and make the room seem so small. Now, with a few years ahead to gather enough backbone to escape the misery of pining, professing to you— loving you, felt as easy and natural as breathing.

And he hoped, with every beat of his heart against yours, that he would be breathing just fine in the many years to come.

“I love you,” he tells you again. Just for good measure, to ensure you heard him right, and just to make sure you know he does love you.

You heard him well. His words were clear enough, and the rapid beating of his heart against yours was loud enough to attest.

“Say it back, please,” he pleaded against the soft skin of your neck.

“I love you, Rin.”

“Still?”

“Still.”

He offered no verbal response, but a palpable sigh of relief emanated from him. For a man of few words, he sure does need a lot to feel better.

His warm breath lingered on your skin as a brief silence enveloped you both. Then, with a deliberate yet gentle gesture, he gathered both your arms, placing them above his shoulders, and pulled you closer by your thigh, guiding it above his own.

He loved holding you this way. He wasn’t a big believer, but he wondered if this, right here, was the closest he would ever come to heaven.

“But we have to unlearn those bad habits, Rin,” you asserted, your voice carrying a firm resolve, “No more leaving. We will sit through it, and we will talk, baby.”

Rin’s arms around your waist tightened, as if silently acknowledging your words. You knew he was listening— Rin could be hard headed and all, but he always listened. To you, and only you, that is. 

Minutes passed in silent communion, the world outside fading away as you and Rin held each other. Eventually, drowsiness began to cast its gentle veil over your senses. You couldn't tell if Rin had fallen asleep because his face was buried in the curve of your neck, hiding away in your scent. Yet, the soft and steady rhythm of his breath made you think so.

As you closed your eyes, allowing the realm of dreams to envelop you, Rin’s voice, muffled and quiet, broke the silence.

“Are we going to be fine?”

Barely audible, his question carried a hint of hesitation. And perhaps, if you listen a little closer, you could almost hear the 11-year-old Rin behind his lucid words.

Lucky for him, you had known that little boy throughout your life, enough to love him just as he needed, despite all flaws.

“We will be.”

note. hi, my life ain't life-ing lately soooo here !! i hope all of you are fine and having a blast. but if you aren’t, i’m sending you all of my love. we’ll have better days ahead, trust 🤞🏻

new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior. 

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself. 

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any. 

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that. 

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!” 

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting. 

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.” 

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind. 

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit. 

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for. 

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you. 

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim. 

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.

I really like that one shot from the jiyuu no tsubasa opening

"why do you want to work for us"

because im fucking BROKE!! im not going to write me x your company fanfic to answer this dumb ass fucking question the way you want me to!!

mammon thoughts when hes in love<3 my silly lil guy

mams+fem!reader

wc ~500

It was a strange sort of possessiveness, wanting to be the only one to draw that soft smile from her. Wanting to be the only one to hear her loud laughter and wanting to be the only one to see her eyes shining in the moonlight looking up at him with raw adoration.

He knew he was greedy. It was etched in his very being, wanting everything he could get his hands on. It wasn't even something he thought about anymore, he lied, cheated and stole to get what he desired. But no matter what he always wanted more. She wasn't something to simply collect and keep though. She was so much more than a simple possession. He had wanted plenty of things, money, cars, silver and gold. Nothing could compare to the all consuming urge to have her.

Truth was, he coveted her. She was more valuable than any treasure he could get his hands on. Every smile she gave him was worth more than all the diamonds in the world. He wanted to keep her to himself, find out everything about her, drawing back layer after layer until he knew every inch of her. He wanted to learn her fears so he could protect her from them all, an urge so foreign he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. The thought of harm coming to her made his chest hurt in a way he didn't know how to describe. Sharp agony stabbed through his heart at the thought and he knew that he would do anything for her.

The pact mark on her skin branded her as his. The second that his mark had been drawn onto her skin he felt his sin rise up in a way it had never done before. Greed takes and takes but the more time he found himself spending with her, the less he chased material possessions. Strange as it was, he found himself greedy for non tangible things. He yearned for her praise, her smiles and the warmth of her touch. It was unthinkable, that a simple human could bring out these desires in him. No matter how hard he tried though, he couldn't stop himself from drawing closer and closer to her, desperate for every speck of attention she bestowed upon him.

With every wide smile and happy laugh he pulled out of her he found himself falling harder. Following her around like a lost puppy, cherishing every word she spoke. She consumed his every waking moment, she was the first thing he thought of when he woke up and his last thought before falling asleep. No material pleasure could ever measure up to how he felt when she reached for him. She was the only thing that ever mattered and the only thing that ever would.

He had accepted his feelings for her long ago. He was in love with her, wholly and irrevocably. Maybe if he continued sticking by her, he'd finally figure out how to tell her.

Me and my MC watching as Zayne absolutely obliterates us in kitty cards with the 22+ assist cards he pulled out of his ass:

can i come over and make you extremely uncomfortable with my lack of social skills