#y’know��� greed

[hunter-burton]

I cannot get them off my mind

[ghostyolive]

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[donatellawritings]

“a’ight, now look directly into this camera and tell us your name, age, and where you’re from,” the cameraman speaks, his gold-ring clad hand carefully adjusting the zoom of the lens on the expensive camera as you sit on the crème colored couch with a cheesy smile, your swollen lips all glossed and glittery.

letting out a nervous giggle, you flip your blown out hair over your shoulder, gently adjusting your barely there skimpy bikini top to cover your hard nipples, “uh, you can call me angel,” you bat your cat-like lashes, before mushing your glossed lips together with a ‘pop’, “m’twenty-one, and i’m from carolina, puerto rico,” you seal with another shaky laugh, swallowing thickly as you steal a quick glance at the man behind the camera, he was a bit older than you, and very handsome — you couldn’t help but be a silly little school girl.

with a feigned-defeated sigh, the cameraman zooms in on your plump breasts, earning a wide grin from you as you playfully shimmy, allowing your perky tits to jiggle, “puerto rico, huh?” he chuckles, licking over his pink lips as you swiftly run your acrylic-nails finger across the pink-heart shaped pendant that dangled from your bellybutton piercing, “so fuckin’ pretty,” he comments, trailing the camera down to your lower half, focusing on the way the plush curves of your thighs and ass swallowed the flimsy fabric of your tiny boy shorts.

with a clearing of his throat, the cameraman brings the camera back up to your pretty little face, “is this y’first time getting fucked on camera, angel?” he asks, his voice heavy in greed as you nod immediately, “fuck — why don’t y’bend over for me and show me that cute little ass of yours,” he beckons, his eyes hanging low as you obediently stand from the couch.

you couldn’t ignore the goosebumps that rose on your skin as you turned away from the camera, before pulling your the thin cloth further up your fat ass cheeks, before bending over with a muffled giggle as you bit down into the chunk of your bottom lip, “look at that,” the cameraman ogled, letting out a throat groan as his warm and calloused hand suddenly cupped your asscheek, gently jiggling the supple skin.

“y’like it?” you questioned, glancing over your shoulder, letting out a surprised gasp as the cameraman’s hand abruptly slapped down onto your ass.

“i love it, angel— m’gonna open you up a bit, yeah?” he informs you, his eyes squinted as he crouches down onto one knee, carefully angling the camera lens at the crease where your puffy pussy and tight asshole met.

your nails slowly dug into the fabric of the couch as the cameraman’s thumb curled into your skin, pulling your asscheek apart, leaving your wet and eager holes exposed to the cold air conditioned environment of the casting room. you failed to hold back a low mewl as the tip of his thumb grazed over your glistening pussy.

“fuuuck, she’s so pretty,” he cooed, jiggling your asscheek once more, before standing firmly on his two feet as he closed the distance between you two, his jean-covered bulged pressed firmly against your ass, “y’gonna be a star, y’know that, angel?” he praises, holding the camera impressively still with one hand as he undoes the button of his jeans with the other, seamlessly slipping his hand under the waistband of his briefs as he releases his firm cock from its confines.

cutely, you wiggled your hips, your pouty lips plagued with a coy smile as your ass brushed against the flushed cameraman’s erect cock. your cute little act quickly came to a halt as he locked his hand around the dip of your waist, pushing his hips closer into you as his dick laid perfectly atop of your ass. a cocky chuckle left the man’s throat as he measured his dick, his mouth watering at how his tip surpassed the top of your ass and rested on your lower back.

your bambi eyes widened at the feeling of his length resting on you, your heart rate increasing as he pulled down your tiny shorts, revealing your bare ass and sweet pussy.

“m’gonna make you a star,” he huffed with a smile, before spitting a glob of warm saliva down the crack of your ass, lowering the camera to catch how it drooled down into your pussy, before tapping his flushed tip against your aching hole.

a squeaky moan left your lips as he slowly pushed into you, your sticky lips parted in pleasure as his flexed arm grips the the couch, your small hand closing over his forearm as the two of you let out satisfied moans. warmed tears were quick to brim around your waterline as he pushed his hips further into yours, the camera now close to your face.

“i love it,” you smiled, your lips stretch into a drunken grin as you pose for the camera, the sounds of the cameraman’s hips slapping into yours now muffled as you focused your fuck-me eyes on the camera.

you knew that you were always meant to be a superstar — no matter what it took, or who you’d meet along the way.

even if it was the eager cameraman who was fucking himself deep inside of you.

[pinkaditty]

high libido jiro headcanon actually has me doing front flips omlll

this is actually a great time 2 share: im writing a long hc post about the ghouls and what i believe their sexual behaviors would be. this was partially inspired by Obey Me!, due to the sins attributing to certain characters manifesting in different ways. for example, both Solomon and Asmodeus have the sin of Lust, right? however, Asmodeus's sin manifests as physical lust, whereas Solomon's manifests as a lust for knowledge. I was thinking about how the ghouls essentially make pacts with demons, and demons typically are tied to a sin, right? i used the classic Seven Deadly Sins, and attributed a sin to each ghoul. im writing their sexual behaviors based off of those sins and how they manifest.

Sneak peek below (edited to be more concise, will be lengthier when officially posted, posting ONE character per house for this, please note that their blurbs are incomplete and i haven't posted all i have written):

I KNOW THIS IS LENGTHY BUT IT'S IMPORTANT TO READ TO UNDERSTAND:

becoming a ghoul, as stated in the story, significantly increases your physical ability, battle prowess, and gives you a “stigma”, or a pact-based power. ghouls outrank humans in strength, resilience, and!!! aggression. while some ghouls are better-natured than others, it goes without saying that they all experience an increase in aggressive behaviors. this should be obvious, but when making a pact with a demon (fictionally speaking!!), i imagine that making such pacts with beings that are avatars of “sin” increases the desire to sin and decreases aversion to it. i like to think that indulging in sin becomes not exactly “necessary”, but vital in the sense that they can live without it but it makes human-esque day-to-day living harder. eventually the "sin" cravings get out of control and they have to indulge in some sort of sin, namely the sin they are the most associated with, because they “devoured” the demons they made pacts with. for example, say jin made a pact with a demon that specialized in sloth. when his cravings get out of control, he needs to indulge in sleeping in all day (or doing something similar) at least once. note that, like in Obey Me!, the sins may manifest differently. for example, i believe both jin and ren made pacts with demons that are sloth-based, but jin’s sin manifests in sleeping while ren’s manifests in avoidance.

as far as sexual behavior goes, the sins the ghouls participate in affect their sexual behavior, i think, just as they affect their personality and societal behaviors and interactions. for example, sloth-based ghouls may prefer doing little work during sex or have a preference for low effort positions; whereas glutton-based ghouls may prefer doing as much as possible, in as many positions possible, for as long as possible, regardless of how physically strenuous.

one more hc: it isn’t impossible, but it is excruciatingly tough for a ghoul to avoid (for lack of a better word) a creampie, if you will, when not wearing a condom. they are ghouls after all, and as such, will experience more aggressive and carnal sexual behaviors. contraception drugs with immediate effects are sold at the campus store LMFAOAOAOOA

Tohma Ishibashi (Greed-based):

this guy is power-hungry i fear, and thank goodness his boss is a sloth! he can pick up the leadership role all he wants. 

this guy is greedy bc he wants power for the sake of having it. y’know that trope where it’s really the king’s advisor pulling the strings? yea.

he wants more. he wants more. he wants more. 

without indulging myself too terribly much… if jin, alan, or haku had you, tohma would covet you even more than he already would if you were still single.

haha what? nevermind.

anyways we all already know how he indulges in his greed. how does he do so sexually?

in simple terms he wants more of everything from you

you suck him off? okay do it again. 

you came on his tongue? okay do it again. 

you clench your walls tight around his cock to make him cum faster? okay, after he recovers, do it again.

there can never be too much. if anything, there’s never enough.

Leo Kurosagi (Envy-based):

not gonna lie i kinda flip-flopped between greed and envy for him

but ultimately i think envy suits him best

i think envy is what spurs most, if not all, of his harmful or demeaning actions towards others

he’s jealous! god forbid someone do something better than he does. they’re guaranteed to become his next target. 

and it’s always personal, no matter how hard he tries to convince himself otherwise

because of this, i think he’d be selfish during sex

he wants more pleasure than his partner out of something, and if he’s not being directly stimulated, he wants something beneficial to him out of it

that said, he’s easy (i say this with love)

so it’s never a problem to convince him to do what you want, so long as you pay him back with interest later

its all about the trade! but lowkey he’s happy to do anything you ask, so long as you pay attention to him specifically. keep your eyes on him while he’s giving you head and i promise he’ll cum untouched.

Haru Sagara (Glutton-based):

my gluttony king…<3

can’t explain it i just feel it

he’s not greedy bc greed is wanting something for the sake of having it, while gluttony is wanting something for the pleasure of consuming it

consider him at Rui’s bar. always drinking too much.

consider him in his dorm. always working too much.

but does he enjoy it? yea. absolutely. even when he gripes he never says he’d rather do something else. 

he does it because it gives him pleasure, regardless of what way, which is what makes me believe he’s glutton-based

i think this guy’s a masochist that likes ass im not gonna hold y’all.

he hardly pays his own pain any mind, and if anything, seems to enjoy putting himself in pain for attention (more gluttony hints, he loves consuming attention)

and has not only brought up being smacked on the ass himself, but has smacked someone’s ass in the story. 

he also just repeatedly brings up ass regardless of whether or not the conversation had anything to do with it. 

he’s a horny guy i fear. i dunno. i just feel it. why do you think he likes those rabbit-like animals so much? he’s basically one himself. sex-loving freak (/affectionate!!).

he likes to go more than one round, and probably recovers quicker than most. 

once you’ve gone one round, unless this was a quickie in the kitchen while he’s making dinner or even in his room while Ren watches Peekaboo, you can expect at least one more, and at most four more. 

he likes quickies actually, let me just put that out there

Romeo Lucci (Pride-based):

you would THINK greed, i know, i get it, but i think that greed is just part of his personality. he’s just like that. PRIDE is the sin of the demon he devoured.

he wants you shivering in his presence. it fuels his ego. 

i don’t think he cares for the money as much as he cares about his ego. i think the income the casino makes fuels his ego as the guy running it, so he always wants record profits to fuel his ego.

does that make sense? like, sure, the casino makes money and all, but for romeo, it’s more about ego than monetary gain.

why do you think he wants everybody calling him “fico” and brags about his high end products and complains when even a single thing doesn’t go his way?

its all ego, that’s why.

that said, boy i hope you’re prepared to feed his ego when you finally screw him.

has a major praise kink because of it

tell him how pretty he is, pounding into you! he’ll try not to smile like a drunken freak.

Haku Kusanagi (Lust-based):

MY FAVVVV OUUUUGHGHHGHGHHHHHHH MY FAVVVVVVVVV

haru makes a close 2nd place if u couldn’t tell. but this guy?? nnnmmmmffffghghhhh…

he seems so incredibly normal and im not saying he’s not but im saying he has a much stronger libido than others around him. like, incubus strength.

rather than lust for attention or knowledge or something else, he literally lusts for sex. he’s physical lust-based. 

to him, it kind of sucks. he’s not super fond of it. i mean, what kind of future priest gets boners this frequently? come on man. 

at the same time, though, he can’t say it’s… all bad. its exhilarating in a way, and he kind of likes being horny all the damn time. 

to be clear, it’s not ALL the time… just relatively often. 

he’s a little conflicted and overall has mixed feelings on it. 

anyone complimenting his looks, which happens often (as seen in Hotarubi’s story), can just get him hard randomly.

god forbid you compliment him, even once. he’s rock hard immediately. it’s embarrassing.

thankfully though, he does an excellent job at hiding it. being used to it has it’s perks.

he’s abnormally good at hiding his arousal though, like you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you pressed yourself directly against his crotch. 

when the cravings get bad, however… he can’t hide it anymore. thankfully though, a very long, very self-indulgent jack off session that lasts a day will stave it off. 

once he has you, though… ohohohohoooo boy. 

you end up spending more time at hotarubi than you do in the chapel

you’re always sleeping over. you’re always waking up with hickeys. you’re always doing the walk of shame the following morning.

Rui Mizuki (Glutton-based):

not going to hold you, this one should be obvious

this is rui we’re talking about. the touch-starved, flirty womanizer. what do you think he’s going to constantly want more of for the pleasure of consuming it?

hell, i like to believe that prior to his curse, he was a super touchy guy. he loved to hug people or perform small acts of intimacy, like ruffling someone’s hair or rubbing their arms or holding their hands. he loved that! and he’s been robbed of it.

he is a pure glutton for touch, i know it.

(we are going to act like theoretically you can fuck him)

this said: do not let your hands leave him during sex. don’t!

something about hands in particular. how dearly he has missed and craved the simplest form of contact: via hands

he will be desperate to touch you, all over, with his hands, and he wants you to feel the same

the sex will be bareback. sorry.

Jiro Kirisaki (Sloth-based):

high libido king. low energy king.

the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak!

i theorize it’s not just his illness that tears him apart, it’s also his sin of sloth

since he doesn’t indulge in it much (and isn’t really allowed to), his body oftentimes shuts down involuntarily to preserve itself, yk?

this being said…

i like to think he has an abnormally high libido

but he can’t often contribute time to it, what with him being so busy with research he hardly showers daily AND him being sick AND him needing to indulge in sloth. he barely has the time to jack off, really.

during sex, he’s generally pretty malleable to whatever you want, granted he doesn’t have to work too hard. 

will he blow your back out? sure! will he start out slow thrusting until he’s close and then speed up the pace to blow your back out? yea.

he can only go one round sorry! you’re not getting much out of him. but, surprisingly, he recovers quicker than most. so if, after an hour or so, you wanted to go again…

this was supposed 2 be a sneak peek but i think i did too much lmfao???

lowkey i was embarrassed 2 post this. this is the rawest stage of my work. straight from the brain and pure headcanon at that.

if u want 2 be tagged when this post is completed, let me know!

questions, comments, or even concerns? let me know!! and, of course, do let me know if you enjoyed the sneak peek at all.

EDIT: why is my brainslop getting likes lol? anyways I edit this 2 tag: @cupcakesmoothie and @aayakashii I put content of ur favs in this post and forgot 2 tag y'all 🫡 shame on me

[rae-writes]

⊹ Candles ⊹

sprinting back for my baby's birthday, my precious, lovely, sweet avatar of greed, love of my life, Mammon my beloved || 0.3k

Black, gold, and white balloons were blown up and tied off on varying furniture, as well as thrown out onto the floor, accompanied by strewn out golden glitter. 

The party was loud, and shiny, and enjoyably messy— and it was Mammon. 

Because if the tenth day of September was anything, it was his day. His birthday was one of his favorite days of the year because he could be greedy, hog the spotlight, and no one could call him scummy for it. 

The led lights turn a yellowish-white as everyone moves the second born to the front and center, crowding around him as his cake is brought out. 

It was big— grandeur— matte black with liquid gold dripping off. Sparkly was an understatement, and on the top, were six white candles that spelled out his name. 

But what was usually his time to boast and holler was…hushed now. His sapphire hues glanced your way with a hand held out. 

“Are you excited for your birthday, Mams?” You murmured, scratching his scalp as you both laid out on your bed. 

“‘M always excited for Mammon Day…” His response was oddly quiet, nuzzling into your stomach. 

“..but..?” 

“Will ya…blow out my candles with me, Mc?” Mammon tightened his arms around your waist, peeking up from underneath his lashes. A faint pink hue was coated across his cheeks. 

“Ever since ya came into my life, you’ve been m’wish. Ev’ry year. So I— I want..I want y’to blow them out with me this time..’s only right, y’know? That way, it’ll be like…you’re granting my wish personally..”

You smiled, eyes no doubt reflecting soft infatuation. Your feet carried you under the spotlight with Mammon and your fingers laced with his. 

As everyone sang ‘Happy Birthday’, you never broke his gaze, keeping your eyes locked with his. At the end of the song, you lovingly whispered into his ear, “Happy birthday to you~” 

His blush was blistering, but for once, he didn’t care. The smile across his face was lovesick and giddy and he was so proud that you were next to him. 

You both took a breath…and gently blew out his candles. 

“Did you wish for me again?” 

“Ya know I did, baby…y’r all I want.” 

And your heart has been, was, and will always be placed delicately in his hands, wrapped in a golden bow. All for him. 

[doeidawn]

doeidawn's kinkmas day one ❆ forced proximity

KINKMAS 2024 | NEXT DAY

when a bad storm comes through and knocks out the power, your apartment is left frigid. with only so many options to keep warm, your roommate kyle chooses the more…intimate route. 2.9k.

❆ pairing: roommate!gaz x fem!reader

❆ tags: MDNI/18+; the forced proximity is not very forced. it is very much elective; feminine terms used for reader; kyle is cheeky (like always); fingering; praise; cockwarming; creampie

Another biting chill runs through your body. Must’ve been the fourth time in the last ten minutes you shivered so hard it nearly made your teeth chatter. Layering up with every blanket you owned and your most comfortable set of pajamas didn’t seem to do much in the way of keeping you warm. 

It was freezing. And that was putting it mildly. The cold weather—wind and snow and everything awful—had knocked out the power. And with it went every hope of keeping you and your apartment warm. The lit and flickering candles littered throughout were nice ambiance, and they kept the place bright enough to see, but did nothing to provide any sort of warmth. 

Needless to say, the holiday season wasn’t off to the best start. You were sat on the couch, hugging yourself beneath layers of blankets. It felt damn near impossible to keep all of you warm at once; when one part of you finally felt comfortable, another would grow stiff in the cold. You wouldn't be surprised if your nose started turning blue.

The soft patter of footsteps emanates from the hallway. Kyle, no doubt, probably making his way to the kitchen to scrounge for something in the cupboards. But then, his footsteps stop, only to break the silence with his laughter.

“Big fan of the li’l den you got goin’ on.” You turn just in time to see him gesture vaguely towards the blankets surrounding your body. “Y’cold or somethin’?”

His sarcasm is not entertaining. “Shut up,” you huff, hugging yourself tighter. Just looking at him made you colder; he was walking around with only a thin jacket and sweatpants like that was enough to keep out the cold. “How the hell are you not freezing?”

“Eh. It’s a li’l chilly, I suppose.” In his pride, Kyle saunters over to the couch and plants himself beside you. “Not that bad.”

You were sure he’d been through worse weather during his time in the military, but being home should’ve been reason enough to get comfortable. He didn’t have to tough it out. Certainly not around you.

“You’ve gotta be freezing. Get a blanket before you turn to ice.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to. I think you stole every blanket we own.”

Looking down at your lap, he probably wasn’t wrong. Three blankets of various thickness splayed over your legs while another draped over your shoulders. Parting with the warmth wasn’t exactly the most appealing idea, but you weren't cruel.

“Well…here, then.” Shrugging off the fabric around your shoulders, you unfurl the blanket from your body and pass it to Kyle. The sweater on your upper half wasn’t quite thick enough to keep you warm on its own, but it would suffice for now. Couldn’t have your favorite roommate freezing because of your greed. 

But even as he haphazardly lays the blanket over his legs, he seems to notice the way your tense arms cross over your chest, hugging yourself tightly on impulse.

“Y’know,” he starts as he inches close to you on the couch. “They say the best way to get warm is to share body heat.” His arm wraps around you in a tight embrace that pulls you against him. He rubs his heavy palm up and down your arm, a gentle caress meant to generate some heat.

“I dunno if that’s true,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “They teach you that in the military?”

“Somethin’ like it.”

Yeah right.

But, to the man’s credit, it must’ve worked. As awkward as it was to be so close, you can’t deny that it did make you feel warmer. Although, it was the type of heat that pooled in the pit of your stomach and rose to your cheeks. The kind that had you tuned in to every breath he took and every slight movement of his body against yours. 

“Y’comfortable?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Kyle was talking to you like that on purpose. All low and smooth, laced with a warmth thicker than any blanket on your bodies. “Warmin’ up yet?”

A part of you wanted to be honest and tell him that you were perfectly fine. But the winning part of your brain decided that playing coy would end in a better result. “Still a little bit cold.” A perfect excuse to lean into his sturdy frame. The closeness was necessary, after all.

Except, it seemed to work a little too well. “Well, get closer, then.” You hear his cheeky muttering just before feeling his hands move to your waist. Pulling gently, just enough to guide you, Kyle maneuvers you into his lap. It surprises both of you just how perfect you fit; hips flush as he presses his chest against your back, completely enveloping you in his warmth and smell and touch. “Is that better?” His voice rumbles in your ear as he settles his chin in the crook of your neck.

At first, all you can do is nod. “Yeah…a lot better.” You manage to squeak out. “Warmin’ up already…” You’re thankful you aren’t facing him if only so he can’t see the look on your face—a mixture of panic at the feeling stirring between your legs and an eagerness that would betray your attempted coyness. “How…how about you? You warm yet?”

Kyle makes a sound, something that rumbles from deep in his chest. So quiet you can barely hear it yet you can feel it against your back. “M’alright. Hands are a li’l cold, though.” As the words leave his mouth, you feel his hands dip beneath the blankets on your lap. And, whether intentional or not, he begins to trace the hem of your sweater.

Tension sits thick in the air. Heavy between the two of you, all you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. His hands rest on your body like they're eager to move somewhere else. You want to circle your hips and press down just enough to see if he's having half the reaction you are, to see if you can feel him through all the layers. Instead, your hands move to his, fingers wrapping gently around his wrists as you guide his hands underneath your sweater.

To your surprise—and perhaps relief—his touch is quite warm when it hits the bare skin of your stomach. And hearing the sharp intake of breath from behind you only makes you grow hotter in turn. 

“You don’t feel very cold.” There’s a teasing bite to your obvious statement, something that playfully scolds him for lying as an excuse to feel you closer.

“Yeah, well…I warmed up quick."

“Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm,” he hums as his hands move up your body. He cups your breasts with a touch that borders on reverent—slow and hesitant at first, only to grow eager with greed. It takes your breath away when he pushes your bra up and out of his way. Not an unwelcome gesture, but one that surprises you nonetheless. 

“G-guess we shouldn’t stop then, huh?”

Kyle presses a chaste kiss to your neck. “Probably not.” He gives your breasts a firm squeeze before moving his hands down to your hips. “Not if we wanna stay warm ‘n all.”

“Right…” The roll of your hips is an involuntary movement, one encouraged by his hands gripping you tighter. A soft groan of his vibrates against your neck while his fingers tease the hem of your pajamas.

You put up no quarrel when he slips inside, warm touch ghosting over the front of your panties. The small gasp you make when he brushes over your clit has him smiling against your skin. A sharp nip of his teeth elicits the same reaction.

“You’re awfully warm down here, eh?” Kyle’s voice is a deep rumble that seeps into your bones. Ignoring his cheeky remark, your hips roll into his hand as he slides his hand beneath your panties. “Warm n’ fuckin’ soaked.”

He certainly wasn’t wrong. Your slick coated his fingers as they glided through your slit. You could feel him spread you open, using your wetness to aid his circling touches over your clit. His other hand snakes back up your body, kneading your chest and holding you close as your back arches off of him. A line of kisses trail from your neck up to your jaw, slow and but eager. Then his touch is gliding downwards and you feel two thick fingers press against your hole before easing inside.

The stretch of his fingers makes you hiss at first, your cunt squeezing tight as you adjust to the feeling. But he moves slow, works you open with gentle thrusts that coax more of the slick that eases his movements. He moans with you when his fingers sink to the knuckle like he’s imagining the tight wetness hugging his cock instead. And, God, you wish it was.

“Fuck, you’re even warmer inside…” The words seem to stumble out without thought, just an observation made with layers of lust behind it.

Kyle curls his fingers ever-so-slightly, pressing up as he drags them out, and it nearly makes you yelp. A shockwave of pleasure runs up your spine that makes your toes curl. He keeps up the steady pace that eases you open, stretching and pushing and curling just right. You can hear the wet and lewd sound of your cunt eagerly welcoming him every time he pushes in. His mouth finds your neck again when your head falls back against his shoulder, attacking your skin with love bites and whispers of praise that have you bucking into his touch.

A desperate rock of your hips makes him do the same. You can feel him underneath you, his cock stirring with every moan that leaves your mouth, hard and firm and pressing incessantly against your ass.

“Kyle…” His name rolls deliciously off your tongue in a moan. 

“Mm-hmm?”

Your hands seek out his body—like you have to remind yourself he’s really here—grounding yourself amidst the onslaught of pleasure. You can feel the muscles in his arm flex with every pump of his fingers.. “Want you inside me.” 

“To keep me warm, I take it?”

If your eyes were open, they’d roll at his cheeky joke. “Sure, whatever.” Still, you can’t help but smile with him when you feel him laugh. “Just put your dick in me.”

“I will, baby,” he coos in your ear. He pushes deep inside your cunt just to hear you keen. “Just wanna make you cum first—”

“Get inside me, Kyle.”

His movements stop, pausing at the conviction in your voice that surprised both of you. Then, you feel his lips curl into a smile before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Yes, ma’am.”

Wasting no time—perhaps out of fear you’ll scold him again—Kyle slides his fingers out of you and moves his hands to your hips. While you sit up just enough to pull your pajamas down your hips and grant him space, he’s impatiently pushing at the waistband of his sweatpants until his cock springs free. You think you hear him spit before wrapping a hand around his cock, groaning at the feel of his own palm. He holds steady while your hips settle back into place.

The first brush of the head of his cock against your cunt makes both of you shudder. Hot and wet flesh glides against one another before you start to sink on his lap. But he’s big, much thicker than his fingers were. The stretch burns in a way you can only describe as delicious as you slowly lower your hips and swallow inch after inch. He doesn’t rush you, in fact, his breathing quickly turns unsteady as if your slow pace is still too much.

When you’re finally seated on his lap, he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you against his chest. His heavy breaths mimic your own as you both pause to adjust to the sensation. His hips push up slightly, pushing his cock even deeper inside, like being buried balls-deep isn’t enough for him.

“Fuck, Ky…” The nickname slips out involuntarily as you pant. He fills you so good, it takes your breath away every time you try to speak. “You—shit—you’re so big.” He makes a sound at that, something you imagine would’ve been a ‘thanks’ or ‘I know’ if he were a little more in control. “Stayin’ warm?” You almost want to kick yourself for keeping up with the shitty excuse that neither of you believed in anymore.

“Yeah…you’re very, very warm. ‘N tight too.” You can hear the restraint in his voice, coupled with the low growl of need. “Fuckin’ hell…”

Your hips rock gently in his lap once you gather the strength to move. Each movement makes you moan and clench around him despite being so soft and subtle you barely feel like you’re moving. Hell, every time you breathe you swear you can feel him push deeper. One heavy palm comes to rest on your hip, guiding your body with an encouraging touch, while the other slips between your legs.

Kyle curses under his breath when he feels where the two of you are connected. His fingers brush over your cunt, around your stretched hole where his cock fits snugly, and back up to your clit.

“Still plan on makin’ you cum, y’know,” his breath is hot against your jaw as he speaks. Rough fingertips circle your swollen clit as his mouth latches back onto your neck with wet kisses.

Good, you want to spit back, but your words falter into moans. Each rock of your hips makes his cock press against that sweet spot deep inside your core. That, coupled with the touch of his hand, quickly overwhelms your senses. Your cunt tightens and pulses, hugging his cock as you grind your hips in his lap and buck into his hand.

His breath is hot against your skin as he pants, groaning every time you clench. “Christ, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm,” your eyes flutter shut as you hum, unable to think straight long enough to say anything else. 

“Good girl, that’s it.” His voice is a breathy and needy whisper in your ear. “Wanna feel this pretty pussy cum, baby.”

You know it won’t be much longer before that happens. Not with his fingers rubbing in perfect circles and his cock pushing deeper. Your cunt hugs him so tight it’s like you can feel every ridge, every vein, as he throbs inside you. Your toes curl and the muscles in your thighs go taut as that heat in the pit of your stomach starts to build. Moaning his name earns an encouraging kiss on your jaw. Your nails dig into his arm, holding him tight in a silent plea to keep going. 

Then his hips buck into yours, hitting that spot deep inside you just right, sending shockwaves through you. Your back arches off of his chest as you tense around his cock. Weeping cum down his shaft, milking his dick for all it’s worth, you squirm on his lap and whine pitifully while he strokes your clit. 

You can hear Kyle groaning underneath the sound of your own moans, his breath warm against your neck. “Fuck, that’s it…that’s it, good girl.” He practically growls as he moves to hold your hips tight.

“Cum in me, Ky’, please…” The words spill out with any thought, a mindless babble coming from the overwhelming haze of pleasure clouding your mind. You meant it, but you weren’t so sure you meant to say it out loud.

“Y’serious?” Your responding moan is all the confirmation either of you need. “Shit, it’s not gonna take me long, love. Not with you squeezin’ and movin’ like that…fuck…”

True to his word, the hot pressure of your slick walls hugging his cock makes him cum quick. Something between a moan and your name falls from his lips and his fingers dig into your hips bones to hold you steady. Maybe you imagine it, but you swear you can feel how warm his cum is, pumping deep inside you with every twitch of his cock. 

Heavy breathing fills the otherwise quiet room. His hands release their tight grip and wrap around you to hold you close against him. You practically melt into his frame, pliant and boneless. It quickly dawns on you how hot you’d gotten thanks to the layers of clothes and the blankets lying askew on your legs. Despite it being freezing inside, sweat dotted your forehead and ran down your back, sticking to your sweater uncomfortably.

While you planned to slip yourself off of his lap and waddle to the bathroom, Kyle holds you tighter the moment he feels you begin to rise.

“Mm, don’t move,” he mumbles against your shoulder. “Not yet. You’re comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” You realize how dry your throat is when your voice comes out hoarse. “Kyle, ‘m sweatin’.”

“Which means you’re not cold anymore, yeah?”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up,” you laugh. “You weren’t cold to begin with.”

“I will be if you get up.” The way his arms lock even firmer around you has you convinced he might be telling the truth. “Just a few more minutes, okay?”

Right. You can practically hear him repeating the same thing a five minutes from now. Either way, you don’t fight it. Truth be told, he did get you warmer, and getting up to face the cold felt wasn’t the most preferable idea.

Maybe surviving a heatless apartment was a lot easier than you thought.

[temis-de-leon]

You just have to keep trying

Characters: Mammon x gn!MC

Main Masterlist

C/W: first kiss. There's alcohol involved, but they're both completely conscious about what they're doing. OOC I think, but I'm literally half-dead from sleep right now

A/N: I'm planning on trying to post something else this weekend. This is just a sleep-deprived little treat <3

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The night had been frantic, although MC doubted they would remember half of it in the morning and caring seemed useless; despite the sweat, the loud cheering, and the music piercing their eardrums, their smile was wider than ever before. They’d never felt happiness so pure in a long time, maybe ever, and if their heart dared beat any harder, it would surely come flying out of their chest.

Not even their fingers behaved properly, seemingly too eager to touch, grab and never let go and, judging by the neediness in Mammon’s embrace, it appeared he felt the same. Both of them were trying to absorb as much as possible from the other.

Did he always smell this good? His perfume had almost worn off, but the essence was still there and, after such a long night full of drinks and cocktails, he’d gained a certain sugary scent mixed with the bitterness of human alcohol.

“Now you can enjoy the party too!” all the brothers had said hours ago while presenting the obscenely wide selection of bottles.

And enjoy MC did.

They were about to enjoy it again, actually, with their bones vibrating to the rhythm of the music and their breath shattered in excitement, when Mammon suddenly put his hands on their shoulders and stared at them. His cheeks were blushed and his eyes showed softness, something only they were allowed to see, and, adding that to the affection with which he was rubbing circles into their skin, MC was finding it extremely difficult to breathe properly.

“So…” he started, his whisper barely audible under the synthetic melody from the dancefloor. They nodded encouragingly, urging him to keep going. “Did you like it?”

“Did I like it? Hm, let me think…”

“C’mon, don’t be like that!”

MC chuckled at his feigned exasperated expression, mindlessly giving themselves the freedom to intertwine their fingers behind his neck. Mammon dropped his hands in return and hugged their waist to bring them closer. Leaning in and showing him just how much they had liked their first kiss was a strong temptation, but the need to tease him was way more powerful.

“I give it a solid 8 out of 10” they finally said, exaggerating an academic tone to make the joke clear. He gasped in surprise and MC fought hard to hide their smile. “Might’ve been better if we weren’t interrupted”

Which was completely true.

The music had been nothing but spectacular the whole night and their feet already hurt from all the dances they had shared with all of their demon friends in those long hours, especially Asmo, so of course it was fate that the Avatar of Lust would be the one to open the storage closet door just in time to see his older brother finally asking MC permission to kiss them after a heartfelt declaration of love.

“Damn Asmo…” the demon muttered under his breath. Then, turning as fast as a switch, he hid a cheeky smile under a hand and dramatically rolled his eyes, as if doing MC an immense favour. “Let’s have another one, then”

“You can only have one first kiss with someone, dummy” they chuckled, taking a strand of his hair between their fingers and wondering if they really cared about the specifics.

“Then we start over”

He broke the contact between them, leaving MC cold and lonely despite being a mere metre away in a storage room with no open windows or AC.

“Listen well, human!” Mammon exclaimed in a theatrical tone, one hand to his chest and the other gesturing elegantly in the air. “I am the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, and I was wondering if you could… maybe… y’know, like, let me give you a kiss…?”

MC’s eyes were open wide in surprise, but still, their smile occupied half of their face. They launched forward while laughing in delight and excitement, landing on his lips but unfortunately clashing their teeth together.

“OW!”

“Well, that was a straight 5”

“It was your fault entirely, idiot!”

“Let’s try again, then”

There was a beat of silence where, they could swear, both of their hearts stopped at the same time. Multicolour lights drew the outline of their faces from underneath the door and the music made the glasses on the shelf tremble, but MC couldn’t stop looking at him.

“Maybe this time I have to be the one to do it” they muttered, their focus shifting completely from his blue eyes to his partially opened lips. “It’s obvious you’re awful at it”

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010  @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom

[bunji-enthusiast]

Some Ban x Reader?

Namely, chubby reader with some body worship from Ban. He fucking loves your folds, your plumpness, that sweet little ass, and those thighs. You could sit on his face with it right between his thighs and he would die a happy man if he was actually able to die.

All those little things are reminders that you look and act the part of being human, while he feels he’s just a sham. He called himself Ban the Undead for a reason.

One day, he decides to buy you a pretty set of lingerie. To make you feel as pretty as he thinks you are.

You can always rely on this man for such an occasion 👌

Greedy Bastard — Ban The Undead

• Sypnosis || He decides to take it upon himself to indulge in much needed body-worship, he can’t help it!

• content || sexual themes, ban being ban, rushed ending (apologies, I couldn't think of anything better my dear).

The crooning chirps of the morning rose to an alarm that he didn’t want much for, butchering his night of sleep he had lovingly spent against your plush body. Even squeezing your adorable little ass, Ban without a doubt is sincerely reminded of what a wonderful little partner he has.

To be frank, he is quite jealous of your very, sexy curves. Like time could pass without warning if he indulged in them for far too long.

If his cause of death was namely because of you, you’d make Ban the happiest he’s ever been in his life.

Thigh-squeezing or none.

“Babe,” Ban drawled, his cheeks reddening as he burrowed his face in the folds of your stomach. “You look so fuckin’ pretty, Y’know?”

He hooked his arms beneath the arch of your back, eliciting a yelp from you at the sensation. “Ban…” You creaked your neck to peer at the foxy creature, he was still very much a man. It was a times those fangs of his and those darling red eyes had reminded you far too much of a fox. It was a fitting thought he is after all the Fox Sin of Greed.

The man hums, sharp eyes peering at you from the folds of your skin. For a moment, he blinks, as if he was waiting for you to say something.

“You are a perverted man.” You say blankly, dumbly trying to suppress the way he made you feel right now.

Ban laughs, as if was his usual singsong tone, he doesn’t answer you — but his hands did.

You yelped, gripping the bedsheets which had provided you with comfort thus far. Feeling large hands crawl between the plush of your thighs, parting your legs which revealed a very mischievous expression of the ill-mannered thief who appears to take great pleasure in your current position. “C’mon, lemme eat you out~” He smiles, the fang of his teeth poking out.

Your lips turned, trying to close up your legs again as you weren’t prepared for such a display of affection. If that is what you can call it, you weren’t sure, it felt like because of him your mind was being turned to mushed.

Ban’s hands now held a firmer grip, keeping your legs pryed open.

“We haven’t even—“ You cut yourself off, knowing that the man was serious. He was a bit of a greedy man, but you just never stopped being surprised at what lengths his greed goes to.

His face softens for a moment, one hand stilling over the fat flesh of your stomach. “Hey I can save that part for last, hmm?” Ban murmurs, leaving your thighs out of both his hands. You unseeingly flinched at the loss of the warmth, but it was quickly apparent that it was replaced by the fact he is now focused on trailing his way up to your face. Bit, by excruciating bit.

Ban sure seemed to take his sweet ass time every single time he pulls this, you squirmed as you sat up, trying to gain elevation over him. He stills at your movements, a disapproving look on his face. Your face heats up at the sudden silence, bucking your hips to gain some friction and warmth. His hands stills on your hips as he leans closer to your face, his lips are against yours already, greedy yet inviting.

His hand cants your jaw, tipping it as he gains entrance into your mouth. Ban lets out a low moan as your hand jolts against his arms, digging into his skin as you found purchase. You could almost feel a rumble omit from his throat, sultry and satisfied at how well this was going as of right now. His other hand keeps steady on the mattress below you, taking his sweet time in prolonging the kiss.

You weren't sure how long you could hold it for, pushing back against him as you breathed for oxygen to enter your lungs once again. "What I said about being perverted," You sat up, your hands pushing against his bare chest, "You are far more greedy."

Ban smiles at your statement, happy to see you were more awake and moving. "I am a thief y'know?" He mentions, you shake your head, sighing at being reminded of the fact. Ban simply will never stop reminding you of this very fact, he often times more then not will steal things he finds bothersome to actually pay for - which has resulted in you scolding him (if you figured out he stole something) multiple times.

The shifting in the bed had pulled you out of your stupor, seeing Ban had finally gotten up. You heaved a heavy sigh of relief, 'I won't have to deal with his loving this morning'.

You finally found the strength to get up from the bed yourself, but only a few steps in you were stopped by a large hand holding you in your spot. "I wasn't done yet, come on." He chuckled, his face holding a very familiar expression. You huff, crossing your arms as you covered yourself.

"Ban, whatever you are planning. I swear to god-"

He interjects, "It's good, okay babe? Not bad."

Ban smiles, eyes closed and all, one hand pulling you back to the bed. You complied, letting out another annoyed huff as you sat back down at the edge of the bed. Your brow raised as you see his other hand behind his back, "What do you have there?" You ask, and he almost appeared to have stiffened.

"Something' to help you." Now you still, you hands coming to rest in alignment with your position. The way he had worded his sentence had you questioning what he had behind his back, Ban slowly pulled out the item in question.

Pretty red lingerie, from top to bottom it was fresh, new and good quality. Your face burns, bringing up your hands as you covered your eyes from the sight. "You know I won't be able to fit in that!" Hands not belonging to you immediately pries apart your cover, Ban just waves the set of lingerie infront of your face. "Just give it a try, alright?" He says, "You can take it off after, if ya don't like it."

Silence ensues.

After a few more minutes of thinking, you relented with an agreeable sigh. Snatching the set of pretty lingerie from him, "I hate you so much, you know I'm not gonna look good in this."

Ban sighs, taking your chin in his hand as his voice takes a low tone, "Now I know I just didn't hear my pretty girl say that about herself." You flinch, your own hand gripping onto his wrist as you blushed, dumbly blinking at the sudden change in the atmosphere. You certainly didn't expect this much praise from him, not this man, he was far more favored by the gods instead of you. Why would he get this pissed over a comment you made about yourself? You had no idea.

"Try again." He says with a firm squeeze on the skin of your cheeks.

“I want my girl to know how hot n’ pretty she is.”

[maeby-cursed]

➴ OH, STUPID CUPID ! ♡

✧ a/n: happy valentine's, dear angels ! ♡

Toji Fushiguro doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day.

Why would he, after all? It’s merely a capitalist ploy to keep the consumerism engines turning. You can disguise greed in glittery pink polish and white chocolate bonbons but at its core, it won't change its nature.

And so, he spends St. Valentine’s like he would any other day; gets up at dawn, works until his hands are peeled and his back aches and gets home to eat whatever he has left over. 

It’s a good routine, the most stable one he’s found for himself in years. 

He can't recall a time where the fourteenth of February meant anything at all. 

(Except for that one year that it had.)

But he won't think of withered flowers or laughing kisses or other sweets that have since rotten in his memory. A woman, a child, an apartment downtown.

That is all long gone now. The apartment downtown had gotten expensive, and the child had grown older. The woman had gone long ago and there were no more flowers or kisses or laughter.

It’s all capitalism, it’s all vapid and stupid and childish.

So, Toji Fushiguro doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day. That is until you come along, knocking on his workshop’s door.

You’re obviously lost, mumbling an inquiry about how much you could get for selling a motorbike you keep referring to as "an old piece of garbage".

He can't help but snicker at your wording, a little chuckle that grows into a full chest laugh when he sees what you’ve dragged to his shop. It’s painfully obvious that this thing isn’t yours.

You keep holding the handlebars with careful hands, sparing few disgusted glances to the vehicle, as if its mere existence wounded you.

He asks how long you’ve had it, and where you got it, and how much you’d like to get. 

You answer back curtly: two years, your ex, nothing as long as you get rid of it.

You seem annoyed just by having to be there and for some unexplainable reason this amuses him to no end. Maybe being surrounded by car engines in a small workshop with no windows is starting to affect him.

“I’ll take it.”

You raise your gaze from the dusty headlight, shocked by his offer.

“You will?”

“Sure thing. You don’t want it, I could use some new parts, I’ll just scrap it.”

You let out a sigh, relieved, and all the tension dissipates from your shoulders.

“Oh, that… well, that would be great! Thank you.”

Your smile makes him stop in his tracks. Pretty and warm and familiar – something dangerous. His head travels back.

After a second that lasts forever, he acknowledges what you've said, grunting as his only response and getting back to the store with you in tow.

“Could I leave it with you now or…?"

“Bring it back next week, I don’t really have a place to put it right now, y’know?”

You look around the place. It’s full of buckets of paint and car parts, no decor but stacks upon stacks of metallic shelves full of objects you can’t recognize. You chuckle awkwardly, seemingly in a better mood after the compromise you've arranged.

“Right, uhm… Actually, I'm not here next week, could I come back tomorrow?”

Toji turns back to stare at you, and for the first time, really sees you. You look young, probably in your mid-twenties, of bright eyes and shiny hair, and that pretty smile that keeps fluttering over your lips. 

He hasn’t done this in a long time… But maybe…

“I close at 10pm today, why don’t you come back then?” he says, closing his fists to stop them from sweating.

Your wondering eyes freeze on him then, and your lips part slightly. He just can't stop staring.  

“But it’s Valentine’s Day. Don’t you have any plans?” you ask, shyly.

“I don’t believe in that crap.”

Shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out like that.

“Oh,” you whisper. You're still grinning up at him, but your expression has lost its warmth, instead replaced by a polite awkwardness and doubtful gaze, and now he's kicking himself in his head.

“Sorry, did that bother you?” he asks, hiding his guilt with a smirk.

“No, not at all!" You laugh, playing with your hands. "I… just, I don’t mind it, I guess.

"I know it's not even a real holiday and that it's merely a product of capitalism, and that it’s all about sales and consumerism and all of that, but… I find it nice, you know? Having a day to be with the people you love…" You look around his shop once, before giving him a shy stare. "It’s sappy, I know.” You end with a shrug, your ears flushed.

Toji doesn’t say anything for a minute, he just breathes and takes it in. 

Oh, he’s grown bitter, hasn’t he? Old and sour. 

His son is out there right now buying flowers with his friends, his coworker is on a date at a fancy place, his one and only friend is buying chocolates for his wife… And he’s here at 5pm, with his hands dirty and his neck sweaty and the prettiest woman he’s seen in a long time in front of him, with no plans for tonight and a lovely smile hidden by a familiar sort of nervousness.

What is wrong with him? Is he truly that fucking stubborn? Can't he deal with a bit of pink?

He’ll admit that he's never minded the chocolates and the roses – even if they aren’t his favorite – and that he always laughs at the cherubs and the cheesy postcards. Of course, he won't talk about how he still hums old 50s songs while he works or how he indulges in a bit of dessert when February rolls around, though.

But he knows. He's always known.

So, maybe it’s not all about the money. Maybe it’s more about being accompanied for once since he was twenty three and alone. Maybe it’s more about taking a shot at getting something good back.

Maybe it's not all capitalism, not all vapid and stupid and childish.

“Yeah… I guess it’s not all that bad.”

“I do like it… sometimes,” you finish, as if completing his train of thought. This hasn't happened to him in a long time. "I’ll be back tonight then…?”

He recovers quickly, smirking briefly before turning to clean his hands with a rag.

“Sure, at 10pm," he says, over his shoulder.

You laugh, cheerful once more, and begin walking to the door.

“It’s a date!”

And, God, he really hopes it can be, if only because it’s Valentine’s Day.

© 2024, MAEBY-CURSED — do not copy/repost/edit.

[dykealloy]

Trafalgar Law and Faith

Pre-emptive warning this is going to be another LONG metapost/analysis. There’s a lot I could talk about here but for the sake of structure I’m going to split this into three sections, i.e. the main ‘faith transitions’ that Law has gone through in the narrative thus far: 1. Flevance (catalyst for loss of religious faith), 2. Corasan (martyr that figuratively and literally saves law by giving him something to live for, introducing the will of D.), and 3. Luffy (cementing faith in this new belief system and regaining trust in the goodness of humanity through the living embodiment of everything Corasan believed in).

Before we get into all that though, let’s establish that Christianity is a thing in one piece. Speedrunning through some visual examples that come to mind; the Flevance church and nun (holding a celtic cross - censored in the anime version), a nun literally praying to God right before Marineford, Vinsmoke Sora’s grave marked with a cross (is op Christianity a northern thing?), Usopp and Chopper having crucifixes and holy water whenever ghostly stuff is brought up, Kuma and his trusty bible, the religious symbols on Kikoku’s hilt (could instead be more a reference to the Red Cross/symbol of humanitarian and medical aid as a doctor) and especially in whatever Mihawk’s got going on (though this could just be a Japanese cultural thing with Christianity being a minority religion or Oda just finding that some of the iconography, y’know. looks cool). There are also many other references to other religions e.g. hinduism, shintoism, buddhism, etc. Whether op forms of religion are the same as the real-world ones is debatable, and yes, Law being canonically raised as a devout catholic schoolboy with all the religious trauma associated with that is comical, but let’s take it all unironically for a hot minute. For fun. 

1. Flevance

Law’s birthplace (Flevance) is described as being, at one point, “a very wealthy country with an unearthly beauty about it, with pure white soil and plants, like some kind of snow kingdom in a fairy tale.” The country’s wealth came from the very bedrock it sits on — white lead, which could be used to make various high quality products like tableware, cosmetics, weapons etc. When the wider world heard about this everyone wanted a piece of Flevance (the World Government also getting involved with distribution), and very quickly white lead became a “bottomless well of money”. So, hooray. Law gets to grow up in a rich city in a big house with educated doctor parents and probably gets to go to private school on weekdays and festivals with his family on weekends. One problem. In their greed, the Government and royalty have been knowingly hiding the truth about this supposed goldmine from the beginning. White lead is a toxic poison. Mining it from the ground over the last century and putting it in so many everyday products has resulted in it accumulating in the citizens’ bodies and leading to amber lead sickness, shortening their life-span with each successive generation – with the children of Law’s generation fated to die out before they reach adulthood.

In the bible (especially in the old testament), God often inflicted these insanely disastrous events upon humanity, usually as some kind of punishment for their wrongdoings or as a test of their faith. Some events of which include (but are not limited to): famine, outbreaks of disease and natural disasters (e.g. hail, wildfire, earthquakes, floods). Historically, these stories played a key role in how humanity interpreted meaning from horrible disasters (e.g. assuming bubonic plague was sent as a punishment by god). Fire imagery is very common among these disasters as a representation for hell, which is clearly reflected in the destruction of Flevance.

Sometimes these disasters had sole survivors act as messengers for God. With that context, let’s put ourselves back in the shoes of a ten-year old Law. Raised religious, freshly traumatised from losing his home, his devout family, all the comforts of his life, and having the outside world completely abandon him, this kind of event is likely going to be processed as some form of divine punishment. Law stumbles through hell, finds all his dead classmates, and the last words of sister nun echo through to him here. Merciful and salvation are huge catholic buzzwords – promises of holy compassion, deliverance and hope – and all of it fire and smoke and riddled with bullet holes before him. A genocide funded, perpetuated and covered up by the same body Law was promised was there to save them. And the only reason Law hadn’t died with them was because he wanted to stay with his little sister Lami, who was on her deathbed, and his parents, who were themselves trying to help the afflicted citizens, Law’s own father (before he was shot and killed alongside his mother) begging for more doctors, fresh blood, anything the world can offer, and asking “Why doesn’t the government announce to everyone that white lead is not infectious?”

Oftentimes (and in the case of Law), when there’s a promise of heavenly intervention or some miracle that doesn’t follow through, it results in an ultimate feeling of betrayal and anger. Unfortunately a lot of Catholic teachings also use a lot of guilt, essentially teaching people that the bad things that happen to you are your fault and there needs to be some sort of penance (queue Law’s survivor’s guilt that carries on down the road). But also, if this was supposed to be some divine punishment, for what exactly? For the town being blinded by the incredible wealth they were sitting on? Being lied to? Continuing to extract their livelihood, ignorant of its dangers? Punishment for who? His parents? His innocent little sister? For ten year-old Law? These people who believed in God, who were good people? That’s fucking stupid. None of these people suffered and died for any reason at all — certainly not for a sacred one. God hadn’t saved a single one of them. Law had to crawl out of hell himself by sneaking over the border under a mound of corpses.

Given everything that happened here, Law has every reason to fall into nihilism, and you can see how his upbringing would’ve bred a lot of the feelings of guilt, anger and resentment that you still see in Law (which would suggest that though this is where he likely cuts ties with the religious/Catholic component of his faith, growing up with these teachings in his formative years would definitely influence underlying beliefs about how the world works, and how Law behaves and subconsciously processes information), but at the same time, there’s usually some form of redemption and changes to how these patterns of behaviour can be approached later down the line.

2. Corasan

Fresh off witnessing his whole world burning down around him, Law meets Corazon at the very bottom of this pit of self-destructive rage and unprocessed grief. Rosinante himself mentions to Sengoku that the hatred in Law at this time reminded him of his brother, but beyond the anger, harsh pessimism, vengefulness, I think you have to reach to find similarities between them. You can see some fragments of Doffy in Law down the line at times, with Law seeming to enjoy violence (especially against the navy, but given what they did to Flevance, it’s some well-deserved retribution for Law imo), but I’m not so sure it’s the cruelty so much as it is the high he gets off his own flavour of justice. Doctor’s Hippocratic oath maybe, but never once does Law like seeing others die (even at this point, he’s in tears next to a dead body, even though he’s the one holding the knife), and later on in Wano he makes it explicitly clear to Zoro that he’d rather see the mission fail than have any of them end up dead.  

Little Law wanted to destroy the world and everything in it, but thinking rationally, what other choice did this kid have? He had no remaining family, was doomed to die before he hit puberty due to a terminal illness, was perceived as an infectious subhuman that most doctors would’ve sooner tried to exterminate than help. To Law, the world had turned its back on him – considering him a monster for simply surviving. He has all this hatred and pain boiling away with him with no tangible target to direct it towards. And this is the first clear cut rejection of faith that we see in Law. Any concept of a merciful God had just died. What God would allow this? Why is Law alive (a question that he repeats to himself throughout his life), why are these scumbags alive, why is the world going on spinning as if nothing has happened when his whole world had gone up in flames, why does anyone at all get to be here when everything I loved is gone? And it’s far easier to fall into a despondent nihilistic stupor than it is to work through any of that, and what’s the point in trying to process and move on from it, when there’s no hope for a future for Law anyway? When the only thing waiting ahead is more pain? What was this, if not a punishment? He’s supposed to be some messenger for God? How about fuck God, or whatever entity that exists that made him suffer this. Law’s not going to be a messenger for shit, thanks, he’d rather be their monster, he’d rather watch the world burn.

Corazon survives Law’s stabbing and doesn’t rat the little shit out (to Law’s confusion). It’s business as usual for another two years, then, one day Rosinante overhears his true name - Trafalgar “D” Water Law, and everything changes. On the back of his own beliefs, Rosinante dedicates himself to making sure Law a) lives and b) doesn’t become his brother. Law’s relatively short six month stint with Corasan forms the basis of Law’s new creed going forward, and all it took was a bit of kindness, love and humanity when the rest of the world had abandoned him. In the end Rosinante doesn’t save Law for the will of D. and the storm he’s predicted to bring in the future (as Law suspects), but he certainly believes in it, and the strength of Corasan’s conviction transfers right over to Law when he forces the ope ope fruit down the kid’s throat to heal him, tells Law he loves him, then sacrifices himself to set Law free.

Law clings to that love he was given, he takes all these fundamental teachings and ways of thinking in regards to faith that were drilled into him during his youth, rejects the religion element and applies just about everything else to Corasan. He holds onto the last shreds of what Corasan leaves him with. Corasan becomes his “benefactor” (he gave my my heart), his saviour, his martyr. 

And the crazy thing is, Rosinante was never really this saint Law makes him out to be. Law hated the clutz when they first met (mostly on account of Corazon throwing him through a glass window down at least two stories and into a pile of scrap). Corazon initially showed nothing but contempt for his presence (to ward him and the other children away from the Donquixote family, but these are still extreme measures). And it wasn’t until after learning Law’s name that Rosinante dragged him kicking, crying and screaming from hospital to burning hospital (not very saintlike in of itself), even after Law begged him to stop. Rosinante became Law’s saviour partly because of his belief in the will of D., and probably due to some guilt being a Donquixote, but mostly because he has always had a bleeding heart and he pitied (and had very quickly come to love) this angry, sick, deeply lost little kid. All this to say that Law’s faith in Corasan – this saintlike figure Law upholds him as in the future and the lengths he’s willing to go to avenge him/fulfil Rosinante’s purpose reflects the strength of the absolute beliefs Law would’ve been raised with in regards to God.  

Whether it be out of survivor’s guilt (just one more body to heap on top of the Flevance pile), his love for Corasan, or for the sake of taking vengeance on the man that took away the one good thing he’d been able to regain in his miserable life, Law adopts Corasan’s will, the will of D. (which in of itself seems divine in nature), incorporates it into his new belief system, actively takes on the role of the divine punisher/justiciar and dedicates his life to bringing down Doflamingo.

3. Luffy

Catholicism dictates that the entirety of someone’s beliefs should be dedicated to one true cause (that cause being God) and expects people to ride on that, letting it carry them through life, give them hope, purpose, etc. But a lot of former Catholics choose instead to find that through something else. Corasan ignited the spark in Law’s faith around the will of D., but it’s not until he meets Luffy that this really becomes something that feels tangible and real for Law.

When Law saved Luffy in Marineford (putting the heart crew in danger for a stranger he met once), he said he did so “on a whim”, but that seems incredibly ooc for Law — this man that pretty much planned out how the rest of his life would go after the dust of Corasan’s death settled and he came to terms with the fact he wasn’t going to die at age thirteen like he’d originally thought. Circling back to the concept of Law being a sole survivor/messenger for God, it is interesting that Law is the one to seek out Luffy (given that Luffy is usually always the one either being abandoned by people or recruiting his crewmates), and Law is ultimately the catalyst for pulling him towards Dressrosa and Wano. There must be a REASON that led to Law deciding Luffy to be the most viable option out of the Worst Generation for an alliance (beyond blind trust in an unhinged captain that just so happens to also bear the initial D, and Luffy being one of the few captains crazy enough to go along with what Law was cooking up). 

Law undoubtedly would’ve kept a peripheral eye on Luffy for some time before officially meeting him due to him being a rising competitor pirate and another “D” (I imagine the news of his utterly insane exploits would’ve made good reading material, too). The first time Law lays eyes on Luffy in Sabaody though, he still blows all expectations out of the water — crashing headfirst into the crowd of a slave auction and immediately committing a felony against a member of the most powerful upper one percent.

The world nobles are at an “untouchable God” tier in terms of class standing and believe it’s only natural for them to be entitled to whatever and whoever they want in this world that’s beneath them – the same kind of self-aggrandizing false divinity that Law has a a lot of repressed rage towards and that the will of D. is fated to oppose, so this, understandably, is a highly compelling first encounter, but it’s really only an initiating factor for what ultimately draws Law to Luffy. From their very first meeting (and probably before then, in the news stories and rumours Law likely picked up on), it’s made abundantly clear that Luffy does what he wants without a second’s hesitation, no matter the consequences, simply because he feels it is the right thing to do. Some call this an iron will, Law would be more inclined to call it willful stupidity and trouble, but time after time Luffy somehow manages to pull off what Law would best describe as “miracles”. And Law believes the straw hats just might be the ones to drum up another one for him.

Luffy’s also got a lot of passing resemblances to Corasan going for him, e.g. inherently kind, compassionate liberators with big dumb hearts and wide goofy smiles in spite of everything they’ve been through, treating Law as nakama and saving his life despite his protests etc. All of which I’m sure Law hasn’t been completely unaffected by despite the high walls he puts up. And the more Law learned about Luffy the more it probably became clear that he is the antithesis to Doflamingo, i.e. what makes Luffy so goddamn dangerous and terrifying beyond his physical power is his ability to make friends with a simple kind of unconditional love that gets reciprocated enough so that these friends are willing to die for him.

Luffy agrees to the alliance, they successfully blow up Caesar’s base, and head off to Dressrosa. Now’s the time I should bring up that it’s taught in Catholicism that self sacrifice is the ultimate heavenly deed, and here Law is undoubtedly prepared to be a martyr for his cause. Law sends away his crew to Zou before Punk Hazard with the expectations that he’d never see them. He cultivates a fierce emotional detachment against Luffy’s willingness to bring him into the fold of the straw hats, and is resolute in that when the time comes, he will handle this himself, he will carry out Corasan’s will, and if he has to die for it, he will die with Corazon’s name plastered on his back. (Note here that Christianity is contradictory in that Law being this ready to die here is a sin, because revenge and suicide are highly discouraged, so you could say that by avenging and dying for his saviour, Law would be committing both the ultimate sacrifice and the ultimate sin).  

Things get very dicey for Law in Dressrosa, to put it lightly. Doflamingo reveals that he was a celestial dragon (linking back into the will of D. “enemy of the Gods” notion), puts Law on the backfoot and gives him a thorough beating before shooting Law with a couple dozen white lead bullets in front of Luffy (because even when he’s winning Doffy loves to be a cunt about it). By the time Doflamingo is cuffing Law to the heart seat, it’s all looking pretty grim, and it’s very apparent when Luffy shows up to save him, that he is ready to die. 

Law here has given up. He spent years planning his revenge for Corasan, but he lost, and he has very little left in the tank (physically, emotionally, spiritually). But Luffy doesn’t listen. Luffy who doesn’t think, doesn’t care, who trampled all over Law’s carefully laid out plan from the get-go and who is willing to take on Doflamingo single handedly for the simple slight that he dared to harm Luffy’s friend Law. Law will never find peace in his own demise because Luffy doesn’t do peaceful. He does loud and unashamed and open with no rhyme or reason other than the excruciatingly simply fact that he loves people and he thinks the people he loves deserve to have good lives. Luffy chucks Law over his shoulder and drags an injured Law across the city despite his protests (sound familiar?) and in the process inspires the fighting spirit in Law again.

When Law confronts Doflamingo again with Luffy in tow, Law’s faith in Luffy confounds him. The last Doflamingo remembers of Law is this beautifully moldable dark pit of grief and rage who’d given up on believing, period – who wanted the world destroyed. Not so long ago, Law had been a candidate for Doflamingo’s next protégé. Now?

THIS is the action (grinning, staring down the barrel of a gun, flipping Doffy off as he tells him in not so many words that he may kill Law but he will never beat Luffy), Law’s unshakeable faith in the face of his own death is what has Doflamingo realising he will never regain control of Law again – is what incites Doflamingo to go from breaking Law down so he can build him back up again, to conceding defeat and outright killing him. 

The trust that Luffy inspires in Law and the way he talks about Luffy (Luffy being this powerful, miracle-inducing liberator that Law can’t comprehend but follows anyway, Law laying down his hopes on him, weaponizing the will of D. to try and provoke fear from Doffy), is very reminiscent of the awe and faith talked about in scripture. Law discovers the feelings of comfort and hope that Catholicism was supposed to give him in Luffy, but Law’s belief in Luffy is a direct rejection of those teachings. Rejection by believing in a real life person as opposed to the divinity he was taught about. He’s also cementing his belief in the will of D., thus rejecting Doflamingo and all the people that embody the sort of “all powerful” divinity that he abhors (i.e. celestial dragons, Kaido, the Gorōsei/five elders) for the embodiment of hope and humanity. 

When Law survives (again), he expresses he’d rather see Luffy beat Doflamingo with his own eyes or die with Luffy if he loses than leave. Then he watches, after all this talk of miracles, looking up in reverence as Luffy delivers, bright as the sun, haloed by the bars of a cage that’s haunted him for over a decade, Corasan’s words echoing at the back of his mind. God had never saved or freed Law, but Corasan was there for him, the heart crew was there, Luffy was there. And this is Law’s biggest, clearest rejection of religion – this newfound faith in humanity. 

This faith in Luffy is put to the test again in Wano when Luffy is struck down by Kaido, but Law never truly stops believing that he’ll make a comeback. Even when the straw hats doubt whether he’s alive or not, something tells him Luffy’s not dead, and he holds onto that hope. 

We also have the whole nika/joyboy backstory which really only reinforces all of this imagery/god-fearing looks of awe from Law and this idea of Luffy who is this perfect juxtaposition of empathetic and kind to incredibly fearsome fire and brimstone fighter. And regardless of whether you’re into the ship or not this is the impetus of Law’s relationship with Luffy for me, because here’s Luffy who has every right to have a chip on his shoulder and be downtrodden about all the injustices against him, here’s this little guy who against all odds, in the darkest of places, embodies light and hope and kindness and proves to Law that there will be hard times but there IS a happy ending at the end of the tunnel, despite it all. And everytime Luffy rises to the insurmountable challenge and wins, it just further cements that the will of D. is alive, that Corasan was right, that there's something redeemable in Law, a reason why he was worth saving, even if Law doesn’t understand it quite yet. 

[stanleyvampire14]

ENVY…….

"not an art day" i say, drawing ryder and envy

[ghostyolive]

Y’know, considering the geneology in Fullmetal Alchemist, Greed accidentally set up the world's worst family reunion in the Beasts of Dublith arc. Imagine you get kidnapped by some guy in a gay bar who wants to legitimately take you apart and study you and he turns out the be your annoying immortal cousin that you had no clue about. And then the president shows up and also turns out to be your evil cousin

[katshelluvacritic]

So…. Glitz and Glam huh… y’know what that means my fellow artists and critics…

REDESIGN TIME!!!! + (A bit of critics/opinions on the characters and the og design :-] )

To start it out a lil’ positive, If I gotta be honest I actually kinda liked these two characters from the mid-season special, even though they were just the bitchy woman character your supposed to hate (as if we needed any more of those characters than we already got viv), they were still really fun as characters in my opinion!

I feel like bitchy esc kind of character very much works for these two coupled with them being very competitive towards fizz in the episode, I feel like those two things were like the bread and butter for these characters and if I wanna be honest… I kinda wanna see these two again but wouldn’t be surprised if that didn’t happened bc c’mon this helluva boss we’re talking about after all!

The only thing I would have to say negatively about these two is that they literally got crushed by a rock in the end, like I get it viv hates writing characters who are woman but COME ONNN, you had these two characters that seem really interesting and the only climax you could’a think for them in the ep was to crush them with a rock? That’s literally lame.

But other than that, I think overall these characters were alright! At least writing wise….

Now for the redesign + critic thing on the og designs

I decided to change her outfit bc although I loved the character’s personality, the outfit viv gave them not fit them at all. The jester esc outfit personally I think doesn’t really work for these two because 1. The jester theme Fizzarolli’s thing and 2. It doesn’t really work well with their personality, the song they sang in my opinion shows that.

So I thought I’d base their outfits off of the bratz outfits and also any outfits similar to that, to try to fit their characters more!

That and I’m just getting real sick and tired of the jester/clown theming that’s going on in hb because oh my god it feels so out of place, especially with the theme of greed ring being a trashy polluted city. And even if, EVEN IF viv wanted to give them clown esc themed outfits, I feel like it would’ve made more sense if she gave them outfit that were similar to mimes because technically those guys are like elegant clowns! While jesters aren’t even the same as clowns at all.

I also kept the green ish’ tones while also giving them a bit off red and purple colors to compliment the identical twin duo thing they have going on! Because like… do I even have to say why I did it? Their colors are literally just black and the same exact hues of green, it was literally hard to focus on them when watching the episode because of much they blended in with the background.

I also took inspiration from this fish when designing them because from as far as I can tell (and do correct if I’m wrong), they’re supposed to be fish demons??? So I tried to add more fish motifs for them!

I also made them half succubus from the horns looking similar to that and also because I thought it’d be fitting for them!

I also made their hair look like fish fins because oh my god their hair in the canon design was probably the worst part about their designs, not only did it have too many details that it was too distracting when I was trying to pay attention to the characters but also I just trying to figure out how the hair works in general, because it honestly their hair kinda looked like paper instead of fish fins or even actual hair.

But other than that uhh…

TLDR: I love these guys sm, they deserved much better and uhhh I love women /hj

[rustycopper4use]

Ok, uhm....I've seen someone make a request for poly Ozzie x Fizz x Reader in which the reader is Blitzø's brother, but I got a better one for you! How about (poly ofc) Ozzie x Fizz x Male Reader who is Striker's older brother? Like, maybe he heard about what happened in greed ring and came to apologise on his brother's behalf and maybe offer his services as bodyguard?

Fizz x Ozzie x Male reader!

sorry I went a little bit off the rails but I hope you like it!!

At the beginning you were close to fizzaroli as kids.

 you first met him at one of his shows, and you would try to see all his shows. And ended up dragging your younger brother striker to them, much to his protests.

  You would spend hours with fizzaroli, him being the only sense of affection in your life. Giving your family’s old fashioned values. His was the escape from it all.

 Your father resented the wasted time spent with some lowly circus clown, he would try every thing to make you to stop seeing him. After awhile he even turned Striker against you, which in retrospect wasn’t hard he idolized him. 

 In the ended up with you sneaking out the house everyday to see the goofy imp.

 However that was until the fire. You had been only been able to talk to him when you actually came to the circus.

 So one day you went to see him, with a small birthday gift you’d be able to pay for.

 only to met with ashes, and burnt remains of childhood memories, it was hauntingly void of life still fresh with smoke.

 And you never heard from him again.

  You left the gift in the remains. It became a regular thing, you’d leave a small gift every year on his birthday.

  A way to remember him, maybe you’d just like the sadness that came with it rather than the bitter empty feeling in your cold aching chest. 

 Or you’re still in denial, waiting for the day he’ll somehow come back and it’ll be some big cruel joke.

  After that you replaced that time with meaningless jobs, helping dad around the farm. 

  While your younger brother took up kill for hire, you would be along aside for protection, an extra set of hands. 

 This new attitude brought a sense of pride to the rest of the family.

 Your relationship wasn’t the same with your less than functional family. You weren’t ever close to your father or brother but, it got even more distant. Opting for only talking when needed.

  One day striker came back from a job beaten bruised, and burned.

 As you fixed him up, he whined about his failed attempt, he brought up an all to familiar name.

 “Y’know that lowlife clown was such a brat to deal with, and his pathetic friend Blizto-“

 “Are you talking about fizzaroli?”

 “-Wait no, Fizzaroli’s alive?.”

 “Look I don’t care if you had a soft spot for that thing, I had a job and I’m gonna go through with it.”

 “You never thought to tell me he was alive!”

 “Of course I didn’t, Dad and I knew you were going to act like this, you became a better demon because of us.”

 “Get out.”

 Striker gets to door before turning back towards you.

 “Im not gonna give up this job because you’ve grown weak.”

 “Oh I know you won’t.”

 He left.

  You weren’t sure what to do now. Striker was a stubborn person, he wouldn’t give up till Fizzaroli’s head was on a stick.

  Luckily for you. you were just as petty as the snake.

 For the next few days you looked for opportunities to work at Ozzie’s. You came across for a listing for a personal bodyguard for Fizz. 

 You got scheduled for an interview, part of you dreaded seeing him again.

 You headed down(up?) to the lust ring. The gorgeous neon lights, against the calming rain.

  The Ozzie’s club was nothing short of a spectacle. And the start to your new life.

  Ozzie was apprehensive on hiring someone with relations with the demon that kidnapped Fizzaroli in the first place. 

 But Fizz reassured his worries, he knew you weren’t like him.

 The start of this job was- not exactly awkward, but there was this weird air around you three. A few weeks in and you’ve finally settled in, you grew comfortable with the duo and life finally felt back on track.

 You still felt guilt for what your brother did, you would always give gifts to fizzaroli as a form of an apology, a better change than what you did for 15 years. You also get into the habit of going above what was asked for even at your own expense.

 Even when Fizzaroli explained he didn’t blame you, it was your brother’s actions after all. You settled for buying him flowers every other day.

  The two would flirt with you, fizzaroli being more bold, knowing exactly what makes you tick and that special spot that makes you melt.

  Ozzie on the other hand, had a different approach. He took on a more romantic strategy, he learned very early on that his voice was your weakness, a few praises and you were a goner. 

 When striker found out he was pissed. His own brother fooling around with blue blood, how did you turn out like this.

 Every time he would show up you always up lovey-dovey just to rub salt in a wound.

  Fizzaroli adored it when you’d get riled up and your southern accent would slip. He would purposely push your buttons lovingly just to hear it.

 Every time Fizzaroli would want attention you’d always make sure to hold his face given it’s the only part he can really feel now.

 Ozzie was the only one that Could cook, and that still didn’t change with you around. Sure you weren’t as bad as Fizz but still.

 Fizzaroli would call you a cowboy (affectionately)

[another-lost-mc]

Hii, first of all, i love your writing 💕 and I hope you're doing well.

How do you think the bros would react watching the movie Se7en?

I think it would be interesting to see their reactions since the theme surrounds the seven deadly sins.

a/n: I love this movie! I re-watched while I worked on this since it's been a while. I wrote the blurbs in order of the sins as they're portrayed in the film.

➤ watching the movie se7en | the demon brothers

1k words | x gn!reader | nsfw | violence and dark/disturbing themes, demons thinking about demon things, movie spoilers

BEELZEBUB | the gluttony scene

Any other time, he'd be joking that if he had to die, he wants to die eating. He understands that now's probably not the best time to tell you that.

He feels a bit sad for some reason. He's not sure if it's the poor bloke's death on screen or the movie's gritty atmosphere in general.

Ravenous hunger has its downsides, but most of the time he enjoys eating food. He can understand why being forced to eat would be emotional and literal torture for someone.

He knows he could eat that much pasta without breaking a sweat, but he doubts it would be comforting to you so he doesn't say it out loud.

He wonders how much he'd have to eat for his body to break down in protest of finally being too full, but he keeps that to himself too.

MAMMON | the greed scene

It's not a horror movie but the dark vibe still gives him the creeps.

He hasn't had to look away (yet) but he tucks you closer to his side so you can cuddle. You can hide your face in his chest for the gross parts if they bother you, he won’t tease you.

He sorta gets an inkling about the greed motif— something about a scummy lawyer and money trading hands is his first guess about why this guy was targeted.

Eh, close enough.

There are a lotta ways to kill someone with greed without actually killing them, y’know.

(He doesn’t wanna talk about ‘em though. He doesn’t want you to think badly of him.)

BELPHEGOR | the sloth scene

What the actual fuck.

He was feeling a bit sleepy watching the movie up to this point, but he's not anymore.

He understands the interpretation of his sin, but he's surprised to see such an ugly version of it in a human world movie like this.

If he senses that you're uncomfortable, he tries to distract you until the scene ends.

Now seems like a great time to pause the movie so you can both get up and get a drink, or stretch—or maybe go for a nap if you're tired and don't want to finish it right now.

(He's going to make sure you don't have bad dreams after this.)

ASMODEUS | the lust scene

He's had custom sex toys made before, but something like this? Yeesh.

Literally fucking someone to death seems so brutal, so unromantic. This isn't how he would do it, but he doesn't tell you that; he doesn't want to scare you.

(If he had to kill someone using his sin, he'd fuck them before ripping them open from stomach to sternum.)

(If he had to kill you with his sin, he’d make love to you until you eventually fall asleep. Your death will be instant and painless before he cuts out your heart and eats it.)

He notices that this part of the movie made you squirm in your seat more than the others so far.

Maybe a warm bath and cuddling in his bed will help you relax once the movie's over. He’s suddenly overcome with the urge to hold you.

LUCIFER | the pride scene

It feels anti-climactic compared to some of the other portrayals of sin so far, but he appreciates the simplicity. He was afraid it would be needlessly gruesome like the others.

Pride is insidious, the mother of all sins, the first deadly bloom that causes all others to fester and rot on the vine.

He can’t help the way his mind wanders after this. As an angel, he tried to resist sin. As a demon, he embraces it. Humans are weak and he knows for many, pride is their downfall.

You might not believe you could be pushed to make such a fatal choice, but Lucifer senses the way your own blend of pride lingers within you too.

He keeps silent about those thoughts and he wraps his arm around you for the rest of the film.

LEVIATHAN | the envy scene

He’s unusually quiet. He doesn’t complain or whine about how boring it is, and he doesn’t reach for his handheld either. Sometimes he looks puzzled by what’s on screen, and other times he seems contemplative.

He’s a little surprised by the ending. Speechless almost. He understands envy, but to do all this?

And the part with the wife, well...he thinks it's just a bit of an overreaction, don't you?

He can’t help but glance at you once the movie's over. He thinks about life before you and life with you now; he can't imagine life without you in it anymore.

Would he be capable of that type of jealousy if you didn't choose him? If he had to watch someone else live their own happily ever after with you while he suffered alone?

Huh.

When the movie ends, he distracts you with an impromptu game night in his room and he cuddles with you in his tub after.

His tail curls around your leg as you drift off to sleep, and he realizes he'd do so much worse just to keep you by his side.

SATAN | the wrath scene

For the most part, he's been less interested in the portrayal of sins. He's totally wrapped up in the mystery aspect of the movie instead.

Throughout the entire film, he's muttered under his breath about certain things he noticed or his guess about what might happen next.

(He’s read all the books mentioned in the library scene too.)

He figured that the cop with the short fuse was going to be involved somehow with wrath. He actually thought the character was a bit annoying.

He does sympathize with the cop's behaviour at the end—all he has to do is think of someone hurting you and it makes him seethe with rage.

The reveal about the wife caught him completely off-guard but thinking about it later, it seems so obvious.

[princessbrunette]

jj making you put sunscreen on when you’re spending the day on the beach mostly because he just wants an excuse to rub you down 😉

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🐳

you’re warm and sleepy, laying on your front dozing in and out, listening to the gentle waves and distant laughter of the pogues splashing in the water. you were so beyond relaxed that it made you jump when you suddenly felt jj’s cold wet hands press to your back, straddling the backs of your legs.

you let out a petulant and shrill whine as you try and push yourself up, cold sea water dripping all over you unpleasantly and the blonde simply laughs, pushing you back down with unmatched strength. something in you eases up a little at his manhandling, warming your stomach as he speaks.

“hey, hey— i come in peace. gotta make sure you don’t burn right?” a foreign liquid drizzles onto your back before his hands get to work, rubbing circles on your glowing skin.

“s’cold.” you rasp, still moody from being forced out of your relaxed state.

“yadayadayada, ‘think what you mean to say is ‘thank you, jj’” he combats, shuffling a little lower as he hands slide down to cup your ass cheeks, jiggling them a little in his palms. “and thank you mother nature.” he adds quietly in awe.

“jayj.” you complain and he chuckles.

“i know, i know— listen, i just gotta make sure to get your ass too— these puppies will burn like a motherfucker n’next thing y’know, you’re too sore to sit down.”

once he’s done greedily rubbing the sunscreen along your ass his hands move back up, slotting down beneath you to pull you up a little, slimy hands massaging your tits.

“oh my god.” you breathe out, half mad at his fondling and half aroused.

“alright, okay, i admit that was just pure greed.” he sits back, still straddling your body. “can you blame me though? shit.” his eyes trail down to your ass once more, and you look over your shoulder at him. “alright, alright— i’m off.” he climbs off you with a winning grin.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🐳