#by taking a step back i mean i might not be as enthusiastic as usual

[im-sorry-what-ii]

Might be taking a minor step back from fandom rn, life is currently attacking from all sides and it's not a happy situation

[chastiefoul]

giving them flowers ft. genshin characters

featuring: wriothesley, neuvilette, scara, xiao, kaveh tags: fluff random notes: wriothesley is my new obsession

wriothesley

“wrio,” you sang out as you took the last step of the stair leading up to his office, finding him at his usual spot; buried in paperwork with a cup of tea loyal on his desk. upon the sight of you, his face lit up a little. “now the guards just let you right in hm? well it’s no wonder, you’re quite the charmer after all,” he said, his tone playful. you approached him, rolling your eyes. “please, the moment the news spread that i am ‘involved’ with the duke no one was brave enough to mess with me.” wrio chuckled, not denying the fact, as he also did not forget to remind the guards that you have the freedom to do whatever you wanted within the premises.

wrio just hummed in approval, as you went and sit on his lap. “i noticed the pretty things on your hand there, who’s it for?” he asked as he put a hand around your waist, the gesture tickled you a little. “for you.” you smiled. “for me to give sigewinne? i’m pretty sure i’ve told you where she usually is,” he raised an eyebrow, the clueless expression was as clear as day. “silly, it’s for you. this flower is yours.”

he stared at the bouquet of aster flowers on your hand, taking it carefully. somehow for a moment his gaze seemed a bit distant, like seeing through a passing memory. “how lovely,” he smiled to himself, your heart squeezed a little. “indeed they are,” you said softly.

“and you, too.” the lingering gaze landed on you, his piercing icy-blue eyes that’s usually sharp was somehow warm and gentle. he continued, “the loveliest.”

--

“i was worried when i saw you with that flowers that i might have one of those things you often read and told me in your books, ‘love rival’ is that it?”

you laughed. “really? you, worried?”

“hmm well, i did say i could fight.”

neuvilette

“neuvi?” you called to him as you peeked your head from behind his office door. “(y/n)? such a pleasant surprise, what brings you here?” he smiled softly, leaving his desk to approach you. “i had sometime before work and i wanted to give you this.”

you revealed a bouquet of bluebells from your back.

neuvi’s eyes widened slightly at the object.

“do you like it?” you asked hesitantly after seeing his lack of reaction. neuvilette snapped out of it, noticing the restlessness on your feature as he said, “i love it, i will cherish it.” relief washed over you as you did not detect the sign of him lying about it as he gazed the bouquet with such tenderness. “although, to what do i owe the pleasure of receiving such nice gesture?”

“nothing at all, i happened to see it on the way here and seeing the petals just reminded me of you a little.” you said, keeping the true meaning of the flowers to yourself. “oh? how so?” neuvilette asked, genuinely curious but also enthusiastic over what you said. you quietly chuckled to yourself. “what more do you want me to say? obviously the flowers are so beautiful, very much like yourself.” you smiled teasingly, a little wide for it to be genuine.

the subtlest pink painted his cheek bone at your unexpected response. “only you would compliment me with such words, (y/n),” he shook his head in wonderment, his little smile betrayed his attempt in acting aloof. “you mean the only one that’s bold enough to say it directly to your face, if you refuse to believe it i could go right now and gather enough people to march in here to chant that the iudex of fountaine is so very beau-“

he coughed in bashfulness, the color on his cheeks became more apparent. “love.. it is also only you who’s so fond of teasing me. please perish that ridiculous idea from your head,” he said, his tone feeble and pleadful, something you knew he did only in front of you. you laughed lovingly at his reaction, “i’m sorry, i just couldn’t help it. but you truly are beautiful, neuvilette.”

“dear please.. no need for further flattery, you already have me.” he let out a sigh, shaking his head at your shameless flirting. “it’s not flattery, it’s the truth.  i am allowed to compliment my lover whenever i wanted, no?” you smiled. neuvilette once again sigh in defeat. “i suppose that’s alright, so long you let me do the same towards you.”

scara

“what is this..?” he stared at the sunflowers on his hand. “okay so when someone waters a seed and fertilize them-“

he scoffed, “you know what i meant.”

“it’s a gift.” you answered curtly, as if the whole thing doesn’t need a further explanation, and it really didn’t it’s just a certain grumpy gremlin demanded it. “did you do something wrong?” he eyed you suspiciously and you’d hit this man if he wasn’t so endearing. “god why are you saying it like i’m a bad person or something, you know what? i’m taking it back.” you said as you made no attempt of reaching out yet he shielded the flowers with his arms anyway.

“i never said i didn’t want it. also it’s mine now, have you no shame taking back what you’ve given?” he narrowed his eyes at you, and returned his attention to the object at hand.

“a ‘thank you’ still works just fine, you know?” you said, having a hard time holding back a grin by his hard attempt not to show that he liked the gift. his gaze rested on the flower for another minute, as if reminiscing something. “i just... no one really ever...” he said with a voice barely above a whisper; a moment of weakness where he sounded vulnerable.

“i’ll just have to give you many more of it then,” you smiled at him, for a second you swore he looked excited. “you don’t have to, i have no use of this.” he said, sounding like he didn’t mean a single word he said. you raised an eyebrow at him.

“although.. ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ.”

xiao

“i didn’t bring your almond tofu today, but instead i wanted to give you this,” you said, handing him the iris flowers. “flowers..?” he tilted his head, wanting you to elaborate as to why you gave him that. what’s the occasion? where did you get them? why are you giving them to him?

“i just thought you’d like it, do you?” you smiled unsurely. “i.. don’t mind it however, such vibrant and lively things, it fits you more,” he said nonchalantly, as if what he just said didn’t make your heart do a backflip. “you’re looking at it the wrong way. even after surviving storms and rains, flowers stood tall proudly through it all—and that’s why i think it resembles you way more,” you said confidently.

xiao was quiet at your words, before letting out a rare soft smile. “if you feel that way so strongly, i have no choice but to believe it, then.”

kaveh

“for me!?” he asked excitedly at the bouquet of tulips. you nodded just as excited. “oh i love this so much, it would go so well on my desk after i put them on a vase,” he said, his eyes glistened with joy. “if i knew you’re going to be this excited i would’ve gotten them sooner.”

“no harm done my love, i am just beyond happy you thought of me.” he smiled, giving you a kiss on your cheek. “now, won’t you help me pick a container to put these flowers in?” he said, already taking your hand and leading you to his collection of things. “you say that but everytime we do this it’s always you picking different stuff up while you demand for my words of affirmation,”  you said, holding back a smile. “and?” kaveh raised an eyebrow, “and i love it, of course.” you laughed.

[justporo]

Opening chests - A guide by Astarion Ancunín

As someone who's been merely seen as a body to use in the worst kind of ways, Astarion enjoys being needed for just about anything else.

You first noticed this when the rest of the party struggled to open a promising looking treasure chest which you all hoped would contain some direly needed riches - or at least something to make for a good dinner.

You were just about to step in and offer your expertise when Astarion made an entrance.

“By all the gods above and below! You bunch call yourself adventurers and can't even pick a simple lock such as this?” he exclaimed as he strode over with a swagger and a viciously teasing smirk. Gale moaned. He knew just like any of the others that Astarion was about to be insufferable when he put on a tone like this - more insufferable than usual that means.

“All these books and not a single one to be useful, just as always? Am I right - oh great Gale of Waterdeep?” the vampire barked back at the wizard's annoyed reaction.

Gale just pressed his mouth into a thin line, not willing to hand his pale companion more opportunities for snide remarks.

“I could always smash it with my axe,” Karlach chimed in and immediately grabbed for her martial weapon and took an enthusiastic step towards the chest.

Astarion threw out his arms to hold her off: “NO!” The tiefling just shrugged and casually hammered her weapon into the ground and leaned against it - an impressive show of her strength.

“My dear Karlach,” Astarion began “your uhm… enthusiasm is deeply appreciated.” (The sarcasm in his voice told another story. But Karlach still beamed at him) “But stuff like this is in need of a little more finesse,” the rogue finished and wiggled his long fingers.

You watched all of this as you crossed your arms over your chest. The lock really wasn't that big of a challenge. You could have probably done it in the middle of the night, with no light source and drunk out of your mind. But Astarion was keen to make a show of it seemed - and by now you were too interested to watch it play out as your less roguish companions watched.

Astarion produced his thieves tools out of his pocket with an artful flip and a wink he aimed specifically at you. You grinned at him. Despite his sometimes goofy or weird mannerisms and the cheesy lines he dropped on about everyone ( but especially on you), you couldn't helped but to be charmed by the vampire.

Astarion made to get to work.

“Now watch,” he exclaimed cheerfully “and take some notes,” he finished dryly with a pointed look at Gale who just threw his hands in the air at another unneeded jab towards him.

It was merely the blink of an eye and suddenly the lock made an very audible a click and fell to the dusty ground.

Astarion jumped up again almost as quickly as he had kneeled down in front of the chest. “Hah!” he exclaimed, twirled around to the party and made an obnoxiously gracious bow.

Karlach clapped, honestly impressed.

You just smirked.

Shadowheart rolled her eyes.

Gale immediately went to open the chest and- “It's empty,” he declared. “What a grand treasure you have revealed to us, oh great Astarion of Know-it-all,” the wizard spat. “It was all for nothing.”

The glance the vampire threw at Gale couldn't have been more sharp had he used his dagger on the wizard. “You all got a great learning opportunity. You should be grateful!” Astarion answered and pursed his lips

“Learned what exactly, Astarion? We could see nothing,” Wyll commented dryly, earning another dagger glance.

Astarion clicked his tongue and strode off as the others seemed to have lost interest in the damned chest now that it had proven worthless.

“Don't come to me again then, crying for help,” the vampire snarled as he walked off, shoulders slumped a little. There might have been just the tiniest tinge of hurt in his voice.

“No one asked him,” Gale muttered. But now he earned sharp looks from the others too.

“What?” the wizard asked offendedly looking around the others.

“Every once in a while even a Know-it-all like Astarion deserves a little praise,” you said as you looked after the vampire. “The next time he opens a lock up for you, you better give him a little pat on the back. We all should, actually,” you closed and then went to go after Astarion.

The others muttered in quiet agreement.

And in fact, from there on out, Astarion became the designated lock picker of the party. And you were happy every time you saw Astarion's ruby eyes sparkle a little with pride when you asked for his help.

[izvmimi]

cw: crack, fluff, insecure bakugou. izuku and shoto have unnamed female partners.

“Are you good?”

Izuku doesn’t hear him the first time, and Katsuki makes a grunt of frustration before raising his voice again to repeat the question.

“What the hell is going on with you, Deku?”

Izuku startles slightly at the question as he zips his duffel bag closed then turns to his friend/coworker. His left arm is still bent with his hand rubbing his flank, just as he has periodically for the past hour. 

“Yeah?”

“Why are you acting like you have the spine of an eighty-year-old?” Katsuki inquires, closing his own locker. Izuku gives him a look of confusion initially, then his eyebrows raise as he connects the dots.

“Oh, yeah my back hurts a bit. The couch we have isn’t that comfortable.”

“Couch?”

Shoto looks up, still hunched over tying his shoelaces, also curious. Izuku notices his sudden interest and laughs, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, uh... ___ had a dream that I was cheating and-”

Bakugou grimaces and cuts in. “So you slept on the couch?”

Izuku’s embarrassed laughter worsens. “Well it’s easier to just do that than to explain to her that she doesn’t have premonition...”

Katsuki sighs and rolls his eyes, not intending to inquire further about his friend’s girlfriend’s insane behavior, but Shoto suddenly snorts as he stands up. Surprised, the other two glance at him. 

“And why are you laughing?” Katsuki is the first to ask. 

Shoto slings his far-too-expensive gym bag over his shoulder, smiling. 

“Because for once I actually get this sentiment.”

Katsuki raises his eyebrows. “What do you mean you get it?”

As Shoto leads the way out of the agency locker room, Shoto explains that the last time he slept on the couch had a similar tone - 

“Apparently there’s a wrong way to answer ‘would you love me if i were a worm’?”

Izuku frowns.

“Yeah, you should have dodged that..”

“I mean, she did curl up next to me afterwards to sleep so it was okay... eventually... after a lot of tears.”

Shoto and Izuku laugh while Katsuki follows along, suddenly realizing he’s the only one who might be left out of the experience of having an insane partner. The elevator down to the garage opens, and the three step out with Katsuki still lost in thought. 

“Wait, they both act like this?” he asks. 

Izuku and Shoto exchange a look then shrug.

“I guess love makes you a little ridiculous,” Izuku offers. Shoto grins in agreement and suddenly Katsuki has the sudden feeling that he’s losing.

---

When Katsuki shows up to your apartment an hour, you can practically feel the tension in the air, emanating from the deep frown on his face.

You raise an eyebrow at him as he makes eye contact with you, wondering what the problem is this time. It’s not that he’s never been prickly coming home, but usually he softens when you greet him; this time however, you welcome him home and he gives you a less than enthusiastic response before dropping off his keys on the counter and running to the bathroom.

You give him 2 minutes to do his business and flush, then when he comes out decide to deal with his pouting gently.

“What’s the problem, baby?” There’s a tiny bit of playfulness in the way you reach for his cheeks and pat them, and he leans into your touch, even if he’s grumpy. Placing his hands on yours, he asks, completely seriously, 

“Don’t you have something silly to ask me?”

Your hands drop from his face slowly and you tilt your head to the side, slow-blinking. 

“What?”

He takes your hands and replaces them back on his cheeks, an action that almost brings you to laughter but you opt instead to remain serious.

“Don’t you wanna ask me if I’d marry you in every lifetime or something?”

You watch him stunned then laugh.

“What is this about?” 

He pouts.

“Do you even get jealous over me?”

The two of you watch each other in silence as you take this in, and then you burst into laughter for real, unable to hold it in.

“Katsuki-” you start between giggles, “- what’s this about?”

“You’re not crazy enough about me,” he finally admits, then his hands lower for his arms to wrap around your waist, pressing you flush to him.

You give him a sly look.

“So you’re giving me permission to be crazy?” you ask. A finger is pressed to his chest and you draw circles on it. As you look up at him furtively, your teeth now biting your lower lip in mischief, he wonders if he’s making a mistake. 

And yet he takes your fingers in his hands and kisses them.

“Yes.”

You giggle and pull back, putting your hands on your hips.

“Have you considered that you might be the crazy one?” you tease.

And that goes over fine at the moment when he hugs you and kisses you and decides to move on to dinner, but it’s an idea that suddenly plagues him in the middle of the night. 

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it...

He turns over to you in bed and nudges you. Your eyes creak open and he looks positively distressed, as he asks:

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 2 part 1

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1])

Hey tumblr queers and agathario enthusiasts (I see you guys in the comments! @crybabyheathen, sorry to cause you so much distress! @onceuponalegendbg: I KNOW, RIGHT?? @ragnarockz thank you for being a butch!Agatha truther ❤️❤️)

Let's start episode 2, Circle Sewn with Fate / Unlock Thy Hidden Gate. Which, yes, has no Rio. But it has Lilia! Se let's count our blessings!!

oh my god girl, calm down! she's gone! focus!

that's a beautiful composed shot, with billy's head next to the rabbit, already telling us that he's going to become a son to Agatha

lmao she's about to bolt

aaaand she stops dead in her tracks when Billy mentions the Road. Look at her reflection again! that's so deliberate and so intriguing. how would you guys interpret it?

the Ballad theme playing in the background again. Agatha takes a whole step back when she hears the words "the Witches' Road" and immediately says no. she might be despicable, but there's no way she's getting a kid involved. especially not this kid. because they are somehow connected, otherwise how would she know about the car crash? even without knowing that this is Billy, she already cares about him. and she doesn't lie to him, even the tarots will say so. she might just, you know, omit things or even tell the truth from a certain point of view (already working on her obi-wan ghost mentor tricks)

"The road is no place to a kid." and so he was christened

but I can't stop staring at that rabbit picture. were the set people told to find the brightest bunny they could find? they really want you to notice it

now he's hopping like a bunny too! yes his legs are still tied, but I'm telling you it's all deliberate!! (insert either the pepe silvia or the I've connected the dots meme here)

don't tell him THAT. now he's gonna internalize it and accidentally kill you all one by one. christ.

girl you just got thrown around the room like a rag doll. you put together that outfit in two minutes, didn't even take a shower. you have no make up on. are you wearing ralph's shoes. is that his hat. (her being so frazzled speaks of how shell-shocked she is, she would usually take time to perfect the way she looks, because her looks is her armor)

billy is bullshitting too, he just googled her last night. I mean, I'm 100% convinced he cares about Agatha, but he is faking at least some of that trust and innocence (and good for him because she's a menace)

great, she found the brooch and nicky's hair. who needs a heart anyway, here, tear it out of my chest why don't you

Lilia has such beautiful handwriting. what a multitalent

NO, agatha. BAD agatha. now she's decided she might as well throw a little Road together and kill two or three idiots while keeping the boy safe on the side, which HISTORICALLY HAS NOT WORKED WELL FOR HER. how can she be so smart and SO STUPID

this also goes in the Top 5 Funniest Things Agatha's Ever Done list. now picture again all the dramatic car scenes from episode 1

covens are drawn together by fate and are the truest form of sisterhood??? why is rewatching this show kind of like being repeatedly stabbed in the heart???!!!??

look billy, it's the house where you were born! it was incredibly weird. a stork was there. (oh god, I just realized Billy is 3 years old)

Agatha spits at Wanda's home because a) she hates wanda and b) she hates that people hate wanda. this is the equivalent of being a queer kid and seeing faggot written on a locker (do I need to censor words? do tiktok rules apply now? I haven't written tumblr posts in so long)

except that, as Lilia will tell you, agatha has done a lot to smear witches' reputations, so yeah. consequences of her own actions etc.

be cool, man. mama is having the worst hangover of her life.

oh yes, Billy's boyfriend, Boyf.

shut up agatha, you know you wanna protect that little twink with your whole life

I almost wish I had an extra hour so I could gif agatha throwing the pen out of the window.

don't steal other people's pearls you hooligan (but see? clothes and accessories are props to her)

(by the way you won't find any Billy hate here, because I adore parent-children, mentor-mentee and found family relationships. and I think he's a sweetheart)

agatha discreetly snatching the eviction notice from the door. always thinking ahead, always scheming. the con master at work

*angel choir*

✨✨LILIA CALDERU✨✨

this show gave me a tragic villainous middle aged lesbian, which is literally my catnip, and she's only like, my second favorite character. which tells you all you need to know about the powers of dame Patti LuPone (I know she's not technically a dame) (yet) (I don't care if she's american Chucks, get to it!)

that's all I have time for tonight, can't wait to get me some ✨✨✨✨ Lilia scenes ✨✨✨✨

go to episode 2 part 2

[rahuratna]

To you, young sorcerer

Happy Father's Day to all the Dads, including anime Dads. And Nanami Kento, of course.

Nobara hated this. For most other girls, it was a natural process, a part of life to be embraced, an inconvenience you groaned about to your girlfriends as you rummaged through your bag for a tampon. For her, it interfered with training. It might even be a hindrance on missions, where she might not be in the best physical condition, where every little ache and pain her body inflicted upon her could mean the difference between life and death.

Gritting her teeth, she made her way into the hallway of the main building of Jujutsu Tech, taking a shortcut to the student dormitories, even if it meant tracking mud and debris from her training session with Panda all across the pristine wooden floors. Her abdomen had been plagued with discomfort all afternoon, and now, after that particularly rigorous regimen Panda had put her through, the cramps were returning with a vengeance.

Even worse, another side effect, one she detested the most, was making itself known. Frustration, anger, resentment against her own body for failing her in this way, were all boiling up inside her in a way that made her throat tight and her eyes sting.

One hand on her belly, squinting slightly as another wave of pain assailed her, Nobara shuffled through the hallway, hellbent on reaching her room where a nice hot shower, some painkillers and the soft embrace of her blankets awaited her.

There were voices behind her now. It sounded as if Yuuji and Inumaki had completed their own session and were returning to the dorms as well. Nobara could hear Yuuji enthusiastically outlining his new method of deflecting attacks to his quiet companion, punctuated by the occasional "salmon", "fish flakes" or "salmon roe". Yuuji spotted her and she groaned internally.

"Hey, Kugisaki! Wanna hear about my new technique?"

"Not right now. Read the room."

"Whoa, you look ... not so great. You okay?"

She grunted as a way of reply.

"What's up? You not feeling too good?"

As well-meaning as Yuuji was, he really didn't know when to step back from a situation. Nobara didn't have the energy to whack him upside the head like she usually did, though. To her horror, the constricting sensation in her throat was coiling like a vice, the burn behind her eyes growing stronger. A single, fat tear slipped traitorously from her lash line, tracking down her cheek.

Yuuji looked horrified, and Inumaki, eyes wide above his collar, was rooted to the spot, neither boy sure what had brought this on. Hands flapping helplessly, Yuuji took a step towards her.

"Uhh, Kugisaki? Was it something I said? I'm really sorry if -"

"It's not you, idiot," Nobara muttered, hands scrubbing furiously at her eyes.

"What's going on here?"

Oh, for the love of God.

She had learned to recognize that clipped, smooth baritone from the time the sorcerer in question had been designated as Yuuji's mentor on some missions when Gojo wasn't available.

Nanami Kento, grade one sorcerer, wielder of the seven : three ratio technique. Nobara didn't know much about the man, having interacted with him only a few times. She knew that he was strict, no-nonsense, a stickler for propriety and good conduct, rather dour and gloomy if what Gojo described was accurate. Used to be a salaryman. He certainly looked like the kind of man who could blend into any boardroom, with his tan business suit and perfectly parted blonde hair.

He was now eyeing her from behind those reflective shades, taking in her bedraggled appearance, the leaves and mud on her clothing and hair, the hand clutching at her abdomen, the tear-streaked face. She wondered, momentarily, if he was going to dismiss her as yet another weak, female sorcerer with aspirations far higher than her ability. The thought made a fresh wave of frustration rise in her chest, moistening her eyes once again.

Nanami turned, expression unchanged, and addressed the boys.

"You two go and get supper at the canteen. Kugisaki, with me please."

He began to make his way out towards the student dorms, not bothering to check if she was following. Grumbling slightly, Nobara complied.

"Don't need an escort," she muttered.

"I'm aware."

"Then - "

"How bad are the cramps?"

She stared at the back of his head. Nanami paused and turned towards her slightly, one eyebrow raised.

"Well?"

"Uh ... pretty bad."

"Hmm."

He resumed his walk, and she followed, almost in a trance. Nanami spoke again, voice quiet and measured, before she had a chance to put words to her query.

"I had a friend, when I studied here at Jujutsu Tech. He had a sister who he was very close to. He used to visit her in the countryside, and they looked after each other. He could always recognize when she needed help of this sort. He told me everything. I had no choice but to listen. He was ... a talker."

"Oh, I see. What kind of stuff did he mention?"

"Many things. The kind of tea that eased her pain. The stretches she liked to perform. The bath salts he used to purchase for her from the store at the shrine. The food she liked to eat."

In spite of herself, Nobara quirked a small smile.

"Sounds like ... a pretty good guy."

"He was."

She was silent for a minute, taking in the tense with which Nanami had referred to his friend.

"Did he - "

"Yes. Many years ago."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"No need. We all know the dangers of this profession. Haibara knew too."

They'd reached the dorms and Nanami opened the door, motioning her through. Somehow, coming from him, the gesture didn't seem condescending. She stepped through and he followed, moving off to the side into the small kitchenette that was reserved for the students' use.

Nobara hovered awkwardly in the doorway, wondering what she was supposed to say next. Nanami was busying himself with the cupboards, boiling water and pulling open the fridge. He glanced over and she realised that, at some point, he had removed the shades that normally concealed his stern gaze.

"Go and get yourself cleaned up. Then come back to the kitchen when you're done."

"Um, sure. Goodnight, Nanami."

"Oh, and Kugisaki?"

"Yes?"

"You're a strong and capable young sorcerer. We all have moments of weakness. From time to time, remember to let yourself be. We are sorcerers, but we're also human. Sometimes, recalling that simple fact is enough to hold your mind together when nothing else will."

Nobara's throat was tightening once again, but this time, she felt little to no shame. She was beginning to realise that the sorcerers who were responsible for them knew exactly what they were talking about. No wonder he had come across as so perceptive. How many nights had he spent, alone, in pain, wishing he were stronger, better, wishing that the boy who once smiled alongside him was still amongst the living? How weak had he felt, back then? Had he wished an adult had said these very words to him?

"I'll remember that. Thank you, Nanami."

"Goodnight, Kugisaki."

After a long, hot bath, Nobara changed into her most comfortable pyjamas and slowly made her way back to the kitchen, as Nanami had instructed. As ridiculous as it sounded, she felt a small sense of nervous anticipation. What had he done in there?

Entering, the scent of something delicious made her mouth begin to water. There, on the stove top, bubbling merrily in a small cast iron dish, was a cheese and corn, green onions snipped neatly as garnish over the top. Covered dishes of miso soup and rolled omelette with diced vegetables stood to the side, still steaming slightly. In a pot on the stove, next to the cheese and corn, Nobara sniffed out something warm and herbal, some kind of tea blend.

Mood lifting immediately, Nobara set the table and dug into the food. As simple as the fare was, it was exactly the kind of comfort food she had been craving. Right then, it tasted like a five-star meal to her.

As she polished off the last of her food and gathered all the dishes together to wash up, she noted that her cramps had eased considerably, probably due to the warm bath, the medication and her satiated appetite. Soap forming soft suds under her fingers, Nobara surprised herself by humming slightly.

Nanami had certainly turned out to be different than she'd expected. From the little she'd seen of his interactions with Yuuji, she had assumed that he was quite a cold person.

She remembered, in that moment however, that Yuuji had never had a single bad thing to say about Nanami. Granted, Yuuji was one of the most accepting and easy-going people she knew, but there was a certain admiration and respect evident in his voice when he spoke about Nanami that she hadn't noticed in his descriptions of other people.

She was beginning to see why.

Leaving the dishes to dry on the rack, she poured out the remaining tea and carried the cup to her room. The porcelain was warm, steady and comforting between her fingers, like his eyes had been in the dim light of the kitchenette. She had never seen him without his glasses before.

Growing up in that small village, Nobara had learned to prize a particular quality above all others, one that she would now add to the growing list of words she could use to describe Nanami Kento.

Kindness. 

[atleastpleasetelephone]

I just want to say how good your stories are and I really love them they are so detailed and good!.. I wanted to request a fic. Nympho reader trying to get Elvis's attention ata family and friends dinner (the memohis mafia, their wives yk) but he denies her until he can't take it anymore and drags her off to the bathroom and fucks her hard and makes her be quiet. 🙏🏼

Maneater

A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long! I've been thinking about it on and off for a while now, and finally got something written down.

Pairing: Elvis x nympho!reader

Word count: 2.3K

TWs: Infidelity, name-calling, spanking, rough sex, mirror sex, reader is gagged, degredation kink, praise kink, a handjob, p in v sex, also probably should mention the appearance of Lamar's dick, might need a warning...

Elvis fixes you with a stern look as he tells you yet again that this is a nice dinner and you’re not to do anything to mess it up. What he means by that is that he doesn’t want you winding him up at the dinner table. He’s never met a girl like you. You’re desperate for it, all the time. He can’t keep up. Perhaps he could have, in his 20s, but not now he’s 34. He gave up trying to please you with his hands and mouth and dick all the time - his jaw started to ache and he’s getting worried about his fingers anyway from all the karate. The less said about his dick the better. He’d eventually caved and bought a vibrator, something to make you cum a few times in a row and hopefully shut you up. When that stopped being a guaranteed cure he decided he couldn’t take it anymore and broke up with you. He’s never broken up with a girl before (they usually do the leaving) and it was difficult. Made even more difficult by him finding you sucking Jerry off, not more than an hour later. So he’d taken you back, out of jealousy really, he supposes.

“You’re going to be a good girl, right?”

You twist a few strands of hair around your finger and tilt your head to the side. It’s not that you don’t want to be good. You just have these urges, and they don’t really seem to be stoppable.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He walks the few steps between you and pinches your cheeks with his fingers. “Right?”

You nod enthusiastically. “I’m going to be a good girl.” Already you’re squeezing your thighs together. He really needs to learn that you find all of this such a turn on that it’s just making the whole situation worse.

“Good. Let’s go downstairs.”

***

You manage the first course without incident, but by the time the main dish is on the table you’re thoroughly distracted again. Elvis sat you to his left so that he could keep an eye on you, and he’s been careful not to touch you or even really look at you directly that much. But there’s so much sauce he keeps having to lick his lips, more than usual, and you can’t help but think about all the other places that tongue has been or could go… You wriggle about a little in your chair, getting some friction between it and your pussy, thinking about him eating you rather than the meatloaf.

Elvis notices your tell-tale movements and reaches one hand beneath the table to pinch your thigh, hard. You squeak, but you get the message and stop moving. He clears his throat and moves his hand back to the table, returning to his conversation with Joe. You take a few deep breaths and try to get your head back in the game. Eat dinner, ignore Elvis, be a good girl.

“How’s it going, pipsqueak?” Lemar asks, from your left.

“‘M not a pipsqeak,” you hum, fluttering your eyelashes and putting your hand on his thigh. So much for being a good girl.

Lemar grins. He doesn’t usually get a lot of attention from the ladies, but you’re the exception. And he likes you because you treat him just the same as you do everyone else - as a potential ride.

“Look like one to me,” he teases. “Enjoying your meatloaf?”

You shrug, putting down your fork. “Can think of some meat I’d prefer…”

Your hand wanders a little further up Lamar’s thigh, and then you chance a look over to Elvis, who is still studiously ignoring you. Well, if you can’t get his attention you’ve sure as shit got Lamar’s.

Lamar actually blushes at your words, looking nervously over at Elvis now himself. He’s going to get into trouble for this but it’s turning him on so he’s not sure if he cares. Elvis is deep in conversation with Joe and his wife and hasn’t noticed anything, so the other man doesn’t stop your hand as it continues its journey up his thigh, finally reaching his dick and giving it a friendly squeeze. He’s playing with fire now, but he just takes another mouthful of meatloaf as you unzip him one-handed and dip your hand into his boxers, starting to stroke him.

He tries not to choke on the food in his mouth at the sensation. Your little hand is very skilled, even at this weird angle, and suddenly he realises that you could make him cum at the dinner table. And you probably will, since consequences don’t really seem to bother you. Not that surprising, since all the guys know you sucked Jerry off and Elvis took you back anyway.

You’re already moving quickly, and you don’t bother trying to cover up what you’re doing that much. No-one notices though, busy chatting and eating and drinking, not paying any attention to you. You pout, almost to yourself, and then decide you have to do something to get some attention. You hate to be ignored.

“Elvis?” You drawl, lazily.

Lamar freezes. Why on earth are you doing this? This is worse than just making him cum at the dinner table, this is making him cum whilst Elvis watches. It’s a miracle no-one has noticed what you’re doing, and you want to Elvis to notice, of all people.

“Yes, honey,” Elvis replies, coldly, rolling his eyes.

Your hand is still working Lamar’s dick and he’s getting closer and closer to release. Now Elvis has turned to look at you, he knows he can’t try to pull your hand off him, that’ll make it too obvious. But he can’t let you keep going, that’ll make it even more obvious. He panics and so he does nothing, feeling his balls getting heavier as you keep jerking him. There’s no way that this ends well.

“Are you enjoying your meatloaf?” You lick your lips teasingly.

Elvis frowns a little, thinking that something about the way you’re sitting looks weird. Your shoulder keeps moving and… something about Lamar looks weird too. Suddenly it snaps into focus and he realises what’s happening. Around the same time as Lamar cums with a barely disguised moan.

“You little slut.”

He stands and grabs you by the arm, dragging you out of your chair and then behind him as he marches up the stairs. Lamar. Lamar of all people. And at the dinner table! He’s not sure he can keep seeing you but he can’t break up with you without teaching you a lesson first.

Lamar zips himself up and tries to look innocent, although it’s not long before the other guys figure out what happened, especially when they see the stains on his pants. It’s only the presence of the wives that keep them from really ribbing him at the table, but they can barely believe it. That girl Elvis is seeing really is some kind of nymphomaniac.

Your stomach flips and you feel yourself getting wetter as you struggle to keep up with him, first up the stairs and then into the en suite. He slams the door and then rounds on you, fury etched into his face.

“Ya really just gave Lamar a handjob at the dinner table? In my house? With me right next ta ya?”

You bite your lip. “‘M sorry, Daddy. I can’t help it.”

“You need to learn,” he growls.

And this is the problem. He thinks this is a punishment, but you’re just excited. You want to be taught lesson after lesson. You like it when he gets like this, a little out of control. You want him to fuck you like an animal and keep going way past the point of enjoyment. You want it to go on and on until you beg him to stop, and even then he continues.

He spins you around to face the big mirror over the bathroom sink, pushing you so that you bend at the waist, your little skirt flipping up to uncover your ass. Pulling your panties down and off, he stuffs them in his pocket and looks briefly at your reflection. You look back at him, big doe eyes and pouting lips.

“Maybe this’ll teach ya.”

He spanks you, hard, and you yelp. So he carries on, over and over again. You can feel his rings against your skin, making each slap sting even more. Little squeals fall from your mouth as he keeps going, your ass getting redder and redder.

“Shush.”

“Sorry Daddy,” you coo, trying hard to clamp your mouth shut and not make any more noise.

But he doesn’t stop hitting you, and it’s starting to get really sore, and you can’t help yelping again and then wriggling a little, a half-hearted attempt to get away.

“I told ya to shush.”

He grabs the panties and stuffs them into your mouth. You can feel your arousal running down your leg. Jerking Lamar off was worth it for this reaction.

He spanks you a few more times but he can see how turned on you are and he can’t pretend his dick isn’t aching right now too. Dragging a finger up the inside of your thigh, he brings it up, wet, to his lips and lets you see him lick it.

“Dirty little girl,” he hisses.

You moan around the panties, drool pooling around them and starting to spill out of the sides and into the sink. He looks into your eyes and… you look… happy? He can’t understand it. After that spanking, the way he’s humiliating you, the panties in your mouth… how can you be happy? He unzips his pants and takes out his dick, pushing it inside you hard and fast. You groan at being so full so quickly but your wetness means he slides in no problem, you’re so ready for him. Even more than usual.

He grunts as he starts to thrust into you, one hand on your hip and the other in your hair, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail. Your hips bump the sink with every thrust and you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow. You’ll probably have a bruised ass, too, with the beating he gave it. You moan again, pleasure rippling through your body as he pulls your head up and arches your back, his dick hitting somewhere delicious inside you.

“Nasty little slut,” he groans, pulling your hair some more. “Look at yourself.”

You look at yourself in the mirror, hair everywhere, mascara running down your red cheeks, saliva spilling over your chin. Then you look back at him and his eyes look wild, almost black with lust and fury, his face flushed and his lip curled into a sneer. He briefly lets go of your hip to pull the panties out of your mouth, letting them fall into the sink.

“What d’ya look like?”

“A nasty little slut, Daddy.”

His eyes roll back in his head as he starts to pound you, wanting to somehow fuck this out of you. You’re such a damn frustrating little girl. So obedient when you’re taking his dick, and so goddamn wayward when you’re not.

His dick keeps rubbing that place inside you that you like so much, and you know you’ve got to be almost there now. But you can’t just cum without permission. You could jerk Lamar off without permission, but cumming was a whole different story.

“Daddy, I need to cum.”

“Ya always fuckin’ need ta cum. That’s the problem with ya.” He snaps.

“Mmmm. But now. Please. ‘M so close.”

“Fine,” he huffs, and the result is almost immediate, your walls are pulsing around him, squeezing and squeezing.

You scoop up the soggy panties from the sink and put them back in your own mouth, so that the noise you make as you cum on his dick is muffled. But he still hears it, and still sees your face contorted in ecstasy in the mirror, and combined with the way you’re squeezing him there’s nothing he can do but cum too, hard and deep inside you. He groans, staggering backwards and then managing to sit himself down on the toilet lid, legs spread, head thrown back. Fuck. That was good. You were a damn good fuck.

You spit the panties out of your mouth then straighten, legs like jelly, before turning around. Seeing him there with his dick still out of his pants you can’t help yourself. You kneel down between his legs and start to lick him clean. His head slowly moves forwards and he stares down at you, incredulously.

“What’re ya doin’?” There’s a softness in his voice now, and he finds himself stroking your cheek with his forefinger.

“Bein’ good,” you tell him, licking a final stripe up him and then looking up at his face. “Hoping for round two,” you add, more honestly.

He shakes his head. “Little girl, you are insatiable.”

You nod. “I know. Sorry, Daddy.”

He sighs and pulls you up into his lap. “What am I gonna do with ya?”

Your arms slip around his neck and you look at him with those big doe eyes again. “Spank me? Teach me a lesson? Fill up all my little holes?”

Elvis blushes at your filthy mouth, even after the things he’s just said and done to you. He shakes his head again.

“It’s this big hole,” he says, pinching your cheeks with his thumb and a finger, and then pressing his forefinger to your lips. “That keeps gettin’ ya in trouble.”

You nod sagely. “I know. Probably best to fill that up too.”

He can’t help giggling. There’s something adorable about you, even if you are the filthiest girl he’s ever met. You giggle too. You like this, this attention from him. Even though he’s not fucking you or spanking you, you like him up close and intimate like this.

He kisses your temple and then makes a decision.

“Alright. To hell with this dinner. Get on the bed and I’ll shut ya up properly this time.”

***

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[yesimwriting]

can we get a felix angst where its not like felix causing the angst its the reader 😭 i dont know if I worded that correctly.but it’s always felix making the reader sad so maybe the other way around?

a/n we are giving felix a rough day >:)

i love queue,, i'm posting this and babysitting at the exact same time hehehe

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Three songs. You've been sitting at the bar, undivided attention focused on a guy that walked up to you for three songs.

You place your elbow on the bar's surface, angling your head upwards so that it's easier to direct a grin at the stranger. The guy takes a partial step forward, his hand settling on the counter, about an inch away from your skin. Felix can feel some muscle in his law lock. Three and a half songs now.

"You okay?" Annabel's voice is warm against his skin, soft and yet still clear despite the heavy music.

Felix lets his eyes fall shut, his hand settling against Annabel's side. The odd, hollow feeling creating a pit in his stomach has to be a result of the influx of alcohol in his system. Or maybe he's over extended himself, one too many parties and social activities during a week in which he had to complete several, time consuming assignments.

Your distance isn't making these things easier, which is an okay thing to feel. It's even a fact he feels no shame admitting to himself. You're his friend--his best friend--and the two of you came here together. It's only natural for Felix to feel irritated at the thought of being so casually dismissed.

There's also the usual, completely understandable, worry. You're a girl...and while Felix knows you're capable, strong willed, and brilliant, he also understands how guys are.

Sure, Felix might not know that particular guy, but that doesn't mean Felix can't see right through him. Nice hair cut, confident stance, a familiarity in the way he looks at you...

Felix opens his eyes. "I'm fine." He gently squeezes Annabel's hip. "You need another drink?" His eyes land on you. You're giggling now. Beaming. "I'm getting one."

His hand drops back to his side. Annabel's lips pull into a frown. "Sure. I'll have whatever."

He nods once, the motion absentminded as he walks forward. The crowd is a mesh of enthusiastic bodies, packed together too tightly on a too small dance floor. They don't seem to mind, too distracted by the discounted drinks and the prospect of the long weekend the deal is meant to celebrate.

Felix approaches the side of the bar you're sitting at even though the bartender's closer to the other side. He has all night.

He doesn't need it. After a few seconds, there's the squeak of a shifting barstool and something warm touching his forearm. "Lex." Your name for him slips past your lips enthusiastically. You grin at him. "You're here."

Felix's irritation is still sharp enough to make him consider gently pulling his arm away from you, but your touch is so assured and oddly settling. He also likes the thought of you being so willing to hold onto him in front of that guy. "Needed a drink."

You briefly press your lips together, a hint of uncertainty tinging your expression. "I could've brought you one." You let your hand fall away from Felix before crossing your arms on your lap. "And Annabel--she's with you, right?"

There's something pressed between the syllables of your secondary comment that Felix doesn't get. You and Annabel seem to like each other well enough, chatting comfortably during group get togethers. And it's not like Felix was ignoring you to talk to her, you wandered away and Felix ran into Annabel. "You seemed busy."

Your eyebrows pinch together. "Oh, I'm being rude." You shake your head once in an attempt to dismiss any social missteps. "Felix, this is James..." You turn your head, smiling at the guy that's been patiently waiting for this. "And James, this is Felix."

James isn't the first guy to accidentally stumble onto you. They have enough in common to be interchangeable. They all look at you the same way, like you're something to take. They don't think to approach you until late enough in the night to assume that you've had a few. However, there's one thing that unites them more than anything else, and that's the way they react to Felix.

As soon as it's clear that you and Felix are friends, that you're close, they're doing all they can to silently promise that they meant to offense. That they didn't know. That their intentions were perfectly innocent and would have never manifested themselves as anything if they had known that they were treading on unsafe ground.

"James is in my anatomy class." So he already knows you. "And Felix is my friend."

"Best friend." That's the comment that usually does it.

Felix studies James's reaction. There should be something indicating some form of regret or inferiority. Instead, James straightens his spine and tilts his chin upwards a fraction of an inch. There's something determined in the look. "Felix. Nice to meet you. Your friend's talked a lot about you."

The pit in Felix's stomach expands into a chasm. He had never let himself consider the possibility that someone would take you away from him.

You're a relationship person. If this were to go further than a bar chat, it'd turn into more than that. James would fall for you, because who wouldn't? And that--that'd be it.

A boyfriend wouldn't let you sleep in his bed. A boyfriend wouldn't let you get away with a few just because kisses at the end of long night outs. A boyfriend wouldn't understand the two of you enough to let things stay the same.

"Yeah," Felix manages, "Nice to meet you, too." He straightens, his posture reaching a rigidness that's usually reserved for formal events back home. "Y'know she's never really mentioned you, and I'm around her enough to know."

You throw him a look. "We were just talking about how we haven't really talked much this semester."

"Not a lot of room for conversation between labs." James extends a hand, his fingers brushing against your arm. "Though you wouldn't know that watching this one." James tilts his head in your direction. There's a fondness in his expression that has Felix's stomach turning. "Want to see stable hands? Watch her dissect a cat."

Felix doesn't miss the way your expression instinctually sours. Anything that involves cutting into something that once was alive makes you a little nauseous. He's had to subtly comfort you after more involved labs, smoothing circles against your back and assuring you it was all for a good cause.

"Y'know the only reason she's fast is because cutting into animals makes her a little sick." You angle your head upwards to frown at him. The amount of heartache dissection based labs bring you has always embarrassed you. "But I know what you mean, steady hands."

You tilt your head, squinting your eyes slightly in confusion. Felix doesn't think he's said enough to upset you, but then again, who knows what kind of image you want James to hold onto?

There's no way James from intro to anatomy knows you the way Felix does. There's no way he ever could. Letting go of desired perceptions is at the heart of your friendship.

"Let's get a round."

You pull your arm away from the counter. "Lex, we can--"

"C'mon." Felix keeps his voice as harmless as possible. He places a hand on your shoulder, thumb instinctually dragging against the side of your collarbone. "Let me get to know your new friend, Lovie."

James taps his fingers against the edge of the bar. "Yeah," he mumbles, "We're all friendly."

You don't ease, but you also don't say anything or attempt to push Felix's hand away. He waves down a bartender, ordering something from the top shelf.

Felix briefly thinks of Annabel and his promise to bring her something. The bar's too crowded for him to wave her over without leaving, and if there's one thing that isn't an option now it's that. She'll find them if she feels like it, and either way, she's not the type to be bothered by that kind of thing.

James downs his shot with an ease that has Felix wanting to roll his eyes. You're fighting against a grimace, the way you usually do when drinking certain hard liquors without anything to follow. Despite his irritation, Felix still smooths circles against your back.

One round turns into another, which eventually turns into a third. James is chatty, comfortable and unflinching in his place by your side. Something about James's inability to take a hint makes it harder to keep the drinking lighthearted.

"'Nother round?"

You shake your head, the motion exaggerated and sluggish. "I'm out."

The reaction is too tired and genuine to be a sign of anything else besides you having a little more to drink than usual. Felix should take it as a sign to let any passive aggression go. You'll be crawling into his bed, in one of his T-shirts, by the end of the night. There won't be any reason to worry about James then, when he gets to smooth back your hair and brush his fingers against your skin without concern.

But rationality feels too distant for Felix to grasp onto, especially with that gnawing feeling still attacking his stomach. "Come on, Lovie, you don't want to tap out early in front of your new friend."

Leaning back into your seat, you look at Felix openly. For a fleeting moment, there's something unnervingly sober behind your eyes. He can feel you seeing right through him. "Are you okay?"

Felix blinks. "Why wouldn't I be?"

You prop your head up on an elbow, eyebrows pinching together. The haze of alcohol's pulling at you again. "You seem...weird."

He doesn't have a good response. There's no good way to describe the unease that's making it hard to just stand there. Maybe tonight should've been a dorm room night. The two of you could be reading together right now or listening to music or falling asleep to some movie.

"I'm tired."

You frown. "You want to go?"

The thought of leaving with you, of ending this interaction all together is more comforting than the thought of going to bed. "Think so."

You reach forward, not quite reaching Felix's hand but coming close enough for him to get the hint. He intertwines your fingers.

You turn your head to look over at James. He frowns, feeling the impending rejection. "Felix is all grown up, I think he can get back to his room by himself."

"We came here together." There's a sharpness to your voice that has Felix easing slightly, like the thought of ever leaving him to fend for himself is inherently ridiculous.

"Yeah." James presses his lips together into what isn't quite a smile. "I'll see you around."

Felix squeezes your hand. You push yourself to stand. "Yeah, I'll see you."

The two of you stumble out of the nightclub and into a much quieter, stiller world. The moon illuminates the street more than the few streetlights.

You two are walking so close together it's hard to tell who's supporting who. You're leaning against him, but Felix's hold on you is so tight he's not sure he'd be able to walk straight without you. He decides it doesn't matter.

Felix stops walking. It takes you a second to still. Even though you're only half a step ahead, you still turn around fully. Before you can say anything, Felix leans forward, pressing his lips against yours.

It takes you a moment to catch up with what's happening, but once you do, you lean into it. Felix pulls away slowly, his teeth dragging against your bottom lip.

"What was that about?"

Felix can feel the answer in his bones. He wanted to kiss you to prove to himself that he could, that nothing had changed. Instead of admitting that, he shrugs. "You, I guess."

You laugh, tugging on his arm to get him to start walking forward, "You're drunk."

"And you love me."

You roll your eyes. "Very much."

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[writer-komaru]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Pact Marks Headcanons Ꮚ♥ꈊ♥Ꮚ

✧Rating: Fluff, slightly suggestive, Satan and Lucifer’s are kinda hurt comfort

✧Characters: Lucifer, Satan, Leviathan, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

✧Word count: 9.7k

✧Summary: how the boys would react if you asked to make a pact with them and get their seal.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Beelzebub - (lvl of difficulty: 4/10 | placement: stomach or shoulder)

✧ out of everyone, I think he would be the most willing to make this kind of pact.

✧ pacts are a heavy subject so he has his apprehensions, but there’s no way he can deny you if you ask him with that adorable smile of yours.

✧ (especially if you offer him his favorite food)

✧ you already have his heart, why not his being as well?

✧ he might ask you why you’d want to make a pact when he’s already willing to do whatever you say,

✧ but at the idea it would make you two closer, he’s enthusiastically asking if he can give you his seal right there and then.

✧ he just cares about you so much it’s so cute.

✧ his go to spot would be somewhere either on your stomach (of course) because it’s one of his favorite parts of you or your shoulder because that’s the usual spot for tattoos, why not a seal instead?

✧ as he uses his powers to engrave his personal seal of gluttony into you, he can’t while the goofy smile off his face.

✧as soon as he’s done he hugs you close to his chest and tells you how important you truly are to him.

✧ whenever he sees you wearing something that flaunts his seal, he gets so happy inside he can’t help put run up to you and spin you around in the air.

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♥ “Hey Beel, there’s something I wanna ask you,” you walk up to him and rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Mm? What’s up, MC?” He tilts his head to give you a confused look.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, and I think I’m finally ready. We’ve known each other for a while, right?” You take a step back and grasp his hand in yours.

“We have…” he looks down at your hands, holds his own and then back into your eyes, “I’m still confused.”

“Give me a second to find the right words…” you take a deep breath, “Would it be alright if we had a pact together?”

“A… pact? Wait, really?!” His eyes widened in surprise. He genuinely thought you were going to say literally anything in the whole world besides that. “A-are you serious?!”

“Shit, did I say it too soon? I know it’s personal, maybe I should have waited longer,” the worries you were suppressing begin to fill your mind.

“N-no it’s alright it’s just,” he chuckles slightly, “I never expected you to ask about something like that. Pacts are a bit of a sensitive topic. But, I’m fine with talking about it if you’d like. Since it’s you…” He blushes slightly and looks away. Has he…

“Have you… thought about making a pact with me before?” You asked with such an innocent sounding voice that his whole face erupts in a hot blush.

“I might have a couple of times. I mean… I like you, after all. But you already know that… wait, am I blushing? Ah, this is so embarrassing…” he hides his face in his hands in defeat. It takes all the willpower you have not to tease him any further.

“It’s alright, Beel. How would you feel if I told you I have too? That’s why I’m here asking you this question after all. Just please, can I see your face again?” You gently rub a soothing hand over his shoulder. He hasn’t even made the pact yet and yet he already feels like he’s at your mercy. He drops his hands to his sides and looks at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. You can tell he wants this just as much as you do.

“You know all the details to pacts already, right? After giving you my seal, you’ll be able to not only use some of my powers but I’ll also listen to any commands you give me, no matter what. But I'll return, you’ll be mine forever. Are you ready to make that deal?” His unwavering expression gives you the last piece of confidence in your decision you need to finally seal the deal.

“I’m ready. When I first met you after suddenly appearing in Devildom all those months ago… I already knew that you were all I ever wanted,” you give him a reassuring nod. He grunts and clutches his heart.

“A-are you alright?! Fuck, that was cringy, wasn’t it?” You internally scold yourself for saying something so cliche.

“No it’s- that was… that was so…” you hear him sniffle. When your eyes meet once more, you’re in shock. He was crying. His eyes sparkled and his cheeks looked so red he looked like he had a fever. “No one’s ever said something like that to me. I wasn’t ready.”

“I see… aww, Beel. You’re so cute,” you smile as you ruffle his hair.

“Mmph…” he hums in satisfaction, basking in the attention like a loyal puppy.

“Are you ready to make the pact now, Beel?” You ask sweetly as your hand returns to trancing gentle patterns on his shoulder.

“I think I am. But, where should I put my seal?” He looked to you for the answer.

“Well, where would you like to put the seal?” You tilt your head playfully.

“You’re giving me the honor? You sure?” His eyes widened. You nod as a confirmation and he chuckles, “well, if you really want me to pick… I’ll put it… here,” He gently lifts up your shirt and presses two fingers on the spot right above your belly button.

“This spot… I feel drawn to it for some reason,” He blushes as he watches his own fingertips trace a circle around the spot he’s chosen.

“Is it because it’s my stomach?” You chuckle.

“Not entirely… it’s just, when I imagine you with my seal right here… it makes me feel warm inside. Like… it’s the same feeling when I watch you wear my clothes around the house… it makes me feel like you’re mine, all mine.” He looks up at you with dilated pupils, ready at any moment to engrave his mark right into you. His expression practically begs you at this point. All it takes is a small nod and a smile and he likes up like a happy little puppy who was given the whole container of treats. He turns back to the spot his fingers are pressing against and lowers his head to it. He licks his lips, preparing to make the best decision of his whole life. Yes, he’s certain of it. You feel a slight tickle as his lips press against the skin right above your navel followed by a fuzzy tingle. The spot glows a beautiful golden orange and black, the faint outline of a sigil drawing itself deep into the cut face of your belly. Once the process is done, he takes a step back to admire his work. You look like the most gorgeous being in all of devildom and you can see it in his eyes with the way they twinkle. He smiles widely and pulls you into a tight hug.

“This… I just can’t believe it. This is definitely the best day of my life!” He can’t hide the tears that spill from his cheeks as he squeezes you tighter.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Leviathan - (lvl of difficulty: 4/10 | placement: any)

✧ Now Levi is a special case.

✧ It’s pretty much cannon that he’s a social outcasts. He spends pretty much every second of his life in his room either playing video games, watching anime, reading manga, or dusting his numerous anime figurines.

✧ he’s content with this lifestyle, but also longs for everything his brothers have.

✧ He always hears stories of all the all you can eat restaurants Beel has taken everybody (besides him) to, the casinos Mammon hangs out at with his poker friends, the clubs Asmo returns from with mysterious red marks on his neck, the tea Lucifer and Diavolo share on occasions to catch up, the gym Satan frequents and seems to even be making friends at, damn it, even Belphegor has mentioned babysitting with Luke and watching cartoons with him.

✧ It’s just not fair, completely unfair, that while his brothers are out living their lives, he’s left all alone with only the company of his anime girl figurines and his pet snake.

✧ (enough with the brooding, onto the hcs)

✧ That was until you became a part of his life.

✧ Instead of spending all his time alone playing games, he can do that with you and more.

✧ So the day you come up to him and ask to make a pact he honestly likes he’s either still asleep or misheard you

✧ there’s no way you, the wonderful, kind, and gorgeous you that you are, would as a nerd like him to make a pact with

✧ once the idea finally processes in his brain, he keeps bringing up how cooler, prettier, and stronger his brothers are than him.

✧ why him? There’s no way you truly mean him.

✧ but for the thousandth time you say you truly want him, he’s already in tears.

✧ he has no preference at all for seals, he already feels like the luckiest guy the world he even gets this opportunity.

✧ you honestly have to pick for him because he overheats at just the thought of placing a seal somewhere on your body.

✧ (please tell him a more private spot you’d like his seal and he will melt into a blushing mess)

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♥ “Levi, are you busy right now?” You poke your head into his ocean-like room to see him playing something on his computer. But as soon as your nickname for him leaves your lips his head snaps in your direction and he falls right out of his chair.

“OUCH- I-I mean,” He scurried over to you with a joyful smile and a bruised cheek, “No, I’m not busy at all! Do you need something?”

“I’m sorry for startling you, look, you have a bruise now…” you mutter sadly and you bring a soft hand up to his cheek to cup it. He shivers at the touch and his face lights up in an embarrassing blush.

“I-I-it’s fine, really, I-I’m fine!” He stutters and looks anywhere but you.

“If you say so. Anyways, I have something really important to ask you. Can I come in?” You look up into his flustered eyes.

“Oh! S-sure, if you’d like, absolutely!” He nods rapidly and moves out of the way.

Once you two settle down on some beanbags in the corner of his room where he normally reads manga, you can finally get to the reason you’re here.

“Levi, I have a really important question to ask you. Do you think you’re ready to hear it?” You cross your legs.

“Uh, y-yeah, of course! Is there something on your mind?” He tries his best to sound normal but you can hear the obvious shake in his voice. Though that’s pretty normal for him when he’s around you. (The dork-)

“I’ve been thinking about something a lot lately. We’ve been hanging out a lot and I’ve grown pretty close to you,” you blush slightly admitting that out loud.

He blushes even brighter, “Ah! G-grown close to- I-I mean- mph!” He slaps a hand over his mouth and nods for you to continue.

“I love the time we spend together, and I just… I like you a lot too. Do you think you’d be okay with maybe making a pact with me?”

His brain fills with millions of error screens. You.. like him? You want to… make a pact with him? Him?! Is he hearing you correctly?! There’s absolutely no way…

“Wha-huh?! F-for a second there… I thought you just… said you wanted to make a…” he swallows in nervousness, “A p-pact with me.”

“I do. Levi, I want to make a pact with you.”

“Hah… ahahah… I... I must be dreaming, right? Cuz there’s no way… a wonderful human like you would choose a demon like me… right?” His voice cracks with every word.

“Levi…” you reach for his hand, “listen to me clearly. I. Want. To. Make. A. Pact. With. You.”

“A… pact… with… me.. wait… WAIT REALLY?!?” Realization finally comes to him like the thunderous clap of lightning as he somehow finds a way to fall out of his beanbag chair and almost knock over the shelf filled with manga.

“Wait, me? You mean me, right? Is this a prank?” His wide eyes are glued to yours. It’s kind of amusing how taken aback he is.

“Heheh, yes you, Levi. Why is it so hard to believe?” You ask him with a light smile.

“H-have you even seen me?! I’m an otaku who locks himself in his room and plays video games all day. What part of me seems pact worthy?!” He motions to literally everything in his room that potently screams ‘never felt a woman's touch’.

“Have you seen my room yet? I also have a computer set up like you, a shelf I keep my manga and video games, and don’t tell anyone but,” you lean closer and whisper in his ear, causing his already blushing face to turn pure red, “I even have some AOT and Sailor Moon posters in my room. If that isn’t enough for you, maybe my ungodly collection of anime pins will do it for you.”

He was so caught up in his frenzy he completely forgot about those things. He really wasn’t much different from you.

“I… forgot about that…” he pants, trying to catch his breath.

“Do you feel a little better now?” You brush your thumb over his knuckles.

“Y-yeah… phew… my heart is pounding so hard right now…” He tries to catch his breath, and after a few minutes, he’s finally a lot calmer.

“What do you think? Would you like to make a pact with me?” You ask again.

“P-pacts are a huge commitment… I’ll basically be giving myself up to you..” He thinks about that for a second and clears his throat, “You know what, I’m fine with that…”

“Wait, really? You mean it?” You smile enthusiastically.

“Mhm, the idea of… being so close to someone where we literally give each other parts of our beings… it… it sounds like something good to be true,” he blushes, “I’d… really think that. Like… a lot.”

“Then do you want to make it official by giving me your seal?” You offer.

“L-like right now?!” He gasps slightly.

“Would that be okay?” You say in a softer voice.

“Uh- w-well, um… y-yeah, it would but…” His hand shakes in yours as his eyes wander to your body.

“Is there any spot in particular you’d like to put it?” You uncross your legs and lean back to give him a better view. He trembled even more, mouth completely dry. You really want his seal, not anyone else’s, and you want it somewhere on your beautiful body?! If he was in an anime his nose would be bleeding like a fucking volcano right now. He squeaks and jumps as you pull up your shirt a tiny bit to show your stomach.

“A-a-anywhere is f-f-fine!!” He yells as he covers his eyes.

“Come on, you won’t be able to place your seal if you can see,” he laughed softly.

“Y-you’re… right… uh…” his eyes look over your body again and lock onto your thighs. He’d ever admit this out loud but he really had a thing for thighs.

“Want it here?” You point to your upper thigh.

“I-I can?! I-I uh- d-damn it… I… I want to… but are you sure?” He gives you a worried look. He doesn’t want to screw up this once in a lifetime chance anymore than he already has.

“Mhm. Go ahead, I’m ready when you are, Levi,” you wait patiently for what he’ll do.

He nods to you and swallows dryly. He was really doing this. This was really happening. His mind buzzed loudly with exclamations of excitement and worry as his face grew closer to your thigh. This was something of pure fantasy to him as he pushed his quivering lips against your plush thigh. He couldn't even think clearly, let alone hold back from rubbing his hand over your other thigh. He knew he would wake up any second now, might as well enjoy it while it lasts. The spot he kissed illuminated with shades of turquoise and violet as his sigil of envy appeared. You started in awe as cute, little bubbles floated out from his magic.

“S-sorry, I-I-I’m a bit nervous…” He mumbled against your skin as he finished off the mark. As he sat up he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. It was his seal. He traces his thumb over it just to see if it was permanent.

“It’s… it’s real. T-thank you for this opportunity. I’m so, so grateful. I finally… won’t have to be alone anymore,” his face glistened with tears.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Asmodeus - (lvl of difficulty: 5/10 | placement: heart, thigh, or lower stomach)

✧ Asmo is a bit more… well, special.

✧ to him, pacts aren’t just a way of exchanging a deal of power between a human and demon, it’s literally equivalent to marriage.

✧ that’s why he’s been waiting so long to make one.

✧ no matter how many humans, demons, or even angels he’s been with, even if they seem like pure perfection, he still holds out hope his “soulmate” would one day waltz into his life and sweep him off his feet for once.

✧ it’s honestly beginning to bug him a bit

✧ that was until his eyes landed on you the first day you arrived in Devildom.

✧ he’s only heard stories of the power of love at first sight, but he’s never actually experienced it first hand

✧ and to say he was entranced would be an understatement.

✧ you became the target of his affection, no matter how crowded the area was or not.

✧ it could be sweet remarks about your outfit, soft touches on your shoulders or hips, maybe even a flirtatious comment here and there

✧ he’s never been this lovestruck by anyone before.

✧ and your reactions just strengthen his attraction.

✧ every blush, stutter, shiver, gasp, and whine sends deeper and deeper in love with you.

✧ so the day the idea of pacts comes back up, he knows the time, the moment he’s been longing for, is finally here.

✧ compared to the ones before, he’s a tad bit more demanding with his pact, maybe even border line possessive.

✧ he wants you all to himself, is that too much to ask?

✧ it won’t be one sided, he promises~

✧ his ideal spots to put his seal are your lovely thighs he loves to tease, your lower stomach he wishes to explore in due time, and your heart because you’ve already stolen his, why can’t he claim yours for himself, too?

✧ every time you pass by wearing something that shows off his beautiful pink seal, he can’t resist the urge to pull you into the nearest room and show you just how deep his love goes~

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♥ “Asmo? Could I come in please?” You knock softly on his door and wait for a response. What you're greeted with is, strangely, pure silence. You knock again a bit harder when suddenly you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

“You called?~” A teasing voice tickles the back of your neck.

“Ahhh!!” You jump and turn around to see Asmo’s sweet smile, “damn… you scared the life out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” he chuckles and pulls you closer to kiss your cheek, “Did you need me for something, my dear?”

“Could we go in your room for a second, there’s something important I wanna talk about,” you place your hands on his shoulders and look up at him.

“Sure,” he leads you into his beautifully detailed room and sits down on a chair that is hung from the ceiling by lush faux vines with vivid purple flowers and places you right on his lap.

“Is this comfortable for you?~” He wraps his arms around you once more.

“Mhm, very comfy. And your room always smells so good,” you bask in the lovely scent.

“Why thank you~ It’s a mix of the floral candles I like to leave around my room and my signature perfume,” he chuckles softly and points a few of them out.

“Are you sure that’s safe? You have a lot of flammable things in here,” you ask as you feel his hands trail up and down your waist.

“I always make sure to snuff them out if I leave them unattended, no need to worry. This might just be me, but I feel like you’re stalling about something,” he shifts you around on his lap so he can look into your eyes.

“Well, there is something I wanna talk about,” even though you’re super nervous, you do your best to keep eye contact.

“Then what’s on your mind? I’m always right here if you need something,” he tilts his head slightly.

“Well, uh… I’ve been thinking about something a lot recently and I think I should go ahead and tell you instead of keeping it to myself,” you take a deep breath, “do you like we could make a pact together?”

He gasps and you flinch. Could this have been too sudden? He always tells you each and every day how much he loves you and how happy he is to have met you, but you knew pacts were a bit of a tender subject for demons. You remember hearing about it from the others about how much of a combined burden and privilege it is for a demon. After doing research of your own you know that they're not totally wrong, yet you can’t help but find yourself longing for something like that.

“You want to make a pact?” He repeats, just to clarify what you said. You nod and brace yourself for his answer but you watch as his eyes fill with enough sparkles to create another galaxy.

His mouth stretches into a smile, “I’ve always wanted to find the right person to finally settle down with, but I thought it would just be a fantasy. Yet here you are, the most gorgeous and kind being I’ve ever met, sitting right here on my lap and asking me to make a pact with you. What do you think my answer will be?”

“Hopefully... a yes?” You smile nervously back at him.

“Nothing less than a perfect yes for my perfect human~” he kisses your forehead and hugs you close to his chest.

You giggle in relief and wrap your arms around his neck, “I’m so happy, I was worried you might say no.”

“And why would I say no, hm? Tell me your worries so I can shoo them away,” he runs his hands up and down your back.

“I was worried I asked too soon into our relationship,” you admit.

“Hehehe, of course not. You could have asked me the first day I met you and I’d say yes. I’ve always known you would be the first and only person I make a pact with, I just wanted to wait till you were ready. And now that you are…” You shiver as his hands creep up into your shirt, “Where should I place my seal…”

“H-hey, be careful where you’re touching,” you try to scold him but the blush on your face tells a whole different story.

“Don’t worry, I know my limits by now~” he giggles as he pulls his hands back and studies your body.

“I think it should go…” he traces a circle over your heart, “right here, where it belongs.”

“Aww, my heart? Is it because you want it all to yourself?” You chuckle.

“Maybe~ now, let’s take this off for just a few seconds~”

“Hey, wait!” There’s no way you could stop him in time before he swiftly pulls off your shirt and returns to drifting his hands up and down your now exposed waist. The touch has you shivering in both sensitivity and excitement.

“Are you ready for it? I’ll be gentle,” He gives you a playful wink before leaning to your chest. His breath feels so hot against your skin, you don’t know if it’s the thrill of the close proximity or him using some underhanded tricks with his powers but your mind is beginning to wander.

“Mhm…” you hum your consent and shiver as his soft lips lay a kiss right above your heart. You can feel your pulse spike as sparkling colors of rose and bubblegum pink swirl around the spot. Thousands of glittering particles twinkle as a magic sigil presents itself on your skin. It glows a few times before the cloud of glitter finally dissipates and what’s left behind is a prominent seal of lust.

“There, now it’s official. You’re all mine, forever and always. We’re going to have so much fun together, I just know it,” he whispers lowly in your ear and squeezes your waist, “you’re all I could ever want~”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Belphegor - (lvl of difficulty: 5/10 | placement: thigh or shoulder)

✧ now Belphie’s a lot more laid back when it comes to pacts

✧ yeah, he knows how meaningful they are and all the abilities it grants to the receiving end and blah blah blah

✧ he’s heard way too many speeches from Lucifer to really care

✧ if anything, they sound more like a burden

✧ he’s perfectly fine just laying in bed all day and occasionally getting up to grab a snack

✧ even when you’re in the picture, the thought of pacts never really crosses his mind

✧ you have to be the one to ask, but be careful to catch him at the right time

✧ if you wake him up to tell him about making a pact he will growl at you and go right back to sleep

✧ the best time to ask if when he’s either getting a snack or just spending some quality time with you.

✧ he will be pretty confused why it would matter

✧ aren’t you two close enough? Why do you need his seal to prove it?

✧ but it doesn’t take long to convince him

✧ he may not show it as outwardly as his brothers, but he does really, really love you

✧ that’s why you’re his favorite place to take a nap, after all.

✧ he doesn’t care much about where to put his seal, any place you want is fine with him, but if you beg him to pick it himself, he would eventually settle on your thighs or shoulder since he spends so much time laying against them when he decides to take a nap.

✧ when he’s snoozing he he sees the seal, his seal, on your skin, he’s sleepily nuzzles against it and quickly fall asleep.

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♥ You’ve been looking everywhere for Belphie to no avail. He’s not in his shared room, any of his brother’s rooms, the common room, planetarium, dining room, music room, study, or even kitchen. You’re starting to wonder if he snuck off because of everyone being loud and fell asleep in the forest. Before you get on your hiking boots you decide to check one more spot. You make your way up the large spiral stairs, crossing your fingers you have some luck on your side. As you enter the attic and feel a sense of relief wash over you as you spot is sleeping form curled up on the bed. You carefully tip toe over to him so as to not wake him up and watch as his chest lifts up and down. The urge to lean down and give him a faint kiss on the cheek is too strong to resist before heading right back down the stairs. If you were going to ask him the question you had been dwelling over for weeks, it had to be the perfect time, and waking him up just to drop a heavy question on him with a quick way to get nowhere quickly. Waiting a little bit longer was a much better idea. Letting out a heavy breath, you plop yourself down on one of the velvety cushions of the piano and decide to practice your skills for a while until you're sleeping beauty wakes up. It was barely 30 minutes later when you heard someone open the large doors of the music room.

“Mmmph… pretty…” Belphegor mumbles as he walks over to you, rubbing his eyes.

“You’re awake… how did you sleep?” You keep playing piano and give him a smile.

“Good,” he yawns.

“That’s good to hear,” you finish off the song and close the piano, “do you have a few minutes to talk about something?”

“Hm? I guess so. What’s up?” He tilts his head.

“Well, uh… could we actually go somewhere a little more private?” You ask with a nervous chuckle.

“Mhm… sure,” he nods.

You both walk hand in hand back up to the attic and sit next to each other.

“There’s something really important I’ve been thinking about lately. I’m not quite sure how you’ll react to it, so I’m a bit nervous,” you take a deep breath to steady your nerves, “here goes nothing. Belphie… can we make a pact together?”

“A… pact?” He tilts his head once more.

“Yeah,” you nod and swallow nervously awaiting his answer.

“Hmm… pacts are kinda tedious. I’d be giving you control over me. But, I trust you not to boss me around… so sure,” He consents as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Wait… really? You mean it?” You gently grab his hand.

“Mhm. I like you a lot, anyways,” he nods.

“Aw, Belphie… I’m so happy,” you giggle as you try to hold back your tears of happiness. He notices them forming at the corners of your eyes and reaches over to wipe them away.

“Do you want my seal now?” He asks.

“Mhm, yes please. Where should it go?” Your bright smile brings a light blush to his cheeks. His eyes trance over your exposed skin for the easiest place he can put it and soon choose a spot right on your shoulder.

He points at it and looks at you, “this spot okay?”

“Yeah, I like it. I can show it off proudly that way,” you giggle.

“Don’t say that…” his blush grows deeper as he hides it behind your shoulder.

“Does it make you shy?” You smirk at his flustered behavior.

“A bit…” he murmurs. You laugh it off and ruffle his hair. After a few seconds he lifts his head back up and makes eye contact with you, silently waiting for permission.

“I’m ready, Belphie,” you gently stroke his horns. He hums in satisfaction and presses a kiss to your shoulder. The spot shines for a few seconds as a sigil appears. After glowing with mute colors of blue and purple it settles down into your skin as an intricate tattoo.

“I like it…” his eyes twinkle with happiness.

“I like it too. I’m so glad I get to be so close with you,” you continue to pet his horns.

“Me too. Can I take another nap? With you this time. Now that you have my seal, I’m not letting go of you,” he wraps his around around your body and nuzzles his warm cheek against your newly formed seal.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Mammon - (lvl of difficulty: 6/10 | placement: neck or cheek)

✧ now this guy is a little trickster.

✧ whenever someone wants something from him you cannot convince me he won’t find a way to twist it into being compensated somehow.

✧ someone includes you.

✧ but he’s not a total scumbag, trust me.

✧ he may not like to admit it but he’s totally weak for you.

✧ you just have to find a way to open him up.

✧ but once you do you’ll see how giddy he is about the whole thing.

✧ yeah, pacts are a lot of responsibility, but the idea of having a permanent mark of him imprinted on your body makes him have the urge to flaunt you like a trophy.

✧ he’d agree just for that privilege alone

✧ his ideal spots are basically anywhere that’s hard to hide

✧ if he sees you trying to hide his (HIS) seal, he will take it as an insult and get all whiny about it.

✧ places like your cheek or neck sound perfect to him

✧ there’s no way his brothers will try to steal you away from him now that you’ve got his mark! (Take that!)

✧ also, you could be minding your own business and this guy will just walk by you while saying something like, “Your seal looks great, who’s it from?~” or “ It’s almost as hot as it’s owner~”

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♥ “Hey Mammon,” you softly tug on his sleeve to get his attention,” I need to tell ya something.”

“Hm? Need a favor from the mighty Mammon, now do ya?” He flaunts an extroverted smirk which almost sparkles in confidence.

“Well, no and yes, just follow me,” you motion for him to follow you into the nearby guest room. If only you knew to think before you speak as his devious smirk grows even wider.

“Oh ho ho~ I think I like where this is going~” he chuckles and follows you inside.

“Perv,” you give him a sharp chop on the shoulder.

“Hey, ouch! What gives- I mean, that was nothin’,” he shrugs his shoulders and looks away.

“Anyways, now that we are alone, there’s something serious I wanna talk about,” you sit down on the bed and pat the side next to you. He takes the seat next to you and sprawls out.

“What’s up? Here to tell me I need to give back Lucifer’s card again? Heh, I’ll save you the trouble. That bastard stole it back from me,” he wipes away fake tears.

“That's… not quite what I had in mind actually,” you chuckle at his antics, “it’s something a little more important than that.”

“More important?! Then my credit card?! No way, nothing can be as important as- Uhh…” he shuts himself up as you flash him a death stare, “C-Continue~”

“It’s about you and me, actually,” you run your hands up and down your thighs nervously.

“Me and you?” He sits up at the mention of yours and his relationship, “Tell me.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while and, well, I think it’s about time I get it off my chest. Mammon, could we make a pact together?”

The room goes silent as he blinks in confusion. Did he hear that right? Did you just say the word pact?

“P-PACTS?! FOR REA- ahem, I mean, you really want that?” He tries to hide his excited expression.

“I do. I’d understand if you didn’t want to give up on some of your freedoms, I know it’s a big commitment. But if you’re ready, I'd like to take that step with you,” you give him a sickeningly sweet smile and hold his hand in yours.

“W-w-well uh, u-umm uh,” before he can continue to stutter and make a fool of himself, he delivers a sharp slap to himself across the face, “I guess I could, but it depends on the price.”

“Price?” A tinge of hurt shines in your eyes that he would have the gall to even mention money in this kind of situation.

“Mhm, gotta have a price to get my quality services, of course,” he nods to himself before finally turning around and freezing at the wounded look on your face. He can tell he totally messed up big time, “Iiiiiiii mean, wow, look at that, it’s totally free now! On the house, just for you, my gorgeous sweetheart~ what prices? I don’t remember a price at all. I could never charge a dime from you, baby~ So pretty, so sweet, so-“

SMACK!!

He whimpers as now both sides of his face were red and swollen, but murmurs his apology, “Yeah, I deserved that.”

“Ready to be serious this time or do you need another one to help you think straight?” You lift your hand up again.

“No no no no I’m thinkin’ perfectly fine now, promise!” He raises his hands up in defense.

“Good,” you rest your hands back down on your lap.

“So, about this pact, I think it sounds pretty sweet. Just don’t think you can get anything like free money from it. Sadly, my powers don’t work that way. I’ve tried,” he shrugs sadly, “Now, to find the best spot to claim as mine~”

He looks over your body for a few seconds before lifting up your jaw and tracing his thumb over the middle of your neck.

“This could be quite a pretty spot. Oh, but,” he smiles against your cheek, “this spot could work too~ whatcha thinkin’?”

You can’t help but blush at how touchy he was being but you kind find it in you to push him away, “Any of those are fine.”

“Then I think I choose… right on your lovely cheek. That way everyone can see just how much you belong to the mighty Mammon. Ready to seal the deal? Hehe, get it?~”

“Heheh, yeah, I’m ready,” he laugh.

“Alrighty then,” he smirks one more time before pressing a sloppy kiss to your right cheek. You could feel the spot glowing in a golden light like shining gold. Even he was entranced by the sight but he could just be happy he got an excuse to kiss you. As soon as his seal of greed etched into your soft skin, he quickly steals another kiss directly on your lips.

“There, now you’re all mine~” He chuckles.

“I don’t think a kiss on the lips was needed,” you sigh in amusement.

“You know me, I just had to take a little bit more than I’m given. I know you enjoyed it too with how hard your blushing~ ya know, since we’re alone, I think your lips need a little bit more attention. I think I can help with that~” he gives you a flirtatious smirk that tells you you’re in for a long day.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Lucifer - (lvl of difficulty: 7/10 | placement: forehead or chest)

✧ you better plan ahead when asking Lucifer to make a pact

✧ he’s the avatar of pride not the avatar of charity

✧ he won’t even take the question seriously unless he’s known you for quite a while, and even then, it’s not guaranteed he’ll say yes

✧ to give up so much of his free will to a human no less

✧ but if your persistent enough without annoying him, he might just consider it

✧ just know there’s a very, very fine line you might accidentally cross, so prepare to step back if he gets actually upset

✧ though he’s usually not upset at you, it’s mostly the stress from his work and brothers

✧ he’ll apologize once he cools off, it’s pretty hard for him to stay mad at you for long

✧ he cares about you quite a lot and always wants to keep you safe and happy

✧ so if making a pact will really make you as happy as you say, he’ll give in.

✧ plus the idea of being the first and only demon you make a pact with kind of strokes his ego just a bit (not as much as Mammon though)

✧ rationally he believes a place that only he can see in private, a place that isn’t hard to cover, would be ideal

✧ it’s just he can’t push away the urge to put his seal front and center on either your neck or your forehead to show everyone you belong to him

✧ he knows it wouldn't be practical, but can you really blame him?

✧ having a stunning human like you looking like the epitome of beauty all the time makes him territorial, it annoys the crap out of him

✧ please let him mark you somewhere visible, he will cherish it every single day

✧ just prepare for a few more marks if he gets a little too caught up in the moment (he’ll apologize later with an embarrassed look on his face)

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♥ It's been about two months since you first asked Lucifer to make a pact with you. At first he immediately shot it down, saying something along the lines of “There’s no way I’d let a human get the opportunity to order me around like a dog” and walked out of the room. But after a lot of gifts, praise, and of course begging, his no turned into a not now. At least it’s progress? Any logical person would just give up by now, heck, even the other brothers were catching onto the situation. Mammon and Belphegor both suggested you drop the subject since if Lucifer was really the Lucifer they know, it would take a millennium of begging for him to give in. Even one millennium is way too long for a human like you. But not everyone was against it. At least you had Asmodeus as your cheerleader, saying a little change would be good for him. So each day you made it your goal to prove to him you were worthy of his seal, without being overly pushy, of course. Some days it was a rose with a notecard saying your name attached to it, other days it could be him walking into the dining room to find it totally spotless, and on special days you’d come to him in person and ask if he was ready. He wouldn’t admit this until much later but he found all your antics both amusing and irritating. Eventually it all came to a climax when he found you trying to replace the water in one of the flower pots in his office. His private office. It went a little something like this.

“MC?! What in hell's name do you think you’re doing in my office?!” Lucifer’s booming voice almost made you drop the vase of water you were holding.

“Ahh! Lucifer, I-I just wanted to-“ he quickly cut you off before you could explain.

“It doesn’t matter what your reasoning is, I didn’t give you permission to come in here. You’re supposed to do what we ask of you, not go around doing all of our chores like some sort of maid,” he growled with frustration. You accepted that there was no way you could talk yourself out of this situation and bowed before him.

“I’ll just leave you alone then. I’m sorry Lucifer,” you tried to exit the room but to your surprise his eyes snapped back towards you.

“Don't leave unless you are dismissed, damn it!” He exclaimed, snatching your wrist to stop you. In the commotion he forgot you were holding something fragile, which came tumbling to the ground and shattered in a dramatic crash along with your hopes in getting closer to Lucifer. Water and porcelain shards littered the ground haphazardly.

“Aghh! I-I, fuck, I’m so sorry, Lucifer, I’ll clean it up right away,” as you tried once again to leave the room, his large hand around your wrist yanked you back. His eyes turned from livid to shocked at his own actions. He let out a short grunt before letting you go get some cleaning supplies. Once you came back, you found that all the delicate sharps were gathered up and placed on the table to make your job a little easier but Lucifer was nowhere to be found. Next to the near pile of sharps was a small note, which read in large, fancy writing, ‘Not now.’ After that day, you decided to give him some time to himself to process his decision instead of trying to bend over backwards for him. Back in the present day, around a month after the vase incident, your heart almost jumped all the way out of your mouth as you read the cryptic message Lucifer sent you. All it read was ‘Come to my room. I’m ready.’ But that was more than enough to get you to sprint up the stairs and almost trample over a poor Leviathan trying to escape the wrath of an angry Satan. As you stood outside his room, you smoothed out your clothes and took a deep breath. This was the moment you were waiting for! As you stepped inside you were… pulled into a hug? By Lucifer?!

“I’ve been a total fool,” he sighed in disdain.

A fool?! Was this really the Lucifer you know or was this some sort of prank?

“Pardon me,” he stepped back and looked to the side in embarrassment, “Please, take a seat. There’s a lot I want to talk about.”

You both took a seat on his couch. He seemed to be fidgeting with his gloves quite a bit before finally breaking the silence.

“I want to start off by saying I'm sorry for the way I’ve been treating you lately. You may be our assistant but that doesn’t give me the right to yell at you and put my hands on you,” he stated shamefully, “I let my stress and sleep deprivation get the better of me. Nghh… I should have been stronger than that. Ahem, but that’s not the only reason I asked you to come here today. I’ve thought about your request for quite a while and I’ve come to the conclusion that,” he paused for a brief moment, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, “That I’d be willing to accept it. But, only if you can meet my demands.” It took you a few seconds to process what he said before your eyes exploded into a flurry of sparkling stars, much to Lucifer’s surprise.

“D-do you mean it? I, I can’t believe it, this is ama-” you catch a glimpse at his serious expression and pipe down. Although, this could have been your imagination, but you could have sworn you heard a faint chuckle from him.

“Allow me to elaborate first. A pact between a human and demon is considered an exchange of loyalty and trust. After the seal is placed, the demon will be forever at your mercy to any commands you give them, which includes but is not limited to tasks, information, and even the use of powers. In exchange, the human will also forever be with that demon and have to give the demon something they want as payment. The payment could be anything, but for the sake of giving an example, it could be money, an object of desire, a promise, or information. My demands go as follows. I need you to not only swear your loyalty to me, guarantee that you won't try to force me to do anything I’m not comfortable with, and…” he takes your hand in his, “allow me the chance to make you the happiest being in all of devildom.”

“I… I accept. Yes, yes of course I’ll accept! Lucifer… Thank you. Thank you so much,” you tried to stay strong but the overwhelming amount of joy made your eyes well up with tears.

Lucifer noticed it and chuckled, “Humans can be so emotional. But, since it’s you, I’ll allow it.”

He leaned closer and wiped away your tears, staring back at you with a look you couldn't describe as anything less than ethereal, “I’ll give you the privilege to choose the location of my seal to make up for all the wasted time I spent hesitating.”

You smiled up at him, “I’ve thought about it for a while and I’d like you to put it on my forehead.”

His eyes widened slightly, “You’re… forehead? And why is that?”

“Because, I know how important this is to you, ever since the beginning. What better place to put a mark of pride than a place everyone can see,” you pushed some stray hairs out of the way to give him better access.

You watched in slow motion as the stoic demon in front of you melted into a puddle of his former demon self. He put a hand over his mouth to try to hide his flustered expression but it was no use. His whole entire face was red.

“I… I see… ahem, well, I would have to agree with you. That spot would be per-” he corrected himself, “acceptable.”

He took a shallow breath before gently pulling you closer by grabbing your chin. His eyes drifted from your eyes to your forehead to down to your lips before snapping back up to their designated location. His lips moved closer and closer until you could feel them just barely tracing over your skin, sending shockwaves of electricity through your body.

“Are you ready?” He smoothed his thumb over your cheek.

You tremble slightly before nodding, “M-mhm.”

“I need to hear you say it,” he urged, causing you to let out a small whimper.

“I... I’m.. ready,” you murmured, giving him the confirmation he needed to finally press his lips against your forehead. You couldn’t see it very well, but you felt a light tingly sensation from the spot he was kissing. After a few seconds that felt like hours, he pulled away.

“Mmm…” he stared in awe at the mark he engraved on your skin, “After this, we’ll only grow closer. I hope you’re ready… because I’m not quite done yet.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Satan - (lvl of difficulty: 8/10 | placement: chest, neck, or back)

✧ out of all of the boys, as you might expect, he’s by far the most difficult one to make a pact with

✧ if you thought Lucifer was uncompromising, you haven’t seen nothing yet

✧ the moment you even say the word pact, he feels a fiery sense of annoyance take over him

✧ you’d dare try to get him to agree to letting you control him like some sort of puppet or servant?!

✧ if anyone’s a servant, it’s you!

✧ no human is worth his time, which especially includes you.

✧ after that, for the next few days, he will refuse to talk to you and send you on onslaught of death stares.

✧ everyone in the whole mansion feels like they're walking on eggshells even if they’re not in the same room as him

✧ give him some time to cool off, the time apart from you will slowly make him realize that he cares about you

✧ but this realization ain’t a pretty one

✧ he will constantly try to deny it, scoffing whenever someone mention his blush when you enter a room his in, knocking his brothers in the back of the head anytime they compliment you, suddenly leaving conversations with you when he feels his heart begin to beat too hard.

✧ he feels helpless, pathetic, and ashamed for falling for a human.

✧ he’s set on just ignoring these feelings for the foreseeable future, but…

✧ when he notices the way his brothers look at you with such endearment…

✧ a new flame of passion lights in him.

✧ there’s no way he’s going to them steal you away from him!

✧ he rushes back to you and suddenly he’s the one begging you to form a pack (not that you’re complaining)

✧ he won’t agree to placing his seal anywhere besides your chest, neck, or back.

✧ yeah, he wants to prove to his siblings that you’re his and his alone, but the idea of putting it somewhere only he can see is almost as tempting.

✧ just be wary of what you wear if he does decide to put it somewhere private because if it’s in view, brace yourself for the wrath of a very, very territorial demon.

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♥ You couldn’t stop the ache in your heart as you stood in front of Satan’s room. The handle called out to you, but just before you could reach for it, all the hurtful things he’s said to you flood your mind.

“You ignorant fucking waste of human flesh! To think you’d even dare to ask such a stupid question to me!! There’s no way in the entirety of hell I’ll make a pact with you!”

“Tch, still have the audacity to look me in the eyes after that stunt? Would rearranging your bone structure finally get your slow brain to understand?! The answer is NO!”

“Oh, cry as loud as you want. It’s not going to change the fact that your existence is pointless to any of us. We’d be perfectly fine without you.”

Your hand dropped to your side as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Why did he have to say such hurtful things to you when all you wanted was to get closer to him? Were you really just a worthless human in his eyes? With a heavy heart you made your way down the stairs and retreated into your room. As you collapsed onto your bed, you couldn’t fight off the tears any longer. It just wasn’t fair. Out of all the demon brothers to have a crush on, why did it have to be him? You were so stupid to ask something like that so early, you should have known better. If only, if only, if only. If only you could get back at him somehow. Suddenly, you heard a faint noise from your door, like something was being slid under it. You stumbled out of bed and peeked at the small note laying on the floor. It read, ‘Having love problems? Try making them jealous, they just might reveal their true feelings~♡’

You’re pretty sure you can guess who sent this note. But, trying to make him jealous didn’t sound like that bad of an idea. The only thing is how could you be certain he even had feelings for you to begin with? There was nothing you could do but try. And try you did. The very next day you made sure to look your very best, attracting some of the demon boys’ attention.

“Wow~♡ You look wonderful today, MC. Who’s the lucky guy? Is it me?~” Asmo chuckled.

“You? Hah! No way, they're definitely dressing nice for me,” Mammon pointed to himself and smirked.

“They do look really pretty today,” Belphie rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

You glanced over at Satan who was standing in the corner of the room scowling to himself about something. Your plan seems to be going perfectly!

“MC, uh, wanna play video games in my room?” Levi stuttered, obviously flushed.

“No fair, I can’t let you have MC all to yourself. Want to go to my room instead? I’m a lot more fun than Levi, trust me~♡” Asmo winks flirtatiously.

“What’s going on-” Beel entered the room and froze in place, “MC, you look gorgeous…”

“Back off, I saw them first!” Mammon snapped, reaching for your hand. Before he could make contact, it was slapped away by none other than… Satan?! He gave everyone a death stare before snatching your arm and pulling you down the hall and into the library.

“S-Satan, what are you-”

“Just shut it!” He snapped at you, quickly followed by a surprising, “sorry…”

“Aghhh… I just couldn’t take the way they looked at you. All wide eyed and blushing and shit. I wanted to punch them all!!” He slammed his fist against the top of a bookcase, thankfully not breaking it.

“This is so stupid, they’re so stupid… I’m so stupid…” he put a hand over his face and leaned against the wall. You inched closer to get a better view of his face but jumped back as an accusing finger pointed right at your face.

“It’s your fault! Ever since you first came here you’ve been making me feel weird and I hate it! I’m supposed to be a strong and mighty demon, but every time I…” He grunts in frustration. Just as he’s about to slam his fist against the wall, he stops himself.

“Look at me, I’m acting like a fucking toddler. Ugh… alright, fine. I’ll tell you the truth. But don’t you dare tell the others or you’re dead. Ever since you asked me to make a pact I’ve been having annoying thoughts.” He rubs his forehead with a groan, “But after a while I realized. I… I like you. It gets on my nerves but I like you. It’s so annoying how you make me blush when you smile, how my heart beats fast when you walk by, how much my skin burns when I see my brothers compliment you. Grrr… I hate all of this, but I can’t deny how… happy you make me feel when I’m with you… I’m done running away. If I keep it up I’ll lose my chance and someone will steal you all for themselves. I’m not letting that happen, not ever. So I’ll make you mind before my brothers even get the opportunity to take you away from me. Heh, that will rub it in their faces,” he removes his hand from his face, showing the devious smirk underneath. You had no idea where he was taking this but you liked where it was going.

“Imagine the look of disappointment on their faces when they see my seal on you. Hahah, that will show them…” he moves closer to you and puts his hands on your sides.

“So what will it be? Still up for making a pact with me?” He tilts his head.

You blush as your words fall out of your mouth haphazardly, “Uh, Y-yeah, yes, Mhm, a pact sounds great.”

“Good, because I’m not taking no for an answer at this point. I’ve been leaving you waiting for way too long. Now, where should it go… right here on your neck,” a large shiver wracks through your body as his arms squeeze tighter around your waist to hold you still. His lips trail down to the side of your neck, “Yeah, that would be a nice place. Nice and obvious. Hold still~”

“W-wait, please be gentle!” You beg.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He chuckles to himself, but when he sees your nervous expression, he backs down a little, “Ugh, fine, I guess I got no choice,” he rolls his eyes as he presses a deep kiss to your neck. The spot starts to sting slightly, but not enough to truly hurt. Out of the counter of your eyes you spot a vibrant green light and black crackles of energy.

“Mmm, and there, look at that. You’re all mine~” you feel him smirk against your neck as his lips suddenly move to the other side, “but I’m not quite happy with just one mark. I think 5 more should be enough to make it obvious who you belong to~”

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I’ve missed you guys so much! I hope this is some good food to make up for starving for so long :(

((Also, I tried to make it gn as possible but if there’s stuff that isn’t plz tell me I’ll try to fix it to make it gn :3))

[darlingofsatoru]

DRESS UP DARLIN’

⊹ synopsis: Various Jjk characters & how they’d react to you in certain halloween outfits.

⊹warnings: Implied fem!reader, very short drabbles, Reader uses makeup+ wears dresses in most, potentially ooc characters.

SATORU GOJO- ANGEL

Satoru can’t help but pause as you step out your room, eyes darting all over you shamelessly as you rummage through your handbag.

There’s only a few words that he can even think to describe you in that moment: Pretty, gorgeous, ethereal even..

“… I agr.. ee .. so I s— Satoru??” Your voice awakens him out of his thoughts, suddenly right in front of him.

He’s not even sure how that got past his senses but he lets out a content sigh, adjusting the collar on his outfit before beginning to admire your outfit once more.

An all white dress, no straps and a feather-like look to it along with matching wings

So this is why you told him to dress as a devil, matching outfits..

“…Huh, even prettier up close. I better keep you near today, huh, don’t want anyone stealing you!” He grins playfully, gently tugging you towards his embrace.

Halloween has always been fun but he’s sure it’ll be 10x better with you here.

RYOMEN SUKUNA- DEAD/CORPSE BRIDE

Truthfully, Sukuna has no interest in halloween.

It’s a silly tradition and he barely bothered to dress up, the only reason he did a little bit being you.

By barely bothered, he simply means that he’s wearing a light change of outfit that could probably be considered creepy (as if Sukuna himself isn’t scary enough) if you looked at it long enough.

Thinking of you, he groans as he gets up from his feet and goes to open his mouth to speak, stopping when he noticed you come into the room excitedly.

A white dress stained with fake blood (that doesn’t really look accurate to Sukuna, but he can appreciate the effect a bit, he supposes), not too long but also not too short for a wedding dress, paired with a classic veil covering your lipstick covered lips.

“Not half as bad as the deranged outfits most wear, I might even like yours, dare I say.” He smirks, enjoying the lift of spirit in your face from his words alone.

Maybe he doesn’t detest Halloween entirely..

YUJI ITADORI- WITCH

Yuji smiles widely, adjusting his top-hat excitedly.

He feels like Halloween was ages ago so the prospect of dressing up, especially with you, is great and has definitely put him into a good mood for the last week or so.

He actually wasn’t sure if a magician was scary but you’d suggested it could be, saying he could pull out weapons on unsuspecting bystanders (which, in his opinion, did sound pretty creepy).

“Hey, you okay in there?” He yells to you, rummaging the cupboard for the trick or treat buckets.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute!” You shout back, taking a few moments before you emerge with a broomstick in hand.

Yuji blinks for a few minutes once he catches sight of you but quickly smiles wider, waving enthusiastically.

He’s seen plenty witch costumes in his life but they don’t seem to compare with yours, the lovely black and purple dress having a matching hat and broomstick to come with it.

“Woah, a witch? That’s cool, the dark purple really suits you, you know?!” He immediately starts, gaining an appreciative smile from you.

He finds himself paying more attention to your smile, the pretty shade of purple once more showing but on your lips this time.

“Oh yeah, ah, I forgot to ask about the trick or treat buckets.. Where are they again?”

NOBARA KUGISAKI- NURSE

Nobara leans forward in the mirror, enjoying putting a bit more makeup than usual.

It’s not that she couldn’t but more that there’s no reason. What’s the point of being dolled up every day anyway, it’ll just ruin the fun of it!

So she works gently on her eyeliner, making sure not to smudge it whilst her mind wanders to what you’re doing..

Probably getting ready like she is or on your way here, likely the latter since Nobara happened to be a tiny bit later in getting ready today.

The doorbell goes before she gets to dwell on it, making a classic ‘ding-dong’ sound.

“One second, I’ll be right there!” She yells down the hall, quickly getting to the door and opening it.

It reveals just who she expected, you in a rather pretty nurse costume.

“I’ll grab my bag and we can get going!”

This Halloween is definitely gonna be the best, Nobara thinks.

CHOSO KAMO- VAMPIRE

Choso crosses his arms, embarrassment itching on his face at dressing up in general.

Being half-curse meant he didn’t do these things much if not at all, getting into a skeleton jumpsuit-like outfit.

“You still sulking?” Your voice echoes the hall immediately, his face picking quickly.

You’ve always known how to calm him, even unintentionally..

“It’s just a bit itchy, I’m not sulking.” He replies, pulling at the sleeves.

You nod in understanding, meeting his gaze as he finally looks up.

“…Ah.” He murmurs, eyes trying to be discreet as he studies your outfit.

A classic vampire suit, coloured black and red with a large collar.

“Do you think it’s alright? It took ages to find an eyeshadow to match the shade of red.” You sigh, gesturing to your eyes.

Choso nods, embarrassment seeping onto him as he notices he has a small blush engulfing his cheeks now.

“I think it’s more than alright,” He says, pushing the skeleton hood up.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO- BLACK CAT

Megumi sighs, growing bored of the high volume of noise rather easily.

He’d been dragged to this party by Nobara and Yuji to have some fun but it was anything but so far, having only felt bored the whole night.

Plus there was the fact you were apparently going to show up, likely dressed up like most people at this unpleasant party are.

“Megumi, hey!! You look pretty gloomy, you know?” A familiar voice awakens him out of his thoughts, revealing itself to be you immediately.

“I almost thought you weren’t coming.. Not that I blame you, it stinks like alcohol and sweat in here.” Megumi breathes out, taking a quick glance at you before avoiding your gaze and outfit entirely, cheeks too likely to heat up in front of you if he looked straight at you.

You chuckle and shrug, “I sort of expected something different but it’s not too bad, might loose my cat ears here though.”

He nods, he wouldn’t be surprised if anyone lost something in here, there’s people all over the place.

“So.. Wanna step outside? It’s pretty warm, you look like you’re melting.” You suggest, gaining a nod of approval from Megumi.

Maybe it isn’t so bad, at this overcrowded party, he’ll need to make sure to keep an eye out for your cat eats though..

A/n: First work, hope it’s not too boring!! Might not post for a bit after this but I do have a few drafts :D

[ju-berry]

FANFICTION Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Abbott Elementary had its fair share of chaotic teacher meetings, but the energy tonight felt different. Ava had somehow convinced the staff to turn the usual, mundane meeting into a casual after-hours hangout. Teachers gathered in the school lounge, the room filled with laughter and conversation as they exchanged stories over drinks and snacks.

Melissa Schemmenti sat at her usual spot, half-listening to Janine’s overly enthusiastic chatter while her eyes kept drifting toward the new music teacher from Rio de Janeiro—you.

You had only been at Abbott for a few weeks, but in that short time, you’d already made quite an impression. With your effortless charm, musical talent, and that thick Carioca accent, you seemed to capture the attention of everyone in the room, including Melissa.

“Melissa, girl,” Barbara’s voice cut into her thoughts, pulling her back to the conversation at hand. “You’ve been staring at her all night. If you don’t make a move, someone else might.”

Melissa shot Barbara a look, trying to play it cool. “What are you talking about? I’m just… observing.”

“Observing?” Ava’s voice chimed in from across the table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Honey, you’ve been devouring her with your eyes. It’s embarrassing.”

Melissa groaned, leaning back in her chair. “I’m not—okay, fine, maybe I’ve been looking. But it’s not like I can just waltz over there and… what? Ask her to dance?”

“Why not?” Barbara said, taking a sip of her drink. “A little courage never hurt anyone. She’s new in town, probably doesn’t know many people.”

Ava smirked, leaning closer. “Yeah, and with that accent of hers? I’m surprised you haven’t already whisked her off to a romantic dinner. Just look at her. She’s practically waiting for someone like you to make a move.”

Melissa shook her head, though her eyes flicked toward you again, watching as you animatedly spoke with Jacob and Janine, your laughter like music to her ears. The way you moved, the way you spoke—it was captivating.

As if sensing her gaze, you looked over at Melissa, catching her eye with a soft smile that made Melissa’s pulse quicken.

Barbara nudged her gently. “What are you waiting for?”

Ava added with a grin, “Go, girl. Let her know you’ve been devouring her just like that Djavan song.”

Melissa raised an eyebrow. “Eu Te Devoro? You know Djavan, Ava?”

Ava flipped her hair dramatically. “Please, I know everything. Now go before I make my move.”

With a sigh, Melissa stood up, straightening her jacket as if preparing for battle. Barbara gave her a reassuring nod, while Ava mimed pushing her toward you. She could hear Eu Te Devoro playing in her head, the words echoing with a meaning she couldn’t ignore.

“Você me tem inteiro e assim tem o que é seu

E eu te devoro…”

She walked across the room, her heart racing a little faster with each step. By the time she reached you, she was surprised to find herself actually feeling a little nervous—Melissa Schemmenti, nervous. Who would’ve thought?

“Hey,” she greeted you, her voice slightly rougher than intended. “You mind some company?”

You looked up at her, your smile warm and inviting. “Not at all. I was hoping you’d come over.”

Melissa blinked, caught off guard. “You were?”

You chuckled softly, tilting your head. “I’ve noticed you watching me for a while now. I was starting to wonder if you’d actually talk to me or just keep staring.”

Melissa cursed under her breath, but you laughed, easing the tension. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s kind of flattering, actually.”

She shifted on her feet, her confidence slowly returning. “Well, if you know I’ve been watching, then I guess I don’t need to play coy.”

You shook your head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “No need at all. I like it direct.”

“Você que é feito de azul

Me deixa morar nesse azul

Me deixa encontrar minha paz…”

Melissa felt something stir inside her, that same pull she’d been feeling since you arrived at Abbott. The lyrics of the song seemed to wrap around her thoughts, drawing her closer to you.

“So, I’ve been thinking…” Melissa started, her voice dropping slightly. “Maybe you’d like to grab a drink sometime. Just us. No Jacob, no Janine. Something a little more… personal.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Are you asking me out, Melissa?”

She smirked. “Depends. Are you saying yes?”

You let out a soft laugh, stepping a little closer. “I think I am.”

For a moment, the noise of the room faded into the background, and all Melissa could focus on was you. The way you looked at her, the way the air between you seemed to hum with possibility. She could already hear Djavan’s voice echoing in her head, the words of Eu Te Devoro swirling in the atmosphere around you both.

“Te devoraria

Tal Caetano a Leonardo DiCaprio

É um milagre… tudo que Deus criou pensando em você.”

“Great,” Melissa said, her voice low and warm. “Then it’s a date.”

Before she could say anything more, Ava’s voice boomed from across the room, “Finally! Took you long enough, Schemmenti!”

Melissa shot her a glare, while you laughed softly beside her. “Looks like your friends are rooting for you,” you said, amused.

“Yeah, well,” Melissa grumbled, though her heart felt lighter. “They’ve been giving me a push all night.”

You smiled at her, and for a moment, everything felt right. “Then maybe we should thank them later,” you said. “After our date.”

Melissa’s heart skipped a beat, and she found herself nodding. “Yeah. After.”

And as the night continued, the promise of what could be hung in the air, wrapped in the melody of Djavan’s song, just waiting for its moment to unfold.

”

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - PART 10

After what happened with Katsuki, I couldn’t shake off the embarrassment. The memory of his intense gaze and the warmth of his hand lingered in my mind. I was afraid someone else might have noticed me taking his hand. To avoid any more awkward encounters, I decided it was best to have some distance from Class 1-A for a while.

The last conversation with my father still echoed in my mind. If he found me standing alone somewhere, he’d probably launch into another speech about how Shoto or I had to become number one. If I’d go to Shoto, he probably wouldn’t talk to me anyway. With a deep breath, I made my way towards the stands, hoping to find my other siblings, Fuyumi and Natsuo. Watching some of the battles siblings who didn’t hate me, didn’t seem so bad in comparison. As I approached, I saw them waving enthusiastically.

“Y/N!” Fuyumi’s voice was filled with joy as she stood up, her smile brighter than the sun. “Over here!”

I hurried over, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. Fuyumi pulled me into a tight hug. I stiffened slightly, I’m not much of a hugging person, but I didn’t want to upset her, so I let her embrace me. Natsuo gave me a firm pat on the back, and I felt a bit more at ease.

"You were amazing out there," Natsuo said, his voice full of pride. "That fight against Shinso was incredible."

"And Shoto’s match against Sero was something else," Fuyumi added, her eyes shining with pride for both of us. "I’m so proud of you two."

"Thanks, guys," I replied, feeling a warmth spread through me. "It means a lot to have you here."

_________

We settled into our seats, the noise of the crowd buzzing around us. I felt a sense of peace being with my siblings, away from the pressures and complexities of UA. As we watched the ongoing matches, Fuyumi and Natsuo continued to cheer enthusiastically, their support giving me a renewed sense of strength.

“Look at that move!” Natsuo exclaimed, pointing at the arena. “These kids are really something.”

Fuyumi nodded in agreement. “It’s amazing to see all these different Quirks in action. But I have to say, you and Shoto really stand out.”

We watched the fight between Midoriya and Kaminari, with Midoriya emerging victorious. Next, Mina faced Tokoyami, and Tokoyami won. Then it was Kirishima against Tetsutetsu, a clash of titans with their similar Quirks. I watched the fights of my friends closely and noticed that each one of them was really strong, more than you’d think after just seeing them train.

Fuyumi noticed how focused but uncomfortable I was as I watched the fights. She was confused about my behavior, as she knew me to be much more confident. She leaned in closer, her voice soft with concern.

“Y/N, are you okay? You seem a bit tense,” she asked, her eyes searching my face for answers-

I forced a small smile, not wanting to worry her. “I’m fine, Fuyumi. Just thinking about a lot of things,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Fuyumi looked at me, her concern still evident, but she nodded and turned her attention back to the arena.

But the truth was, the pressure from my father was immense, but I also had again the feeling of being watched and as much as I hoped it’d be Hawks, I remembered his words, “I won’t be there to watch out for you for a while.”

I tried not to be so obvious as I scanned the crowd, looking for anyone who might have their eyes on me or my family, but I couldn’t see anyone.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease and focus on the upcoming match between Ochaco and Bakugo. It was a fight I had been looking forward to, partly because of the way Bakugo had been acting lately and partly because I knew Ochaco was not to be underestimated.

__________

The atmosphere in the stadium shifted as the announcer called out the names of the next contestants. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, and I could feel my own heart rate increase as Bakugo and Ochaco stepped into the arena.

Bakugo’s usual confident smirk was plastered on his face, but I noticed a flicker of something else in his eyes – determination.

On the other hand, Ochaco looked also determined, ready to give it her all despite knowing everyone in the arena thought Bakugo would win easily against her. Her eyes were steely with resolve, and her stance exuded confidence. She had something to prove, not just to the spectators who doubted her but to herself.

As the match began, Ochaco immediately went on the offensive, using her Quirk to try and create an opening. She launched herself at Bakugo with impressive speed, but he countered with his explosive power, forcing her to retreat. The exchange was intense, both fighters displaying their unique strengths.

“She’s really giving it her all,” Natsuo commented, clearly impressed by Ochaco’s tenacity.

I watched closely, my eyes following every move. Ochaco’s strategy was clever; she was trying to get Bakugo to exhaust himself, dodging his attacks and using her agility to stay out of reach. But Bakugo was relentless, his explosions creating a constant barrage of pressure.

“You should have dropped out of the match, there is no way you can beat me!” Bakugo taunted.

Present Mic’s voice echoed through the stadium. “Whoa! She threw her jacket as a decoy. What incredibly quick thinking!”

Ochaco took advantage of the distraction, trying to get close to Bakugo, hoping to touch him so she could make him float. “This is my chance!” she muttered, determination clear in her voice.

But Bakugo noticed her approach and threw another heavy explosion her way, making her fly and nearly fall out of the fighting area. She caught herself just in time, the will to win still burning in her eyes.

I looked over to my classmates and noticed their terrified looks at Bakugo. His relentless attacks were causing quite a stir.

“Too slow!” Bakugo yelled, sending another explosion her way.

Ochaco didn’t give up. Whenever Katsuki launched an explosion in her direction, she tried to dodge or quickly get back up, hoping for the chance to finally touch him and gain the upper hand in the fight.

The crowd started whispering and some were cursing at Bakugo. They believed Bakugo was being ruthless, even sadistic, with his relentless attacks against Ochaco.

“Looks like she’s not resting between attacks, despite being exploded over and over again. Poor Girl!” Present mic sounded worried.

I tried to stay calm because, unlike the spectators, I saw what Ochaco was really up to. She was using the debris created by Katsuki’s explosions to her advantage, touching each rock that flew up from the arena floor. Every single rock she touched was part of her plan. She was preparing for one final, decisive attack – to bury Bakugo under a barrage of stones.

The spectators were growing impatient, their murmurs turning into louder demands for the teachers to step in.

“Listen kid, if you really wanna be a hero, you should stop acting like a bully!” one spectator shouted.

“This is shameful!” another added, their voice filled with disdain.

I glanced at Katsuki and noticed the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, despite his usual angry demeanor. The crowd’s accusations were getting to him.

“Stop toying with the girl and end this match!” someone else yelled.

More and more people were shouting and booing at Bakugo, demanding that he show mercy to Ochaco. Their misguided outrage fueled my own anger. They couldn’t see the respect he was showing her through his fierce combat.

I clenched my fists and felt the familiar chill of my Ice Flames as I subtly lowered the temperature around the spectator stands. The air grew so cold that those shouting couldn’t speak without their breath fogging up and their voices trembling from the chill.

“Y/N, stop, what are you doing?” Fuyumi whispered urgently, her hand on my arm.

But I couldn’t listen. Seeing Katsuki’s conflicted expression brought back memories of the public turning against me, wanting me to quit being a pro. I stood up, unable to contain my frustration.

“You call yourselves pros?” I laughed sarcastically, my voice cutting through the murmurs. “Because if you’re being serious, then give up your title.”

The spectators looked at me, confused and taken aback. For a moment, I considered sitting back down, but the something inside me wouldn’t let me. “Bakugo’s fierceness is an acknowledgment of his opponent’s strength!”

“Ms. Amethyst is right,” I heard Mr. Aizawa’s voice cut through the tension. “He knows she deserves to have made it this far!”

All eyes in the arena turned towards me as my hero name echoed through the stands. The realization spread – a former Pro Hero, the youngest and one of the best in history, was speaking. Now, due to the new law, I was here at UA to earn my hero license again.

“So, he’s making sure to do whatever it takes to keep her at bay and come out on top,” I continued, my voice steady and firm. “He’s showing her respect. And you pros should learn that too.”

With that, I sat back down, the cold air around us dissipating. The arena was silent for a moment before the focus shifted back to the fight. Ochaco was ready for her final move, her determination unwavering.

Ochaco let the stones she had touched fall, and the crowd gasped at her surprise attack. The debris plummeted towards Katsuki like a meteor shower. As the stones descended, Ochaco sprinted towards him, hoping to get close enough to make him float. Her eyes were set with determination, every ounce of her energy focused on this final move.

But Katsuki was ready. He held up his hand, supporting it with the other, and unleashed his biggest explosion yet. The blast was so powerful that it shattered the stones mid-air, sending shards flying in every direction. The force of the explosion was immense, and Ochaco was caught in the shockwave, sent tumbling across the battlefield.

“I figured you’d have some sort of stupid plan to beat me,” Katsuki sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re friends with that damn nerd, after all.”

Ochaco, Class 1-A, and most of the spectators were stunned and frightened by Bakugo’s overwhelming power. His display of strength was beyond anything they had anticipated. I glanced over to Shoto, who was standing with our classmates. Unlike them, Shoto remained calm and composed, his eyes focused on the fight, showing no signs of fear.

I turned my attention back to the battlefield and noticed Katsuki’s heavy breathing. He was clutching his left hand tightly, the familiar sign of his muscles cramping from overuse. Despite the strain, he wore a triumphant smirk.

Ochaco, showing incredible resilience, managed to get back on her feet. Her resolve was unbroken, but her body was clearly reaching its limit.

“Uraraka!” Bakugo bellowed, charging forward with another explosion ready in his hand.

But just as he prepared to launch his next attack, Ochaco collapsed to the ground, unconscious from the sheer exertion and impact of the battle.

Ms. Midnight quickly stepped onto the field, raising her arm to stop Bakugo. “Ochaco is knocked out. Bakugo advances to the second round!” she declared.

The announcement echoed through the stadium as medics rushed to tend to Ochaco. The crowd, though divided in their feelings towards Bakugo’s methods, couldn’t deny his victory.

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My siblings looked at me, still confused about my speech to the pros. As extroverted as I was, they never thought I would stand up for someone like Bakugo in front of so many people, especially since they also thought he was just a bully. Fuyumi couldn’t hide her grin.

I met their gazes and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. It was strange and slightly uncomfortable to be seen in this light by my own siblings. Fuyumi’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, clearly impressed by my unexpected outburst.

“Y/N, that was… something else,” Natsuo said, breaking the silence.

Fuyumi nodded, still smiling. “You really surprised us. We know how passionate you can be, but this was on another level.”

I shrugged, trying to downplay the moment. “I just couldn’t stand their ignorance. Bakugo may come off as a bully, but deep down he isn’t that bad. It’s something people need to understand.”

Fuyumi’s grin widened, and she gave me a playful nudge. “Looks like our little sister is growing up.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, though the embarrassment still lingered. It felt good to have their support, even if I hadn’t expected to be in this position.

__________________________ Amethyst. - MASTERLIST: click here

[lineffability]

Could you do 19 for ineffable husbands for the one bed prompts?🥺

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Angel, we could easily miracle another bed. Might be a bit tight, tiny room and all, but we're--" Something Crowley discovered at the very back of Aziraphale's eyes made him stop. It looked a little like disappointment.

"Yes. We could. But... do you want me to stay?"

"Oh." Crowley turned towards him, and he didn't even need to take a step. The room really was tiny. "Angel," he drawled, leaning in a little closer. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

Aziraphale lifted his nose. "Well, I could also go back down and ask the receptionist to clear up the mistake, maybe another room will miracuously have become vac--"

"No, no." Crowley lifted his hands. "You can stay."

Aziraphale waited.

"Okay. I want you to stay."

"Well - okay." Aziraphale smiled a happy little smile, accompanied by an even happier wiggle of limbs. "Great!"

Looking at the angel like that, Crowley wanted to wiggle right out of his own skin, but stayed perfectly still. One of them had to keep their composure. That's how they worked: like a seesaw, one stoic and repressed, one forward and daring and carefully enthusiastic. They took turns.

Except lately they didn't really have to. Only, old habits were hard to kick - although Aziraphale currently was trying very valiantly.

Crowley almost suspected he had booked the tiny room with one bed on purpose. Well - he knew. But admitting that...

He'd rather play along. It was fun, in a way.

"So, which one of us gets the bed then?"

He watched Aziraphale's face fall in real time.

"Oh. I... I hadn't thought of that." He straightened, visibly trying to recompose himself and the situation. Then he caught the twinkle in Crowley's eyes, and relaxed back into his comfortable body. Crowley watched him thinking, envisioning the gears turning in his cloudy head. "Well... lately, you know, my back has been acting up, the corporation might be wearing out, haha, funny thing, did you think it possible? So. I would, if I were honest, rather prefer the bed. However, I would simply hate for you to sleep on this horrible carpet floor." Aziraphale made a face, trying to downplay his obvious, nervous scheme. "Imagine how many people... no, out of the question."

Crowley shrugged, trying to keep the demonic grin off his face. "Fine. I'll take the walls. Or ceiling. I'm not picky."

Aziraphale almost groaned: he could see it in the way the corners of his mouth pulled his lips into a thin line. "Crowley, I'm trying--" He gnashed his teeth.

Crowley was feeling bold. The angel might as well have started begging at this point. "Trying what, angel?"

"I. Just." Aziraphale's shoulders slumped. Success. Surrender. Aziraphale fixed him with his eyes, blue and intense and suddenly so enlightened. There was intent in them. And Crowley thought maybe his cheeky demeanor might come back to bite him, as it usually did. He'd pushed, and Aziraphale had caved. Now he was looking at him openly, without their easy pretense. "Do you want to sleep with me?"

"S-sleep with you?" Crowley echoed dumbly. The images that slipped unbidden into his mind made him blush, and the angel promptly followed suit.

"Lie with me," he tried to correct, only that didn't help at all. "I mean! I mean... not biblically? No... intercourse."

"Intercourse?!"

"No intercourse!" Aziraphale actually clutched at his face and hid behind his hands. He actually groaned, this time. His face stood in ever starker contrast to his white hair.

"Aw," Crowley croaked. It was an attempt to defuse the situation, only he hadn't really delivered. It sounded suffocated, like a dying tealight.

"I mean, I'm not saying I don't want-- I would very much enjoy-- I'm just saying we, you don't have to-- Oh, bother. Oh, I'll go down and ask for another room."

Aziraphale started for the door, but Crowley stopped his embarassed flight out of the room with one hand to his chest, looking anywhere but his face.

"Wait. I want to."

"You want to?"

Crowley thought he could actually feel the angel tremble beneath his hand, but maybe it was only the air drawing into his ribcage. The tone of his voice held too many emotions at once for Crowley to disentangle them all.

"You want to... uh, sleep with me?" Aziraphale asked faintly.

A hundred meanings for this single word, and yet the answer was so all-encompassingly simple. "Yes."

"Yes..." Aziraphale slowly looked at his face. Hopeful, careful, maybe a little hungry.

Crowley tried a grin, and felt relieved when it stuck to his face and took hold. "Intercourse or no."

Carefully, Aziraphale began to return the grin, but stopped halfway and settled on a wide smile instead.

"Great."

"Great?" Crowley slid his hand down Aziraphale's chest until it dropped, and took a step back. Aziraphale wanted to sleep with him - wanted Crowley to sleep with him, too. And they both thought that was great.

Life on earth really was great, these days.

"Yes."

"So you want to start right now?"

"Excuse me?"

"We could go to sleep right now. Together."

"Crowley, it's 11am."

"So?" Crowley walked him up against the door, and thought that if they were sleeping with each other, sooner or later but today, no matter what kind of sleeping, they might as well try their hands and lips again at the kissing thing they had recently discovered for themselves.

Aziraphale let him proceed, and their lips touched with soft enthusiasm. Perhaps they even tasted a little anticipation on each other's mouths.

Then Aziraphale's stomach rumbled. He pulled back with a sheepish smile.

"It's 11am," he repeated, "So I'm hungry."

"Then we better get you fed." Crowley smiled lavishly, though he had been perfectly content to make a meal of the angel's lips. "Don't want you fed up."

"You certainly don't," Aziraphale agreed. They shifted against each other in what little space they had, until they both faced the door. "I feel like a big, hearty breakfast. And then, perhaps, to digest... a little nap?"

"Mh. Nap. Nappy nap. Sounds heav- sounds ni- yeah. Let's do that."

"Care to join me?"

Crowley already held open the door.

"Always, angel."

[super-paper]

"Thank you for such wonderful comedy."

I've been wanting to talk about how MHA plays with the concepts of "fiction vs reality, the characters vs the actor, the world vs the stage" for awhile now, bc I believe understanding how MHA utilizes these concepts is pretty crucial to understanding our Big Bad (and Tomura!) (...and Izuku!) (.. etc!) (y-yeah...!!!) (wooo.....!!!!!)

If this post is more incoherent than usual, I apologize-- I'm just really enthusiastic about stories that play with the fact that they're stories and characters who throw themselves into a fictionalized role as a means of coping. I love the way MHA handles these concepts in particular, so I lost all sense of restraint as usual.

Hori: "I'm Like Dropping Hints That Hero/Villain Personas Are Actually Coping Mechanisms Lol"

"As Tomura Shigaraki and Tenko Shimura, I've got just one wish: the total destruction of everything that created that house." "If my origin as Touya and Dabi was such a simple thing, then... No, there are still things I want to say. Arguments I want to have."

I've seen a few ppl saying that it sounds awkward/strange to have the characters repeatedly asserting themselves in the third person, but imo, the emphasis on real names versus hero/villain names during these particular scenes plays into the idea of the villain/hero identities being "alter egos" that might not actually have the same core desires as the """"actors"""" that are behind these personas.

Tomura and Touya invoke both their real and villain names while asserting their respective wishes. Himiko also invokes her villain name, though it's less obvious to english speakers because she uses her real name as her villain name (in the raws, "HIMIKO TOGA" as a villain name is written using katakana-- and this is what she uses when asserting her wish). MHA plays with the idea of "fiction"/"Alter Egos" as a form of escapism and as a coping method, and at this point in time, the Dabi/Tomura/"Himiko" identities are still being utilized as a crutch/mask by these three very hurt individuals.

*loud, terrifying chanting* PEAK FICTION PEAK FICTION PE--

Ochako's fight being like the second most thematically important fight in the whole series still makes me unreasonably giddy btw.

To contrast, Ochako uses her civilian name alone when asserting her wish-- and imo we're meant to read this as Ochako wanting to save Himiko as herself, not as Uravity. Saving Himiko is not something she can accomplish as her alter-ego-- Ochako is able to save Himiko by stepping off the stage and becoming a "real" person, while also acknowledging the person behind "Toga Himiko (villain name)".

Izuku hasn't had his "I'm Izuku Midoriya"/"I'm-saving-you-as-Izuku-not-as-Deku" moment yet-- instead, we see Tomura intentionally making that distinction between the-hero-and-the-true-self by constantly referring to Izuku by his real, full name. And I'm pr sure Izuku is also the only one he does this to-- we see him referring to all the other heroes he encounters by their hero names alone, or by insulting nicknames (l-lol). Correct me if I'm wrong, tho!

(side note: Tomura switching to calling Izuku just "Hero" in the aftermath of Bakugate is actually a big step backwards imo-- it reads as Tomura trying to push Izuku away by shoving them both back in the hero/villain box and doubling down on enforcing their respective "roles." Not that I ever expected mister doomdere to make things easy, but, woof. Good Fuckin' Luck, Izuku ( ´･ω･) )

TL;DR The final arc has mostly been about tearing off the hero/villain masks to reveal who is hiding underneath— MHA's careful use of names and monikers plays heavily into that and its distinction between "alter-ego"/"true self" a lot. Which is... probably one of the many reasons why All For One still doesn't have a given name, as someone who has all but completely lost himself in his character.

Anyway! That brings us to the meat of this post: how does MHA take the concepts of "reality vs fiction" and "the character vs. the actor" and apply it to All For One (...and Tomura) (and Izuku--)?

"Pay No Attention to That Man Behind the Curtain!"

"If you refuse to submit, then I'll just rewrite the story." - it's amazing how all of this coulda been avoided if someone had just introduced AFO to Demon Lord x Reader fanfiction. (/j)

AFO fancies himself as the author of MHA's greatest tragedy (the desecration of Shimura Nana's legacy via the sacrifice of Shimura Tenko), while simultaneously inserting himself into its overarching narrative and treating himself as the leading villain of the story-- it's self-indulgent and intentionally invasive in the way that most self-insert fanfiction tends to be invasive, with him going to extremes to make it seem as though the whole story revolves around him. AFO wants to be both the author and the leading character and the leading antagonist. This greed is typical of him, but it also establishes him as a character who's more caught up in (read: trapped by) his relationship to "fiction" than anyone else. Again, MHA explores the use of fiction and alter-egos as an escape from a painful reality-- so, it's entirely reasonable to assume that this applies to AFO as well.

To me, so much about AFO reads as an escapist fantasy of someone who is utterly terrified of being put in a position where he is truly seen. The idea of being vulnerable, of being naked, of being "human," is intolerable to him. But by not allowing himself to feel and "be a human," he has effectively cut himself off from what he wants most. The character of “Shigaraki Tomura” is as much an escapist fantasy for AFO as it is Tenko-- It's just another (younger, prettier) layer of skin he can hide his true self in.

"so basically you're saying that AFO is a never nude" yes, actually :)

AFO dehumanizes Tomura through his attempts to turn the boy into his personal comic book character, but he also dehumanizes himself by desperately trying to insert himself into that “character." It's only fitting that Tomura’s innate humanity and capacity for feeling ends up rendering AFO himself painfully, painfully human-- and ultimately causes AFO's carefully constructed character to start crumbling.

If All the World’s a Stage, Then Let’s Destroy the Stage

"That stage is gone now. The theater's knocked down. How much longer can we afford to be spectators on the sideline?" "Once upon a time, a man named All Might showed all of us how to be a hero. But somewhere along the way, people forgot about the heart and soul that made the man." -MHA, Chapter 325

Tomura is attempting to destroy the stage, because without the stage there can be no "Shigaraki Tomura" (Or "All Might," or "All For One," or "Endeavor," etc etc etc). Without the stage, there are no more "characters" and no more tragedies. But-- without the stage, there are no more stories period. There are no more tragedies, but there are no more happy endings either. The world never recognizes the actor behind "Shigaraki Tomura" without the stage. The stage is not inherently a bad thing, so long as people can remember that the actors on the stage still exist outside of it.

But Tomura himself cannot imagine what happens after the curtains fall, and all that's left is Shimura Tenko. He is stuck in a role that was written entirely for someone else, but remains convinced that the role was always his and that the role defines him.

Tomura rebels against the story the only way he knows how--against an "author" who *LITERALLY* views him as a spicier self insert, and against a "setting" that treats his death as a happy ending-- but even so, Tomura still can't picture an ending that doesn't end in tragedy. His rebellion is not about him trying to wring a happy ending out of a miserable, mean-spirited book-- it's about burning the whole damn library down so he never feels let down or hurt by a story again.

Basically: Tomura cannot act outside the confines of his "character" in a way that will truly save him. Even as he rebels, he's rebelling in a way that is painfully consistent with the way his "character" is written-- and that's why AFO (the author) still poses such an enormous threat to him. Destruction cannot save him from this story when he was explicitly penned to destroy.

The only way to break this narrative is to act in a way "the author" doesn't expect, and to tap into all the traits that AFO desperately attempted to "write out" of him-- Shimura Tenko is someone who has always rebelled against his writing, his author, and the unfairness of this story with his kindness and his willingness to accept those that no one else will.

AFO cuts off Tenko's own power at the root by reinforcing Tomura's belief that the world will always inherently reject him, without fail, always and forever-- so he should just reject the world, too (and I've talked at length about this before, but this is why a story that ends with Tomura dying or locked away from society is an ending that fails in its goal to save Tomura). The more Shigaraki Tomura rejects everything and the more Shigaraki Tomura is rejected by everything, the more he distances himself from his root and the source of his power-- and the more Shimura Tenko gets lost in this character.

While AFO is terrified of someone seeing behind his mask, Tomura longs for it. Tenko has been there since the beginning and has been begging for someone to finally see and acknowledge him (both in-universe and out of universe).

"I’ll Be There, Changing Fate by Your Side."

AFO: "Blah Blah Blah Do you still believe myths can save you? Foolish creature. Let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered yadda yadda yadda :) :) :)" ENTER, MIDORIYA IZUKU WITH A STEEL CHAIR.

Izuku's role is that of a completely average boy who gets pulled into a narrative ''that wasn't for him"-- he has no heroic lineage, no hidden powers, and no connection to the centuries old conflict that drives the plot. He's just a boy who did the right thing at the right time and was rewarded for it. Izuku is someone who was "never supposed to be a hero" the same way Tenko was "never supposed to be a villain" per the "rules" of their world-- and Izuku, like Tomura, is someone who exists to destroy those rules and the expectations of their narrative, completely changing the ending.

But rather than burning the book and ending the story forever (like Tomura wants to do), Izuku believes that the story and characters can still be salvaged. There's always something worth saving. It doesn't have to be a tragedy, they can still change the ending. They can talk specifics after Tomura's crazy ass puts the lighter down.

Izuku, like Tomura and so many other characters, throws himself into an alter-ego in an attempt to redefine himself and escape from pain ("Nobody's been saved yet. Don't be the worthless old Deku who can't save anyone" 😬). He almost loses himself in the role of "OFA's torch bearer" the way All Might did-- but just as Izuku managed to find Toshinori Yagi and helped in convincing him that his life as Toshinori has meaning, Izuku ends up getting saved by his friends who couldn't care less about OFA's ~protagonist power~ and know that Izuku is just a goofy, awkward, human boy who needs help.

Like.... If we explore quirklessness as like... a narrative stand-in for characters that the story typically views or dismisses as irrelevant extras/npcs, then AFO's barely restrained anger at Izuku and Toshi (and possibly Yoichi if we're being honest) for daring to ''act beyond their roles'' becomes even funnier. AFO can't stand the idea of his power/the protagonist role being passed on to someone who seems so utterly unworthy, unremarkable, and plain. He can't stand the idea of someone without a quirk/"role" standing up to him, the leading character. Dude really is a toxic comic book fan to the core.

afo really said "I didn't like how things were going so I stopped reading and just wrote a better ending to the story :^)" like...... @mhareddit that's u buddy...........................;

Anyway...........!!!!! AFO is someone who cherry picks what he likes about a story while ignoring the actual intent/message of the work (#theabsolutestateofthemhafandom), but he has no intention of breaking down the dichotomy between heroes/villains and instead actively enforces it (.............#theabsolutestateofthemhafan--). He just wants to flip what side wins in the end.

Tomura wants to break the narrative because he sees that as the only way to escape from his pain (but in doing so, he permanently cuts himself off from being a part of a story with a happy ending). He wants to destroy the dichotomy between heroes and villains because heroes and villains "will never understand each other and never stop creating each other" (lol. lmao, even).

Izuku wants to break the narrative because he's realized that there's something more to this story than your standard "Hero versus Villain," "good vs evil" affair and that he cannot explore what lies behind those masks and labels without tearing them down, first.

These three work together well as a narrative set of Fucking Nerds, and AFO works well as both Tomura and Izuku's villain for all of the above reasons (& also bc he's the only one who is actually benefitting from their current society) ((which basically offers him an endless buffet of hurt and angry children he can exploit on a silver platter)).

Anyway! Kick his ass, Izuku.

[winterchimez]

Forbidden | Ji Changmin

SUMMARY: you have been separated from your childhood best friend, Changmin for years. so when you both finally reunite on a mission together, he is no longer the childhood friend you have once come to know of, and things were going to take a turn for the both of you.

PAIRING: spy Changmin x spy f!reader

GENRE: ex-bffs to lovers au, angst, crime, suggestive

WARNINGS: nc-17, violence, mentions of gambling, mentions of human trafficking, kissing, making out

WORD COUNT: 3,168

A/N: here is the 3rd entry from my 100 followers event, and this was requested by my 妹妹 @sungbeam 💕 the way you chose that specific prompt lmao i knew i had to deliver some ✨good food✨ for you, and i hope it was worthy of your taste miss beam 😮‍💨 (it might be a bit rushed so i humbly apologise i wrote this in one sitting)

“Agent Y/N, reporting in.” 

You knocked at your boss's door and stood there enthusiastically, awaiting your next mission. 

It has been a while since you were deployed on field missions, hence the excitement you felt when you received a code entitled “S-Rank”, which indicated the highest rank of difficulty of missions that only a selected few are allowed to participate in. 

You have been with your current agency for a few years, and through hard work and determination, you rose up to one of the higher-ranking agents in the field. With that, you are mostly deployed on the field, dealing with many missions that are far more gruesome and dangerous, which could eventually cost you your life if you weren’t careful enough. But you were a fighter—a soldier equipped with wits and extraordinary martial arts skills. 

As a result, you have been placed on training duties where you were assigned to train the new recruits to prepare them as they make their official debut on the field. Not that you were entirely mad about it, since martial arts was one of your fortes, but you surely miss being on the field and on an actual mission. 

Hence, you couldn’t contain your excitement for the day, and you couldn’t wait to gear back up and return to your comfort zone. 

Your boss—Director Ji, was pretty pleased with the number of upcoming recruits that were going to officially join the team, as several agents were currently abroad to fulfill their own missions. In other words, your company desperately needs potential ones who could take on field missions. 

This time, however, he hands you a red folder with all the necessary information about the mission. You knew what the red folder exactly meant—ones that could indeed cause a life or death situation, and there is no room for even a single mistake for this one. Usually, these were given to the elites, not even to higher-ranking agents like yourself. 

The Elites are the best of the best, and they excel in every possible scenario or situation that they are in, no matter how brutal the mission may be. They do not engage much with the other agents except for the director himself, as they are often sent away far abroad to handle much more trivial matters at hand. 

If your director has handed you such a folder where it’s not meant for you on a usual basis, that could only mean one thing. You were to step in as a substitute and be paired with at least one of the members from the elites and fulfill the mission as swiftly and hassle-free as possible. 

As you were about to turn back and take your leave, your director stopped you just in time to inform you that this mission requires some more training than usual, and you were to be paired up with one of them to prepare for the big day.

Training with one of the elites? Obviously, how could you ever say no? It is definitely a dream come true for you as you have always admired them from the shadows. Enthusiastically, you nodded and agreed with the offer as you stepped out of the room.

“This is going to be so much fun.”

“I could teach you how to fight, but I wasn’t equipped to take care of you.” 

The brunette shoots you with that cold and blunt statement, and in return, you give the male the biggest frown of the day. 

As much as you were enthusiastic the entire morning as you prepared yourself for whoever would join you for the mission, the excitement immediately died down when the infamous elite member, Ji Changmin, stepped foot into the training room.

Your ex-childhood best friend. 

Both you and Changmin go all the way back to kindergarten, you both were literally neighbours up till high school. You have spent both of your childhood together, to the point that you both knew exactly what were the biggest insecurities each of you had, even knowing how many crushes you had and how you both are hopeless romantics. 

But as Changmin and his family moved away after graduating high school, you both lost contact with one another, never speaking or keeping in touch for many years. 

Until you graduate from university. 

Somehow, you have managed to stumble upon the Director’s Ji company, which he has been operating secretly for many years—thanks to one of your seniors who recommended you to him. He was more than delighted to take you in, knowing how you eventually pursued criminology and eventually keen on the idea of becoming a spy yourself. 

That was when you were reunited with Ji Changmin. You were beyond ecstatic when you first saw him in person again. You wanted to run into him, give him the biggest embrace, and take in all his scent—one you have missed so dearly after all these years.

But the male eventually shut you off before you could do anything. He was nowhere near like the Changmin you used to grow up and love—he was now cold, often very stern, and would work alone instead rather than with others. 

Because of that, you have never gotten the chance to talk things out with him, and you realise that it’s best for you to keep a distance from him now. 

Never in a million years would that day come so soon for you both to reunite on a S-Rank Mission. 

His simple yet cold statement immediately ruined your mood, and you were about to fire back at the male. But he was already prepared with his gear and gloves, waiting for you to join him on the training mat. 

Given his demeanour, you knew that dragging his time would be a fatal mistake right now, and you had no choice but to equip yourself with the necessary items and join him as fast as you could. 

As you make your way to his way, you can’t help but notice his appearance. His hair was parted to the side, and a little scar was situated right on his left cheek. He was wearing a simple black tee, but you couldn’t help but notice how buff he had gotten and how the shirt was clearly a little too tight for him. 

The way his biceps were clearly so toned than ever, and god. The veins— 

“When will you stop ogling and get yourself together?” He shoots you with an unfriendly look. Clearly, his patience is running out. 

“Fine. God, what an impatient man you have become.” You blurted out by accident, eyes widening as you just realised you had let out your frustration and most inner thoughts. You looked up to meet the male face-to-face, only to realise that he was not bothered by that comment at all. 

He has dealt with much worse before, this is nothing to him.

As you finally got into your position, you raised both of your now balled-up fists and stood in a defensive mood, ready for whatever moves the male would lay upon you. Unfortunately, you were a bit too slow to notice the swift movement he had made, and immediately, you were on the ground, groaning as you felt a slight pain upon your lower chin. 

“Just so you know, I won’t go easy on you just because you are a girl. I’ll have you know that the enemies we deal with on S-Rank missions are far more murderous and barbaric than you have ever encountered. They could potentially become your worst nightmare. If this is how you will act on the field, I’m afraid you will lose your life within minutes.” Changmin spat, and boy, did it hurt as hell. 

Angered, you got back up on your feet as you repositioned yourself again, trying your best to keep up with his swift movements this time. 

This training went on for quite a while, and never once did you manage to land a blow on Changmin himself. Instead, you were constantly attacked at your blind spots and always on the ground, trying to find your way back up again. 

God, this is going to be a hell of a ride. 

The intense training with Changmin lasted for a few days, and the amount of bruises you have gotten thanks to him was uncountable. 

Every day, you would return home and find yourself sitting by your bedside, applying an ice pack and ointment to each and every one of them. It has been quite a while since you have felt like this.

Humiliated and defeated.

This only happened when you were still a rookie, as you were training with your superiors then. Ever since you made your debut, you have done nothing but win in all the physical battles you have dealt with, both on and off the field.

“I could teach you how to fight, but I wasn’t equipped to take care of you.” 

His words constantly echo into your mind, and you just can’t seem to get it off as much as you wanted. No matter how cruel they seemed, you knew his words meant well for you. 

This is a S-Rank mission, for goodness sake, Y/N. It is either you defeat the enemy or be defeated yourself. 

Taking in a deep breath as you closed your eyes, you just mentally prayed and hoped that all of the intense training with your ex-childhood best friend has at least done something for you and that you will be well-prepared as you both head into your designated location for tomorrow night. 

Let’s just get this done and over with.

The both of you arrived discreetly at the location, equipped with a radio earpiece to receive necessary transmissions from one another to keep each other in the loop as you both parted ways to scout around the area. 

The target of the mission was to infiltrate one of the largest and most well-known casinos in the heart of Seoul, The Grand Palace, as it is believed that the area itself was used for human trafficking, which explains the sudden disappearance of a handful of women in their early 20s over the past few months. 

According to the information you both were given, as written in the red folder, the CEO of the casino, Mr Kim, was the mastermind behind all of this and had his men surrounding the casino at all times to prevent information from spreading while keeping his gambling business on the run.

Both of your mission was to infiltrate the control room—download all of the necessary information that could potentially expose the hidden and true business the casino was making money from. And, of course, to get the girls out of there once and for all. 

Changmin suggested taking on the latter as he knew the area would be armed with more enemies to keep the girls out of reach. It was best suited for him to take on the role of doing the dirty work instead of you potentially. In return, you were to get to the control room and bypass the security, download the necessary data, get out of there, and pass it on to the FBI, who were already armed and ready for your signal. 

So that was precisely what you did, with no room for arguments this time. It was kind of a maze to navigate to the control room, especially when the casino was filled with many individuals and the place was dark as hell. Yet, you had to bypass everyone while being undetected. To the best of your abilities, you eventually reached the destination, and sure enough, you were met with your worst nightmare. 

Tons of red light laser security filled the room way before the entrance to the control room.

You were flexible, to say the least, but there is no way you could bypass all of these on your own. Whenever you were met in such a situation, you always had your superior or partner to figure it out together. But time was ticking, and you had no choice but to do it all alone this time. 

As you slowly bent through each of the lasers and eventually made your way to the last one, you breathed in relief that there was no one around to notice your presence. But your happiness did not last for long, as you missed out on one of the lasers that was situated close to your right ankle. Sure enough, the alarms have begun going off. 

Panicking, you tried your best to figure out an escape route as quickly as possible. But given the room's darkness, it was impossible to notice anything in particular. 

That is until a lightbulb dings in your mind, and you look up to see a slightly ajar air vent. 

It’s now or never. 

With the equipment you were geared up with, you somehow managed to quickly get into the vent right before security guards came pouring into the room, trying to find the culprit behind all of this. 

You began trying to calm your fast-beating heart down, that is, until you felt a pair of warm hands cupped over your mouth. 

“Have they not taught you well how the very first rule of becoming a spy is not to get caught?” 

That voice. It was Changmin. 

You turned behind to find the male looking very displeased, and he was still cupping your mouth, not letting it go as he was convinced your breathing would definitely blow up both of your covers. Frustrated, you tried your best to fight against his grip, loosening yourself from him and yelling back at him silently. 

“Look, laser securities was not my best forte.” 

“That’s not a valid excuse, Y/N. You literally had one job, and you failed at doing so.”

You scoffed. “Really, Changmin? After all these years, you suddenly show up in my life again, only to turn into this cold-blooded spy with zero empathy left inside of him? Has becoming one of the elites affected your ego that much?” 

Then, there was a slight pause. Changmin’s face then darkens as he scooches closer to you. “Don’t you dare say it as if you knew what I have been through over the years that we were separated from one another.” 

Clearly, you were not backing down this time. “Oh yeah, then tell me. All the bullshit you went through made you turn into such a heartless individual.” 

In the blink of an eye, Changmin cups his hands around your mouth once again as he pushes you down on the surface of the vent. He is now crawling up against you, moving in closer to you. 

“You take that back right now, miss Y/N. I swear if I ever hear one more word from you—”

“Then what?” You muffled. 

Then it all happened. Changmin did what he knew was best to shut you up. As swiftly as he often portrays with his martial arts abilities, he removes his hand from your mouth and plants a kiss directly onto your lips. The whole thing was aggressive and messy, as one would say, he was now kissing you messily, trying by all means to keep your mouth shut as the enemies were still down below. 

On the other hand, you were far too taken aback by what happened, and your eyes were now as wide as they could ever be. Somehow, your body did not reject his touch or the kiss, in fact, you actually liked it. 

Was it because you were too deprived of having him close to you? How badly you have missed him so much? 

And how you never got to confess to him that you had feelings for him right before he left all those years ago.

This kiss was a dream come true for you. And you were not planning to let him go anytime soon. Instead, you moved your hands to tangle in his hair as you opened your mouth slightly to allow for more room for the both of you. Changmin then lays one of his hands on the side of your waist while the other travels up to one of your breasts, giving them a light squeeze. Adding to the tension, he then makes way for his tongue to enter your mouth, trying his best to devour up all of the elicit moans that you were letting out to keep this whole make-out session as quiet as possible. 

And god, how much he loved hearing the moans coming out from you. 

Neither of you planned on stopping anytime soon because this all felt so good. It was as if you both had longed for each other and now that you finally had, you were not going to let him go just yet. 

Finally, after minutes, the both of you were gasping for air when Changmin realised that nobody was in the room anymore. The coast was clear, and both of you were safe enough to return and continue the mission. 

Trying your best to steady your breathing again, you decided to shoot the male with a little tease. “You treat all of your ladies like this?” 

“...Shut up.” 

It did not take you both long enough to be able to infiltrate the control room. With your abilities, you both managed to knock out all of the individuals in the room cold while you went to the main system to download all of the information needed to expose the casino. As ordered by Changmin previously, you wasted no time leaving the premises as soon as possible to get help from the FBI. 

While you were doing that, Changmin made his way to where the girls were kept captive and defeated all the guards on standby on his own. He then managed to free them all and escorted them out, where the police and medical assistants were already waiting for them. 

At the end of the day, the mission was a huge success, and the mastermind and his team were eventually placed behind bars, facing life imprisonment as punishment. 

After returning to your headquarters a few days later, you were then promoted to joining the elites by Director Ji himself, as he was pleased with your performance. However, there was one strict rule that these agents were to follow.

Never engage in personal matters with one another. 

Before you could think about it further, your phone buzzed and you exited your agency, feeling slightly excited as you made your way into the black vehicle already waiting for you. 

As soon as you opened the door and entered, you stared at the male with one of his hands on the steering wheel while the other came up to cup your cheek.

“Say, won’t your dad eventually discover all of this?” You questioned with a concerned look on your face. 

Changmin then leans in to give a peck on your lips. 

“Who says he needs to find out about it?”

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(CW: Cruel pred and neglect for prey's humanity, but digestion is still painless. Old draft I finally decided to share with y'all)

Pred/observer wlw couple with petplay dynamics~~ 🥵

The observer is a generous mistress. She keeps her pred pampered and submissive, leashed and collared. And she always sees to it there’s a steady diet of men to fatten her up.

Make no mistake, the observer loves the pred and isn’t just using the live feedings for her pleasure. She absolutely adores her pet and treats her like a princess, giving her belly rubs and kisses and spoiling her rotten.

The pred is madly in love too, and living the dream. Her hazy, hungry mind only knows bliss. Maybe she’s on the smaller side— or at least, she was on the smaller side. Now after churning up so many struggling meals, the weight of her lifestyle is evident, constantly bulging off her middle <3

Maybe she’s aware of what actually happens to the prey she eats, or maybe she’s not. Either way, her partner does all the hard work for them both, all the scheming and planning to lure unsuspecting male meals towards their gurgly fate.

A typical feeding night might go like this:

The observer flirts with a guy at a bar, acting like she’s interested in him. He may respond. As they engage with each other, she usually makes her decisions based on the vibes she gets from him. The chauvinists always taste better.

She takes him home, promising him the threesome he’s always wanted. He happily obliges and has most of his clothes off by the time they reach the bedroom. The pred— who, depending on the night, was either in the middle of a nap or nursing a hungry, empty tummy— sees the observer enter and her eyes light up excitedly.

And what’s this? Her mistress has returned with a delicious looking treat~

“Here pet, I brought you supper,” the observer tells her with a sweet yet mischievous grin.

The man is confused. He’s about to ask what she means… but before he knows it he’s already been pushed to the ground, the wind knocked out of him, and a drooling girl on top of him.

Compared to her prey, the pred doesn’t look threatening— not even taller than him, not strong physically— but the minute her instincts take over, it’s the end for him…

The observer watches in delight as her pred-pet devours the screaming man whole, watches as he slips down her throat and fills out her gut, rounding out her empty stomach. She’s all ready with the praises as her pred manages the final swallow. His cries for help get lost inside of her, and now he’s sealed away inside of her greedy belly… walls squeezing in, acids bubbling…

“Good girl~!” The observer cooes, pleased that her pred managed to get yet another victim to go down so easily. “Good puppy!!”

The pred tried to sit back up but she’s completely overwhelmed by the sensations of her living meal inside her. She wriggles on the carpet, whimpering in pure pleasure, weighed down by her hefty gut. Feeling every frantic movement of her prey as he struggles inside of her, desperate to escape. All that he manages to do is muster up a burp from the mouth of his pred as she pants and drools like a satisfied dog.

Her mistress’s words snap her back to attention. “Come here, sweetie, I’ll help your food settle down~”

Loyally, obediently, the pred pads over on all fours with enthusiastic steps, her belly hanging low to the ground. She rolls over onto the bed and purrs as the observer begins to stroke her huge stomach…

“He’s a feisty one,” the observer hums, admiring the futile squirming of the prey. “But don’t worry, honey, he's no match for your hungry tummy~”

The pred stares up at her owner with hearts in her eyes, as the observer traces small shapes over her belly. At this point, both women are aware of how active it is, gurgling and growling and setting to work on the man inside. His protests are muffled by the thick, churning walls. Not that either of them would listen anyways.

“You have a noisy belly, pet,” the observer murmurs, giving the overstuffed organ a firm pat. It groans in response as it twitches under her touch.

“T-thank you... mistress...!” the pred gasps between moans, blushing.

The observer lowers herself onto the pred and starts kissing the swell of her stomach.

“I love it when you get all plump like this,” she continues. “You’re so pretty when you’re stuffed with men…”

“Huff... I can feel him-” the pred whines. Before she can form a coherent thought, a meaty belch makes its way up from the burbling, slimy chamber below.

*BWOOOOOURRRRPPP!!*

She feels her dinner thrash around in response, and she squeals and squirts all over the bedsheets, mumbling incoherently as she’s overstimulated by the sudden surge of movement in her belly.

“Oh, my good girl. You really like feeling him in there, don’t you, princess?” Her mistress teases. “Yes... you love destroying those pigs with your belly…”

The pred can only make animalistic sounds of pleasure, mewling as her owner holds her close and fondles her belly.

The observer can’t keep her hands away, caressing every rounded inch, every bit of its softening surface. She’s kissing her pet’s pretty lips, fingers buried in her hair. The two of them are extremely aroused, growing wet, rubbing their bodies together…

And after they come together, they lay back in their orgasmic bliss, holding each other like they’re all that remains in the world.

“My sweet, gluttonous puppy,” the observer trills, staring into her pet’s big, beautiful eyes. “My little man-eater.”

The rest of the night is soft. The observer coos to the pred how much she loves her, what a precious thing she is… all while her food kicks and struggles weakly, his quiet pleas for mercy competing to be heard over the erotic sounds of digestion.

After her prey stops moving, the look in the pred’s eyes glazes over and she clings to the observer, nuzzling against her like a large cat. They make love to each other while what’s left of the man sloshes around in the pred’s belly, eventually slipping deeper into her guts, pumping through her intestines…