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[garoujo]

hello dear emmie ! <33 how's ur day going so far ?? i always smile whenever i see ur posts on my tl i swear- i come bearing another nagi brainrot agenda

꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ ./づ~ ♡

enemies 2 luvrs! with nagi ,, u and him are academic rivals since u were in grade school but little do u know that the big 'ol man that u despise the most has actual feelings for u and im not talking about just having a teeny tiny crush since u two started 'hating' each other, but nagi already fell for u the day when u started challenging him ! i mean no one even dared to approach him before but u did !! every single time he winds you up is his satisfaction, his fulfillment to gauge ur reactions bcs he likes- no, LOVES seeing u riled up only for him and him alone ! and when he finally corners u through the not-so hidden aisle at the school library, as u stare up at him while he stares down at you,, maybe just maybe- he doesn't look that bad as u make him out to be. AAAA AND I JUST COULDNT STOP TYPING THIS SCENARIO INSIDE MY HEAD , i was listening to 'yes to heaven' by lana and whenever the lyrics 'ive got my eye on u' came up,, my brain immediately thought of this !

OMIGOSH IM SORRY BBIE IT TOOK ME SO LONG 2 REPLY 2 THIS IVE BEEN SOOO SUPER DRAINED BUT UH !!! U BROUGHT ME BACK 2 LIFE <333 the fact he is actually just a super genius even in academics like … i wanna fight him but also kiss him like CRAAAAZY !!! ur nagi ideas are always so creative i totally love it !!! PLZ U FEED ME SO WELL ^_^ MWAH !!! U BLESS ME SOOO MUCH I OWE U MY LIFE <333

[blueluneacy]

“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.” for Diavolo? 😳 (PS ur my favorite blog mwah)

Diavolo... I’m so glad I’m getting more Diavolo requests I want that man to beat me to death

Warnings: possessive behaviors, yandere, implied kidnapping, knife play, blood play, cutting

You gasped as you heard Diavolo growl over you, clutching the bleeding wound you had inflicted on the man, your knife on the floor. God, were you really this stupid? You couldn’t figure out how to escape, how to run away, so this was your only option left. To try and fight back against your capture, against this man who had kept you locked in this mansion of his, forced to act as his lover. This was all you could think of really. Maybe if you found back, then you would find a way to free yourself from this madness. Of course, it ended with your single attack, barely nicking Diavolo’s cheek before you were tackled to the ground, the knife clattering far away. 

“You know, cara, if you wanted to include things like that into our fun, you should’ve warned me first.” Diavolo growled, his voice at a low husky tone that made you shudder as he ran a hand down your cheek, wiping some of his own blood onto you.

“Because I know you wouldn’t be so foolish as to think you could hurt me, right? Because if you did think about doing things like that…” He squeezed a hand around your throat to emphasize his point. “I would have to break your neck and watch you flounder.” 

You did your best to cry out, trying to squirm away to try and regain your breathing, but Diavolo was just too strong, holding you down as he saw fit. It was always how he saw fit, but that didn’t mean that it was always the best for you. When you finally started to see spots crawl into your vision, he released your neck, watching the way you gasped and sputtered as you tried to normalize your breathing, smiling as you slowly lost focus on him. Now that wouldn’t do. He leaned over to grab your lost knife, ripping up your shirt.

Well, if you wanted things like this involved, cara, you should’ve just asked. I’d love to add a few marks on your body just to show how you’re mine.” His voice brought you back to him, starting to squirm as you felt the tip of his knife dig into you, causing a pinprick of blood to appear on your stomach.

“W-Wait, Diavolo, P-Please don’t, I-” You tried to beg for some semblance of mercy, but Diavolo only raised an eyebrow.

“Tesoro, you know you’re supposed to call me Signore. I have no reason to be polite with you now.” He told you, and you were cut off by your own scream as Diavolo dug into your stomach without mercy. His movements were quick and skillful, cutting into your flesh elegantly as if you were no more than soft butter. You cried out as you felt the searing pain of the knife, rivets of your own blood running down your body and dripping onto the floor in a small puddle underneath you. You gasped as you felt Diavolo lift his knife, placing it to the side and looking over his work, as if he were an artist and you were a painting freshly varnished. You didn’t dare to take a look at what he had written, knowing that it would only make you more sick and agitate the wounds more. Diavolo just smiled and leaned in, smearing your blood onto his shirt, and you knew that you would be tasked on making sure that it was pristine during the next load of laundry, painstakingly taking out every single stain.

“Why are you crying? I gave you exactly what you wanted, bella. Or is it that you’re that sore of a loser?” He asked, leaning in to kiss you, but you just turned away, looking to the side. Diavolo just hissed, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat. You’ve been a brat all day, and I’m not going to deal with it anymore.” He told you, leaving you to whimper as you attempted to lean in, trying to kiss your Signore in hopes that it would alleviate some of the pain and make Diavolo get off you so that you could care for the new wounds that he had left on you.

But Diavolo relished in the kiss, in the way that your body was warm against him, your heat and blood mixing together as one. Now, you were truly marked as his.