#when greed totally gets his body back and lives

[0gata]

The blue things are flowers btw. Anyway look at him with sleeves and normal shoes aw <3

Oh also Greed cannot tie a tie. Lust used to do it for him and now it's Roa's job c:

[bibibbon]

For my villainess Izumi au.

I will break another trope....

Izumi and the past users aren't family. That being said they aren't hostile with each other (that would be stupidly unproductive) but it's a tense and interesting relationship

Ofa in my fic is about consent ...but they picked Izumi and didn't ask what she thought, Izumi who endured abused in the hands of bk and aldera bc she was an easy target.

They made her a bigger target now.

Izumi wants to get rid of them. Kill afo, the ofa is free. Pretty straight forward

She doesn't like how they all seem suicidal (BK suicidal bait her and while Izumi is not suicidal ...people who throw their lives bother her a lot)

So Izumi goes off script.

And I realize how people don't make such dynamic...they want ofa users to be family and I totally get bc Izu has no one but here? Izumi is not interested.

And is not spoiler but Izumi kills afo...that's the thing. She will do what am couldn't and that is bound to shaken him.

Her fire quirk is a gift from ofa and while she has issues (her quirk is an explosive l, she understandable is not happy at first ) she grows to overcome and even make this quirk hers.

Snd she kills BK a la QUIRKLESS bc that's ge ultimate fuck you.

She has a powerful version of a fire and explosive quirk? Fuck you BK, she won't use on you.

Sort paralleling how Shoto had his fire quirk but didn't use till Izuku talked some sense into him.

Hi @mikeellee 👋

As much as I love the ofa is a little found family ideas I also find this idea really interesting.

In reality, It would make a whole lot of sense for the ofa users to have a tense relationship between one another possibly starting from the 4th user as from what we know he got the quirk somehow from Bruce and then isolated himself probably due to fear and due to danger sense setting off horribly everytime he tried going into big groups. This could be explored, and Bruce giving hikage ofa triggered a cycle of other ofa users being a bit tense and even blaming one another for some of their suffering and the huge pressure put on them.

Within the mha universe consent is only a one way thing when it comes to ofa meaning that it is the ofa user that needs to consent to their quirk being taken instead of it being a mutual things which could spark more tensions between some ofa users and change their relationship dynamic due to the incredibly vague ideas of consent here.

Truth be told one having ofa will for sure paint them a target on their back and considering that izu here definitely doesn't want the attention it's worse because at least in Canon izu getting ofa was framed as him becoming a second all Might and showing of his abilities in the Sports Festival was a way of him telling people that he was here and that the reign of all might may of ended but izuku is here

Izu wants to destroy the cycle, and you know what that's completely fair, and I love this idea! I genuinely want the cycle to be destroyed by an outside force compeltly ending ofa and afo two sides that can never destroy one another without building up on eachother.

I have already mentioned it before but ofa is just an energy stockpiling quirk meaning that as long as izu releases energy that's how the quirk works so izu learning to release energy via fire breathing linking back to her fathers quirk assuming that she did inherit enough of his dna to do that would be hella cool for her to weild and truly make ofa her own quirk which is something that also ties into her breaking the cycle of ofa and afo.

Also, can we talk about how having izuku kill bakugo with fire is so ironic. You're telling me that bakugo ends up dying to his own element to someone who he viewed inferior to him?!?!? A fire that burnt more than he could engulfing him and destorying his greed is so deserved. Also, all of this parallels so nicely with dabi, who is framed to be the opposite in this scenario. Dabi is trying to kill enji with his own element and failing, dabi's body not being built for fire, dabi coming back and living just by determination and hatred, dabi going mad seeking justice and also being unwantingly involved in the ifa and afo cycle.

This is a nice way to really emmbed izu into the todoroki family arc, especially because you mention direct parallels withvher and shoto and how that would probably be a fire vs. fire match where they both show two different sides of fire, the duality of nature, I suppose. Fire can give life, yet it can easily take it.

[peachymilkandcream]

What's Wrong With You?|Kingdom of Ash and Greed Oneshot

(A/N: Firstly, hearing someone loves my work is the highest ego boost. Secondly, this person was so sweet so shoutout to rukawild <3. And third, this is a kingdom of ash and greed AU because all royal aus are going to be of this au because it's one of my favourites and I can :3 Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, etc.

It had been months since his captive princess had traded herself for the lives of her family. And while Levi respected a sacrifice, especially when it gave him a warm body, he still had no tolerance for stubborn people.

The fear and stress of Evelyn's situation was enough to stay his anger when it came to having an heir. He understood that such a traumatic thing like being ripped from your home and all you knew to be essentially a slave to your worst enemy was a big adjustment. No child could be conceived so soon. He really did understand.

At first.

Now that she had time to adjust her excuse of "trauma" was bullshit. There was no reason why she wasn't swollen with his child by now. It wasn't his fault of course, the seed only as good as the soil it's planted into. Everything he did was perfect, clearly it was her own stubborn will that refused to give in.

And to think, he could have any woman in any kingdom if he snapped his fingers. A hundred concubines willingly riding him until he was satisfied.

But he still chose her.

Maybe it was out of obsession, pride, or even the idea of breaking the one who hated him most. Or it was simply that. He couldn't stand that someone hated him, especially a woman. All women should worship the ground he walked on and yet this woman dared to defy that simply decree. For that she should be punished. Forced to carry the child of her enemy seemed appropriate.

That was until he felt that disgusting cold wet spot in his bed.

Enraged, he peeled back the furs, the blood red stain taunting him. Mocking him that he had failed once more to make her totally submit.

In his anger he shook her violently, her gasp loud as she woke with a start.

"What- what is it-!?" Her veins bulged with a quick heartbeat.

"Stubborn as ever you bitch."

"What did I do Levi-?"

"Look at the mess you made."

She looks down and pales, hurrying to get up and clean herself. However his strong grip keeps her in place.

"I told you what happens when you defy me."

"I can't control it Levi I'm sorry-"

"I think you can, your stubbornness has made your body refuse to get pregnant so this happens. All because you haven't accepted that I own you body and soul."

"No I haven-"

"Shut you damn mouth!" His rings bite into her cheek with the resounding slap. "Not another word out of your lying lips."

She sobs softly, but refuses to utter a word.

"I'll teach you what happens when you act so fucking selfish-"

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When he's finished, Levi looks back at Evelyn desperately trying to clean the blood and cum from the sheets and floor. Her body covered in red welts after his punishment was complete.

The small bit of metal would be uncomfortable inside her, but at least now all his cum would stay inside so even someone as stubborn as her would be broken.

"Get yourself cleaned up when you're done. I want you on my arm for everyone to see how I treat my enemies."

[horizon-verizon]

Sometimes I feel like when people use the argument that Stannis is “the rightful heir because the Baratheons overthrew the Targaryens…”, I feel like they’re kinda missing the point or at least like, being purposefully obtuse just because they might not like Targaryens or believe that the better a warrior/larger army you have = better fit to rule.

I could argue that just because something is stolen doesn’t necessarily make it legitimate. The same way people KNOW that Cersei stole the throne from Robert, and Joffrey isn’t the “rightful” heir, could use the same logic against Robert and Stannis. Robert stole the throne, he’s technically a usurper, so in that case is there a “rightful” heir? Is Stannis the “rightful heir” or is he just next in line for the throne?

I don’t know, that’s just some thoughts I’ve had, I could be way off base though

So I wrote about what "usurper" means for Westerosi society/simplified EU "feudal" societies HERE.

"rightful heir" is a cultural phrase more to define how, by custom or by "law", "deserves" the throne. "Fit to rule", can overlap with this, but it is not an equal synonym. Just bc you have more soldiers, doesn't mean that you are "fit" to rule, but if you use said army and you won...you are a "legitimate" ruler.

FIRST -- if there had been no suspicion thrown on Cersei's kids, Stannis wouldn't have gone out of his way to try to take the throne and thus he'd be 4th in line behind Cersei's kids...as he technically still is during the War of Five Kings.

SECOND -- The thing with (mostly) successful overthrows of the past monarch is that....this is enough to establish the new, replacement ruling house as the "legitimate" ruling house...bc they won. It's weird, I suggest you read the post I'm linking.

Anyway, Cersei "stealing"--if we read how lines of succession of Westeros are customarily done--would be her "stealing" from Stannis, nor Robert. this is IF it were ever exposed that her kids were not Robert's, which it never was. Usurpations are a circumstance of force and greed or self-interested ambition or self preservation or, rarely, trying to steer the state into an envisioned "future"/"new world" come at force...not black and white "justice". I'm saying the ethical value of the motivation(s) behind usurping a sovereignty are not as moral as people sometimes want to believe or tout/misinform. You find this out while reading ASoIaF, when in the 80s-90s (remember this is when this series was first published) GRRM subverts the tale of the morally righteous ruler who supplants the evil ruling tyrant. Robert could have been the pure-driven knight who banishes the "dragon"...but we question how "good" or fit for rulership he really is when we get to know him and see what sort of priorities he has that are indicative of what sort of hierarchial society he lives and is a beneficiary of.

He regularly cheats on and beats his wife--a juxtaposition of the good, silent, behaviorally "pure" queen consort who supports her husband's every move or draws inspiration from the masses to follow them AND the her motives/relationship w/Robert show a darker, realer side to noble marriages in terms of the inequality.

He cosigns on the rape and murder of a woman for power and in hatred for the past dynasty's "dragon" prince that began with a slight to his masculinity.

He wants to continue to destroy that last vestige of the "dragon" family, its children (those who are one of the most vulnerable humans), not just bc he wishes to secure his seat but bc he genuinely sees them all, youngbloods and adults, as unworthy of mercy for descuring his sense of self--he dehumanizes them to do so.

In a way, he reflects the past mad king in his excesses and malevolence that's only banked by his being more rational. It's even repeated and obvious with how we know Aerys raped and beat his sister-wife Rhaella/Dany, Rhaegar, & Viserys' mother but the Kingsguard didn't do anything bc she is essentially his property and they "legally" can't go against his wishes or prevent him from enacting his will...but rather serve him to carry out his will and preserve his ability to do so by protecting his life above all else unless he says otherwise. Robert, does he not do the same with Cersei, and is Jaime similarly unable to do anything for Cersei without inviting great risk to them both? He is not as unchecked as Aerys, but just as selfish and he still enables bad-to-evil actors around him and they do him AND the quality of that uncheckedness comes not from governmental checks for a protected realm but comes from other nobles moving in their self interests. Nothing really has existential changed with his rule expect he has a corrupt council and another person determining his bigger decisions bc how powerful they are, how much they have and can still supply his rule and maintain his seat (Tywin). And we see that partially shown in how a war immediately breaks out after he's killed/dead for the succession.

But despite all this, the "legal"/customary rules riles that he is "fit" for the throne bc he won. He is King/Monarch. Imagine if Dany and Viserys were dead, if FAegon and all the Blackfyres were gone...yes Robert would be rightful and he's established a new dynasty. If Dany comes back or any Targ scion, and they win, he's a usurper and not rightful.

So instead, the question more is: what makes a near absolute ruler "fit" to rule (and before modern scholars come for me, yes monarchies are not great, I'm talking abt the introspection of interrogating current sociopolitical systems...esp those where we see no potential for the rise of peasants or traders or a rise of "bourgeoise" insight...this is a noble-led story, so let off)? It can't just be cultural custom or law. Thus we are divided b/t what the society sees as "fit", how they define it and how rigid or flexible according to circumstance that really ("law" or an individual's actions) is VS what we the reader consider a fit leader. And why do we think so, from what moral, ideologies, or philosophical references do we vs the characters draw from?

All of this works to peel back the veneer of "order" and show just how messy governance can be, can get, etc. how cyclically violent it can be and esp without some sort of existentially higher purpose.

So absolutely, some of them are missing the point (bc idk what else beyong Stannis is rightful heir some say). In fact, they are really just perpetuating & reinternalizing feudal or authoritarian definitions of "deserving", "rightful", "fit", "blood=being", "(male/masculine/able-bodied)warrior = good/fit leader". Because they want absolute answers or a total shift into a new, closer to our own social "democratic" order...which yes people vote, but even the worth of that vote is not absolutely understood or substantial without political understanding and we're back to some sort of "square one".

Fire and Blood serves to highlight that and contextualize Dany through her ancestors and the Dance is a huge old question of "deserving" based on sexism. and to give us more clues-mysteries on the origins of dragons/the nature of the bond. These nobles who could be focusing on more important things and preserve the knowledge of the Others at least...not reject magic and instead maybe learn to use it and their ordinary weapons of war for good, mostly protective purposes. Instead, bc they (Targs [who also "rejected" magic when they rejected their women to assimilate] and other Westerosi houses) are the apex of their society by being nobles and are constantly trying to define lines of power, they fight for revenge and power. They can and do prey on relatively more socially vulnerable people.

[deathsmallcaps]

Blue beetle spoilers. And spoilers for Macario (1960)

There’s plenty of articles out there already with this info but these are my thoughts.

Ok I just saw Blue Beetle and I’m in love with Xolo Maridueña!!! His character Jaime Reyes is so enthusiastic and loves his family and ultimately kind. And he has sweet eyes XD. It’s really cool he got the role because of his martial arts skills.

Harvey Guillén is in there! He plays another character with the same last name, de la Cruz, so maybe we can jokingly have crossovers in this universe with What we do in the Shadows. Blade (admittedly Marvel but still) is semi-canon already. (I didn’t catch the entirety of his real name sorry, just definitely the end.)(idk if Guillermo de la Cruz is his full name or if his name was shuffled around/inaccurately represented due to USian naming customs)

I loved George Lopez as Uncle Rudy. He rocks the kookiness!

Nana was hella cool. Between her implied revolutionary backstory (she hates Imperialists! The way she pulls out her braids when it’s time to attack makes me think that she was part of a pro-Mexico or maybe pro-Indigenous force back in the day) and Ignacio’s backstory (his mother, his only family, murdered in a ‘anti-communist’ attack in Guatemala, and then he was sent to ‘Escuela de las Americas’, a USA funded ‘school’ that basically churned out child soldiers and later adult destabilizers sent out to disrupt Latin America in the name of USian interests (its still in operation), and then he was experimented upon by the very people that ruined his life (a la the Tuskegee Airmen Experiment) really speaks to the racism and imperialism that affects the family in the movie and many people face today (preaching to the choir I know). The fight ain’t over.

(First link is in spanish, second link is the English Wikipedia page)

I appreciate that a good half of Jaime’s family were not in the US legally. The constant terror and unwillingness to seek help for fear of attention was quite palpable, and I think really adds to the idea that superheroes are supposed to make sure ALL people live safely and happily - legality should not contradict human rights. And hell, even though they were in the USA, their home was still threatened - by gentrification!

The poor Dad’s death is sadly not an uncommon phenomenon. Many immigrants, but especially undocumented ones, work themselves to the bone, both physically and emotionally. Poverty and instability kill more than any capitalist would ever like to acknowledge. And yet Alberto still found it in his heart to be kind whenever possible. I really respect that. And I think his kindness inspired Rocio (the mom, who is totally cool) and Milagro (sister) to keep on after his death.

The body horror aspects were interesting, for both Jaime and Ignacio Caripax. I hope they lean into that in later works.

But what really caught my eye was the cave of candles that appeared twice in the story. There’s a European story, Godfather Death, about a godchild of the personification of death who gets given the power to heal, and ultimately (in some people’s views) wastes it in greed and/or love. He gets to watch his life, represented as a candle, blow out. However, in Spanish, death is a feminine concept, and so Death is a godmother in that situation. Godmother Death* is thus a common story in Latin America too, but especially in Mexico and Guatemala, where Maya beliefs mixed with Catholic ones.

It turns out, the creators wanted to bring in some Latine magical realism and reference the classic Mexican film, **Macario, which is based on a novel based on a local legend that was likely based on La Madrina Muerte. I’ve ordered the book, lol, and will watch the movie soon. I’m quite excited to see it.

I found it quite interesting that Jaime’s acceptance of Khaji Da and the Macario/Madrina Muerte scene happened really close to each other. In a way, he chose compromise to continue with life, as opposed to Macario’s/the Godson’s stubbornness which lead to their deaths. His willingness to work with Khaji Da (scarabs are symbols of rebirth btw) shows a willingness to work with his place in the life and death cycle, and the Madrina Muerte themes showcase his interest in alleviating suffering***.

In any case, if you have money for a ticket, I highly suggest going to see Blue Beetle! It’s totally worth it.

*La Madrina Muerte, in Spanish. I’ve been somewhat obsessed with it since I was a preteen, as I came across the Spanish version translated to English first. My tumblr name is *somewhat* related lol.

I was somewhat inspired by La Calavera Catrina art, Santa Muerte and the Grim Reaper when I drew this.

**for some reason tumblr has decided that two links is quite enough for this post. Sometimes it just doesn’t let me add more links? Or copy/paste!!? Anyway if you’d like to read a more knowledgeable article about the relationship between the two films, look up ‘macario blue beetle’ & then an article by slashfilm will appear.

***In the legend, the godson is given a plant, a potion, or just the power to heal. But he must abide by Death’s position by the bed of the afflicted person. If death is at the foot of the bed, then they were meant to live, and he gets to take away their suffering and cure them entirely. But if Death stood by the head of the bed, then the person was meant to die soon, and so the Godson had to leave them be. In either case, Death prefers to end suffering - through complete healing or a cessation of life. However, Jaime makes sure (when he can) to help people live and be able to choose what to do with their life (like in the case of Ignacio). And Khaji Da respects that.

[mosrambles]

Im not into fashion but

sometimes i think about Robert Wun's exploration of time couture. The fall 2024 collection started out with his standard works of art (standard is a terrible word, his work is FABULOUS). they ranged from exploring the passage of time from the seasons to the circle of life.

“It is a search for its meaning, and the time’s effect on the ephemeral world,”

The two themes were almost intertwined, and I absolutely ADORE the transition from visions of blooming flowers to decay and visible burned fabric.

But of course what im here to ramble about. His last 4 pieces.

They are meant to represent the skin, flesh, bone, and soul. 4 essential parts of living. This in of itself being the exit pieces of a collection about TIME i love because over time you slowly loose these things, one after another. Whether it be loosing flesh in accidents, scars forming and blending into memories, or the flex and pull of flesh as we humans grow and contract. The decay of bones and marrow, breaking and setting. And finally, the soul.

God the soul. A nonmaterial essence of a person, the reason, character, feeling, consciousness, everything. Whether taken in a religious context or not, the soul is the animating principle. For a collection describing the passage of time on earth to circle back to the human process only brings the question, why? Why after so much nature-esc imagery would Wun come back to us?

Perhaps its because we're the only ones who have put the soul into words. It is true that the earth's organisms seem infinitesimal when it comes to discussing topics like these, but those same organisms are closer to the earths soul than us. Hell, take a look again at the couture. Biotic organisms excluding humans are far closer to the anima mundi than we are. They are in the dirt, the rocks, speaking a language we cannot comprehend.

There is something visceral about the final piece of Wun's collection (i like the word visceral). Maybe its just my unhealthy space fixation or maybe its the featureless face and almost welcoming pose. Either way, for the soul to be depicted as the cosmos is as close as you can get to accurate. Some may say the soul is a bright flash, a light so blinding you cant perceive it. On the contrary I think the soul is a dark thing, as empty as space. Only when it is compressed and molded (i.e. the formation of stars, planets, etc.) does it BE. Only then does the soul take on meaning. The soul can exist in a space yes, but as the sum total energy of a being, one cannot hope to feed their souls hunger and greed without experiences. I believe the soul is an ever-growing thing. I was raised on the thought that body and soul are separate yet indivisible partners in human life. While this is true, the body must grow in order for the soul to do the same. Only with the passage of time can we hope to be full of stars.

Thus concludes today's ramble as my joints hurt, stay tuned for whats most likely to be a show-based ramble tomorrow.

[stories-of-kore]

Camp Krell - chapter one, part four

Right, so there are ten cabins in total, five that hold three campers, and five that hold five campers. When you first enter the cabin, you’d be in the kitchen, a large open space with an island in the centre. Kitchens are fully equipped to the point where they could be classed as proper industrial kitchens. I mean, hell, we even have freeze-dryers! Anyways, there’s a door at the back of the kitchen that leads to the living room, one of the bathrooms and the stairs up to the second room, with a lot of sofas, beanbags and other supersnug seating, plus a large TV mounted to a wall. Once you head up the stairs, you get to the main event: the comfiest bedroom in any summer camp in the world! Okay, that might be an exaggeration. But they’re still like, hella comfy. There are three single beds in a three-person cabin, but the five-person cabins have two bunk beds and a single bed. Both types of cabin have the beds arranged in - you guessed it - another semicircle, and the flat wall they’re facing has a whiteboard that doubles as a projector screen. The only reason I know this much about the five-person cabin when I'm staying in a three-person open is because Noto’s staying in a five-person cabin. We tend to spend quite a bit of time with him and his cabin mates, since movie nights are completely epic chaos with pillows flying everywhere.

Now that that’s over with, back to Fayne, who had divided the board into three sections titled ‘Deal demons’, ‘Subservients’ and ‘High lords’. “Right, sit your traumatised asses down; Professor Fayne’s giving you a crash course on the demonic hierarchy.” I already knew this was going to be a long explanation, so I gingerly rested my head on Kaffeyne’s shoulder the moment she took her usual spot next to me on my bed.

“There are three kinds of demons, deal demons, subservients and high lords. We’ll start with the high lords, since they are the simplest to explain. There are five lords at a time, no more, no less. They are the strongest demons, and no other demon can enter their territory without their permission. If a high lord is killed by another demon, the demon takes their place. Most high lords have a strong hatred for deal demons, even if they used to be one. They are greedy, territorial power vacuums and it’s always a race to see what demons take their place. So, like capitalism really.” As she spoke, she wrote the key points for the demons in their section. I’ve said this to her before, but Fayne would make a great teacher. She explains things so clearly!

“Moving on to the deal demons, they have four subsets; soul reapers, puppeteers, greed collectors and envy slaves. Soul reapers and puppeteers have the most in common, so I’ll go through them first. They both strike deals with humans to steal their souls, and are very fond of long, drawn out contracts instead of the quick deal. However, what they do with the souls is different. Reapers eat or consume the souls in some way, leaving the husk of a body behind, but puppeteers steal the souls and drag them down to their own demonic pocket realm to use as thralls for the rest of eternity. Honestly, those two are the worst possible option for finding a demon out in the wild.” Noto groaned upon hearing this, interrupting Kaffeyne’s… teaching? Lecture? I don’t know.

“Of course we’re stuck with one of the worst possible options living inside the woods outside of this stupid camp…”

“Shut up and let me finish, I still have a lot to cover.”

“Right, sor-“

“Shush.” Noto remained completely silent. What a simp. I swear, those two need to kiss or something, the romantic tension between those two is so palpable!

“Right, back to where I was before I was so rudely interrupted-” “I apologised!” “No. ANYWAYS, moving on to the other two categories of demon; greed collectors and envy slaves. Greed collectors are materialistic, their contracts are always a person’s entire wealth, net worth and then some. They aren’t picky with who they make deals with, as long as they can grow their wealth they’re happy. That’s why they’re often known as diplomatic dragons, they are willing to talk their way into any deal as long as it grows their hoard. Greed collectors are the only demons known to be able to create other demons, as humans who fail to complete their contract within the usually short time period have their spirits bound to the sin of envy, forever jealous of those who have more wealth.” 

“Wait… people can become demons?!” That concept terrified me. What if I was turned into a thing like the Krell?!

“Calm down Tam, its highly uncommon. And envy slaves are never fully transformed into demons, they’re partially turned. To fully turn someone, you’d have to replace all of their blood with demonic ichor, which is a difficult and painstaking process, since you’d have to keep them alive whilst doing this. Ah- don’t, Noto. I’ll answer questions once I’m done.”

“Fine.”

[kylo-wrecked]

👀🥂 💋 [music!Ben, maybe he did wake the dead after all]

{ 🎁  You broke and bought: music!Ben }

New Year's Eve in New York City entails an overabundance of everything, although not enough of the moreish things. Inevitably, Ben comes up with an excuse to leave yet another party, ushering Grant in and out of a Central Park South elevator, through the raucous, cold-blooded night, and in and out of a TriBeCa elevator. And, well, it's a small consolation, but at least Ben snorts whatever he snorts at home, out of sight, behind monolithic sliding doors. 

Around midnight, Ben's bushy-tailed, legged up on the graphite elbow of his couch like it's someone else's rummage, another shirt button undone, another drink drained, wondering what, is, taking Grant, so long, and it's only when he furtively remerges through the archway that Ben stops tapping his foot. Hackles raising like a cat's. 

Trails of light pollution slant through Ben's total facade windows, space pod going smoky in the semi-dark. He gazes up at Grant from beneath his brow and ticks off several sour notes, notes that don't land. Grant walks in without a drink; stroke of midnight and he's a man lost, a man who doesn't know his clothes, his hair, the taste in his mouth. 

"Spector." 

There's a pause, a beat or two, in which Ben considers how Marc moves in his body. The discomfit, compared with Jake's friendly slump or Grant's fastidiousness that held them together and made Ben fucking sick. Sick with something he couldn't even name. Something primordial. Beyond your basic wrath, and lust, and greed. 

"As I live and breathe," Ben deadpans, stretching on the sofa, everything in him tightening. Everything on him tightening, too. "Glad you could join us. I've heard so much about you. Only good things." 

Only things that make Ben Solo look better. 

The restraint on his face is a pretty mask, if a flimsy one. Ben knows it's wrong to try and make a meal out of a guy in a vulnerable state, but fuck if it doesn't excite him, if it doesn't show all over his body, twitching under reptilian fibers, a shirt of the sort of print and hue that's so deep and dripping it's almost alive. Like one would imagine Ben's heart. Swollen black and pumping ink. 

He knows he's breaching tricky waters when he wades off the couch and breaks Marc's boundaries. (* And how could Ben know that Grant didn't just let him get this close, paparazzi-field-day close, because he helped finance his sad little movie? *) 

"Happy New Year." 

Let it be cocaine brain, let it be some other drug working his pituitary gland like an Olympic athlete. Ben knows he's treading treacherous waters when he feels his face go soft, and he can't mold it back into a cool, unseeable, unreadable shape.

"Hey—" and he kisses Marc on the mouth, just once, a gentle, closed-lip peck, and pauses, fully prepared to get his teeth knocked out on the first day of the year. 

@silverjetsystm

[the-pumpkin-king-lament]

Jack Skellington // The Pumpkin King

Archetype — The Magician Birthday — October 30, 1990 Zodiac Sign(s) — Scorpio Sun / Aries Moon / Leo Ascending MBTI — ENFP Enneagram — 4 Temperament — Sanguine Moral Alignment — Chaotic neutral Primary Vice — Greed Primary Virtue — Hope Element — Fire

Overview:

Mother — a mara, name unknown Father — Gabriel Cromwell, deceased Mother’s Occupation — uh giving people nightmares Father’s Occupation — failed professional sorcerer Family Finances — Poor/criminal/homeless Birth Order — Only child Brothers — none Sisters — none Other Close Family — None that he knows about. He has found family / created family LOL. Best Friend — Help Wanted Other Friends — Zed, Gracie, Mr. Limitless, Marathon (he made these ppl) Enemies — Mother Wonderful. Pets — Zed Home Life During Childhood — Jack's father was half-mad, a drunk, and got by on selling pretty cheap badly made curses and doing the occasional conjuring. The only reason he kept Jack around was in hopes of his mother coming back again, which Jack was told constantly. He was, therefore, a lonely and unloved child, who learned how to keep himself company and entertain himself through delusions of grandeur/his dreams/his comics. Town or City Name(s) — Las Vegas, NV. Spent most time going from motel to motel/hotel to hotel. As a teenager, he briefly experienced stability before becoming homeless. What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — once Jack learned to control his powers, he was a total maximalist, filling his rooms with all kinds of crazy dreamstuff. But he also was a hoarder and very secretive, so he kept a lot of things in his closet, under his bed, etc. Any Sports or Clubs — he barely went to school!!!! Favorite Toy or Game — He draws comics for fun! Schooling — Some elementary and middle school Favorite Subject — Art class. Popular or Loner — Loner Important Experiences or Events — Dreaming up Mother Wonderful, Killing his father, becoming homeless, learning how to control his gifts, establishing his 'magic act' (haunts), learning how to sell his dreamstuff to make a good buck Nationality — American Religion and beliefs — Anarchy ftw nothing matters then we die but until then we ball

Physical Appearance

Face Claim — Christian Yu Complexion — Tan Hair Colour — Black Eye Colour — Brown Height — 5'9 Build — Muscular, he works out bro Tattoos — Complicated. He has many markings on his body-- basically two full sleeves, chest tattoos, neck tattoo and back tattoos. But the thing is that some of them aren't tattoos, they're the wounds from living nightmares as they were pulled from his dreams. He has gotten some regular tattoos tho lol. If you pay attention, you'll notice the various flowers/vine tattoos that he has change. Piercings — Earlobes, nose. Common Hairstyle — on the long side, kind of shaggy and thick. He styles it before his shows. Clothing Style — Old Vegas Glamor. Western-influenced suits and dress shirts with bold colors and lots of glitz, sequins, glitter, fringe, etc. Mannerisms — Stands too close to people constantly. Intense eye contact. Has an oral fixation so he often has something in his mouth.

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — He is more sensitive to extremes in temperature than your average person. Is a bitch in the cold, gets sick in the heat. Physical Ailments — Well he's kind of doomed to feel hungry forever. Neurological Conditions — half-mad from the lifelong hunger and magic trying to kill him thing. Allergies — Caffeine lol. Grooming Habits — Jack showers every day, sometimes twice a day. He loves the process of getting ready and donning his performance clothes. Sleeping Habits — A funny question to ask a Night Child. Eating Habits — Always hungry. Always chewing on pencils, his cuticles, toothpicks, gum, popping mints and little candies, especially tootsie roll pops, which he eats like some cool guys smoke cigarettes. Exercise Habits — when he's trying not to sleep for whatever reason, he puts it off by exercising in the middle of the night. He runs, lifts weights, etc, so I guess that's why he's kinda swole Sociability — Jack actually really likes people! He finds them fascinating and their fears are juicy. He loves to be around people and to people-watch-- an extrovert at his core, but also deeply distrustful, paranoid, moody, and often lonely, who self-sabotages most of his connections Addictions — Nightmares. Fear. Drug Use — he's tried a lot of drugs but none of them help with the hunger so he never developed a true habit. He smokes pot and does other party drugs now and then. Alcohol Use — yup. Fruity cocktail drinker.

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — ...scaring people on purpose. Doing crime. Lack of boundaries, being rude, trying to get a rise out of people on purpose, Good Habits — He's very artistic... and creative... Worst Memory — Dreaming up Mother Wonderful Best Memory — Dreaming up Mother Wonderful Proud of — His dreamstuff! His living nightmares, to an extent. That he's powerful. That he's alive. That he's sexy. Embarrassed by — Aphrodite Driving Style — vroom vroom baby top down let's go. He dreamed up his sports car. sorry for the ronancore again he's a guy who likes shiny things. Fears — Mother Wonderful. Being consumed by the garden in the sand. Dying. Living. Regrets — Everything that happened in Caesar Town. Feels Vulnerable When — Asleep Pet Peeves — boring people who ask boring questions like how are you why can't we ask things like if you were a ghost for a day what would you do Sexuality — pansexual Exercise Routine — the night thing Day or Night Person — Night person Introvert or Extrovert — extrovert Optimist or Pessimist — nihilist probably but in a fun way!

[poppinsposts]

It’s a little nippy in my neck of the woods! I can’t walk to my car without freezing and Chiefs/Dolphins played a whole football game in it. Mahomes seemed unaffected. That’s a true athlete who absolutely loves what he does! But Andy looked a little like a walrus when his mustache froze. And I saw a guy in the stands who had his shirt off! Wow! I wonder how much frostbite was treated.

But we won!!!! Woot woot!! 🎊🎉🎊🎉🥶🥶🥶

You know, when someone shows you who they are and what they really want from you, take heed. I figured out what a guy wanted from me and because I’m a lady, I backed away. We had different ideas as to what we wanted. Maybe I am just totally naive, but I really thought he cared. That’s always been my problem, thinking everyone thinks like me. I am really working hard to change that attribute about me.

I’m watching “Life below zero” and I love it! It’s 8 below here and these Alaskans are working out in 50 below. Can’t even imagine what that feels like. I’m part Indian, but no one ever showed me the traditions of my heritage, but I believe a lot of it’s genetic. I’m very intuitive and believe in the way they lived. Take care of Mother Earth, only kill animals for necessity and use all of the animal. The only thing I couldn’t do, because I wasn’t raised on wild game, don’t think I could eat it. They make beaver stew and fry squirrel, rabbit, moose and pretty much any animal roaming the land. They are super hard workers. Puts me to shame really. I just love nature shows. Most indigenous people are wise. I see them as the keepers of the earth. But…. Not very many are listening. Greed has taken control.

I was off work 3 days last week. I hope I get a full week this week. I have a lot to teach and I’m already 3 days behind.

I have a student from El Salvador. She was born here, but her husband, from Mexico is trying to get his green card. He went to college and now works for a corporation where he’s the only brown boy. They’ve been nice to him, but they say very privileged things to him, and they seriously don’t get it. My student showed me a video of her valentines decorations, some heart lights and a few nicknacks that she was soooo proud of! They have very little, and I totally teared up when she showed me her video. They want so little, just a better life. She’s already had 2 guests that said very racist things to her. I wanted to punch them. I didn’t, but it infuriates me!

My little Jazzy boo is showing signs of being very smart. And very intuitive. She protects me like I’m her God. She saw the shadow of the mailman go by yesterday, she barked, then came running to me, put her body on top of mine and kept looking at the door. I think she may have been in a house with domestic violence. Otherwise, is that normal? My Mindy never did that.

I’ve been cooking/baking so much during these snow days. It makes me so happy. Todays menu, baked Parmesan chicken, fresh green beans, and mashed potatoes. And a cake my GG used to make. Make a chocolate care, poke finger sized holes all over it when done baking, poor caramel sauce all over cake, going into the holes, with a whipped cream-esque frosting and then crumble heath bars on top. It’s my favorite cake! GG used to make it for me on my birthday. I miss her so much!!!

Have a great day!!!

[yuichi-ro]

jinpachi ego x fem!Reader

cw: third perosn POV, plus size!Reader, sub!Reader, dom!Ego, established relationship, watersports, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, cervix fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, unedited word count: 2k

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠, 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄

With a grin curling itself on his face as each finger swished in tandem against the velvety walls of her spasming core, Jinpachi couldn't help lick his lips at the sight. Held before him, not in his palm but writhing on his fingers as they stirred emotions and pleasure from her in a single get go. He kept his greed close to him as his ego grew in size at the mere pathetic sight standing above him. A firm grip on her thigh to stabilize her erratic hips from moving too far away from him. He would decide when she could move. And when she'd experience pure bliss.

"Is that all?" He tone short, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose only to shift on his face when he looked up at her, "Well?" A forceful thrust into her core meant the woman's moan was ripped from her lips before she even realized it. A beautiful noise but not the answer he was looking for.

"No no no! It's not-" Her breathing hitched when both pads of his fingers pressed towards the back near her cervix in a total one eighty of how he had them. Those longer fingers long since tapping away at the keyboard in front of him. Now wrapped in comfort and warmth as he took his time fingering her up to this point of insanity. Sending a shiver right up her spine leading to her needing to grip his shoulders for dear life when her legs wanted to give out on her. Half lidded eyes shrouded in nothing but pure animalistic pleasure were cast down on him as he slowed his fingers and she was able to get another few words in, "Your- Fuck- I have to pee- You keep-"

Not an ounce of hesitation in his fluid motions. Those fingers that ravaged her core once again made the woman above him form a death grip on his shoulders and wiggle her hips as she so clearly struggled to stay standing on her feet above him like such. Crooked grin on his face Jinpachi leaned in and licked up the stretch marks on her thigh before slowing his fingers again, "You'll piss yourself? All over my hand like this? Over my fingers? Please-" His smile curled up to his ears and without warning he twisted his wrist so those same finger pads that had brushed against her cervix now threatened the very spot that would make her warning a reality, "Don't give me such an ego boost."

His word play earned a glare but that was short lived. He puppeted her pleasure like it was second nature to him. Curling his fingers against her bladder in the fleeting enjoyment of each lewd noise that made it past her lips. Growing in noise and in disgust for such a sight. He reveled in it without a care if his coworker was dumb enough to not heed his warning about quality time with his wife. It was in his contract after all, that he got the free time to do exactly as he pleased without interruptions.

"Jinpachi-" The weak excuse of a plea broke him from his enjoyment of the midday frolic. Above him the face of a woman at her limit. One he loved to be the cause of. And as she clenched and fought off the advancing pleasure, he was about to show her just how wonderful bullying his contract with Blue Lock was for the both of them.

"Do it." He demanded with a quickening of his fingers plunging inside her.

"W-What-?" 

Jinpachi licked his lips asserting he knew her body better than she did at this very moment. Refusing to let up on his fingering, abusing the parts of her that made her twist his shirt and whine his name. Pressing his lips to the stretch marks scattered across her belly as he somehow got them deeper within her without letting up on the pressure on her bladder, "Do it." He mumbled against her belly, "Piss down my arm. Absolute filthiness of it all. I want to feel it."

Drowning in his words as well as his actions she still struggled to hold onto sanity and the one thing eating away at her, "But the clean up-" 

"I don't care-" Jinpachi snapped. Reaching to gather the closest pile of his dirty laundry he'd yet to kick out of the way. Puzzling her but not letting her think as he didn't stop his fingers. Until there was a pile of his own clothes under both of them as well as scooting closer under her, "I'll make someone else clean it up. Won't tell anyone- It's not our job after all. So do it. Piss down my arm. Be a good girl for me."

That was it. He did know her body better than she did. Each second that was a struggle somehow only made the gush of liquid all that much more arousing. Fighting it to the bitter end even after he demanded it. Jinpachi curled his fingers just a bit more against her bladder and won the struggle between the two of them. 

The warm liquid immediately made his fingers squelch when he pushed them inside her through it. He saw no reason to let up on it. Fingering her just as fervently as he had been up to this point. Getting what he wished for as her thighs jiggled and trembled as the pleasure his fingers gave her skittered up and down her spine and throughout her entire body. Belly sucking in a choking breath as the waterfall of piss rolled down his pale arms. Quick to soak into the rolled up bit of his black work shirt. And overflowing from there. Until it endlessly streamed down his arm and dripped onto the dirty laundry under the both of them just as he planned. A light sprinkle turned into the woman above him letting everything out as she gasped for a breath and was left trembling in pleasure until the last droplet of piss rolled down the twitching tendons of his forearm. 

"Sit down." Jinpachi demanded without context except for the quick removal of his fingers the second she stopped peeing.

"Wait- Hold on I-" She protested only for the simple fact she was trying to recover from whatever the hell he'd just done to her. It wasn't for long though as he didn't blink an eye using his piss covered hands to grab her wrists and urge her down to him. 

In the haze of the only thing that could be explained as an orgasm, she hadn't noticed how quickly he'd unzipped and pulled down his pants. Realizing what he really meant by sit when Jinpachi had her lean into his chest just so he could reach down and position himself at her piss soaked entrance. And if his fingers hadn't been enough to unearth every overly sensitive nerve in her cunt, the quick push of his cock deep within her twitching walls reawoken the maddening pleasure he'd held above her head the entire time he fingered her. 

"Fuck..." The first hiss of pleasure from the man under her. Facade nowhere near cracking though. Jinpachi forced her into his chest as both hands encircled her sides and spread her ass apart so she was forced to sit down on every inch of his aching cock. His own shaken breath filled his lungs when Jinpachi rutted up into her soaked insides. Piss and slick mixed together to make it that much easier to push his cock right up against his mark. 

A twitch of his cock against her cervix and Jinpachi groaned when she tucked her face in his neck. Almost like relief. And with the growing scent of piss emanating from under them as well as staining their skin together. Both of them didn't stop there. His hands held her hips down when she sat up a little. Jinpachi relaxing back in the clusterfuck of dirty clothes to admire the sight above him. Wasting that little time before bucking his hips up into her just to see the twisted contorted face of pleasure so easily cock drunk on him after all these years.

"F-Fuck-" She exhaled through clenched teeth while dragging her fingers down his clothed chest, "Fuck you." Said with a smile and no real authority behind it. They both couldn't stop grinning at one another before Jinpachi took it a step further.

Rutting deep as he could manage. Using her weight to his advantage. He loved the soft squishiness of her core spasming around him. Just as wonderful as he thought it would be if she'd let loose a little. The retired soccer player felt her tense above him at the same moment a tightness crept into his belly. He'd really only have one shot at this. But a man with so much ego had little to doubt about himself.

Fucking her above him. Jinpachi needed to tell her to do little. Doing so on her own as she reached down to find her piss soaked clit. Slimy with juices and the little bit of pee that still clung to her. She had no qualms about rubbing herself to the rhythm of his strokes. Untouched clit begging for this attention after Jinpachi purposely neglected her bud of nerves for such a long time. And then to force her to cum vaginally like this. It was something only an egotistical maniac could manage. Along with the next one building inside her with each gasp that passed her lips. 

"Jinpachi- Fuck- Fuck I can't- I-" Babbling nonesense did not slow his thrusts. In fact that only made him hold on to the way his cock curved right in at the perfect moment each time their hips met. 

It couldn't last. And it wouldn't.

"S-Shit-" Dark eyes rolling to the back of his head for a moment of pure bliss. Jinpachi took what was his when he slammed his hips up into her. Orgasm exploding in his own senses. And fucking her right through that as cum drooled out around his cock with each spurt deeper inside. She only needed those handful of more strokes before another orgasm took her as well. Dryer than the one before. But twice as violent. The erratic rubbing of her clit assured how tight her walls got around his cock. Milking him of every last drop cum. What wasn't gooey around his cock as his thrusts slowed, was pushed up deeper into her as the last little bits of their orgasm finished. 

Piss and cum stained work clothes under both of them. Jinpachi didn't let her get a word in edgewise at what had just happened as a hand came behind her head and pulled her down to him. Kiss as raunchy as the sex they just had. He kissed her hard until she gave way to moans and his greed of sucking on her tongue as she wiggled and couldn't even think straight. Still throbbing after such an orgasm. His cock still inside her, no help. When she was finally able to break away from his siren like spell, all that waited for her was a grin. 

"What?" He pushed her down on his cock and enjoyed the bit of fucked out bliss that still crossed her face.

Fistful of laundry as she held herself up above him, she shook her head still trying to recoup from the very first orgasm, "Don't what me, you ass."

Jinpachi snaked his hands up her thighs and didn't hesitate to have his hands on her tits when he squeezed them with a grin, "Wanna go again?"

With filth under both of them. And a long deserved bath after this bullshit he pulled. There was no reason in ending the fun early anyways, "Sure." She said, wiggling herself on his cock and watching the partially overstimulated man roll his head back in bliss, "But you're picking this up."

Eyes closed Jinpachi still couldn't stop grinning, "If it'll benefit me, I'll do anything."

[moxfirefly]

Can you do #46 for Raphael?

I most certainly can!

"They're gonna hear us." "Then I guess you better be quiet."

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

This was a bad idea.

Well it was also a very very good idea, but still terribly bad.

Staying up with Raphael was always a fun time, it finally meant some alone time once everyone would settle into their beds. Sure enough the hush conversation the two of you were having on couch in the living room had turned into some kissing.

Which eventually turned into a full blown make out session.

You could kiss Raph all day and night, amongst other things. As he kissed you, a slow sensual lip lock, you felt that large wandering hand of his slide onto your inner thigh. He more than felt your breath hitch against your lips. With a confident smirk against your lips you felt your cheeks flush crimson, just the color he loves so much on you. Slowly, feather like much to your enjoyment, he set about dropping soft chaste kisses across your jaw.

Just as that hand made a dangerous path upwards.

Your eyes find the nearest door in your sights and it no less belongs to the resident insomniac of the family. “Raph?” Your hushed albeit breathless voice feels too loud to you in the dark and quiet living area. You felt that treacherous voice of his close to your pulse point, an embarrassing gush of warmth pooling in your underwear. “What baby?” It was soft and smooth against your neck but it’s teasing undertone was very much there. He pressed a palm to your clothed sex, reveling in your much sharper intake of breath. Your eyes still stayed where the lab was.

“Your brother” You whispered with more urgency, even if your legs were spreading.

“Mikey sleeps like the dead,” He gently bit at your neck but you shook your head.

“No no the other one-“ Your eyes rolled back when you felt him sneak a finger into the pant leg of your sleep shorts and find your core.

“Leo? He ain’t waking up” Raph felt your hands smack his arm and then point towards the lab, you were too busy bitting your lower lip to speak. “Donnie? You worried he’s gonna catch us?” He wanted to truly laugh but he muffled said guffaws against your neck.

“He’s totally awake and you know it” It was a breathless reply, your tone going up before you slapped a hand over your mouth. The red banded brute had chosen to slip a thick digit into your heat. “He barely sleeps but he lives in there so we’re good” He licked the spot he bit on your neck before finding your lips and kissing them slowly, just as he hooked a finger and threw a breathy moan from you. There was simply no way you were going to be able to remain silent during this.

Even as a mischievous grin spread across Raph’s scarred lips.

Removing his finger from you, and highly enjoying your needy moan at the loss, he licked it clean. He got off the sofa and knelt in front of you.

Oh hell no.

“Turn around and bend over the couch” He grinned and even in the dimly lit space you could tell he was trying really hard not to laugh at your expense. You nudged him with your foot, barely moving him, but he grabbed your ankle. Fingers played with your skin, and just to drive his point further he placed a kiss on your knee.

“They’re gonna hear us” Was all your quiet suffering voice could manage.

Raph chuckled, large hand massaging your calf. “Then I guess you better be quiet”

You swallowed, another surge of heat filling you up as you got into position. On your knees with your arms resting on the back of the couch you watched the soft lighting in the lab. What if he came out to get a coffee? Or a snack? Or simply because this is home too. Just as nerves began to hit, you felt Raph slide your shorts down and a very enticing sigh left him.

You would kill Donnie if he came out now, you’d throttle him for sure.

Right now this is all your mind could concentrate on. A breathy ‘fuuuck’ that was whispered against your most intimate of places. Those very large hands of his you could never get enough landed on your cheeks, spreading them to his desire and soon enough to felt his hot breath against your folds. He gave a teasing flick of his tongue, enjoying the way you jumped a little. A few more teasing licks just for his own personal greed and enjoyment and you felt his full lips around the sensitive nub. He straight up kissed it, thankful of the meal he was about feast upon.

Meanwhile you where about bite your tongue off. Raph and you have always been vocal so keeping quiet was a true test of abilities, and right now he had the advantage of having his face buried in you.

You bit your forearm, thighs already shaky as he worked you over, tongue dipping into your folds with a groan. For Raph all he cared about was the taste of you, your scent engulfing him and the shudder he get your body give when his tongue dipped inside of you. A deep rumbling churr vibrated against your most intimate of parts, the very sensation of it making a much louder mewl escape you. You covered your mouth, eyes wide as you prayed that nobody had heard that. Raph couldn’t withstand the urge, drinking you like this, having you trying to hold back the desperate sounds of your pleasure. His already throbbing cock was proving to be a distraction, slipping a hand into his own shorts he gripped his hard length and pumped.

That itself made him moan against your cunt, tongue lapping greedily as you began to love your hips seeking more friction. The slick covering his hand wasn’t as good as your own, the way you engulfed him so perfectly and tight.

He needed you.

Flicking his tongue faster he felt you go rigid, thighs shaking and a gush of something so deliciously good hit his tongue. Whenever you came like this, breath still and body trembling, he loved it. Raphael ended your perfect torment with one last long lick.

As you recovered, more red faced than usual from holding in your sounds, you felt his hands travel up your body and grip your breasts. “How ‘bout we see just how quiet ya can be?” You felt him grin against your back.

“There’s no fucking way-“ You barely could finish your sentence when you felt him press up against you, that thick length of his making you whimper. He entered you like that, slow and steady. That first thrust only served to test your abilities to remain silent.

When he picked up speed, slamming into you in quick short thrusts you covered your mouth in hopes to quiet your increasing moans.

But you knew full well that wasn’t going to work for the rest of the night.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Mr Barron x Spouse!Ymbryne!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Reader has a serious talk with Barron. Love and fear collide, and you win.

Warnings: Angst, referencing the killing of peculiar children

"And what about me?" I ask, courage rising to the top as i turn round to see him walking to the door, having thought our conversation was over. Having thought I was feeling more timid, then I am. And almost any other day he would've been right. He could have told me his plans and I would have quietly let him walk away- I would have packed up myself and the kids quietly that night and left the country without looking him in the eye.

And I'd count the days until he found us, knowing I'd kill him the same way.

But it seems my oats were laced with adrenaline this morning, and I'm rooted to the spot but my tongue is sharp.

He stops, turns around carefully, and tilts his head; A look of deep confusion on his face. Its almost funny. "Wh- I'm sorry, what?" He asks, rather bluntly.

My brows quirk up my forehead, prompting him to buck up. I need to know. Now. Please, he must love me enough to give me a head start, at least. Surely... "Will you kill me too, eventually?"

Immediately he comes forward, and his hands come for me, and I'm too weak- to back up. My words may be ready to fight but my body isn't, not when he cups my face and those familiar eyes are so earnest, so sincere, so surprised.

Why he would be surprised by my words, I have no clue.

"No," He pleads, trying to make me believe him. Pressing his forehead to mine, he traces the pads of his thumbs across my temples. "No, never. Not you... Godamnit, Y/N, you're special, you're important... I love you... I could never hurt you... " I almost do, because I desperately want to. I want to believe he truly loves me enough to keep me safe from all this, his greed and his curiosity. Because I deeply love him...

But I cant believe him. I cant believe that he could possibly have a separate part of him... for me. That he could separate me and my all this in his brain... I must believe that eventually, he would get desperate and they would merge, and I would get destroyed. Even if it was true and by some miracle his intentions towards me were entirely pure, I cant afford to. I have my kids to focus on, and their survival depends on me believing that he's totally, and irreversibly evil... from every, crevice.

"And my kids?" As I was thinking, hardening my heart towards him, I had removed my gaze from his; Looked down. But now I flick my eyes back up to his, and watch the inevitable wobble.

And inevitable, it is. He hesitates, holding eye contact for a good moment but looking more as if he were on the defensive... rather then if he were about to assure me.

"Uh- Uh... U-U-Um, well-" He looks away and I take in a deep breath, pulling away from him. "We- Well Y/N, come on, Spitfire, I- I, I have to do this. Hey, I promise if I don't have to, I wont come near your kids. But I... well, I... "

"You cant promise me that if have to, you wont." I finish for him, stepping back entirely. Entering new air, air that isn't suffocated by him. Theirs venom in my voice clear as day and it makes him look at me different, a trace of poison entering his eyes as well.

"Look, Y/N... " He comes forward again, and I back up but he follows me all the way to the wall. I take a deep breath, shoulders rising, as he comes in close again but I don't look away- or back down. This is about my kids! I cant afford to be weak right now, despite my heart beating frantically in my chance. "I've worked too hard for this. The plan is in motion... I cant just go oops! Nevermind!" His voice is gentle, but deadly and mocking, and I narrow your eyes at him for it. Which he shrugs at, careless. "Sorry."

I peer up into his eyes now, searching for even a trace of good. Something other then apathy and greed... But I know its not there. "You really want this that much? You want to live forever no matter the cost?"

A forced grin is pasted to his lips, then. "Well, almost." And his hands land on my waist.

My eyes flash, looking from those to his eyes. "Oh, no." He doesn't love me enough to save my kids- my life- but he loves me enough to want to keep me? How dare he-

"Come on... "He tilts his head, apparently all-too-comfortable in his evil. "Where'd my timid little Spitfire go?"

I'm still here, my love whispers. I'm scared to death, my fear screams, as well. Even my anger growls out a gravelly I don't have the luxury right now. But my heartbreak is what gets to my tongue first.

"Where did my husband, go?"

At that, he seems to sober up a little bit; Straightening his shoulders from the dangerous hunched way they sat leaning over me before, and flashing me a cautious look. As if telling me to watch myself.

I touched a nerve.

"He's right goddamn here, cant you see 'em?"

I'm reaching up to his hair before I even realise it, threading my fingers through the crazy white strands. "I see him... " I say softly, seeing his eyes soften as well in my peripheral vision. His shoulders relaxing as my hands land carefully on them, the material of his coat rough under my touch. "... But I you have to understand... " I plead this time, exchanging that crucial eye contact with him for what could be, hopefully is, the last time. Because if it happens again, one of us will have to kill the other and I don't want that. "I cant be with him."

Then I transform, before his grip can clamp down on me and keep me there- growing out my wings and shrinking down in stature, and hearing him shout a curse before I fly right out the window.

[fishstyx]

sloppy.

featuring. nagito komaeda x gn!reader

wc. 0.8k

genre. smut

tw. nsfw, oral, penetration, praise kink, creampie, overstimulation

synopsis. he just can’t get enough of you. even if it means overstimulating himself. even if it means cumming until you overflow.

Nagito never lasts that long in bed.

He can’t help it; the sight of your body writhing in pleasure beneath his own sweltering frame sets off fireworks inside him. And your face—he could never bring himself to take you from behind if it meant missing out on that beautiful face, twisted lewd beyond recognition under his hungered touch. He lives to see you gasp for air as he pistons his length in and out of your quivering hole, always wanting, always needing more. But he feels so bad when he lets loose inside you—filling you with his seed before you’re anywhere close to your high—that he always manages to get it up again. 

He tends to his softened member alone as he sucks your most sensitive spots with greed, lapping your juices up, taking in what you graciously give. It’s always been this way, his head bobbing along your arousal, the vibrations of his aimless humming spurring you on. You push him down by the head, seeking a higher pleasure; he welcomes the pressure with wide arms, overjoyed that you want him that way and that bad. 

Before you know it the head of his pale pink cock is up and running and rutting against you, smearing your thighs in a new coat of shiny precum, and you have to remind him of what he should really be bucking his hips into. The way you spread your pretty pink entrance for him almost brings a tear to his eye, but he knows how much you hate it when he pities himself, so he focuses all his energy on thanking you.

“Haaah, you’re so good to me,” he sighs contently as he sinks inside you, lack of stamina audible in his groggy tone. Through half lidded eyes he drinks in the bliss written in your knitted brows and parted lips as he waits for you to adjust... And then he realizes that you already have. Like maybe he’s already molded your twitching hole in the shape of his hardened cock, curve and all. The two of you go at it so often that it’s certainly plausible, and the minute chance that it’s even a possibility makes him burn with desire.

“Thank you, thank you thank you thank you,” he babbles when your walls close down on him, as if trying to milk his dick dry. He continues to hump you like you’re his favorite toy, hugging you close as if you’ll slip through his fingers if he’s not careful enough. Every time he pulls out a little, he’s mesmerized by the ring of cream that forms at the foot of his shaft. In no time flat he falls off his rhythm, too desperate and too needy to sync with you properly. 

But who’s really to blame here when you have your hands laced behind his neck as he fucks you into the mattress, pathetic attempts at his name: “Ko, Komae—nngh!,” bubbling over your lips before you have to start all over again?

“Shh, shh, let me take care of you,” he says, hoisting one leg over his shoulder, followed by the other. You gasp when you manage to take him even deeper, and he takes your hand in his when the delicious stretch has you digging into the bedsheets. “My hope, you’re taking me so well, better than anyone else ever could.” Fingers interlaced, his breathy groans harmonize with the lewd noises of your messy hole sucking him in, and the satisfying smack of his balls as they slap against your skin. 

With the brutal pace he’s going at, it’s no surprise when he cums again, milky white coating swathing your insides in warmth. Too early, too soon—but then again, this happens all the time. He keeps himself stuffed inside you as he leans down for a kiss, hungry lips chasing after yours. Trembling like a leaf, you moan into his mouth when he thumbs at your nipples, rubbing tight little circles. The two of you stay like that for a while, lost in each other’s proximity and the sharing of one breath, until he stiffens again. 

You know what they say: third time’s the charm.

With the help of his sloppy slick, Nagito sends you over the edge this time, letting you gush all over him as he fucks you through your orgasm. “K-Komaeda, it feels so good!” you cry, rewarding him with the call of his name and a clear view of your fucked-out face. Your pliant hole spasms as he continues his thrusting, rendered frictionless from all the liquid that has yet to ooze out of you.

He struggles to catch his breath as he spills inside you one last time, a panting mess even as he pulls his flushed cockhead out of you with a pop. A trail of cum leaks from your gaping hole and you can’t help but be amazed by just how much there is. It dribbles from between your legs and onto the sheets, soaking everything in its path. Nagito nuzzles into your back, arms wrapped around you, heightened heartbeat but a gentle thud against you as the entire world stills. Body melting into yours, he breathes in your scent, ignoring the dull ache in his sensitive member entirely.

“My everything,” he whispers weakly, totally and utterly enchanted. “You did amazing.”

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[anos-sensei]

Imagine hc last pt.

Mammon snaps.

Parts: one two three four

Love and comments are appreciated!

(I didnt proofread this and im embarassed at how many typos i made 😭plz ignore the remaining ones and try to enjoy!)

After Solomon repaired the HoL and diavolo excused himself to go take care of Lucifer, the 4 younger brothers stayed in the living room, staring at Levi and mammon passed out on the ground.

"Aren't you guys going to help your brothers?" Solomon asks, eying the angels that were scraping off the gold and blood of the walls.

Even though he could do repairs he couldn't clean with magic, call it whatever you want he sucked at cleaning magic.

Beel suddenly woke up from his stupor at solomon's voice, quickly rushing to his brother's sides and delicately removing them out of each other's embrace, ignoring the burn on his own skin.

"Satan, go get some ice for levi's burns and ..." Asmo stills... "Im not sure what mammon needs... His temperature isn't going down.." Satan nods, rushing to the kitchen, "i think its best if we put mammon's body in cool water.. " solomon proposes while helping asmo up.

beel moves leviathan to the living room and mammon to the bathroom.

"I dont understand why they never talked about this..." Asmodeus whipsers, preparing mammon's bath, putting in calming essential oils.

"I think they didnt want to worry us." Belphegor answers distractedly, scratching at the gold that got on his hand when he touched mammon.

satan joins them shortly after, sitting down on the floor and assuring them of leviathan's state.

Silence engulfed the bathroom for a moment, the only sound being the cold water running.

Asmo sighs, his curiosity killing him.

"Apparently, lucifer levi and mammon, all three of them were cursed with this, how come none of us have it...?"

"Mammon made that decision." They suddenly hear from the doorway. Simeon was standing there, looking at mammon with saddened eyes.

"Right After the war, the three of them were summoned by father, and father threatened to punish all of them with sin's blood for hurting his precious underlings. Some of the injured angels that got either critically hit or killed were there too, along with me, michael raphael and gabriel." Simeon scratches his neck looking away, "mammon shot into a fit of rage, screaming at father and categorically refused that any of his brothers suffer from what he did, or any of his brothers, claiming that it was rightful for them to protect their own lives and family. Even if that meant getting dumped in hell." Simeon sighs and watches as beel gently places mammon in the bath, eyes teary. The water around mammon started sizzling for a moment before it went quiet again.

"What happened next?"

Simeon looks away again, an uncomfortable shiever running up his spine. "Erm, well... How do i say this.. Mammon got bold and told father to combine the curses of the youngest with his, giving him the totality of you guy's curses along with his. And i remember... mammon's jewels..." Simeon cringes at the memories and clears his throat, "Ahem anyway, his skin started glowing and father said that if he's so greedy even when it comes to curses, he might as well burn in greed. Levi and lucifer didn't say anything and took their own curses too and they all jumped down. and if im not wrong raphael and gabriel were sent down to soften the impact of their fall a few notches. Michael did get punished for that." Simeon tries explaining casually but the clench in his jaw and the grip on his arm didn't lie.

The sight of mammon's jewelery melting into his skin, while he kept a straight face, not a single twitch in his posture or face showing he was in pain, daring his father to harm his other siblings was something simeon would never forget. even he, was fooled enough to think it genuinly didnt hurt, it was only later when gabriel came back, his arms covered in burns that he understood that mammon was, in fact in pain.

Pursing his lips simeon walks over to beel who was now a crying mess, sitting besides the bathtub, chin resting on top of mammon's head.

"I never knew mammon did that for us.. " asmo sniffles and leans into belphegor who was in a daze sitting on the closed toilet lid. Images of their fall replaying on and on, things he adesperately tried to forget drowning them behind all sorts of things, wheter it be violence or sleep..

To belphegor the worst moment of his own fall was without a doubt watching leviathan suffer alone, the pain his twin, beel was in and his own pain were completely drowned out by leviathan himself, making sure neither himself nor beel nor asmo had to go through the full extent of it.

He had felt guilty about it for years, centuries even. Nightmares of levi not making it, or mammon not comming back, or even lucifer abandonning them.

Unconsciously tears had started streaming down his face, his arms wrapping around asmo who was already caressing belphie's hair.

"Im so sorry... " he whispers and no one asks for what, they dont need to, they are all shaken to the core..

" i do understand why mammon did what he did, he's a lot older than all of you and wouldn't bear to see you guys getting hurt, no matter the reason." Simeon says quietly.

"He didnt have to bear this on his own... We would have... We would have beared with our own curses.. Or... " beel's word die in his throat when he looks back at mammon's body... He didn't see it at first but his white markings were glowing a soft yellowish, it was.... As if the gold in his body gathered in those markings..

"I think only levi's spell can really help mammon.." simeon whispers, "i'll go get some ice."He says

The water around his body had started to warm up steadily, streams of steam were starting to appear around the bathroom.

Solomon was at levi's side, tending the demon's burns quietly. Leviathan's demon form was always a sight to behold from afar, but getting to see it up close like this was a true blessing. Solomon didn't see the fall with his own eyes but he did hear some stories about it.

The grand admiral of hells navy, the most ruthless and cruel having ever existed, sailing the seas and skies, taking down enemy after enemy. Winning war after war with impeccable strategies and a complete absence of fear or hesitance. That same admiral was now lying in front of solomon, unconscious, an adorable pout on pink delicate looking lips, thin trails of gold were drying on his clothes and arms from taking mammon in his embrace. He looked more like a doll than a demon actually, if it wasnt for the horns glowing a faint orange and his tail ocasionally twitching solomon would have believed levi, currently lying in front of him was indeed a delicate looking doll... And not a several millenia old powerful demon.

The seven rulers lf hell will always be full of surprises.

Solomon sighs to himself, softly murmuring some healing spells, watching the wounds close on levi's body.

After a thick half hour sitting in silence with the occasional noise of running water levi stirred, his eyes blinking open softly, light orange eyes met grey ones. After a second or so, a heavy blush raised to leviathan's cheeks, quickly scrambling off the couch excusing himself in embarrassment.

"I fainted because I...i- IM NOT used to pain LIKE THIS okay!" He screeches and stumbles away quickly, instinctively going to the batroom where he found everyone huddled togheter.

"What are you guys doing?" He asks confused seing beel pouting with redrimmed eyes. both asmo and belphie were asleep in beel's lap who himself was sitting next to the bathtub holding onto mammon. Luke was seated on the sink, the sink itself filled with golden particles. and simeon on the other side of the bathtub, keeping the water temperature in check.

At the sound of his voice the angels and beel look up, beel tearing up once more.

"Whats wrong beel?" Levi says softly getting closer, stoping when beel shakes his head eyes averting with... Guilt?

"What's wrong?" He asks again sighing when he doesnt get an answer, a hunch of what happened forming in his head.

"Ill be taking mammon to my room." Leviathan ends up saying, not bearing with the awkward silence.

He bends down to pick up mammon, not fased by the hot water and burning body. He walks out of the bathroom, his steps revebrating in the quiet room.

"Why do you act like all of this is nothing?" He suddenly hears luke say.

He turns his head to look at the little angel who looks angry, face red, fists balled at his sides looking up with his big eyes.

"I used to think that mammon was crazy, he's always so irritating and i used to think of you and lucifer as the most normal ones, but...but lucifer... You...you and lucifer, YOU'RE FAR WORSE!" Levi stops in his tracks.

"Why do you always act so detached? like it doesnt even concern you!? LIKE YOU'RE JUST SOME OUTSIDER WATCHING A SHOW."

"Luke.. Shut up! " Simeon tries,

"No! You're just like lucifer if not worse. You act like a plain outsider. Even when lucifer kicked you earlier he was showing more feelings than you ever showed throughout this entire day. Both you and lucifer are the same! You act like .... Like this isnt bothering you, like this is nothing that concerns you like this is a normal occurence and that you are above all of this! and not like one of your brothers close to dying. Why... Why dont you show what you feel sometimes why dont you speak up for your own, cry, shout, get angry at real things not at your petty querrels."

Levi's eyes lost their shine for a second as if remembering something... His eyes went dark looking back at luke.

"Luke, sometimes its better to not give into your emotions, wheter you want it or not you can't think if you're under the influence of your emotions, you'd end up doing stupid things you will regret for the rest of your life. I've made enough errors and dealt with enough shit to know that in a situation where "someone's life is on the line" you should, in no case, no matter whats happening around you, inside of you or with you, give into the temptation to release whats bottling up." Levi states coldly, his voice rasor sharp.

"Lucifer, me and mammon had to learn the hard way that giving in to emotions was a bad idea. Already up there, mammon often got punished for being too curious and daring. And it didn't help later.

Its because mammon expressed his emotions that he got into this situation in the first place, its because lilith felt emotions and gave in to them that the war begun, its becsuse of emotions that lucifer mammon and i accepted to go into a war with the entire celestial realm.

its because emotions are a dense cloud blinding us in a tunnel view that people tend to die in dangerous situations. Not realising how many other ways there are." The heaviness of levi's words weigh on luke, satan biting his lip and beel Looking away.

"Dont ask questions like these if you haven't thought about an answer yourself, luke. Mammon is my brother and both me and lucifer feel concern worry and every other emotion of the emotional spectrum. But that doesnt mean we can just let them take over."

"You are still a child and have a long, very long life ahead of you, so this is my piece of advice for you, don't feel unless its safe to, go ahead laugh, cry, be angry, be upset, but dont you dare let it blind you."

With that levi walks out, by now the purple haired male had understood that simeon had opened his mouth, spouting things he shouldn't have.

Sighing deeply he places mammon on a fluffy carpet in his room, grabbing a few things around to dry off his brothers body before sitting at his head, delicately placing his hands over mammon's eyes beford whispering the spell again and again, the air around them quickly chilling once mammon's magic starts reacting to it, making them slighltly levitate ro accelerate the air ciculation.

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"Why did you say that?" Beel asks rudely. The rumble of beel's voice waking the two sleeping males in his lap.

"Even if you were upset, this wasnt the moment to provoke levi, especially when simeon told you to shut it, you should have." Beel finishes with a huff apologizing to the stirring belphie.

Luke was on the verge of tears, guilt bubbling up like it had never before and he didn't know what to do...

In the meantime Satan had slipped out of the bathroom, anger boiling inside of him but he just couldn't... Not with what levi just said... He had never thought about it either, none of them have... All of this... What levi just said was.. GODDAMNIT why didn't he know of any of this.

HE WAS BORN. from Lucifer, technically lucifer's blood should be coursing trough him. Yet... Yet... He had be consumed by his sin time and time again..

How come he had never been affected, how come he had never felt this crushing pain, feeling his own sin course through him? Was it because he was pure wrath with nothing more? Was it because he wasn't worthy of it?

Fisting his hair and kicking the table satan growls in frustration...

And how come he couldn't prevent it?? He had felt mammon's anger, he had seen that it wasnt okay to keep the situation going yet he had just smiled hoping lucifer would get pissed.

But instead of getting pissed, lucifer got injured, mammon got injured and his other brothers had cried, even the angels solomon and lord dia got involved.. What if he had lost lucifer today or mammon? What if lucifer kicked him out the moment of their fall because he was acting like such an asshole? What if... Mammon had died..

If only he had stopped this fight.

"Its frustrating isnt it?" He whips his head around, seeing lucifer come down with davolo's help, slightly leaning against the lord.

"What is?" Satan asks without thinking.

"Blaming yourself for something you supposedly could have prevented by stepping in." Satan furrows his brows.

"No need to beat yourself up, that wont help, instead take over mammon's cooking shift tonight, levi will be busy with him for a few more hours. " a rare smile made its way on lucifer's tired face, some golden glitters still present on his hands and face.

"You dont haven't done anything wrong satan, quite sulking about something that you haven't caused, whats done is done lets move forward okay?" Unknowingly, he had approached lucifer and fisted the eldest's clothes, shoving his face into the eldests chest, sobs breaking through him.

"Im sorry for always trying killing you, for pulling stupid pranks on you, im sorry for -" his sentense is broken by a sob, gentle gloveless hands carding through his hair, calming him down. The sudden warmth engulfing him was too much, it was so unusual, so surreal it was such a.... New...feeling.

"Everything is allright okay, you'd need a lot more to kill me, your pranks wont do. Mammon is a lot stronger and more stubborn than he looks too, he just doesn't deal with this well, im sorry you got so scared, satan."

"H-how.."

"How i knew what you were feeling? There was a time where i felt the same, guilty and in constant fear, blaming myself for what my family was going through, but it was only much later that i understood that it is not, it's no ones." He explains quietly. "And also..you might or not have a nervous tic when you're scared." He adds.

A camera shutter is heard followed by a click and shortly after a soft discussion settles, between everyone. Though beel still refusing to speek and belphie quietly sitting next to lucifer.

Solomon had taken his leave along with diavolo who had barbatos waiting for him, and a promise of dinner being delivered at home for them.

Luke ended up crying when he saw lucifer, apologising over and over. simeon shut him down with a sleeping spell and apologized again to lucifer.

"Please keep us updated on mammon's state later on, we will be taking our leaves now too, sorry that we couldnt be of great help." Simeon said, his soft gentle reassuring voice bringing some relief to the brother's anxious hearts.

It wasnt long before all of them were seated in a comfortable silence, the two members of the anti lucifer league glued to lucifer's side, even helping the demon move around and get stuff.

When later on a truck of food arrived and everything was moved on the humongus table inside, beel was shockingly the one who didn't eat that much placing all kinds of food on a trail and standing up.

"Levi needs to get some energy.. Doing magic for so long must surely tire him out.." he simply mumbles and stands up walking to levi's room and gently knocking on the door.

A chill runs up his spine when his hand touches the freezing metal doorknob, twsting it slightly to open it, he cringes at the crackling noises it makes.

He gently opens the door, almost dropping the plate in his hands at the sught in front of him.

He exhales deeply trying to regain his calm, hoping he didn't disturb levi in his work... The room was dark but he could see thanks to the fish tank's light. Condensation was dancing around, the particles of moisture freezing around them.

But that wasnt what had put beel off.

levi was there, sitting in mid air with mammon in front of him, uncounscious and peaceful. Levi was in his admiral demon form his most dangerous and fullest demon form.

long claws and scaled hands resting at the side of mammon's head. his normally rather thin and long tail, was thick and heavily spread around the room, its fins, looking soft but beel knew better than anyone that they were rasor sharp, a simple touch would be enough to kill an adult demon, be it by the cut or by the poison, no one has lived long enough to say.

levi's scales were reflecting the orange glowing in leviathan's eyes. Two shining orbs instead if levi's usual eyes. His horns were probably what had surprised beel the most, long alters, thick and spread out to the back of his head they were.... So magestic..

Fangs were poking on his underlip and you could see the beginning of an exoskeleton going up and around his torso.

Not daring to make a lot of noise he enters the room on his tippy toes, avoiding the tail and especially the fins.

"Levi... You should eat, i will leave some food here for you and... Mammon... " he says quietly, eyes casting downwards at the end of his phrase, he felt like crying again.. he was feeling like a little kid after an argument with his parents, ready to get scolded. He fists the hem of his shirt, bottom lip trembling.

He didn't realise he had stayed there, it was only when he felt the delicate feeling of a snake like tail wrapping around him that he realised he had stayed longer than intended.

"Im... Im sorry i didnt mean to disturb i wa-"

"Shh," levi shushes him and his legs detangle from up there, his eyes shut for a few seconds before he opens them again, his usual eyes back to look at beelzebub with a gentle smile.

He lowers to the ground and once he's standing underneath mammon mammon's body comes down too, letting levi catch it safely.

"Its okay im done, Mammon will wake up in a few minutes im sure he'll be really hungry." Levi says and places mammon in his bedtub. "Either way, i for sure am! " he walks over to the tray of food, eyes bulging when he saw barbatos's and hell's kitchen's food.

He immediately took one of the containers, food already slightly cold.

"Eat with me." He orders and shoves another container into beel's arms. A smile blooms on the demon's lips and he happily takes it, relief washing over him when he hears mammon's steady breathing and occasional shuffles.

"Im not mad. I could never be." Levi starts after a little moment between two bites.

"Its just, me lucifer and mammon made the promise to never talk about what happened back then, luke's comments were just placed at the wrong moment.. "

"But mammon got hurt like this be-"

"Because i wanted to." They hear and both their heads shoot in direction of mammon. His soft blue eyes were back but he looked absolutely exhausted. Dark eyebags were clear under his eyes and and his usual peppy voice drained of all energy.

"Is that hell's kitchen? Im starving." Mammon grumbles and attempts to stand up ony to be pulled back down by levi's tail.

"No move." leviathan threatens and walks over, placing a tray with food in front of him, mammon digging in instantly.

"What i did back there, taking yer share of the curse (im dying to insert mammon munching noises in " nomnom" form but i wont because i... Idk actually) was my decision and i would 100% do it again. So no sulking around beel yer gonna worry belphie and me,... And levi... And asmo... And satan... And lucifer. " Mammon grumbles while eating.

"I couldn't agree more, if all three of us had not agreed the curse would have been casted on all of us and not just me you and levi." Lucifer says walking into the room.

"Welcome back mammon." Lucifer says, delicately ruffling Mammon's hair. Believe it or not, but mammon choking on his food was definitely what they all needed for the remaining ice to break and laughter to erupt

Mammon's room was restored and besides the fact that the said demon was stuck between constant hugs, cuddles and family activities mammon couldn't complain, he couldn't be be happier.

This story like many of others would forever be crafted out in their hearts.

The end.

Okay besides the fact rhat i rushed rhe end A liitttititle bit im quite satisfied.

Comments, asks/requests, opinions and love is highly appreciated

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[creator-chaos]

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#5

Tiger & Bunny S2 really made the right choice in giving all the men a few more levels in himbo

27 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#4

Thoughts on the OOO movie, starting with things I liked (obviously spoilers):

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I actually really enjoyed the Goda plot. "Eiji gets possessed by a Greed" is a fun premise, it was great getting to watch Shu's amazing acting (being just off enough to be uncomfortable before the reveal), and I liked what characterization we got of Goda even if it wasn't much. He felt like a kid playing Kamen Rider and I would have loved to see more of him.

Goda is voiced by goddamn Vector from YGO Zexal. With lefty Ankh being voiced by Astral, it's too funny.

Similarly, the midpoint around the Goda reveal and people dealing with it was imo quite good.

When Ankh said "Goda" for the first time and did that little spin, made the whole movie worth it.

Ankh's character development was shown in lots of ways, most obviously him actually crying(!) but also things like stopping "Eiji" from breaking Uva's Core.

Ankh!Eiji and Tajador Eternity were hot.

Even if the scenarios weren't great, it was fun to see all the characters reacting to them. Just seeing everyone again was great ❤️

Things I didn't like:

They seriously just went full palpatine on the King/Greed plot huh.

Why the hell would the Greed be willing to work with the old King. And they just killed off the Greed before they did anything interesting.

Total disregard for character development--mainly erasing Eiji achieving a will to live, but also making Goto straight (I half kid)

Eiji's death didn't even feel good narratively? Like I already knew I hated the choice to kill him off, but they didn't even try to sell me on it, it was just unsatisfying.

NO ONE ADDRESSED THAT ANKH IS STILL POSSESSING SHINGO. THIS IS A PROBLEM. This was literally what the entire conflict between Ankh and the others was about at the end of OOO, and they just, shoved him back in there? And didn't address that Ankh would still have only Greed senses, be unable to feel satisfaction in his Greed body, etc? No problem was solved here?

All in all, it was like watching the actors act out a semi-decent fanfic, and since I'm used to OOO movies being bad, this one doesn't feel much worse. I just hope the actors got what they wanted out of it and are satisfied with this ending for their roles.

29 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#3

I'm in loved with every version of Eiji

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29 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#2

Denji Chainsawman and Eiji OOO are at two different ends of an "ability to desire was fucked up by extreme trauma and they get roped into some supernatural bs to deal with it" scale. And Iruma Demonschool is in the middle.

36 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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