#I WANNA FEEL YOU, I WANT IT ALL
𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。𝒄𝒘: mentions of bullying, nsfw, reader discovers masturbation, inappropriate use of tentacles, mild degrading
when he joined the PS, Yoshida was taught that all devils were cunning, vicious creatures with an appetite for blood and carnage, but his opinion changed after he met you.
not too long ago, his superiors instructed him to keep an eye on a devil that recently appeared at his highschool. the mission seemed interesting enough considering that you were quite a mistery for the PS– there were no records of your existence anywhere in their database, which meant that you were either a very old and incredibly powerful devil who had not once died in hell or you just spawned out of the blue in the heart of Tokyo. either way, his curiosity was piqued and he had great expectations.
those high hopes were shattered within hours of meeting you. with an obnoxious attitude, basically nonexistent knowledge of the human world and a tendency to get in trouble you were the epitome of stupidity. you were as bad as Denji, no. worse. at least the blond could listen to his orders. you on the other hand, seemed to go out of your way to make his life a living hell. "hiroooo why isn't this thing working?" you'd whine, kicking the vending machine in the school's cafeteria with the rounded tip of your glossy uniform shoe. he'd already explained you multiple times how the machine worked, but you just couldn't get it through your thick skull. oh, not to mention that you couldn't grasp the concept of money and went around stealing things from classrooms and the little shops close to the school campus. you were an absolute menace.
naturally, it wasn't long until you managed to piss of everyone else in your class and got into fights with the school's bullies. problem was, your body was so weak you couldn't even use an ounce of the powers you once had, so most of the times you ended up being a punching bag until Yoshida himself dragged you out of the fight and took care of your injuries.
"i fucking hate this" you mumbled under your breath, hissing sharply as the man before you patched up a shallow cut on your leg. "why can't you just give me some blood so I can heal?"
"because that way you'll never learn to behave. sorry, but you'll have to do it the hard way"
"meaning that I have to wait weeks for this damn cut to heal itself? no thanks" you huffed, trying to get off the desk you were perched up on but he quickly tightened his grip on your thigh, giving you an irked look "stay put" . surprisingly enough you complied and stuck to pouting in silence, occasionally shifting your weight to ease the tension in your body. soon after, Yoshida finished wrapping a thin layer of gauze around your thigh and motioned you to get out of his room.
"you know, you humans are so frail. your bodies are weak and basically useless. all they can feel is pain and hunger, it's so stupid" god... you just couldn't stop complaining. if you were anyone else Yoshida would've simply let it slide, but this was too good of an opportunity to mess with you.
neatly placing the bandages back in their designated place, Yoshida hummed "well, they're not really useless. there's some pretty cool stuff these bodies of ours can feel"
"oh, please enlighten me." you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest and lightly tapping your feet on the floor in expectancy, a nasty habit you picked up from one of your classmates. but there it was, you took the bait. with a nonchalant motion, the man pointed at your crotch. "there"
you gave him a quizzical look, your gaze lowering to your lap. "where?" Yoshida was once again baffled by your stupidity "between your legs, you idiot" he groaned, his eyebrows shooting up as you attempted to raise the hem of your skirt with your dainty fingers. "not here for fuck's sake. just... go to your room and figure it out yourself."
unbeknownst to him, you actually spent the whole night trying to figure out what his words meant. at first you didn't really know what to do, simply standing naked in front of the full length mirror in your bathroom, your eyes musing the curves of your body. it was the first time since you got this body when you actually took your time to explore it– the fairly long arms and narrow shoulders, the hollow space where the nape of your neck met your collarbones, the soft mounds of fat on your chest, your waist melting into plushy hips and thighs and calves, narrowing at your ankles and continued by two small feet. it was... certainly a big change compared to your previous form, but it'll have to do as long as you lived in this world. you took a deep breath before tentatively slipping a hand between your legs, waiting to feel something– as your fingers ghosted over your folds an odd sensation took over you. something sudden, fuzzy, that shook your senses awake.
your fingers moved with more confidence now, almost instinctively brushing against that little bundle of nerves that made your eyes flutter shut. "shit—" you sighed, hastly seating yourself on the floor in front of the mirror and spreading your legs, taking in the sight of your slick folds for a brief moment before rubbing little circles on your clit. it was pure bliss, warmth spreading through your limbs with each slow flick of your fingers. yea, this must've been the feeling Yoshida referred to... soon enough the knot in your lower belly tightened, hips stuttering, eyes closing shut as you reached your high and bit down on your lips. never before had you experienced such sheer pleasure and you'd be damned if you were going to waste the newly discovered potential this new body had.
from that day on, Yoshida regretted messing with you like this. you irked him enough before, but after he taught you what your body could feel your incessant whining only got worse. you were so needy all the time, begging him to show you more, to make you feel even better. without intending to, Yoshida created a greater problem for himself. but at least now he had some leverage over you, a means of keeping you in check, to make sure you don't step out of line and get into stupid fights again. and that's how you started your little after hours activity.
"ngh– Hiro don't stop feels s' good" you babbled out in a weak voice, your face mushed up into his pillow. from his spot at the desk littered with notebooks and papers, Yoshida nodded absentmindedly. if he were to turn around he knew he'd be met with a pretty view– you on your knees with your back curved into a perfect arch, heaving chest flush against the mattress as two of his devil's tentacles held your hips up in the air. a third appendage slid in and out of your cunt, making you mewl and squirm. however, the assignment he was currently working on was a bit more important than that. but he could still hear the squelching sounds you made with each curl of the tentacle and smell the sweet scent of your arousal lingering in the room. "keep it down, will you. can't have everyone on the hall hearing you moan like a slut."
"'m not a ah fuck– 'm not a slut" you objected, earning a chuckle from the man. he turned halfway in his chair, just enough to catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, a devious smile playing on his lips "you sure look like one to me"
his comment aggravated you even more but before you could say anything a second appendage pushed past the tight ring of your pussy, stretching you open. "oh god it's t-too much—" but he wasn't paying any attention to you anymore, his focus shifting back to his homework.
you hated how disinterested he was, how easy it was for him to just do his work while he let the Octopus Devil handle your insatiable needs. at first it was enough, but then you wanted something more. you wanted him, and the fact that he was so unresponsive to all your attempts to get him to please you himself was unnerving.
you tried all the tricks you heard the other girls in your class did with their boyfriends; looking at him with pretty doe eyes, bending over in front of him to pick something up from the ground, giving him full view of your panties, damn– you were literally naked on his bed. anything to get him riled up but he still wouldn't give in. you'd lie if this wasn't the most humbling experience in your entire life– stooping so low as to let your cunt be stuffed by another devil's tentacles in hopes of having Yoshida just lay a finger on you. a soft moan rolled past your lips as one of the appendages slithered up to your clit, making your eyes roll back in your skull. "yoshida can you u-uh look at me" you mewled, letting out a frustrated huff when the man shrugged. "i'm busy, as you can see, and if you don't behave I'll command the Octopus devil to stop... well, whatever he's doing."
"but Hiro I want you t-to watch me" you pressed and he finally put his pencil down, turning his chair to face you "happy now?"
in fact you were more than happy– despite his obvious disinterest and annoyance, your walls fluttered around the tentacles just from having him look at you. "y-yea happy. so, so happy" you squirmed, propping yourself up on your forearms to give him a better view of your tits. Yoshida only sighed, rolling his eyes "i know what you're trying to do and it won't work. i'm not fucking you."
"pretty please" you begged, wiggling your hips in a desperate attempt to tempt him. still, to no avail. Yoshida watched you with an amused smile etched onto his face. seeing you this desperate was quite entertaining, he couldn't lie, and you sure made a pretty sight for sore eyes, but he wouldn't dream of actually touching you like you wanted him to. instead, he got up from his chair and languidly moved by your side, crouching down next to the pile of your messily discarded clothes. "no, I won't do it" but why not. "because needy girls like you aren't my type"
you scoffed at his remark and he quickly gripped your jaw, tilting your head up so he could get a better look at your fucked out expression– you were a mess, fighting back tears of pleasure as the tentacles buried themselves deeper inside your soaked cunt, hitting all the right spots; you bit down on your lip. he wiped a string of drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, tracing his fingers over your bottom lip. "but i guess it's not your fault you're like this. after all, i'm the one who taught you how to please yourself" you let out a shallow moan after hearing his words, looking up at him with glossy eyes.
"poor you... i bet it sucks, being a hotshot down in hell for so many years just to end up a slut on earth." he continued and you felt a familiar warmth pooling in your core. Yoshida noticed you were getting off to this by the way you nipped at your bottom lip and the flare in your eyes, his grin melting into a soft, compassionate smile "consider this your punishment for putting me through so much shit at school these months. although I've got to give it to you, since we started this routine of ours you've been more behaved."
you nodded eagerly, shifting forward to lean closer to him "yea, I've been good. always so good".
"not always, just when it suits you" he chuckled, giving the crown of your head a light pat "but you're getting there. keep it up and i might give you what you want one day as a little reward. until then though, you'll have to do with those." Yoshida gestured at the tentacles behind you and you nodded frantically. you only head half of what he was saying, too blissed out to pay attention to his words. you were getting close to your high, slick already dripping from your hole onto the sheets.
"you're so messy... i always have to change the sheets after you leave" he sighed "but you might as well go ahead and cum for me since you need it so badly"
that did it for you. before you knew it, your body spasmed and you gushed around the appendages– your fluids leaking onto the bed, soaking the mattress. "'m sorry so sorry Hiro" you babbled out, riding out your high as you pushed your hips back, making the tentacles fully fill you up. "don't worry about it. just enjoy" he said softly, his fingers gently combing through your hair.
when you eventually came down from your nth high of the day your body slumped against the mattress, your chest heaving with each shallow breath you took. Yoshida looked down at you with an amused glint in his eyes. he could tell you've had your fair share for the day so he retracted the tentacles around your body, making them disappear into thin air. you made no move to get out of his bed, instead curling up into a ball and hugging his duvet close to your chest, your breath slowly settling. "hey, hey don't get too comfortable. you're not sleeping here." he insisted but you wouldn't budge.
it was already pretty late, curfew was about to sound and it'd be pretty hard to explain a naked girl on his bed if someone came to check up on him, but Yoshida somehow couldn't bring himself to shun you. moments like these, when you laid so peacefully in bed were among the only times you were actually tolerable so despite his better judgement he pried the blanket from your arms and wrapped it around body before returning to the desk to finish his assignment.
still, it wasn't too long until he heard the duvet rustling and he turned to see what you were doing. you were once again laying on your stomach with your bare feet bashfully kicking in the air, eyeing him with a lustful gaze. when you noticed him watching you, you melted your chest into the mattress and hid your teasing grin behind your dainty hand, lifting your hips then slowly dropping them to the other side, not once breaking the eye contact "why not just give me that reward you mentioned now, hm, Hiro? for safe measure." god, you truly were hopeless...
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hiii what do u think about morningstar visuals or lore
he's one of my favesss
visually it's a lot of fun, he looks good in all black! im a liiitle tired of them showing his face all the time but i do like the silly little golden face on the mask.
also think it's neat that one of the design sketches had feathers on it. i'm oscillating between bat/moth/bird as an ithaqua animal. but i see nathaniel as snake themed and i do like a good snake vs. bird symbolism.
lorewise, i think morningstar ithaqua was really a good parallel for his original story. although i wish they mentioned his mother since she's a major character his backstory. i do wonder if helel is supposed to be ithaqua if his motives were utterly devoid of love.
regardless, the way i saw it in the og, the norwell family (or at the very least magistrate norwell, although i doubt janet and nathaniel are ignorant enough to not know what they're doing.) likely didn't genuinely believe in demons or witchcraft. it was more of a means to manipulate the townspeople and gain social power, since cultivating a fear of accusation would benefit the judge. and this parallels how later on, ithaqua would use the same practice of leveraging fear and lies to manipulate the people and protect his mother.
and this is reflected in the way both nebuchadnezzar and helel used a false divine connection to claim their right as king. the line "new lies will be treated as the word of god." implying that nebu was also lying.
nebu posing as a vicarious voice of 'god' goes with how ithaqua calls the attackers "gods" due to the religious nature of their accusations. likewise, nebu condemns those below the tower as 'demons' similar to how ithaqua's mother was called a demon.
it's also neat that they used a fallen angel as inspo - as helel being nebu's twin, was originally a prince before his fake execution, like how og ithaqua was presumed dead and abandoned. (i do wonder why exactly nebu spared him. i know why for plot armour reasons but there's some interesting possibilities.)
and helel is a fun character! i liked the detail that people didn't obey helel that much out of loyalty or even fear but because they were mutually using each other. helel didn't gaf about being king and they didn't actually believe his claims of being the true king as long as everyone got what they wanted in the end.
"Yet they did not know that the new, sun-eating king was never interested in governing at all. He knew that the followers hated the corrupt royals from the kingdom that he fell, knew that a religion built on a foundation of lies would shatter easily at first touch. But that had nothing to do with him. His goal was always the king of the tower, Nebuchadnezzar, and this battle was all a selfish frenzy of revenge."
helel isn't power hungry, he's single mindedly focused on vengeance. i'll go as far as to say he's not truly an agent of just retribution, he's just willing to do anything if it helps him in his goal. it's like, almost funny how he just lets people take advantage of the political shift for their gain as long as nebuchadnezzar stays imprisoned. and helel's lack of moral inhibition when it comes to his goals is one of the key parts of ithaqua's character. i think that's one of the similarities between him and nebu, but nebu is the one who actually desires power and control, using violence to attain that, in an inversion of helel's motive+method.
speaking of similarities another thing i really liked was the "everything was turned upside down, yet everything still remained the same." line. despite how much he hates their sameness, helel has to become something of similar magnitude to the sun king to make any meaningful change, just as there are no bloodless ways for the nightwatch to command paranoia.
and i think the funniest bestest part of all this is that helel fails. his plan to indefinitely torture nebu gets cut short when one of his allies (based tracy) finds the supposedly dead king and makes good on the false claim by killing him for real. all of helel's concentrated effort and sacrifice was for nothing. and it does actually make sense when you think about it because nightwatch is present at the manor, and why would he leave his post to go there? despite killing nathaniel and creating the persona of 'ithaqua', his mother's still sick. and whatever happened afterwards, he had to leave. somewhere in ithaqua's story, he failed too.
anyways cool story yeah i like it a normal amount
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