#professor kalego

[silvermoonartz]

Kalego relaxing in a gothic victorian dress

As usual, I participated in Secret Santa on the mairuma discord and finished this a few days ago! I had fun with the prompt @/mirasouleil had.

[emi-04]

Chapter 319

[3nderart]

one is my usual balam hair style go to, and the other is the offical hair style

demon butlers (not black butler ref) au/ interactive insta acc by a friend (go follow them i beg, its yet to be active but still): mashitsujibabyls

i made kalego way to buff(result of drawing balam way to often)

[cactuskat]

Demon Swap: Sebastian from "Black Butler" and Lord Sullivan from "Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun!"

Imagine if you will, a Ciel who makes his deal with Lord Sullivan, but Sullivan does not require a soul, instead requesting that Ciel become his grandson. This has to be the easiest deal a human has ever struck with a demon, but oh, how mistaken that was.

Ponder perhaps, an Iruma who's soul is sold by his parents to the starving demon Sebastian, only for Sebastian to find, he'd like instead to refine this soul before devouring it, afterall he is a demon a finer tastes, and thus the Butler persona is born.

Ciel returns home with an... estranged relative(?) eager to take Gaurdianship over the newly orphaned earl

Iruma is taken to the demon realm, suddenly placed upon the lap of luxury, with a loyal butler pleased to do whatever he says- only Iruma has no clue what he even wants

Is Ciel safe- Oh yes, definitely, Lord Sullivan is formitable force when he wants to be, and he will tear apart anyone who dares attempt to hurt his grandbaby, and what's more is more than willing to do anything he asks as per their agreement. But oh, oh how Ciel often replays the events of that terrible day, and wishes he perhaps negotiated for different terms for their contract...

Ciel, tries to solve a murder, as Sullivan Fawns in the background ("Oh my goodness look how cute my grandson is!!! He's doing such a good job, don't you think Opera?? I should find him a little detective's outfit, he'd be just precious!!!!!" "NO!")

Iruma meanwhile is far too aware of the fact that he's just glorified wagyu, but you know what? This might as well be how his miserable life ends, he could enjoy it... he supposes... just has to learn how to enjoy things. Thankfully Sebastian is one hell of a butler and knows just what Iruma wants right when he needs it

and of course he helps out behind the scenes at every chance he gets, he's not going to let his snack be discovered by the rest of demon kind afterall. Sometimes not even behind the scenes, school rules be damned, any butler worth his salt goes wherever his master does. Professor Kalego hates him

[blakeexists07]

SKETCH DUMP

most of these are Mairimashita, Iruma-Kun sketches! I'm gonna confess that the teachers of Babyls are my favorites in the show, especially Professor Robin and Professor Kalego (I love their dynamic).

And here's a lit tidbit about my misfit drawing: Originally, Iruma was going to be eating a comically large ham, but I decided not to. I might make another post with the Love trio enjoying a nice meal together!

Professor Robin is one of my favorite characters! I love his energy (and stupidity), and what solidified him as my favorite was the scene where he's standing on the cliff as the sun is setting!

[captainkirkk]

🦇🎃 WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP 🎃🦇

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Merlin

The Hunt for Red Emrys by darkbluedark

King Arthur sets out to keep his promise to the spirit of the Druid boy by repealing his father's ban on magic. Unfortunately, this is easier said than done, for reasons including but not limited to the following:

(1) He can't change the law until he understands magic better, but no sorcerer is willing to explain magic to him until he changes the law;

(2) The sorcerers all have some strange obsession with Merlin, which is awakening all sorts of feelings in Arthur that he really doesn't fancy examining too closely;

(3) He is starting to feel like the butt of some Druid-population-wide inside joke involving the mysterious phenomenon called Emrys; and

(4) Oh yeah, Morgana is still trying to kill him.

Thus he embarks on a journey of discovery, diplomacy, accountability, and self-improvement, and maybe even falls in love along the way.

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun

Kalego-sensei is...dead? by IcyPheonix

The Misfits come to school one day to discover that they have, a substitute teacher. They decide that this can only mean one thing; Kalego-sensei, has died.

He hasn't but that's not gonna stop them from pretending he has of course.

SVSSS

The Moon's Beloved Shadow by mofumofu

Shen Qingqiu is a man who hides his twin brother from the world with the ferocity of a phoenix-eyed mother crane.

Shen Yuan is a helpless transmigrator who wishes Airplane-bro had given even a single bit of backstory for this side character he's inhabiting!

Luo Binghe isn't doomed to face the Endless Abyss, but he is forced to confront something infinitely more frustrating: an overly protective brother.

Natsume Yuujinchou

What Colors Do You See In This Monochrome World by mermorgie.

Natori's voice brought him back to the present. "You alright there, Natsume?" The look the exorcist was giving him was warm and a tad concerned. Natsume gave him a small, but earnest smile. "I'm fine, Natori-san. Just a bit nervous." This was the truth. He had no idea why the head of the Matoba Clan invited him this time, but he was sure that the man was up to no good.

Or: Natsume gets invited to an exorcist meeting. He is not too happy about it, but at least the view is great.

Harry Potter

Three's Family by darkbluedark

It’s May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties.

(This would be a lot easier if their captives weren’t convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didn’t spend half their bloody time bickering.)

-

“Just ask them questions only they would know the answer to,” Malfoy suggests.

“There’s not a single thing that I know about either of them from the first war that any old Death Eater couldn’t find out.”

“How is that possible?” Malfoy huffs. “He’s your father!”

“Am I or am I not famously an orphan?” Potter snarls.

Once More Unto The Boggart by darkbluedark

Professor Lupin let out his breath very slowly. “So this is why you think you’ve been struggling to make progress with the Patronus charm? Because a part of you wants to let the dementor close, in a way, in order to hear your parents?”

Harry nodded again, though more guiltily this time. “I want to let the boggart out, just once, and, er, not cast the charm."

Those Who Have Seen by darkbluedark

Only those who have seen death can see thestrals.

It turns out, thestrals look different for those who have seen Death.

[lettersvoid]

Hi there!

Can we get balam x fem!reader fluff?

Reader is a human and is believed to be irumas mother by the school of babylus.

She more relaxed to being a human in the netherworld than iruma is but is quick to throw a punch towards any harm that threatens her son (ex: she grabbed kalego by the scruff and said bad puppy before throwing him out the class).

She gets caught in a harmless plant or something and is just basically chilling upside down.

While she's upside down balam comes over to help her down and she can't help but say something like the line "your eyes really are like sapphires".

Just some sweet and silly fluff please!

Pretty eyes

Balam x fem!Human!Iruma's mom! reader

A/N: Thank you for requesting! Please forgive me if my writing happens to be bad, I am still somewhat of a beginner and I'm still learning ^^ 

(edit: I did not know how to end it I am sorry)

Being a human in the netherworld isn't all that bad for (Y/n), after all, she is an adult and she doesn't have to work to the bone like back in the human world, but there's always someone at the back of her mind that makes her worry, Iruma a human just like her, who's now her son.

Compared to her son Iruma, she's far bold and more fearless, mainly when she thinks her son is being mistreated. After she learns what his parents make him do and how kind he is despite being mistreated, which made her very protective of him to the point that she displays her boldness and lack of fear when confronting Kalego regarding his harsh treatment of Iruma. 

Being known as the daughter of Sullivan with an unknown rank rumors spread around students of Babyls about her ‘hidden powers’ and how Iruma may just as be scary as her.

“HOLY F-” 

That so-called powerful mother is tangled up with a monster plant which was slowly swallowing her.

Any normal demon with magic could have gotten out of it in no time but (Y.N) is a human and she can’t use magic neither does she has tools to get herself out of the plant’s mouth. 

Then once she was losing sight of the light outside a hand grabbed her.

Two big and surprisingly gentle hands.

Then (Y/N) opened her eyes again to be face-to-face with a tall big demon with white hair and a mask. She recognized him as Balam Shichiro, one of the teachers at Babyls, and the one that Iruma was talking about. 

For a minute she stared back at him as he puts her down.

“Your eyes are like sapphires….” He spoke  

“Huh?”  

“Oh sorry, I mean are you okay..?” Balam asks as he avoids eye contact with her as he escorts her back to the Sullivan manor. 

She awkwardly walks with him, scratching her neck “Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you….” 

They’ve arrived at the gate of the mansion, she turns to thank him.

She notices him looking away like he’s holding back something “You’re Professor Balam, right? Iruma has talked about you..! Thank you, for taking care of him”

He still avoids her eye contact. 

“Your eyes…”

“Huh…?”

“Your eyes are pretty” 

His words made her smile a bit. “Thank You, Professor Balam, I think your eyes are pretty as well” 

He seems to smile under his mask, this is the first time they’ve talked to each other despite seeing each other around and he saved her from a monster plant. 

“Professor Balam, do you wanna exchange numbers?” 

[meabh-mcinness]

Cheating (KalegoxGN!reader)

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As a teacher at Babyls, you had to go through and experience many things. Demon-eating plants on the loose, potion labs blowing up, and the many, many events that Babyls put on and almost always had something go wrong before you, the teachers, had to fix it. In the few years you had been there, you thought you had gone through it all, until now.

For the first time ever, you had caught a student cheating.

I…yea. Look I'm not a teacher, yet at least (I'm getting a minor in education and intend to teach both ESL and probably biology (which is my major) and palaeontology (which is my Master's/PhD's) but the amount of AI generated essays I've seen as an undergraduate writing centre tutor and is just grrrrrrr. Anyway have my little rant fic.

"Do you know why I've asked you to stay behind?"

A smile stayed on your face as you stared directly into the eyes of the student before you. As a human, you had long mastered the look of a hard stare while still appearing to be friendly. When the student, a fourth year by the name of Muzuki, had first come up to you after class, they had been cocky, confident. The absolute picture of unwarranted hubris if there ever was one. And so you sat comfortably in your chair, a nice soft leather from some poor Netherworld beast that Kalego had kindly bought for you, quietly waiting for Muzuki to answer your question as you continued staring at them. The longer you stared, the less comfortable they became.  

A shake of the head, purple braids swinging with the force of it. An eyebrow raised as the silence continued. "Really? None at all?" Your own head tilted to the side slightly, a smile still set on your face as you waited. Another more hesitant head shake followed. A disappointed sigh left you, and your body shifted forward so that you could reach a small stack of papers just off to the side and slid into their view. Their eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as they quickly glanced over the top laying paper, before freezing up a little. "Perhaps this gives you a hint?" 

They tried to subtly shake themselves loose and continue to hold up that faked confidence. Lower jaw set stubbornly, but you could see that fear was in their eyes. And that was all you needed to pounce.

“Tell me Muzuki, do you think I’m stupid?” They visibly startled at the question, body jerking slightly in surprise at they looked back you again. You could see their mind racing as they quickly thought up an answer.

“No professor,” they settled on. You hummed in response.

“Then do you think you’re exceptionally deceptive? I’ll admit it’s an admirable trait to have in the Netherworld. To con others into giving you what you want is a way to ensure survival after all. Until of course,” you paused smiling slipping off your face and eyes narrowing at them, “you try to con the wrong person.” You watched as their body froze up; terror evident on their face before they mentally shook themselves and stood taller.

It was evident to you that they couldn’t understand why they feared you so much at that moment. After all, even if you were related to the great Sullivan, you were just some no-ranker. Supposedly not even worthy enough to receive an alef badge much less heranking like the student before you. What a shame that the demon culture never understood that sometimes, a rank meant nothing in the face of what someone could do.

While you hated making a student fear you, you also understood that this message really needed to sink in. You couldn’t let students think you could be taken advantage of, not if you wanted to remain a good teacher. And you also couldn’t let them think they could get away with everything, there were so many beings out there who would do far worse things to them if they had been deceived.

“Con, professor?” they asked, trying to keep a smirk on their face but you could see the slight tremors moving through their body that belied how they really felt.

“Yes Muzuki. Con. In this case, defined as trying to trick someone into believing something that is not true. Such as you writing this essay.” Muzuki started to open their mouth, but you held up your hand to pause them. “Don’t even bother. I’m well aware that you didn’t write this. The tone and style are far too different from your usual works, and at least three of the supposed sources you gave me do not exist. At all. And believe me I looked. I even contacted different clans to see if they had heard of the books because I wanted to believe that you wouldn’t cheat. And yet here we are.” You gestured between the two of you, a look of fear creeping on their face and a disappointed one on yours.

“I didn’t cheat,” they blurted out suddenly. You raised an eyebrow at them.

“Oh?”

“Yeah! Those sources are real books! You couldn’t find them because uhm because they belong to the Naberius clan! Yup, you know Kalego-sensei. He’s super grouchy but he always helps us in the end if we ask. And since this essay was on the particulars of summoning runes, I thought he would be good to ask.” They ended this sentence with a firm nod. You blinked at them. Once, twice, and thrice again as you tried to comprehend what they just said. Were…were they serious?

“You asked…Kalego-sensei?” you parroted back at them. More violent nods were your answer. So, they were being serious. As far as backup claims went, you could see how it could come about. There were just a few obvious issues with what they were saying. For example, “Why didn’t you ask Robin-sensei? The actual familiar teacher?”

“Well…Robin-sensei is new. Like you are professor, and to be honest I feel more comfortable asking Kalego sensei since he used to run the class. It’s a habit to think of him as the familiar teacher rather than Robin-sensei. Plus, I figured with such an amazing familiar as Cerberion combined with his old and high-ranking family line he had to have something worth checking out.” You slowly nodded your head, mostly in disbelief rather than actually agreeing with what they were saying. If you hadn’t known already known that the Naberius family had no such books, you could see it as a liable thing happening.

What a shame that you knew it wasn’t true since Kalego allowed you full access to the Naberius library. When his family wasn’t home of course. No need to have to deal with the drama fallout that would come if his family discovered that Kalego had feelings.

“I see. Yes. Kalego-sensei is rather helpful, isn’t he? Always so ready to lend a hand to those willing to ask for it.” Muzuki nodded more, so fast that their braids practically whipped around in a frenzy. It appeared they were really going to fight you on this. You admired their tenacity and their bravery to involve Kalego of all demons. A grin lit up your face, “In fact, since this is clearly just a misunderstanding why don’t we just call him over here?”

You watched as their face went through a series of emotions. First pride and relief at believing they had in fact tricked you, before confusion set in before finally landing in panic mode as your words sunk in.

They waved their hand about, “Well I mean there’s no need for that is there? It’s just like you said it was simply a misunderstanding. I’m sure Kalego-sensei is really busy right now and I would hate to bother him for something so small.”

“Nonsense! It’s like we agreed earlier, Kalego-sensei is always willing to lend a helping hand, and it wouldn’t be too much to tear him away from whatever work he is currently doing just to confirm this. Between you and me he could use some more breaks and since this is such a simple thing, he can be in and out and still get a few minutes’ rest from it to get back to work with a fresher mind. A win-win all around wouldn’t you say?”

The grin on your face was downright feral and you knew it. Briefly you wondered how far they would take this. After all, Kalego would never tolerate being used in a lie for something so insignificant as this. Honestly, there wasn’t much Kalego would allow someone to lie using him. You liked to think he would lie to keep you out of jail but that was a 50/50 shot depending on what happened to cause you to be arrested in the first place. Perhaps best not to chance it.

It took only a second for you to shoot off a text to Kalego’s phone and lean back in your chair, hands clasping in front of you. A second for the student to realize what exactly had just happened and you watched their eyes. Pure panic was enveloping them. The predator in you purred at causing the feeling and you understood why Kalego acted so spitefully so often. It really was a nice feeling.

It was only a minute of you and Muzuki staring at one another before you heard the clunking steps of Kalego’s boots. Ah, he was not in a happy mood for you to hear him. You suddenly felt pretty bad for Muzuki considering what you were about to unleash on him. The door to your room was slammed open and in walked the demon in question. You could practically see the dark shadows of anger flowing off of him; his lips pulled into a snarl. Muzuki shrunk into themselves at his look but you could only just barely control yourself from rolling your eyes at him. If this were an anime you were almost certain there would be a giant sweat drop on your head at Kalego.

“What,” he snarled at you, teeth on full display. This time you actually did roll your eyes before crooking a finger at him. A universal command to ‘come hither’. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Muzuki stare at you in horror at your blatant lack of fear towards Kalego, along with your audacity to actually command him. To be fair though, Muzuki wasn’t the one courting the growling menace before you, and this allowed you leeway. A lot of leeway.

“Afternoon sunshine!” you greeted him with a bright smile, the answering glare he gave in return being as much of greeting as you were going to get with witnesses about, especially while he was in a mood. Ignoring his sour mood you gestured towards your student who was still staring in terror at you. Likely believing this interaction will result in your death. “Muzuki-san here and I were just having a little discussion here and we just needed you to confirm something for me.”

Kalego raised an eyebrow at you, head tilting the slightest bit in his curiosity, before his eyes narrowed again. “And this required me coming all the way out here? Are you not a teacher? Confirm it yourself rather than wasting my time.” Another roll of your eyes came out. All the way out here was literally down the hall. It was rather convenient having your classroom only a couple hundred feet from the teacher’s room. Especially when it came to annoying your favourite demon.

“Unfortunately, it does require you to be here as it involves you. Muzuki-san here claims that you lent them books to help with their project. Directly from the Naberius library.”

“I did.”

It took every ounce of control for you not to do a double take, but the smile on your face did drop. He did what?

“I’m sorry?”

“I lent them three books from the family library.” He turned his glare over to Muzuki, “Of which I have yet to receive back.” Muzuki quickly caught onto his meaning and immediately started digging around in their bag producing three books. Each one was wrapped in beautiful leather of varying colours with gold designs embellishing them. It took everything not to drop your jaw at the sight. On the one hand you were glad the books were real ones, on the other hand you now had to apologize for saying they made them up.

Watching the books as they turned slightly you suddenly realized something. A smirk grew on your face. “I see, my apologized Muzuki, for assuming that Kalego-sensei didn’t lend you books about summoning runes. This clearly was-”

“Summoning runes?” Kalego interrupted. You turned your head back to look at him, putting on the most innocently confused face you could muster.

“Why yes, that is of course, what the essay I assigned was on. Or rather more precisely the history of evolution and modern applications and interpretations of summoning runes. We had a slight misunderstanding that they cheated on their essay, since the writing was so different from previous ones and the sources they used were ones I couldn’t find. They’ve assured me that they do exist and that they came from your library. That is the books they asked for from you, is it not? Or at least somewhere along those lines?” You watched with hidden glee as Muzuki froze at your words and Kalego’s sharp eyes trained onto them like a hunting dog before its prey.

Gotcha.

“No,” Kalego drawled out slowly and you saw his eyes glinting with understanding, “it is not. These books are on potions, which has little to do with runes.” Which you knew, because you had read those specific ones before.

“Oh really,” you said, locking your own eyes onto the now terrified student. “What a surprise. Are there any other books they borrowed from you?”

“No.”

You hummed in understanding, slowly getting up to walk around your desk and lean against it with your arms crossed in front of your chest. “Muzuki, I think it would be best if you told the truth now. Don’t you?”

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“An auto pen!” you shrieked as soon as the door shut. Muzuki had spilled everything before being reprimanded by the both you and assigned detentions for the next two weeks. They also had an automatic zero on the paper and considering it was worth 15% of their grade, well things weren’t looking too good in your class for them right now. “A pen that automatically writes essays for them! That does everything for them! If I hadn’t noticed the writing style and checked the sources who knows how many assignments they would have gotten away with! How many others are currently doing it? Delkira above I’m going to have to carefully go over each and every thing they’ve all handed in to me again. Just to make sure others didn’t do it!” You were a snarling mess, teeth bared in anger as you paced back in forth in front of your desk, Kalego sitting calmly on one of the student’s tables as you essentially lost your marbles over this.

“I mean seriously! Why did they think it was ok! It’s not like I asked for much! Three weeks to write 1500 words and they decided to have a stupid pen do it for them! I have so many students out there pouring their heart and soul into these papers, weeks of their time down the drain so that they can get what they feel is the perfect paper. Then people like Muzuki think its ok to wait till the last minute and just have something else do it for them! It makes me want to scream!” In fact you did scream, a small aggravated yell tore from your throat at the end of the sentence, hands thrown in the air.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? I thought you of all people would be spitting fire over…this.” You turned to face him properly as you once again passed right in front of the demon and faltered in what you were saying at the look on his face. To an outsider he would have been completely unrecognizable. His dark eyes were soft as they stared at you and his lips were turned up in a small smile. You felt your heart clench at the look and everything in you melted. Pale fingers reached out the short distance and hooked under your belt, pulling you closer to him so that you were so close you might as well be sharing breath.

His other hand lifted up and caressed the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “I love seeing you like this.” Was all he said as you leaned into the touch.

You couldn’t help the small snort of laughter at the sentence. “What? Angrier than a hydra whose nest had been messed with?”

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes in exasperation at you, “No you fool, caring about your students. You treat them like your own younglings most times but never let it stop you from doing what needs to be done. You’re so angry because you care about them and want them to succeed. If Muzuki had actually written that essay, you would probably be throwing around praises like no tomorrow. And I’ll be everything that when you see them next, you’re probably going to have them write an extra credit essay to retain some of that grade. Even if I do think you should let them sink.”

A flush rose to your skin at the feeling of being called out. “That’s because they’re good kids! They’re just a little…misguided in thinking at times. And I wouldn’t do it the next time I saw them! Just maybe… in a week or two…if it seems like they learned their lesson of course.”

“Of course,” He hummed at you, before smirking slyly. “Although that would mean I lose the bet.” He his hand suddenly slid from your cheek to the back of your neck and pulled you forward. Just a hairs breath away from your mouth was his own. “Which means I owe you everything.”

With that he connected your lips and you couldn’t help the sigh that left you. Your arms lifted up and wrapped around his neck, hands lightly playing with the short hairs that ended right above his capelet’s collar. The both of you pulled away after a few seconds and rested your foreheads together. It was rare that Kalego showed such levels of intimacy outside of the walls of your shared home, and you couldn’t help but soak in every second of it.

“I think your everything is a rather acceptable payment.” You grinned at him before going back and giving him another kiss. A rather acceptable payment indeed. 

[jlandersen01]

My theory of "Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun" is that they're gonna pull a "Fire Emblem Fates" on us.

I've read that Iruma is a reincarnation of Derkila in some way. That I can see.

But you may ask - what about Ali in the ring?

Well - In "Fire Emblem Fates: Revelations" it was revealed that the main character, Corrin, was the child of the main villain but with a twist. The twist was that half of the villain's soul was "Reborn" into Corrin, who was the "good" half, while the evil half of the soul stayed as the dragon and final boss in the game.

This could be a similar situation for Iruma.

Half of Derkila's soul was in the ring, and the other half was reborn as Iruma. Iruma, who is extremely gentle and a pushover in high levels, is the good half of the soul and since he was raised with humans he shows more empathy and compassion versus a demon in the Netherworld, who's own desires trumps everthing else. Alikred would be the "demonic" half of Derkila, who as a demon shows more greed and desire than a human.

The prophecy of the next Demon King stated that "He shall make one and all of his servants". Iruma has shown compassion and friendship to Azz and Clara, making them his first "servants", but he doesn't see it that way. His kindness also spreads where he befriends the Misfits Class and sees them as family, it got to the point where Lied considers him a brother and Jazz and Allocer got revenge during the Harvest Festival to make sure Iruma and Lied got the base back. He also befriended Ameri and tried to still show compassion to Kirio (despite him being CRAZY AF). Iruma has also showed empathy and helped the Guardian of Cutthroat Valley's chick, which gained the respect of the Guardian, causing both beasts to bow to him.

"He shall form blood pacts." It's argued that blood is used to gain his familiar, who is Professor Kalego, but if you think about it ALL the students use their blood to get their familiar. The better example is that Iruma's drop of blood healed the chick from the Flying Race, which resulted the beast to trust and respect Iruma. This in turn has the Guardian of Cutthroat Valley respect Iruma as well.

This argument is also valid for "And heal all of demonkind".

"He shall descend from a foreign realm". Iruma is from the human world - enough said.

"And wear the golden ring of Solomon on his right hand". Iruma gets the ring from the Ranking Owl after the Flying Race, however it's called the "Ring of Gluttony". Since Sullivan knew about the ring and how it worked, he may have been the one who helped with the idea of the ring to begin with and gave it a different name so that other demons wouldn't travel about trying to search for it and take the throne.

Finally what seals my theory, and many other theories I've seen people made: Sullivan.

Sullivan was Derkila's right hand demon for thr most part. There was a reason Sullivan "picked" Iruma to be his grandson. He was probably watching over the human realm for centuries, watching every person being born until he finally found Iruma who had the same qualities he recognized from Derkila. Sullivan probably did a little demon manipulation on Iruma's parents, which probably turned out didn't really need much prodding since the parents are complete ASSES, for them to sell him Iruma. Sullivan even before the new term/Harvest Festival saw Derkila in Iruma when he was having that flashback.

As Iruma continued to live in the Netherworld, he learned of his own "demonic" desires - his selfish wants. Iruma WANTS to have his friends and family he had made. He WANTS a better world where they can all be toelgether and happy.

THAT is where his humanity combined with Ali's demonics is what is going to show how he would be the Demon King as he would look out for everyone and won't let ANYTHING stand in his way of that goal/dream.

Also... first episode... if Iruma couldn't do magic without the ring supposedly... how did he cast that spell during the Opening Ceremony...? Sullivan's spell of helping Iruma read/write/speak/hear demon language wouldn't help him in that aspect of casting a spell... This would show that somewhere deep in his soul he has mana as what the main villains have said that Iruma "posses the same mana as Derkila"

I just feel it's gonna be a "Fire Emblem: Fates" twist, which I am NOT against.

[hauntinggiggles]

Hi drabble event. Please ler kalego lee opera. Please put opera in their place. Ok thanks man. Hi

Hi. Thank you for request. Hope you like man. Hi.

Ler Kalego, Lee Opera, 929 words

“You know, you really should just stay the night, Professor Kalego.”  Opera approached the dark haired man as they spoke, clearly about to drag him deeper into the mansion.  

“Absolutely not! If we’re done here, then I’d like to return back to my own home, thank you very much!  Kalego spoke quickly, trying to dodge the other demon's attempts to grab him and make his way to the door to escape.  He had gotten just a few inches away from it when Opera managed to grab one of his arms, dragging him back away from the exit.

“It’s quite dark out now though, it’d be best for you to stay here.  It can be dangerous to fly at night, Professor, you never know what kinds of demons and beasts may be lurking out there.”  If anyone else was hearing them, they may actually assume Opera had good intentions, however Kalego knew better, having dealt with them through his time at Babylus. 

“Let me go!  Any demons out there are far less dangerous than the ones in here!” No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t seem to break the hold they had on him.  He felt his stomach sink at the thought of being dragged to some room and having to deal with Opera’s company all night, the memories of their school days rushing back to him. Making their way through the living room, he could see that they were heading towards a hallway, where there was a room marked “Opera” on the door.  As a last resort out of panic, he used his free hand to squeeze their hip, hoping it would catch them off guard enough to release his arm.  What he didn’t expect, however, was for the red haired demon to jump up at the touch, ears and tail perking up as they froze right after, yet still keeping the grip they had on Kalego’s arm.

“Oh? And what was that?”  Kalego felt a smugness come over him, being able to recognize the reaction almost immediately.  Opera had used his own sensitivities against him many times, yet he never found himself able to return the favor, the other demon always on too high of a guard.  A smirk formed on his face, the idea of finally getting revenge for all those previous times filling him with a new sense of power.

“Nothing you need to worry about, and I would suggest not doing that again, if you know what’s best for you.”  Anyone else may have believed them, or heeded the warning they gave, the way they spoke showing no signs of having just jolted the way they did, but Kalego had already formed a plan of escape with this newfound information in mind.

“And I suggest you let me go.”  He quickly moved his hand again, keeping it at Opera’s hip as he gently scraped his nails across the area, trying to get their grip to loosen.  He could feel them begin to slightly shake under his touch, trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to spill from their lips while not lessening their hold on him.

“Thihis won’t end wehell for you.”  Though they tried to remain composed, a few giggles slipped into their words, the way their tail went back and forth and their ears slightly twitched showing that he was getting to them.

“Hmph, with all the times you tortured me with this while at Babylus, I can’t believe you’d be so susceptible to it yourself.  Think of this as a taste of your own medicine, I suppose.”  Kalego couldn’t help but feel his ego grow a bit, ignoring the threats being thrown his way, as he kept his nails on the other demon, now moving higher to just under their ribs, trying to find the spot that would finally make them drop his arm.  Usually, he would be much more wary of trying to fight back against Opera, but something about the way they reacted just gave him the motivation to keep going.  The new spot seemed to be doing the trick, the red haired demon now slightly hunched forward, small snickers escaping them as they fought to try and hold them back.

“Ihit’s not my fahault yohou made it soho easy.”  Even like this, Opera couldn’t let Kalego think he was winning too much.  The comment only seemed to drive him further, however, now wanting to see if he could get the usually well put together demon to fully crack.

“Tch, you never know when to shut up, do you?”  His hand travelled slightly back while moving higher, now slightly scratching at the back of their ribs.  This really seemed to get to them, their body jolting once more, a small noise that almost sounded like a squeak coming from them, and the grip on his arm finally releasing before they moved away, quickly flipping to face their back away from him.  Kalego chucked a bit at finally getting his arm back, but his smirk quickly fell upon seeing Opera’s glare fall on him.

“You.”  Kalego jumped hearing them speak again, already having fully recovered from his ‘attack’.  He found himself quickly backing away, remembering his original goal of making it out the door, and realizing that if he stayed, payback would be imminent.  Not bothering to respond, he dashed to the exit, but didn’t make it nearly as far as before, Opera quickly grabbing both his arms this time to drag him to the room.  Kalego was reminded soon after why he shouldn’t try to mess with Opera.

[fangoffenrir]

"Imagine if the King of Time was forced into a smaller, marketable form when summoned, like Professor Kalego in Demon School! Iruma-kun."

[ask-naberius-kalego]

Hello, Professor Kalego! :D

Do you have favorite student? (Even if it’s just one that you tolerate the most)

Of course not. They're a bunch of irritating brats. However, Iruma, in particular, excels at being the most annoying while making the most progress. I suppose my "favorite" would be him, if that's the descriptor you want to use.

[3nderart]

nah i'd win

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Cuddles are for everyone

It was no secret that Balam-San liked to cuddle. He was a touch starved demon. Not many individuals liked such touchy-feely situations unless they had a significant other. It was a good thing the gargoyle had two humans who absolutely loved snuggles!

Between the two of you, he felt spoiled by the amount of attention you loved receiving and apparently giving. You swore if you hadn't already signed your soul away to Sullivan, you would have given it to him for a lifetime supply of cuddles. No, you weren't kidding!

The only issue with all the endless affection between all 3 of you was mainly time and place. But you had dealt with that by saying. "If I want to snuggle into Balam-Sans chest while he is going about his lectures, then that's his and my business!"

Suffice to say you were a cuddle monster. If you weren't cozied up with Sullivan while he worked, or hugging iruma or being slung over Opera's shoulder affectionately as they could muster while still being a servant, you went to the large demon. For his part, he had never once turned you down.

He welcomed you with open arms or vines if he was too busy holding something important. But that was fine. Balam-San always made the perfect nests for you to hide away in.

On one particularly bad day where you had gotten into a fight with Raim-san about how she was sexualizing your relationship to the strong demon, you were so close to slapping her but didn't give her the satisfaction. You found yourself marching down the hallway in the opposite direction of where you wanted.

Instead, you ended up bumping into Murmur-San and ranting about how people can just cuddle for the sake of cuddling and nothing else. The tiny demon looked like she was trying desperately not to laugh but nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure she's just jealous. I doubt anyone wants to uh cuddle just for the sake of cuddles with her." This made you pause. Was that true? Yes, Raim was beautiful, and many desired her body, at least, but... that was concerning. After thanking Murmur-san, you sprinted back the way you came.

Upon spotting the succubus, you proceeded to scoop her up and carry her to your destination. "Oh my! Someone's egar." She teased, but you ignored the flirting to kick open Balam-Sans door. The demon glaced at you in confusion, still holding a piece of chalk to the blackboard.

Marching up to him, you shoved Raim-san into his arms as you rummaged around his desk to pull out your emergency snacks and comfy sweaters. "How bold I didn't know you wanted a three way♡" Both you and Balam blinked, slowly processing her words.

"Yeah, no, sorry, Raim." You shoved a fluffy sweater over her head before pulling on your own. "I'm just gonna hold you captive while falling asleep against Balam-Sans heartbeat." Handing her your snacks as she stared at you in confusion.

The gargoyle for his part has already continued writing on the board after now understanding why you both were here. Throwing yourself on top of the two demons you and Raim both giggled as you curled up side by side in the scary professors' arms.

You let out a content sigh. "This is nice," you heard Raim whisper. "The best." You hummed back. "How long are we staying here?" She asked, and you let out a huff. "Kalego-San says I can't stay like this all day, the jerk. So, at least until this class is over."

"Kalego-San is in charge of your cuddle time?" The laughter she was so desperately trying to hide slipped out. "If he wasn't, I doubt me or Balam-San would be out of reach of each other for longer than 10 minutes." You deadpanned making your displeasure known.

Said Demons hand gave a soft pat to your hair, and you let out another pleased sound. Shifting till you were comfortably laying down. Stretching lazily as your eyes closed. So comfy. You felt Raim-sans arms latch around your waist as she buried her head into your shoulder.

So you two both just relaxed lazily staying in Balam-Sans secure grip as his voice faded in and out of your subconscious. When the bell rang, he set the two of you down on the ground, and you waved goodbye to him. Raim was still wearing your sweater, which you were trying to steal back from her.

"Give it back!" "I don't think so. It's mine now. Thanks hun♡" She blew you a kiss as she skipped off. You blinked before charging after her. "I swear to devi Raim if you don't give me back my sweater I'm gonna pull it off you by force!"

"Kinky♡ is that a promise?" She asked with a wink. "Oh, you are sooo not invited to any more cuddle piles." She dodged as you lunged and disappeared around the corner. Never a quiet day in the halls of babyls.

[echantedtoon]

FANDOM ONESHOTS MASTERLIST

Different oneshots for lots of random fandoms really. Some are reader x characters and some are just for couples I really enjoy. Will be separated by franchises such as movies/shows, games, books, etc.

ANIME

Heart No Kuno No Alice Alice Liddell x Boris Airay

Hunter x Hunter Illumi Zoldyck x Reader

The Cat Returns Baron Humbert Von Gikkinggen x Haru

Welcome To Demon School Iruma Kun Nebarius Kalego x Reader

Lupin The 3rd Goemon Ishikawa The 13th x Reader

Spy x Family Type F x Reader

Bleach Hirako Shinji x Reader

Record Of Ragnarok Anubis x Reader

Sherlock Hound Marie Hudson x Professor Moriarty

DISNEY

Gargoyles Brooklyn x Maggie Ried

The Great Mouse Detective Ratigan x Reader

Sofia The First Cedric x Reader

GAMES

Garten Of BanBan BanBan x Reader

Poppy Playtime Dogday x Reader

That's Not My Neighbor Francis Mosses x Reader

Legend Of Zelda Sidon x Reader

Twisted Wonderland Skully J Graves x Reader

No Straight Roads Neon J x Reader

MOVIES/SHOWS

Barbie Fairytopia Hue x Elina

The Last Unicorn Amalthea x Schmendrick

Transformers Animated Sari Sumdac x Bumblebee

Labyrinth Jareth x Sarah Williams

Beetlejuice x Lydia Deetz

Casper The Friendly Ghost Casper McFadden x Kathleen Harvey

The Wizard Of Oz Scarecrow x Dorothy Gale

X Men Nightcrawler x Reader

A Monster In Paris Francoquer x Lucille

Electric Dreams 1984 Edgar x Madeline Robistat

Jungledryet Hugo/Amazon Jack Hugo/Jack x Rita

ONLINE SERIES

Welcome Home Wally Darling x GN Reader

Satellite City Yeshua x Reader

[snippychicke]

For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Fifteen)

Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: M for Mature. We've begun the 18+ content

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child. 

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

Masterlist | Ao3| Mairimashitai! Simps Discord

The next morning you were lost in your thoughts as you walked towards Furcus's prep-room that she shared with Dali, arms laden with the books that you had convinced Sullivan --Dad-- to find (which he hadn't even hesitated over, wrapping you up in a hug as he promised to do his best). The next you were literally swept from your feet and being cradled gently but firmly to a familiar chest, shoulder-length white hair tickling your nose.

"Shichiro!" You laughed as you clutched to him, careless of the books that had been unceremoniously dumped on the ground.

"Good morning," Shichiro mumbled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Good morning," You agreed, your whole body feeling warm and your heart light. "How are you this morning?" You asked, raking your fingers through his hair, careless of the looks you were garnering from the students in the hall.

"Good, you?" He asked, pulling away enough to look you meaningfully in the eye. 

And really, compared to how you had been, you could answer him honestly. "Better. Much better." You showed him the vines that were no longer barbed or black, though still looked a darker shade of green then they had been. His expression brightened, and you were sure there was a wide smile behind his mask. You gave into impulse and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, and felt as well as heard his sharp intake of air. The cold metal of his mask contrasted with the warmth of his breath as he pressed his face against your neck.

You cursed the mask's existence, part of you yearning to feel his lips ghosting across your skin instead of his breath. 

"Really, Shichiro?" Kalego sighed as he added your name with the same hint of annoyance. "It's far too early in the morning for such public displays." 

"You're just jealous," You teased, clinging to Shichiro as you looked down at the dark-haired professor. You were sure your cheeks were as flushed as Shichiro's, though that hardly stopped you from grinning impishly.

"Disturbed is more-so the correct term," Kalego shot back, clearly unamused with his eyes narrowed. "You're both making a scene in front of the students."

There was a rebellious part of you that wanted to make more of a scene; but that would mean removing Shichiro's mask, and you weren't sure he would be happy with you doing that in public. Even if it was to show how much his scar didn't bother you in the least bit as you covered it in kisses. 

"Oh, right." Shichiro mumbled, sounding rather embarrassed as he carefully set you down before picking up the books you dropped. "Sorry."

"Don't be," You answered honestly as you accepted the books back, though you weren't sure if his apology was toward you or Kalego. Either way, you gave him a smile as you brushed his hands with yours. "You just made my day a hundred percent better."

He smiled behind his mask, cheeks a deep pink as his fingers brushed yours as he allowed you to take the weight of the books. "I'll see you at lunch then?"

You nodded your head, silently hoping that this time around, things would be less… emotional and allow you to actually enjoy the fact he was as interested in you as you were in him.

"I don't want to know," Kalego once more interrupted your daydreams. Your face felt as warm as Shichiro's dark-red cheeks looked, and the relatively-smaller demon tugged at his friend. "Come along, Shichiro. I don't trust you two alone at this point."

--+--

It was no secret that the entirety of Babyls faculty and students knew about you and Shichiro courting. Looks and conspiratorial giggles followed you through the halls, and you found even more students attempting to watch you nonchalantly yet failing utterly.

Though after the revelation of Iruma's classmate Purson, you wondered how many more were watching without you noticing.

But really, you couldn't care less at the moment. Your heart as well as your mind was happily drifting on cloud-nine as you went through the day, eagerly awaiting the noon hour.

"Ma'am?"

You looked up to see the half-dozen students that formed the small Library Battler; headed by Furcus and her love of knowledge, they had been a large part of helping organize the library.

Furcus had teased you were also stealing her students' affections from her. (Well, you had assumed it was one of her dry teasings.)

Yet today, instead of vibrating from excitement about some new rare book their teacher had shared with them - or fuming with righteous anger of another student disrespecting a text - the six young demons looked unsure; most of them stood behind Mneme, the fifth-year student leader of the batra.

"Who did what?" You asked with a sigh. After all, they would only pull their noses from a book if it was something important.

"We heard you've... accepted Professor Balam's offer to court." Mneme continued, clutching her book tightly. "While we are not skilled fighters like many of our peers, we wish to offer our assistance."

You blinked owlishly at them, sure you misheard or misunderstood. "Assistance...?"

"Professor Balam, while one of the more powerful of demons, and skilled with the knowledge regarding biology of both flora and fauna of the Netherworld," Alim offered as he peeked around Mneme. "He also has... questionable hobbies."

You groaned, "Devi, not that stupid rumor again. Professor Balam does not experiment and torture students. Yes, he can be a bit handsy and enthusiastic at times..." Which weren't exactly negatives in your book by any means.

"We're aware of that, Ma'am," Ji-Su interrupted as you trailed off, your mind trying vainly to clamber into a daydream of being wrapped up in Schichiro's arms, him mindlessly stroking your hair as you nestled in his lap, safe and happy. But this time, instead of platonic, you could be sure of his feelings for you. "But we mean his other hobbies."

Other...hobbies? "Huh?" You asked, mind turning to try to figure out what they were talking about that would warrant such a sneer in their voice.

"Well, the picture books," Ismene admitted with a whisper. "What kind of self-respecting demon - let alone a professor of Babyls - likes picture books?"

"His picture books? That's what's got you all up in arms?" A soft snicker escaped first, before you started laughing whole-heartedly, or maybe it was hysterically. Devi, they had issues because of that?!

"He is a teacher!" Mneme protested. "Ma'am, as powerful and intelligent as he may be, you have to admit it's disconcerting."

"I wouldn't say disconcerting," You defended with humor still coloring your tone. "I actually find it quite adorable."

"We are scholars," Wasi spoke. "Such things are beneath us! Professor Balam is one of the leading scholars when it comes to biology."

"And imaginary creatures!" You protested, for some reason feeling like you had to remind them that he was knowledgeable about both.

"Well, yes, but again that's hardly something a demon with his status should be focusing on!" Memne scoffed. "Theories that can never be proven, and books that dumb down knowledge are beneath him! Beneath Babyls!"

Ah. Now you could kinda see where they were coming from. Not that you agreed - and definitely didn't want to argue about how imaginary wasn't quite as fictional as they thought. 

Instead, you switched back to the topic of Shichiro's picture books. "But I believe it's a testament to his knowledge of subjects to be able to explain it in such simple terms. If we didn't have picture books, how hard would it be to capture the interest of small children? Also, while imaginary creatures are impossible to prove, I think it's a great mental exercise. And plus, have you ever seen his drawings? They are so cute!"

The group of young demons looked at each other, doubt and suspicion on their faces. "Perhaps she is just as mentally unstable as the professor after all," Wasi murmured non-to-quietly. 

"Hey! There is nothing wrong with enjoying picture books, let alone creating them!" You defended, your humor slowly melting away. "Creating cute pictures to entertain along with funny little stories to help explain the intricacies of complicated subjects in a way others can understand is an amazing talent. It's part of the reason that I fell in love with Shichiro! Those books helped Iruma --and myself-- so much on subjects we were struggling with!"

You realized you might have said a little too much in your passionate speech, judging by the looks the Literature Battler - as well as the other students - were giving you. How were you going to salvage this?

"Both me and Iruma... didn't have the greatest resources growing up," You explained awkwardly after a long pause. "Especially before the Chairdemon found us. So, to be honest, our knowledge of some fundamentals were... spotty at best. Professor Balam's books helped a lot to fill in the gaps, bringing both joy as well as understanding."

Silence still reigned over the library, making your pulse seem even more deafening in your ears. That dark whisper started to crawl back from the dark recess of your mind, pointing out how much you had screwed up. 

"Ma'am, did you just say you loved Professor Balam?"

Mneme's question made that whisper shut up despite the flush of your cheeks. You had said that… but it was nothing you were ashamed of, persay. You crossed your arms and jutted out your chin defiantly. "And what if I did...?"

The students looked at each other with silent nods confirming whatever they were thinking "We concede," Mneme spoke, giving a slight nod as she turned back to you. "You have always been an unorthodox teacher..."

"I'm a librarian, not a teacher."

"And as the librarian - with a love of knowledge that rivals Professor Furcus - we must admit we obviously have more to learn from you." Mneme replied. "Nor did we mean to insult your beloved."

You opened your mouth a few times to argue - or at least say something - but words escaped you until the bell screamed. "Just, uh, be more willing to think outside the box-- and apologize to Professor Balam, not me!"

The students made varying noises of agreement as they left. You wondered if admitting that you loved Shichiro was too soon, but you couldn't deny your feelings. You had been enamored by the giant demon for quite a while, and you had still had difficulty understanding why no one else had taken to him before your arrival to the Netherworld.

And he cared for you. So you were going to cling to your feelings, digging your heels in as well as your metaphorical claws. 

--+--

Shichiro was waiting for you in his prep room as the lunch bell rang, a small buffet set out on the coffee table, the smell causing your stomach to growl. 

"Hungry?" Shichiro laughed lightly at the soft noise, making you blush as you entered, touching your stomach as if to make it behave. 

"Maybe," You answered with an embarrassed chuckle, taking a seat as he closed the door. "I don't quite have Iruma's appetite, but it has been a while since breakfast." 

He sat next to you, his large body pressed against yours and his arm wrapping around your waist. As soon as you had a plate full of the offerings, you found yourself curling into his side.

It reminded you of the evening after Walter Park, the first time you saw his face without his mask. Learned how strong and powerful he was. 

Woke up to that soft smile of his. 

"I'm so relieved to see you smiling again," Shichiro admitted, casually stroking your side. It didn't tickle, but caused goosebumps to race across your body. 

"I'm sorry," You apologized, and held up a finger when he tried to argue. "Let me explain. I was talking with Iruma last night, and kind of… had a revelation. And making you guys worry while trying to pretend I was fine wasn't… the best thing to do." 

He hummed thoughtfully. "I still don't believe you need to apologize. When demons have their evil cycles, they're not held responsible. Strong emotions are impossible to control. But if there is a way for us to help you next time, I would love to learn about it." 

"Hopefully there won't be," You sighed. "I mean, I still worry that I'll mess things up, but…" A lot of it had been because you were so full of love for this giant demon, and so sure that he couldn't - or wouldn't - return your feelings.

His hot breath was suddenly ghosting across your skin as he leaned over to press a kiss on your cheek, his mask settling on the table. "I'll be here to protect you, I promise. You and Iruma. " 

Your pulse quickened, both from his words and his gentle kisses. You quickly abandoned your plate and shifted to meet his lips with your own, a new appetite growing in the pit of your stomach. Especially as Shichiro groaned lowly against your mouth as you teased his lips with your tongue, running it along his large exposed teeth before brushing his own larger tongue. A soft, almost cautious touch to assure you weren't overstepping. 

He was far less gentle as his tongue chased after yours, quickly invading your mouth as his body shifted against you. His large hands helped move you to lay back on the couch, allowing him to hover over you, one arm bracing his weight from crushing against you. 

You liked this. You really liked this. It lit a fire in your chest and loins, chasing away any self-doubt. Studying his thick hard muscles with your hands, enjoying his odd mix of rough and tender affections. His kisses were hard and desperate, as if he had been starving, yearning to taste and explore every bit of you. 

Yet his hand was soft and careful as he squeezed your breast through your shirt or studied the curve of your waist and hips. As if you were made of glass and he was afraid to break you. 

But devi, you wanted to be broken. To be laid bare and utterly fucked by him. You tried to convey that as you mimicked his kisses with your own desperation, shifting your legs open so your hips could meet his. 

He groaned as he rolled his hips against you, the prominent bulge pressing against the junction of your thighs. You didn't know which affected you more, but decided it really didn't matter. 

You just needed more. More of the noises, more of him pressing against you. More of everything that made Shichiro Shichiro. 

"Please," You whispered between kisses, breathless and needy. "Please, Shichiro. I-I need you." 

The noise he made against the sensitive flesh of your neck was a cross between a growl and a groan. His hand grasped your hip, fingers digging into your flesh as he rutted against you. "You have no idea how long I wanted you to say those words. How long I've wanted you like this. My precious sweet human." 

It probably wasn't the healthiest way to bolster your self esteem, but there was no denying how it made you feel. To feel and hear how much he wanted you, that he found you desirable in the most basic of senses made your heart soar and also stirred your own arousal even more. Your fingers pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin. To be able to run your fingers along his abs and chest. To see if there was any difference between him and a human. Did he have hair? Feathers? Scales? 

Either way, you wanted to touch him. Discover more about the demon you loved. 

Something heavy wrapped around your wrist, making you freeze. Four sets of claws pricked your skin. And Nigyul's chirp was unmistakable in the sudden silence.

"Shichiro? Why is Nigyul holding onto my arm?" You asked after a moment, feeling the wooden dragon settle deeper, nuzzling your hand with his damp snout. 

The demon sighed as he sagged against you almost… embarrassed? "Well, you know how he feeds off my mana?" 

"Yeah?" You answered, still perplexed. What did that have to do with the dragon cuddling your hand right now? 

"Well, mana is affected by emotions and those emotions can also affect beings that feed off it." 

You hazy thoughts struggled to piece the information together and compare it to the situation. "Are you saying he's being cuddly because of your feelings for me?" 

"Well, roughly. More like he, uh, may see you as my mate?"

He pulled back enough to meet your eyes, the deep pink of his face contrasted by both his pale skin and deep black eyes. "... is he trying to mate with my hand then?" You asked, deciding not to touch the term 'mate' quite yet (especially given your current position.) You focused on Nigyul clutching to you, completely still and definitely not pressing any 'bits' against you, unlike Shichiro himself. 

Shichiro chuckled awkwardly, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "No. He just wants to be close to you… rather like myself."

Your worry faded as you touched his face with your free hand. "I like being close to you too." 

The smile that crossed his lips made your heart skip a beat. So wide and happy. You pulled him closer, your kisses soft and tender despite the way your blood was virtually boiling with lust. 

"Okay. Nigyul," You muttered after a long moment of tender kisses that were doing nothing to help your situation. "I love you but I would really like my hand back." Your arm was trying to fall asleep between the dragon clinging to it and the awkward way you had it wrapped around Shichiro's large shoulders. 

Nigyul protested with another chirp as you tried to dislodge him and only held on tighter. 

Shichiro carefully shifted, pulling away from you and sitting up. He scruffed Nigyul like one would a kitten, though grabbing his vines instead of fur. Like a kitten, the small dragon seemed to freeze and go limp, letting out a rather pitiful cry as Shichiro lifted him off your arm. 

"I know you want to be close to her," He chided softly while you begrudgingly sat up as well, shifting so you were still pressed next to Shichiro as he coddled the dragon. "But you can't cling to her like that." 

The dragon huffed but sunk into the scritches Shichiro offered in compensation. The dragon started to trill, especially as your fingers joined in on the pets. As frustrated as you were, you had to admit logically it was a good thing that the kitten-sized dragon had disrupted the moment. The clock on the wall showed the lunch hour was nearly over, and having time to unwind before returning to the library was probably a good thing. 

However, whereas your arousal was overall easy to hide, Shichiro's definitely was not. From him rutting against you, you had a good idea of his size - but seeing the actual tenting his member caused in his pants made you realize he was far bigger than your earlier assumptions.

"So… is that something in your pocket, or…"

Shichiro flushed as he shifted in his seat, as if that would hide any. "I am so sorry," He mumbled, and you grinned as you saw the tips of his ears turn bright red.

"It's nothing to apologize about." Not when you were trying your hardest to keep your mind from wading deeper into the gutter. "Though, I suppose it's going to make teaching, uh, hard."

There was another groan as he covered his face, making you laugh lightly despite his apparent discomfort.  It was just so odd to you, considering any man on earth would likely be boasting if they had anything comparable, and likely try to swindle you into helping. 

But not your sweet demon. "I can, uh, handle it," He admitted after a moment. "Before leaving. You…should probably get back to work."

Annnd your mind freed itself of its tether and jumped straight into the deepest part of the filth, happily supplying you with images of him dealing with it; legs spread wide on the couch, head tilted back as he panted for breath, hand wrapped around himself as he quickly worked...

Would… would he think of you? Call your name as…

"I can help," You blurted out, before freezing as he met your gaze. His face was a bright red, eyes wider and darker than before. You could hear him swallow thickly as his breath caught, as if struggling to process your words - or maybe struggling to accept them.

You gathered up your courage, keeping your eyes focused on him as your hand drifted downwards - trailing along his chest. You wanted to be sure you weren't crossing any boundaries; but there was no signs of that in his expression, just eyes hazed with lust as you felt him switch from being unable to breath to short shallow gasps.

Even feeling him through his pants, you could hardly believe the girth pressing against your palm. There was a kind of primal delight watching his expression shift as you rubbed your hand against him through the fabric, his eyes fluttering close and his lips parting slightly.

It gave you the courage to shift slightly, giving your hand more room to work as you asked in your best sultry voice. "Can I help you, Shichiro?"

"Please," He whined quietly, making your stomach knot even more. How in heaven and hell were you supposed to deny that? Not that you had any intention to, but fuck.

It gave you the courage to find and loosen the fastenings hidden in the folds of his pants, partially aware of Nigyul deciding he had best leave you two alone. Vines gently pulled the dragon back up into the ceiling, and truthfully, your mind was so focused on other things you didn't notice where he went after that. 

His cock met your hand, making Shichiro groan as your fingers traced along the hard shaft as you guided it free. You wanted so, so badly to take your time; both to study his member since you could feel hardened skin - reminding you of the different texture of his forearms - but also just to draw out his pleasure. There was a certain delight in watching him struggle with control as you stroked his cock with a careful touch; his eyes screwed shut, fingers digging into the couch, breath coming in harsh gasps...

The power was intoxicating as you leaned closer to him, lips marking his neck as your hand pumped along his cock.

"Is that good?"

His head nodded quickly as he swallowed thickly, a whine escaping his throat as you tightened your grip. You hummed in approval, "Good, got to make this fast though. What do you need?"

"You," He gasped out your name, "Just need you. Just like this. Please."

You smiled against his neck, peppering little kisses. You. How could that little thing make your heart race even more when you were already in this kind of position?

"Think of me then," You whispered, some part of you mortified by what you were thinking - saying. But hell, you were so far gone you didn't care. "Because I certainly am. I can just imagine what you'd feel like stretching me out, your hard cock buried deep inside me." His hip gave a harsh, barely-contained thrust as his breath became ragged, making you grin. "You're so big, Shichiro, I'm going to be so tight around you, but I want every inch of you inside me. Just the thought of you railing into me has got me all wet."

You could feel the pre-cum leaking over your fingers, making your movements easier, and allowing you to go faster over the rougher skin. Just the way he was trembling and gasping and you knew he was close, his hips rolling to every movement.

Devi, how much would he release when he came? The thought made you clench both your hand as well as your core. More than enough to probably stain his pants, but there wasn't exactly anything else to catch…

Well.

You licked your lips. He was big, but you could probably fit at least his head if not more - and it might set him over the edge.

He cried your name as you pulled away, sounding desperate as he grabbed your arm. You gave him a reassuring smile as you moved from awkwardly straddling his lap to kneeling between his legs. His eyes widened as his breath caught once more, realizing what exactly you were up to.

You were fairly sure it was the first time you heard him swear as your lips wrapped around him. You were also sure you heard the couch cushion rip again as he thrusted up into your mouth. Devi - he was huge, barely able to fit just his head in your mouth without gagging; so you continued using your hands as you sucked and swirled your tongue against his member, bobbing your head every so often to see if you could go just a little bit deeper.

He was soon chanting your name with a pleading tone, making you push even harder - forced to take him deeper as you sucked. The hand that had grabbed your arms was soon buried in your hair; though you could feel him still struggling with himself as he'd grip, release, and grip again - afraid to hurt you.

Hanging on to that edge when you just wanted to make him let go.

You grabbed his hand and encouraged him to grip tight, pulling your hair. A moan echoed from your throat as his hand soon tangled in your hair and pulled you closer - and that was all the more it took.

His hips arched off the couch as he thrusted sharply, driving deep into you. You could taste and feel him cumming inside your mouth; warm, earthy, and more than you could easily swallow no matter how hard you tried. But the small bit of cum leaking from your lips would be easier to clean than any other option.

You finally pulled away when he was spent, being careful not to make a mess as you wiped your lips and chin. Satisfied pride filled your chest as you looked up at Shichiro, who was more or less a panting mess as he slumped back into the couch; his cheeks and tips of his pointed ears flushed red, eyes closed in bliss.

You wanted to climb back in his lap; covering his face, neck, chest in little kisses, but knew that was definitely off the table. 

For now.

"You know you're already ten minutes late for class, right?" You teased instead as you climbed to your feet. He groaned as he covered his face, muttering something under his breath. You chuckled as you guided his cock back in his pants and refastened the hidden zipper and clasps before leaning to press a kiss to his cheek. "What kind of example are you setting right now, Shichiro?"

"Are you really human, or actually a succubus in disguise?" He grumbled, peeking at you between his fingers, making you laugh.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

--+--Su-Ki-Ma --+--

As it turned out, Balam's class after lunch was the Misfit Class. No one really noticed the first few minutes after the second bell when their professor didn't show, too wrapped up in discussing ideas for the music festival.

But after five minutes, they started to question his absence. After all, he wasn't one to run late - unlike a few of the other teachers. And after ten…

"You don't think something happened, do you?" Iruma posed to the rest, feeling anxiety bubble up.

"Obviously you didn't train with him," Sabnock said as he clapped a hand on his rival's shoulder. "I'm positive nothing could defeat our teacher."

"Agreed," Asmodeus stated with a frown. "So, what could be delaying him?"

Just as Asmodus finished the sentence, the door opened with a bang and Balam rushed in, looking more than a little frantic.

"Sorry for being late. I, uh, well, it, uh, doesn't exactly matter. I won't dull you with excuses. Let's see, where exactly did we leave off…"

Silence lingered as Balam ruffled through the books on his desk as the Misfit class shared confused and worried looks.

Except for Elizabetta, who tilted her head as she studied him for a moment. "Professor?" She called, raising her hand out of habit. Balam froze as he looked up at the student. She smiled sweetly as she tapped her cheek, "You have some lipstick right here."

Everyone shot the blonde demon incredulous looks; there was definitely nothing on Balam's cheek - the mask covered most of it.

But then Balam turned blood-beet red, and rubbed at his mask.

"Yes - well, um, there is a perfectly normal explanation for that." He paused as he looked at the student again, his blood-line trait ringing in his ears - barely audible over his own heartbeat. "You were lying."

Too late, however. Nearly all thirteen students of the misfit class had mischievous grins on their faces.

"You and Mom share lunches, right?" Jazz offered, crossing his arms haughtily. "Good thing she doesn't usually wear lipstick."

The flush on the professor's face only became darker making most of the class grin like the demons they were.