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BTS -> {Seven Deadly Sins AU} -> Falling in love with a mortal

Requested: No

Group: BTS

Genre: Fluff. Angst. Some smut.

Warning: Deadly sin stuff. Some blood and violence. some nsfw. Possibly triggering. Mention of cheating. Mention of depression and emotional lows.

Jin

Your breath was making the mirror mist up slightly, but it was tolerable enough, especially since the two of you were both taking great pleasure in the activities that he enacted when he decided to join you in the shower. His grip on your hips was bruising but tolerable, his lips on your neck making you moan in delight as he continued to rut against you, his eyes on your and his reflection while you clung to the edge of the bathroom sink, taking him as he relentlessly moved against you.

While you looked glorious in moments of ecstasy, Seokjin couldn’t help but smirk at his reflection as he looked completely astounding towering over you and making you completely submissive to him. You were beyond overwhelmed with the physical pleasure you were receiving from him, as well as from the love that you felt for him, and yet he looked so completely composed and not at all as disheveled as you that it made him chuckle. He couldn’t help it, it was just a good contribution to his pride as a lover and a man.

But then again, he was known as Pride for a reason.

Out of all his brothers, he was the best out of all them. Be it appearance-wise, intelligence, or experience, he was superior to them all. None of his brothers affected humans like him. Like moths to a candle flames, others were always drawn to him first. And he lavished in the attention that was forced upon him. While his brothers constantly call him out on his vanity, he simply did not find it within himself to care. So what if he was vain, he had a good reason to. After all, he was the best, something which was openly noted by their parents. He was the eldest and the most superior, his brothers could never match up to him, and he always made sure to remind them of it in case they believed that he was getting complacent of his position as the eldest.

Seokjin was used to humans fawning over him and he took take pleasure in reeking the benefits of his ‘Pride’ title. It was so easy to take care of those lustful individuals that desired a single night with him. He did not care who they were, as long as they could feed his vanity and pride, then he would happily take them. He had needs that needed to be fulfilled, and he expected everyone to obey his every command. But then to his utmost surprise, he found himself being defied by the very first time by a human with the most fiery personality in the entire universe.

You.

You hated him. You told him straight his face. And never in his existence had he ever had his ego knocked down to the extent that he was left speechless, unable to be the one to say the last word as you all but stormed off and left him behind with a stunned crowd and a cackling bunch of brothers who witnessed the verbal beat down he was given by a mousy mortal. And he was infuriated. Just how dare you humiliate him in front of everybody? No one has ever done that to him! Not even his brothers. He had planned to make you pay, in the worst way possible, and what was a better way than to make you fall in love with the very charms you claimed to hate? It was the most delicious plan.

But nowhere in the plan did he expect to genuinely fall in love with you.

He felt you tightening around him, your lips chanting his name as you told him you were getting close, which only motivated him to speed up his thrusts even more. He pulled his lips away from your neck and instead grabbed the back of it and pushed you down to the sunk so that it was only his body he could see in the mirror reflection, his eyes looking like two swirling orbs of desire as his hips slammed against yours.

“What do you want?” He asked at his reflection, his hips not pausing for even a moment while his grip on your neck tightened. He was rather asking himself the question but you were completely unawares as you assumed that he was asking you the question.

“T-To come!” You answered, squeaking highlight as Seokjin kept hitting the deepest spot in your body.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked again, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he felt the pit in his stomach increasing with time, an indication that was soon going to follow after you for otherworldly pleasure. While you were slightly confused at the question, it did not phase your much as you were so close to the edge.

“T-taking you!” You screeched, your body pressing back against Seokin’s hand on your neck that was keeping you down. Seokjin pushed you down harder against the sink, his hips slapping against your backside with punishing thrusts which only made you screech even more. He looked away from his reflection and instead watching himself enter and exit your body, the pit in his stomach so large that it was only going to take a few more seconds before he would release himself.

“Who do you love?” He asked, both of his hands squeezing the body parts he was touching as he slammed himself into your even more, needing your answer.

“You! I love you!” You announced, screaming when Seokjin slammed into you one last time before you finally clenched hard around him and felt yourself get filled up with his own seed, his hips pressed against yours as he released himself in you, letting out disgruntled grunts as he allowed himself to follow over the edge with you, giving each other to the world of pleasure.

Both of you trembled from the aftermath of such a climatic release, but Seokjin couldn’t help himself as he released you neck to only press his entire body against your back, his lips in your ear as he began to subtly move his hips again.

“Who is the one that has ruined you for others?” He asked, which made you give a soft laugh before you turned your head around and catch his lips in a surprise kiss.

“You.” You confessed, love clearly shining in your eyes which made his head clench in both happiness and guilt, since the only reason the two of you were like this was because of you broke his pride, but he did not have the heart to tell you the truth.

You were his and he was going to keep you, even if it meant he had to lie. Because he was not going to let you leave him, not when you have affected him so much to extent that he can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.

Suga

“I get that it is in your nature, but what you did was not okay!”

“......It is not that much of a big deal......”

Yoongi was tired, and just physically tired but just tired in general., and he could not completely blame himself for it. He never asked to be born into this family, he had never asked to become Sloth, to be the epitome of nothing. The thing about the Deadly family was that titles were inherited the second they were born and with his family, seven children meant seven titles, and they were literally born to be a specific sin and had no control over what they were to be. Being Sloth meant that he was more than just the epitome of laziness, but that he literally had no effort to do anything, much less feel anything.

His brothers took all of the emotions, leaving him with none. Even though he was the second eldest, he hardly had any control over anything. He was the forgotten brother most of the time, his family barely noticing if he was in the room or not, not that they really missed him since he did not add much to the conversations in the first place. He just liked to sleep, sleep was the only solution to his feeling of absolute nothingness. He could never be like his brothers, he didn’t have the capabilities to be the same as them, so he simply just lived for sake of living, he breathed for the sake of breathing, but at times he wondered if it was even worth it.

He did not think much of you when the two of you had first met, the only thing he did notice was that you were almost the complete opposite of him. While he delved into the shadows, you were in the center of the limelight. While he was quiet, you were a loudmouth. When he simply wanted to pas on, you wanted to live, and for some reason, you wanted him to live with you. He can’t really say he humored you, but at the same time he did because he never pushed you away. He simply allowed you into his life and let you try pull him out of his shell.

But it was never easy. You were fighting against his very nature, and most of the time he thinks you are simply wasting your breath in trying to save someone like him.

“It is a big deal! I called you a million times and you didn’t answer your phone once! I called every one of your brothers and they said you didn’t answer their phone calls either! We were worried about you Yoongi!”

Yoongi lifted his head to gaze at you, his slumped form on his armchair in a very dark room at his home as he closed all the curtains in the house to leave him in peaceful darkness. But despite the darkness, he could see your angry expression easily, your hands on your hips as you stared him down from your spot in the middle of the room “.....why?”

“...Did you seriously just ask me ‘why’?” You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you stared at him, hoping he would crack something else to contrast his legitimate question. Only he didn’t. He said continued to look at you with the same hollow look in your eye you were tired of being familiar with. “You complete son of a ... “

You spared him with one fierce glare befoe you spun on your heel and stormed out of the room, leaving him behind in his vortex of darkness. Yoongi sighed, ducking his head down to his chest and closing his eyes to listen to you slam the door shut, most likely leaving him to his hole of hollowness while he wastes away like a piece of-

“What the fuck!” He screamed, leaping off his armchair a he was soaked from his head to his waste in ice cold water, you glaring at him from your original pot, only with a dripping bucket in your hand. You dropped the bucket to the floor and glared at him once more before marching over to his window and ripping open the curtains to let the light in, making Yoongi hiss at the sudden brightness. You then marched back to him and poked him hard in the chest while glaring harshly at him.

“You listen to me Min Yoongi, and listen well. You may not give a shit about yourself, but there are others who do. If you don’t think your brothers do, then you better fucking know that I do. if you dare to pull another stunt like this again, I will literally set your whole fucking house on fire and dance naked on top of the roof while set off fireworks which will explode into ‘Min Yoongi is a fucking dumbass’, do you understand me?”

Yoongi stared at you for a moment, jaw slightly slack.

“...That’s oddly specific-”

“Min Yoongi!” You screeched, grabbing him by his wet shirt and tugging him close until the two of you were nose to nose, your nostrils flaring with the amount of anger you were feeling, that you almost reminded him of a dragon that was about to breathe fire. “Tell me that you fucking understand, otherwise I swear to all the heavens and hells above, I will kick your ass right here right now. Fucking answer me.”

“...”

He stared at you right in the eyes, noticing the fire in them which only seemed to increase with each passing second as he didn’t answer you. His shirt was sopping wet and water was dripping from his air into his eyes, but he found it did not bother him that much. What bothered him was that he knew that he had upset you, and he never used to care much of the feelings of others in the past. Not even with his brothers did he bother about their thoughts or feelings.

But you...he was bothered that he was the reason that upset you. So he finally nodded in understanding, noticing how your features softened slightly at his acknowledgment before your eyes hardened again and he felt himself get flung across the room and suddenly pushed in the direction of his bathroom.

“Good! Now the first thing you need to do is have a shower! You are sopping wet!”

“...You are the reason I am like this in the first place.” He pointed out, only to receive a slap on the back and another hard shove into his bathroom.

“Unimportant. Now get moving. I’m going to pick you out some clothes and we are going out for lunch. I bet you haven't even eaten a thing yet, am I right?” He opened his mouth to answer, only for his stomach to beaten him to it, making him slightly flush at the revelation. You shot him a knowing look. “Yeah I thought so. Now get in and hurry up.”

J-Hope

One thing which Hoseok was very good at was spoiling you, especially since he the finances to spoil you endlessly. The family dynamics were quite obtuse since the assets of the family was divided according to the deadly sin, and with Hoseok being the representation of Gluttony, he happened to be one of the most well-off siblings amongst the brothers. He wouldn’t say that he was the favorite, but he most certainly received some great benefits with his deadly sin, and so he lived his life accordingly with what he could afford, which was everything.

Hoseok enjoyed his life. He lived in luxury and he could surround himself in all of the physical pleasures in life, ranging from material possessions to beautiful people that enjoyed living life with him. But the one problem with being the representation of gluttony was that people were not always sincere with their intentions with him. Yeah, he had the money of the Deadly family, but that did not mean that he had the happiness that most of his brothers had in terms of sincere relationships. He would say the only solid relationships that he had was with his brothers, even though their relationships could become quite volatile due to their differing natures. But in the end they were family, and family stuck together through thick and thin.

At first you and him were only friends, someone who happened to be in the same place as him whenever he went out and hung out with others, but somehow he managed to become drawn to you. One of the reasons that Hoseok was popular among humans was that he spent his money on himself and on them, buying out the clubs and paying for everyone’s bills, but you weren’t interested in him trying to buy you anything. You were independent and you hated being indebted to others, so you never did take up on Hoseok’s offers in anything that was financial.

One would say he was generous at times, but it was all because he had a bountiful amount of money to spend, almost too recklessly at times, and you didn’t like that. Perhaps it was because you were the opposite of him that he became attracted to you, and he had to earn your love through actions instead of gifts and money, but when he eventually managed to capture your heart, he did not limit himself when it came to spoiling you.

“Hoseok, this is way too much.” You complained, staring at the thousand of roses that were on your dining room table, some even on the floor because of the bountifulness of the Hoseok’s gift. Hoseok just grinned before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“No its not. It’s our thousandth day anniversary, it is only right that I gift you will a thousand roses.” He chuckled in your ear, press a kiss to it before going to nibble on your earlobe, earning himself a smack from you as you turned around in his arms to flash him a glare.

“I told you that you don’t need to buy me fancy things like this! This is way too much.” But Hoseok was already prepared for your argument, so he quickly silenced you with a kiss before pulling back to raise a finger at you.

“Nuh uh, your term of ‘fancy’ consists of expensive jewellery and a car, and I have not gotten you those gifts. I have simply gotten you some lovely red roses and have reserved a table at one of our favorite restaurants. Nothing too fancy, just actions filled with love.” He flashed you a cheeky smile, only to be met with a narrowed gaze.

“Don’t try pull a loophole on me, I won’t tolerate it.” Hoseok laughed and pressed a kiss to your nose.

“Ah but you will my young lover, when it comes to you, I am allowed to endlessly spoil you in any way I see fit while keeping you happy. And deny it all you want, I know that you love my expression of love for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully at you, noticing how you tried to resist smiling but couldn’t help it, letting out a light chuckle which made Hoseok beam. “You see, you love me.”

“Of course I do, but I sometimes wonder why.” You admitted, only to make Hoseok gasp in mock hurt.

“How could you be so cruel to me my love, I have only been a loyal friend and boyfriend to you who is endlessly loving and spoiling you from head to toe.”

“That is exactly the problem, I don’t need you to do that. I’m already yours, so there is no need to buy me.” Warmth immediately filled Hoseok’s body when you mentioned the fact that you his. True, he did try to buy you at first when he expressed interest, but you made him work for you, an it was work damn well paid off because he now has someone who balances him completely. He was filled with so much warmth, a pool of desire began to form in his stomach as his eyes flashed mischievously, which immediately caught you attention and make you look at him warily. “Just what are you planning now?“

Hoseok slipped his hand to your backside and squeeze, prompting a gasp out of you which only made his grin increase in size. He then slipped his hands to your thighs and suddenly picked you up, your arms immediately wrapping around his waist to support yourself while you hands went to his shoulders, your eyes wide as you stared at him. “I just have one more gift to give you before we go out and spend a lovely evening together with wine and food, and don’t worry, it is completely free.”

“Just what are you-” Hoseok pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your words with his mouth as he slipped his tongue into yours and immediately took over the kiss while he began to walk the two of you towards your bedroom, not pausing for even a moment before he had you pressed against the mattress with him on top of you. He pulled away and flashed you the most lethal grin before he pulled himself to his knees and began to unbutton his shirt.

“I am going to make love to every inch of your body until the only thing that you can hear, think, and say is my name, and you are going to let me spoil you in any way I see fit. You agree?” Your face was completely flushed at the sight of a bare chested Hoseok as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it to the side before his hands when to your shirt, tugging it up until your bra covered chest was revealed to him, prompting him to lean down and press a kiss to your sternum, his eyes glancing back to you with lustful eyes. “Do you agree my love?”

“Y-Yes...” He grinned as he began to trail kisses along your neck.

“Glad to hear it.”

Envy and jealousy was an entwined product in Namjoon’s life, and he was often a victim to it since he was its sole representative. In terms of his parents affection, Namjoon has not received much of it and it has been an aspect of his upbringing which shaped him into what he is today. he gets that every person and living thing had a tragic backstory, but even he could say his was pathetic. Out of all seven of his brothers, he received the least attention from his parents. He has even been accused of being some sort of copy cat to his brothers Seokjin and Jimin, because Envy is an aspect connected to both of their sins, therefore he was dealt with swiftly in the family with his place in the hierarchy, despite being one of the older brothers.

Namjoon has always been jealousy of others, especially of his brothers, because no matter how hard he tried to prove himself, he always seemed to come short. He was almost the minor middleman in the family despite being the one with the most sense, but he was constantly compared to everyone that he is surprised that he hasn’t even been driven insane yet. The Deadly family was not exactly magnolias and rainbows, they were the representations of all evils after all, and yet he was considered one of the lesser of evils all because of his emotional connections to his brothers.

Even though he has grown now and has built up some success in his life, he can’t deny that he still yearns for approval from his family. While he shouldn't care what they thought about him since they never bothered to when he was growing up, he wanted them to give him some sort of acknowledgment, to just say that he has done a good job or just...he just wanted them to give him something, something which his brothers had received while growing up which he did not. Was it such a bad thing to receive a parents love for once?

Namjoon felt arms wrap around him from behind, giving him a firm squeeze while he felt a kiss on his bare shoulder, warm breaths ticking his skin as he felt a warm body press itself against his back. He didn’t acknowledge them as he stared at his phone, his grip tightening every passing second and even shaking as he stared at the message from his parents in relation to the family dinner he had prepared to host at his home this weekend.

‘Unfortunately we can’t make it. Send our regards to your brothers.’

He felt his throat thicken, a slight pressure building in his eyes even though he was trying to resist it by clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth hard together. He heard a sigh behind him and another kiss to his shoulder.

“We can still have a good time. I spoke to Taehyung and Jungkook the other day, and they seemed really excited to see everyone again.”

“That is only because they were aware that our parents were going to join us. Clearly things are going to change since they can no longer attend.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but slam his phone on the mattress and cradle his head with his hands, his fingers tugging harshly at his hair as he tried to get a hold of himself. It was not surprising that his parents couldn’t attend, they never did when he was the host of such family events. Why would they bother coming out to the home of their least favorite son? They never turned down an invitation from the others, only when he was the host did they always back out of the attendance. It was not surprising one bit, and yet it was at the same time.

“Don’t say that. Your brothers love you, they wouldn’t back out because of this.” You said, giving him another firm hug as you rested your chin on his shoulder, staring at his side profile as he held his head. Namjoon let out an empty chuckle.

“While your optimism is one of the reasons why I love you, it won’t work in this situation sweetheart. I know my brothers, they are not going to come, not when their star and moon is no longer in attendance and they are no longer required to play their part as a big, happy family.”

All of the Deadly sins had a part to play, and his brothers were no different. They all strived to impressed their parents, even if it meaning outshining and undermining one another, because who wouldn’t want to be the apple of their mother’s and father’s eyes? Namjoon certainly has never been one, he has always been the gum under their shoe that they could not wait to scrape off on the pavement.

“You’re wrong. They won’t pull out, not if I have a say about it.” You said, a sudden determination filling your voice. Namjoon chuckled and lifted his head to turn and look at you, mild amusement in his eyes.

“And what, pray tell, could you do to my brothers to force them to come to a family dinner?” You raised an eyebrow and flashed him a challenging smirk.

“You forget that women are one of the most predatory creatures in the world. If we smell blood and are hungry enough, he will go into a frenzy, and since I am remarkably close with all six of their girlfriends, let me just say that we will work together to make sure to bring them all to their knees for dinner.” Namjoon let out a disbelieving laugh.

“You would seriously use blackmail and intimidation in the form of their girlfriends to make them come over?” You flashed him a smile.

“But of course, what else would I use?” Namjoon smiled and shrugged.

“I have no idea. I don’t always have a firm idea on what is going on in that pretty let head of yours.”

“Good, I would hate to be predictable.”

“That, my dear, you could never be.”

Namjoon turned around completely and wrapped his arms around you before pulling you into a kiss, sighing when you lips melded with his and gave him some sense of relief. While he was astounded that he managed to find such a compassionate person like you, he was grateful for it. You were about the only one who gave him the affection and care that he needed, the kind that was deprived from him when growing up. You were his number one supporter, and you fought for him like a soldier would for their king, and he was forever happy that he managed to meet and fall in love with you. He pulled away from the kiss and moved to rest his head on your shoulder, your arms moving around to hug him closely, your lips grazing his temple as he became cradled in your arms.

“I just wish that they would recognize me for my own efforts.” He confessed, his voice slightly thick with emotion. You pressed another kiss to his temple.

“And they will, one day. But even if they don’t, just know that I see it. I see everything that you have worked for and I am so proud of you for doing it.”

Namjoon could only answer with a smile, moving to press a kiss to your neck before pushing you back down on the mattress so that he could rest his head on your chest, to take in the comfort that you were all too willing to give him.

Jimin

Lust. Sex. Love.

Jimin was the epitome of all three. He was the embodiment of everything related to relationship between people, ranging from familial, platonic, and romantic. And it was very difficult for him to be able to control himself, especially when he was surrounded by so many others that were giving off waves of arousal and affection which were like drugs to him.

While his brothers have their own dilemmas to deal with accordance to their Sins, Jimin was the one that struggled the most despite it looking the most utopian type of sin to represent. Sure, Jimin was a lot like their eldest brother in terms of popularity among humans and having a luxurious outside appearance to show off, but Jimin struggled in terms of his temptation and addiction to bodies, fumes, and toxicity. He was very easily influenced and there have been times that he had to be rescued by his brothers to get him out of the messes that has created himself. But he thought that he would eventually be able to get a hold of himself, especially when he discovered someone who loved him despite of his messed up nature.

But like he said, he was messed up by default, and he has made a massive mess that even his brothers wouldn’t be able to get him out of it because it was something that was caused by his own obsessive and weak nature for beauty and pleasure.

Jimin rushed into the house and hurried up the stairs, knowing it by memory know, before bursting into the room, noticing your figure immediately as you were busy packing your clothes into a suitcase. He rushed towards you and grabbed you by the hands, stopping you from packing anymore clothes.

“Don’t.” He said, only for you to rip you hands out of his as your glared at him fiercely, your upper lip raised in a sneer as you looked at him in complete disgust.

“You can’t stop me.” You sneered before you reached for your unpacked clothes again, only for Jimin to grab your hands again, his eyes making a desperate plea as he stared at you helplessly.

“You don’t want to do this.” He said, only to make you laugh in response. You tried to rip your hand out of his again, but this time he tightened his grip on you so that your couldn’t, making you wrestle with him slightly as you tried to rip free.

“Let go!”

“Y/N, you don’t want to do this. You don’t want to leave.”

“I said let go!”

“Y/N, I know we can work this out, we can-”

“There is nothing to work out!’ You screeched, startling him and giving yourself the opportunity to rip your hands entirely from Jimin. You took a few steps back to put some distance between him and yourself before shaking your head, roughly threading your fingers through your hair before turning to glare at him again. You pointed an accusing finger at him and snarled. “You made your choice, and I am busy making mine. Stop interfering.”

“I have. I have to interfere. I can’t lose you.” He took a few steps towards you, only for your to match him and take a few backs to maintain the distance between the two of you, a warning look in your eyes which promised death if he came even closer to you.

“You lost me the second you decided to sleep with someone else. Or maybe that is being too generous, limiting it to only one person. I know there has been more, no point in trying to hide it any longer.”

Jimin felt himself pale at your words, a bob of emotion filling his throat that he could not swallow down no matter how hard he tried. He has been trying to control his urges, he really had, because he really did want to try be a better man for you. You didn’t deserve someone who treated you like some side chick that only got visited to give him the physical pleasure he desired. You were more than that, you were someone who had managed to capture his heart and love him despite his...everything.

He was hardly marriage material, it being something that Jimin resigned himself to never have because he knows that he will not be a good husband. He was too much for any woman to handle. Nobody would be able to deal with all the baggage that came with him which revolved around his encompassing of everything connected to Lust. But you...you were an exception. If there was anyone he thought he could marry, it would be you. Because you were everything he needed to be in control of himself, you motivated him to try become better.

And yet he has proved to you that his nature was just much stronger than his love for you. And he wanted to convince that it was not true, because while he did sleep with others, it was your face that he was seeing, not theirs. He just couldn’t lose you. He will do whatever you want to try make it up to you, but you couldn’t leave him. Not when he could fix it.

“Y/N please, tell me what I can do to fix this. There has to be something that I can do to make it up to you. Please...” He was desperate and it was clear in his voice and eyes, and he hoped that you would perhaps realize that he was being sincere in his pleas. But you only stared at him with an disgusted and unforgiving expression topped off with a sneer. You shook your head.

“There is nothing you can do to fix this. Its broken beyond repair now. I have kept quiet for too long and tonight has just topped it all off.”

“Y/N, I-”

“My sister and my best friend, I know I should be shocked and yet at the same time, I shouldn’t be. You always eyed them whenever we were together.”

“Y/N, I swear it was-”

“An accident? Sure. I’ve heard that plenty of times to know that its isn’t. Sleeping with others isn’t an accident Jimin, it is a habit. And I am not going to stick around anymore and deal with the aftermath of your choices.”

“They don’t mean anything to me Y/N!” Jimin could not stand the distance between the two of you anymore, and even though it may make it worse, he could not help himself. He hurried over to you and grabbed your arms, keeping a tight grip on them so you could not escape. He stared at you pleadingly as you wrestled and tried to tug yourself away from him. “You mean everything to me. You are the only one I truly care about in this world! I know I’ve fucked up, I know I have hurt you and I am sorry! I am so fucking sorry! There has to be a way for me to make it up to you! There must be some way I can prove to you that I love-”

“Change your sin then.” Jimin froze. He stared at you in disbelief, unable to comprehend the demand that you gave him. You stared at him with steeled eyes, a scowled permanently painting your face before you flashed him a cruel smirk filled with hollowness. “You see, its not nice when someone asks the impossible from you.”

“Y.....N...” He uttered brokenly, his whole sense of self shattering because while he could do anything for you, changing his very essence and nature was the only thing he could not do. And you knew that. You placed your hands on his chest and shoved him, taking him by surprise as he fell to the floor in shock, your body standing over his with a disgusted and defeated look on your face.

“Goodbye Jimin.”

Taehyung has always been the emotional type, and even though at times he wished he wouldn’t be emotional, he would just erupt like a volcano and consume everything in his path, uncaring on what or who he destroyed. He couldn’t help it, it was in his nature to destroy and to feel.

His brothers always told him he was the loose cannon of the family, always needing someone to watch over him to make sure that he would not go overboard. But it was not like anyone could ever truly stop him when he snapped. He was one of the strongest out of the brothers, especially since he was mainly motivated by his fury which unleashed all of his strength. Jungkook was probably the only one who could apprehend him when he was having one of his ‘wrath’ episodes, but even then there were times when he was unable to get Taehyung to settle down.

No one ever really thought that Taehyung could ever live a normal life, well, as normal as a deadly sin could live. He was literally the living embodiment of Wrath, one of the most volatile and emotional sins that there was. He was unpredictable and at times, even deadly. Nothing could control him, and most definitely no one could get him to settle. If his brothers couldn’t do it, then who the hell could.

And then came the human mortal that captured his heart.

“Y/N, he needs you. Get over here quickly. He is going mad.” Taehyung heard Jungkook’ voice talking to you through the phone, but he did not focus on it much as he all but ripped the fabric of the couch right out and threw its dismantled body across the room, a hellish scream ripping itself out of his throat.

“FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE!”

He was tired and hungry. He had a bad day and night and just when he thought he could finally have a rest, his brothers just had to come barging into his house and disrupt his one moment of peace he was finally able to get after such a shitty day he had. He just snapped, and what was at first his living room was now looked like the aftermath of a nuclear war, and it was only getting worse. His brothers were all hiding in the other rooms, not daring to interrupt Taehyung while he was in the middle of one of his ‘Wrath’ episodes.

“I WANT YOU TO GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!” Taehyung screamed, this time throwing one of his ceramic ornaments across the room and making it shatter against the well, which made him scream in fury when he realized that it was one that you had gifted him a while ago. “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

“Tae! Stop!”

Hand were suddenly on his cheeks and his hands automatically went to grab them, ready to rip them off, but then the owner of the hands slipped into his eyesight, his vision that was tainted in red slightly decreasing to recognize that it was you, your eyes locked with his with a soft, but determined gaze as you pressed your palms harder against his cheeks, trying to make sure that he would not rip your hands off him.

“Look at me. Look at me. Just look at me.” You chanted, pressing yourself against your body and forcing his head down to look at you, since you were quite a bit shorter than him. Taehyung pulled his hands away from your to grip you by the shoulders, his finger tips digging into skin as he breathed shakily in front of you, his entire body stiff and shaking. “Breathe Tae. You need to breathe. Count with me.”

People have always tried to get him to calm down from his episodes and he has tried everything. Matching breathing patterns, counting to ten, trying to imaging a calming image, but it could never help him. He was broken and unfixable, there was no way he could ever live a normal life. He was a ticking time bomb, and he knew every time he went off, he just destroyed. And he hated being like that. He hated being something that everyone had to monitor.

He hated it. He just fucking hated it.

“Tae...” But your voice was steady and sweet, and even though many others have tried to the same tactic that you were doing and failed to get him to listen, he forced himself to listen. His red vision was slowly fading and your face was becoming more clear to him. Your eyes were soft and bright, your eyebrows were slightly scrunched in concentration as you continued to stare at him, voice steady as you tried to talk him out of his wrath. “Talk to me. Tell me what happened. What’s wrong?”

He didn’t say anything at first. He was unable to. His tongue felt heavy and thick, making him swallow thickly as he tried to find some motivation to talk. His grip on you was still tight, and he was quite certain it was hurting you, but you did not react. You instead ignored it and stared at him, your thumbs gently rubbing circles on his cheeks. He felt his bottom lip tremble, and a strangled sound left his lips as he heaved his head forward, nearly knowing against your own.

“I...had a bad day.” He managed to say, his hands readjusting themselves on your shoulder to give them another squeeze, his breathing still unsteady. He noticed you nod your head.

“Alright. What happened? Tell me about it.”

And so he started talking, albeit a bit brokenly, but he managed to talk to you. His red vision eventually faded away entirely, and he found himself sitting the middle of his wrecked living room with you holding his hands, listening intently to him as he spoke, thumbs tracing his knuckles until he finally finished speaking. You brought one of his hands to your lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day Tae.” You apologized, even though it was hardly your fault. Taehyung just nodded. You pressed another kiss to his hand. “How about I make you a snack and we can talk some more. Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking of doing tomorrow?

Taehyung just nodded again, tightening his grip on your hands when you helped him off his feet and guided him to the kitchen, your voice sweet and steady the whole time as you continued speaking to him to keep him calm. You were about the only one who managed to get him out of his episodes, and even though it was an unfair thing forced onto you with getting into a relationship with him, he still appreciated it. It was nice to be spoken down from a Wrath episode, it just brought some sense of normalcy to his life. You were his only normalcy.

Jungkook

It was positively freezing but Jungkook did not care if it was all it took to make you his. He has never met a women so frustrating before in his life. Jungkook was so used to getting what he wanted because he was the youngest, and he was already greedy to get more because he was entitled to it. There is a piece of him in every human being and it was only human nature for everyone to be a little bit greedy, but it can be imagined that Jungkook is much more greedy than others due to his Deadly sin, hence why he was so determined to have you despite your several rejections of him.

Jungkook was Greed, the very thing that drove many people mad and twisted, but he didn’t care. His greed made him live luxuriously, he got whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and nobody could ever tell him no because he always turned it into a yes. Jungkook just had the capabilities to get whatever he wanted, sometimes without much effort and he was fine with that. He was the youngest, loved and spoilt, and he wouldn’t change a thing about it.

And yet for the first time in his existence, he has been denied of something which was so easily attainable. A woman. While he could get whatever women he wanted, him always have some sort of magnetic pull to them, he found himself mystified by someone of your caliber. You completely rejected him, in more ways than one. Verbally, physically, and emotionally, it was as if he was a detective that could not crack a cold case, no matter what he did, he just could not get through to you.

You challenged him, and he both hated and loved it because the reward of overcoming a cold mountain would be the most delicious ending of a elaborate chase. He wanted you, he wanted you badly, and yet he kept getting himself denied of you from your own actions. While he has met with many women that enjoyed playing hard to get with him, they easily crumbled under his experienced hands within a short amount of time, but you clearly were not like the women he had dealt with in the past.

“What the fu- I told you to get lost already! Are you stalking me?!” You ripped open your front door when you caught his wet figure standing in the raining, his clothes sticking to his body, highlighting his impressive physique. He just smiled and held out the flowers that he had brought for you.

“You left behind my bouquet.” You gaped at him.

“Did it even cross your mind that I wouldn’t want your stupid bouquet?”

“No.”

You were getting beyond frustrated with him. Jungkook would not let up on his chase after you. He was going to have you, one way or another, and if that meant he had to buy millions of stupid bouquets only to have them tossed in his face, or left to stand outside in the pouring rain to redeliver them to you, then so be it. He wanted to have you, and nothing in his way was going to stop him in his pursuit.

“I don’t want your stupid flowers! Get lost already!”

“I could...but then no one else will give you flowers.”

“What don’t you understand? No means no! I am not interested in dating you! I am not going to be the next notch on your post! Go find some other girl who is stupid enough to fal for your charms!”

“Ahh, so you do think I’m charming.” Jungkook flashed you a victorious grin, which only made you groan in disdain as you covered your face in compete annoyance. Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, you simply were so delightful to tease. He took a step towards your door, eyes looking earnestly at with you a bright smile. “Well in case you haven’t noticed, I am rather wet, so do you perhaps think I can-”

“Not a chance.” You immediately closed you door until it was only your head visible to him, your eyes narrowed in a glare. “There is not a chance in hell that I am letting you in my house.”

“But I am cold and wet-”

“That was your fucking choice for standing outside my house in the rain like some deranged lunatic!” Jungkook cocked his head and pouted, gently waving the flowers in front of you.

“But I was simply returning the flowers I had handpicked for-”

“Don’t even try lie, I know those are store bought.” You were right of course, but he didn’t want to admit it. His pout deepened and he took another step closer to your door, close enough that he could lean in and press a kiss to those lush lips of yours if he wanted.

“Surely you are not so cruel to leave out a poor, besotted man to freeze to death in the rain.” You scoffed.

“You’ll survive.” Jungkook shook his head and leaned his head against your door way, his eyes looking earnestly into yours.

“On the contrary, I am feeling rather faint. Would you mind if I lay down on your couch.” You scoffed again and tightened your grip on your door.

“I would mind. Beat it.”

“Oh you are a cruel woman Y/N L/N.” Jungkook pouted, which earned him an eyeroll and a final glare.

“And you are a stupid man. Don’t come back to my house, otherwise I will call the police next time.”

He didn’t even flinch when you finally slammed the door in his face, a coy smile crawled along his lips before he let out a chuckle before placing his flowers on your doorstep, certain that they will eventually be taken in when you check to see if he was still on your door step. He flicked his wet fringe out of his eyes and wringed out the bottom of his shirt before looking at your close door, smiling at it.

Bit by bit, he was getting to you, like a pick axe to a massive block of ice the size of a refrigerator, he was getting you used to his presence. It will only be a matter of time before you fall madly in love with him, and when you do, he will make sure that he can keep you for all eternity, because it seems his greedy nature can only be sated by you and nothing else.

And oddly enough, he was okay with it. He has always gotten what he wanted and you were going to be no exception.

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husbandomail-archive · 1 year

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Obscure characters u say?? Well I'm not sure if he's obscure but I love him anyways. Can I request Arthur Pendragon from seven deadly sins please? With a strong s/o who calms him down during his anxiety attacks and is aggressive and unrelenting with everyone but soft with him? I just love the grumpy x sunshine trope sm

I hope this is okay!! this made me finally wanna watch this anime lmao

It was a familiar routine by now. He may have tried to be quiet about it, but that wouldn’t change the way the shared bed shifts underneath you as his nightmares jolt him awake.

You roll over— it takes far too much effort, with your legs tangled up in the thick comforter— and toss your arm over Arthur’s heaving chest. He tenses immediately, his breath growing quick and shallow as he tries to force his voice not to waiver. “Sorry,” he hisses into the dark, “I didn’t intend to wake you—”

“Well, you did,” you sigh in turn, although there’s no bite to your voice. It wasn’t a cruel statement, it was simply the truth. In fact, you were so used to his nightly flashbacks at this point, you no longer bothered with opening your eyes. “Is something new bothering you?”

Arthur shudders as your breath rolls across his sweat-slicked skin. He hesitates— you can feel his chest rising and falling, feel the low rumble of his voice as it finally finds purchase in his throat.

“It’s nothing, really.”

That’s when you let one eye slide open. Moonlight filters into the bedroom through the distant window, with thick shadows outstretched and crawling forth as if to sink their fangs into your fragile dreams. Even in the cloak of shadow, your husband’s bright orange hair shines like a beacon. “Arthur Pendragon, you did not wake me up because of nothing.”

His eyes roam your face for a moment, and you hold his gaze as fiercely as you can in the middle of the night. Your husband has always been a gorgeous man, but there’s something about nights like this, with his unruly hair like wild flames, with a vulnerability in his eyes that you knew nobody else could ever see. Absently, you began to trace patterns across his chest with your fingertips, committing the patterns of his breathing to memory. He relaxes as you drag your fingers across his skin.

“It’s—” he immediately stops, his eyes searching the dark room as if it can answer his questions. “Do you think I— made the right choice?”

You know immediately what he’s referring to; a previous battle, one that had technically been won, but at the cost of innocent lives. It’s not surprising that it still weighs on his mind. You sigh and nuzzle closer to him. “You didn’t have many options to begin with,” you reminded him, “and you did your best to protect everyone. That’s what matters, Arthur— that’s what makes you a good king.”

He flinches at that, jerking out of your grasp and rolling over so you couldn’t see his face. Your chest tightens; you know he doesn’t believe when you say things like that. You say them anyways.

The comforter tangles further around your legs as you drag yourself closer, burying your face between his shoulder blades, running your hand up and down his arm in what you hope is a soothing rhythm. You lay in silence together; his breathing steadies out enough that you think he’s finally fallen back asleep, but then he lets out a loud sigh and rolls back over to face you.

“Will you tell me a story?”

It was a familiar routine by now. The good king, curled up in bed, his strong arms wrapped around your body to hold you in place, his face buried in your chest. You run your hands through his hair over and over, rambling endlessly as he falls asleep to the sound of your voice.

#fading out of obscurity #seven deadly sins #arthur pendragon #scenarios #imagines #anon

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gumiluver · 10 months

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SIN FOR ME ~ JJK NSFW SCENARIOS

synopsis: jjk men as the seven deadly sins <3

cover pic credit: chaeeunn2 on pintrest

lovers <3: afab!reader, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro/zen’in toji, ryomen sukuna, okkotsu yuta, kamo choso

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact

cw: nsfw, rough sex (all lovers <3), manhandling (satoru, sukuna, choso), squirting (suguru, toji, choso), choking (sukuna), dacryphilia (suguru), breeding kink (suguru, kento), cunnilingus (toji, yuta, choso), daddy kink (toji), pussy slapping (sukuna ofc), thigh slapping (yuta), overstimulation (suguru, toji, choso), light bondage (yuta)

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SATORU -> PRIDE 🖤

Gojo Satoru, better known as ‘the worlds strongest,’ is not a very humble man, to say the least. His ego can get the best of him at times, but that’s part of his charm—being a prideful bastard, that is.

To be fair, it is well earned—you don’t get that type of recognition just for fun after all. His natural aptitude towards cursed energy along with his enhanced physical prowess make him an unstoppable force, and he makes sure to own up to his title of ‘being the best’ by proving it to you nightly, even if you already acknowledge him as such.

But what he truly yearns for is to hear your little cockdrunk praises, to see you become enamored with the way he’s making you feel. He loves hearing those little thoughtless babbles of praise and those helpless begs that fall from your salacious mouth. It all just feeds into his pride and makes him ache for more.

“o-ohh my—fuck,” you moan, arching your lower back as satoru presses his tip against your soaked pussy. He guides it along your folds, gathering your essence and coating his cock with your slick. He snickers, already loving how much of an effect he has on you, “this wet for me already, princess? haven’t even started playin’ with ya yet.”

He really can’t help himself when given the opportunity to tease you, loving the way you get all red and embarrassed when he points out just how much you obviously want him. You’ll try and deny it too, but how could you deny something—someone—that makes your princess pussy gush like fucking crazy? You shake your head, flushing at his accusation while averting his piercing gaze.

“Ah ah ah, pretty girl. Eyes on me. Want you to watch my cock sink into this pussy,” he tsks, pinning your hips down with his one hand to ensure you won’t squirm away from him as he brings his other to grip the back of your neck. He angles your neck downward, making sure that you have the perfect view of him taking what’s his, and the cry that escapes your mouth once he bottoms out makes his tip leak ridiculously inside you.

But Satoru knows better, he knows when his pretty pillow princess is holding out on him—and he is not pleased by your restraint.

“I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder than that, princess. What’s got ya all shy now, huh?” he taunts, starting up a moderately fast pace that invades your warm, plush walls. He releases the grip he has on the nape of your neck and the side of your hip to travel down towards your pussy, quickly positioning his thumb above your sensitive clit while his other hand presses against your lower tummy, effectively making you squeeze around his cock as he starts to rearrange your guts with a newfound, vigorous pace.

“AAHH!!” you cry, completely surprised by the sudden burst of pleasure that courses through your body. You feel your mind short-circuit from the sharp intrusion of his cock fucking up into your cervix, all the while he ruthlessly rubs against your small clit. The way he massages your womb with his hand as he meets each of his thrust makes you constrict around his cock with a vice-like grip. He can feel you squeeze him for all his worth, and he can’t help but fuck into you harder and faster—hoping to mold the shape of his cock forever into your beautiful pussy.

“ohfuckohfuckohfuckkkk—toruuuu!! ‘s so goooood!!” you cry loudly. All prior thoughts having left your mind as you become reduced to nothing but a needy little cockdrunk slut that would do anything for him—the only man who’s been able to make you lose your morals for the sake of pleasure.

“Thaaaat’s it—squeeze my cock juuust like that, princess. Take it all in and make me proud,”

SUGURU -> GREED 🖤

Everything about Suguru makes him a dangerous man. His technique, his intelligence, his energy, his charisma—it all aids in his natural greed that makes him want to take, take, take.

His hunger to have and own everything and anything makes him an insatiable lover. He wants to see you writhe away from him, overwhelmed by his greedy little appetite—but what truly makes him dangerous is just how turned on he gets from slutting your pussy out to his cock. He just can’t seem to get enough of the way your pussy fucking milks his cock like none other.

Just the thought of expending all of your energy—and then some—makes his dick ache with pain. He’ll even overstimulate himself by continuously pumping into you even after cumming inside you, just to make sure he’s got you completely fucked out for him.

“More,” suguru demands, “need you to cum more fr’ me baby, need you to fucking make a mess,” he says as he rubs your clit faster and thrust his fingers up into your core deeper. A pained squeal leaves your lips as your hand shoots down to try and stop suguru from overstimulating you further, too fucked out to give him another orgasm.

“s-sugu’ baby pleaseee, m’ so sensitive!! n-no more, can’t take no more baby plea-mphh!!” your cries suddenly being interrupted by his tongue shoving itself into your mouth. You groan loudly in the kiss, making suguru smirk at how easy it is to get you to fold for him.

But still, he’s not completely satisfied—yet.

He needs to make sure that you’re his; undoubtably and irrevocably, his. He’s greedy enough to mark your skin up, to attack your neck with an onslaught of bites and licks that leave hickeys across your décolletage.

But now he needs to take what’s his. He needs to breed his pussy and claim it as his.

And what’s even more twisted is how easy it would be to take you as his, to simply stuff his fat dick in your tiny hole and to paint your walls white with his thick cum. Just the thought of having you wherever or whenever he wanted makes him quickly remove his fingers from your tight pussy and mindlessly shove his massive length inside of you with one. harsh. thrust.

And the scream you let out is like music to his ears.

He coos at you, hushing your whimpers with gentle kisses along your face. He licks the tears that fall down the fat of your cheeks and groans at the taste. He knows he’s big, but he loves how much you struggle to take him—the little tears are just an added ego boost for him.

But despite his attempt to ground you back to him you can’t help the white flash of pure ecstasy that overwhelms your body and takes over your brain, forcing you to squirt out an early orgasm all over his thick shaft.

And this is when he truly realizes that you will forever remain as his, and his alone. The way your pussy squirts as if she were cryin’ for him, how she grips his shaft ridiculously tight as if she were begging him to stay inside, and how she fucking sings to him as he pounds his fat cock into her, the loud *squelch squelch squelch* overtaking your moans, making geto lose his sanity for good.

“You’re mine, and no one else can have you, understand me, pretty girl?”

KENTO -> ENVY 🖤

Interestingly, Nanami only exemplifies his envy when he fucks you. It’s not like he means to let his envy of others get the best of him, all he wants to do is give you the most perfect life.

The second he laid his eyes on you he could tell that his need for you would be unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He just had to claim you as his before anyone else could.

He would never admit this to you, but his envy is what made him decide that he wanted you to be his pretty little housewife. He noticed how his fellow colleagues were already fathers of their own, and saw how content their lives were and wanted to replicate that same feeling with you. What better way to do so than actually having you be his housewife?

“Look at what you do to me, look at how much control you have over me baby,” kento grunts, aggressively palming his angry cock in front of you. You whine and squeeze your thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache that settles in your cunt, but failing helplessly.

You really weren’t sure as to what exactly got him so worked up—all you did was cook him his favorite dinner! You knew he was having a hard day at work, and since you had the day off you thought he’d enjoy coming home to a comfy home and yummy meal.

But, it just so happens that today—of all days—half of the staff decided to take off early for the upcoming holidays, no doubt to be with their little spouses and children, which meant that he had to pick up three times the amount of sorcery work than normal.

And you knew how much he despised working overtime.

So when he comes home to see your cute form bent in front of the kitchen table, ass beautifully on display for him to ogle at while you carefully arrange the dinner plates—he fucking loses it.

And now, he’s got you right where he wants you—pressed in a mean mating press that makes your thighs burn and cunt drip with excitement. He lines his red tip up to your sweet pussy and slowly inches his cock inside you, savoring the pleasure-filled whimpers and cries that fall from your lips.

“mmmm, fuck baby—take me so good,” he praises, pushing your calves up and onto his shoulders so he can fully bottom out in you.

And in this position, all that you can do is just take it, and he doesn’t want to hear a single complaint fall from your lips. You’ll be his good girl for the night, won’t you?

“Think it’s time you gave me a little one—what do you say, love? Ready to be a mommy?”

TOJI -> GLUTTONY 🖤

Toji can never get enough of anything—money, alcohol, gambling, sex— there’s never been such a thing as “too much” in his dictionary.

He has a particularly ravenous appetite, especially when it deals with you and your sweet little cries of pleasure—he just can’t get enough of ‘em. The way your cries feed his hunger and how your pussy expertly milks his cock makes him loose his mind and indulge in his gluttonous tendencies.

Will never let you have just one orgasm. He has to rip multiple orgasms out of you, or else he won’t be satisfied. Even if you’re overstimulated and begging for him to stop—telling him that it’s too much or that you’re too sensitive, he’ll purposefully pump his hips harder and faster to get you to squeeze around him even more.

“How many times was that now doll, five?” he questioned, barely even breaking a sweat from the rigorous pounding he’s been giving you. His thick cock is pressed deeply inside your womb, pushing up to that soft gummy spot that he knows makes you a whiny mess.

And you? You can barely even feel yourself, let alone think about how good his thick shaft feels inside you. You swear it’s been eons since he’s given you a break, and your cunt is about to explode from all the stimulation if you don’t get one soon.

“D-daddy please! ‘s too much fr’ me!” you plea, but your cries fall on deaf ears as he wraps his hand around your neck, applying light pressure to the sides to further stimulate your sense of touch, forcing you to only focus on the pleasure he’s making you feel.

“Too much? Sorry, don’t know what that means doll,” he mocks, laughing deviously as he quickens his thrusts and assaults your pussy with demon-like strength. Your voice is bouncing off the walls, getting higher and higher in pitch as you reach your sixth orgasm of the night.

But it was all too much! You couldn’t control the orgasm that rips out of you and the absolute mess you’re making from squirting all over him. A loud groan emits from Toji as he watches your poor pussy spray all over his toned pelvis and thighs. Your cunt involuntarily constricts around his fat cock so tightly that it pushes his cock out, and he’s quick to replace it with his filthy mouth.

He’s relentless, truly relentless. He starts to suck on your already sensitive clit, pinning your hips down to the bed so you can’t squirm away from him. He won’t even let you take a sip of water if it meant leaving your sweet pussy; so he makes sure to take his time with your cunt, eating up every single ounce of your essence that he becomes hypnotized by your sweet ambrosia.

“Mmmm—ya taste like fuckin’ candy, doll. And ya not goin’ anywhere ‘till I get my fill,”

SUKUNA -> WRATH 🖤

Wrath itself is a complex emotion that often gets a bad rap, but Sukuna’s wrath ignites a warmth throughout your body that makes you feel alive and him passionate.

And when that same wrath bleeds into the most intimate of moments, he just can’t help but mix a bit of pain with pleasure.

Sex is where he can be his true self, take all his rage and anger and change it into a passion that makes you succumb to him without much thought. It’s almost like he holds all his rage in just to take it out on your pussy—and to be fair, you’re not complaining one bit.

“Too deep for ya? Is that why you’re crying so much, little one? Awww—too bad,” he coos at you, feigning sympathy as he continues to piston his hips against the fat of your ass, forcing his thick cock inside of your plush walls at an unreasonable speed and depth that makes you see start.

“ah! ah! ah! ‘k-kuna!!” you cry, each moan punctuated by a single thrust of his hips, the force of him rocking his cock inside you takes your breath away and leaves you aching for more. He has you bent over in front of him, plump ass on display while he pushes your back into a wicked arch. Cute little dimples adorn your lower back that he can’t help but press his thumbs into, further pushing you down and making you take every inch of his thick shaft. You feel your pussy latch onto his cock as if it were it’s life source, your knuckles turning white as you grip the pillow in front of you and shove your face in it to quiet your whorish screams of pleasure.

He growls, displeased at your attempts at hiding just how good he was making you feel. How dare you try to conceal how good your king makes you feel? He’s quick to grasp your hair, gripping at the base and lifting you upwards. You belt out a cry of pain, the sudden jolt of being pulled upward by your hair while he holds you tightly across your tummy makes you feel so disoriented, he has to give your pussy a few smacks to get your attention back to him, “if I have to stop what I’m doing again to make sure you don’t hide your pathetic pleas, you won’t be able to walk for a whole fucking week,”

He stills inside of you, impaling his monstrous cock deeper and deeper until it feels like he’s in your fucking throat. You know he’s waiting for you to respond, but he’s way too deep in your guts to even let the gasp of air out that you’ve been holding in your lungs. You start to shake around him helplessly, and he can’t help but laugh at how pitifully small you are to him—how easy it is to make you a submissive little whore, “awww what is it little one, cat got your tongue?”

His laugh bellows throughout his kingdom as he continues his attack on your pussy, gripping your throat now as he angles his hips upwards to piston his cock so deep inside you that it inadvertently silences your pretty moans.

And he does not appreciate that one bit.

“I told you not to hide your moans from your king. Now, you’re gonna take your punishment like a good slut—or else,”

YUTA -> LUST 🖤

Yuta’s always been dedicated to your pleasure—so much so that he refuses to acknowledge his own needs until you fall apart on his mouth and fingers.

He’ll take his sweet time with foreplay too, the longest time ever being an hour of him between your legs, making out with your pussy and fingering you to oblivion.

Absolutely despises it when you try and push him away—how could you deprive him of you, his most prized possession? If he even suspects that you’ll try and push him away from your pretty pussy, he’ll make sure to take some…preventative measures.

“Mmmm—what a pretty sight,” Yuta moans, palming himself through his jeans as he watches you try and wiggle out of the restraints. He’s got your wrists handcuffed above you, woven between the headboard to ensure you don’t squirm away while he has his fun.

You couldn’t help the pathetic whine that escapes your lips, wanting to break free from the cuffs so you could just touch him already, “yuta pleaseee! just wanna touch youuu~”

He coos at you, sympathetic towards your needs; after all, he’d beg too if he were in your position,“Not yet baby, need you to stay nice and still for me alright? Can you do that for me, lovey?”

He watches you nod your head, melting at the little pout that you give him when he starts to strip. Wide, eager eyes follow his movement, and you take note of his thick cock straining heavily against his boxers—just begging to be touched. You clench your thighs together as he walks towards you, settling himself between your thighs to face your vulnerable form. He’s grinning wickedly, gripping a thigh in each hand as he hoists your thighs over his shoulders—granting perfect access to your slick pussy.

“Already so wet fr’ me baby, gotta have a taste first,” he mumbles, trailing gentle kisses from your inner thigh up to where your cute little clit is hiding. His warm breath over your cunt makes you squirm in his arms, earning yourself a smack towards your inner thigh.

“That’s the only warning you get, so behave,” he scolds, wanting to enjoy the moment shared between him and your angelic pussy. You yelp at the harsh sting of his palm, and the sight of your pussy quivering makes Yuta indulge in his lust, tenfold.

“Keep your eyes on me love, want you to watch how wet this pussy gets fr’ me,”

CHOSO -> SLOTH 🖤

Choso is sloppy. Not in a way that makes him annoying or an inconvenience; oh no—he’s sloppy because of how obsessed he gets, especially when dealing with your pussy and with how messy you get.

He always takes his time with you, giving languid and lazy licks that make your cunt flutter ridiculously from the pressure his tongue provides. He doesn’t even tell you to sit on his face anymore, opting to simply hoist your naked hips above his face and plops you straight onto his awaiting tongue—loving how easy it is to access your slick and maneuver your hips.

Makes you cum super quick. Like, unreasonably quick. He’ll just keep going and going and going until you soak the sheets, reveling at the way your sweet cunny gushes for him.

“aahh- m’ g-gonna make a mess, chosoooo!!!” You cry loudly, unable to control the slick that squirts out from your pussy. He quickens his thrusts up into your pussy while rubbing your clit at the same, consistent pace but with much more pressure, much more vigor, and much more persistence. The black spots that start to sneak up in your vision a clear indication of your body losing its battle between pleasure and pain, slowly draining you of air as you start to pant heavily.

“Ughhhh fuckkk yessss love, that’s ittt!! Love when ya fuckin squirt on me like that, such a messy little slut fr’ me,” he groans loudly, fucking up into your pussy even harder by slamming your hips down with his other hand as you swivel your hips in circles. His tip rubs up into that spongy spot that makes intense pleasure shoot down from your head to your toes and inadvertently makes you squelch out even more jets of your essence as he keeps giving you powerfully sharp thrusts.

At this point—you’re long gone, you’ve ascended to heavens beyond this reality as choso continues to guide you through another soaking orgasm. Your breathing is unsteady, and you feel your head start to get dizzy over his persistent thrusts and his gentle rubs on your pulsating cunt. You’re shaking and shivering, whining and crying for him to ‘ease up’, to let you take a breather from all this pleasure.

Thankfully, choso is known to be a generous man that would do anything for his beloved. You feel him slow his thrusts down to a slower pace, lifting his upper body up to kiss your as he trails a hand to the nape of your neck. He holds your waist steady with his other hand and rubs it gently up and down your side, effectively grounding yourself back to him from almost losing consciousness.

But this time, choso had…other plans.

Once he feels you relax around his cock, he starts gyrating his hips up against yours again. A whimper escapes your lips as you try to squirm away from him. He chuckles, planting both his hands firmly on your waist and pushes you further down onto his cock. Your eyes shoot open and your back arches at just how deep his cock is reaching you, it felt like he was trying to fuck up into your cervix—the pleasure just too much for your poor pussy to handle.

And suddenly, he lifts your hips up and completely moves you off of his cock. The abrupt removal of his cock from your warmth makes you whimper from the lack of contact, feeling completely empty.

“Don’t look so sad baby, you’ll love this part,” he says, a tinge of playfulness laced in his words as he positions himself to lay flat on the bed. Before you can even question his intent, he picks you back up by your hips and places you smack down on his chest—princess pussy on perfect display for him.

In this position, choso can have as much fun as he wanted without having to overstimulate himself or overwork your body—to an extent, that is.

Your protests fall on deaf ears as he pushes you closer up to his face, and from the way he looks at you it makes you fall silent from sheer submission. He’s completely fixated on you, a vicious darkness clouded his eyes, daring you to question his authority in this very moment—right as he’s about to have his fill of you.

“Don’t try and run now, love. Come and ride my fuckin’ face,”

✧༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻✧

a/n: ahhhh I hope you guys liked this one!! I’m not really too sure how I did on this haha, I’d love to know what y’all think!! I also tried to format my blog a bit so now it should be easier to access some of my other works! 🥰

Likes, comments, follows, reblogs, and any other form of interaction is greatly appreciated <3 #supportcreators

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Helloo, I was wondering if it was alright for u to write a lucifer x male reader where the reader is also a powerful demon and goes with lucifer to visit Charlie in the dad beat dad episode, and Charlie is just like OMG i have two dads now, this is awesome

if u don't write for male reader, then feel free to change or ignore this lol

MY GAYDAR IS NEVER WRONG!

—Lucifer Morningstar x m! Reader

warnings: mentions of s*icide.

When Charlie called Lucifer, he was excited that his daughter wanted to invite him to see the hotel. He thought he would be able to handle it.

In fact, he did not.

The poor man had a complete mental breakdown as he over thought what would happen, how would he act around his daughter, what should he say, and etc.

So, he decided to ask for help and he just knows the right person for that.

His beloved boyfriend of one year, [y/n].

Backstory time,

Lucifer has been seeing and secretly dating the man for a year already, it took a while but he got charmed okay? [Y/n] is literally so charming, very handsome, very chivalrous.... And very tall...

And is a pianist.

Lucifer met [y/n] in a famous restaurant, that only elites or the rich can enter. [Y/n] so happens to own that restaurant.

The only reason he was there at that time was because the other seven deadly sins wanted to have a get together.

As the dinner with the other seven deadly sins progressed, Lucifer was enamored the whole night, his eyes staring at the tall and graceful man sitting in the middle of the restaurant as he played the piano for the guests so beautifully.

Asmodeus even teased him, making the king of hell blush.

That's where his frequent visit to the restaurant started.

Lucifer claims that he just wanted to listen to the man play and nothing else.

Of course, [y/n] noticed his frequent visits and decided to approach the smaller man.

Of course, Lucifer was cautious.

Lucifer was suspicious why the man looked more humane than others, aside from his sharp teeth.

Eventually, the two slowly got along and then slowly developed romantic feelings for each other.

They started telling each other their stories too.

Lucifer found out [y/n] was a pianist when he was still alive, he was born in the 1920's and died in 1945.

[Y/n] died as passionless artist, who lost his inspiration and will to live.

But despite all that, [y/n] managed to find his passion for music again in hell and despite the era he was born in, he managed to go with the flow of time.

Yes, he knows gen z slang 😭

He's got serious problems when it comes to saying "lmao" "purr" and "slay"

Anyways, after finding out and realizing why [y/n] is here is because the sin he committed is that he didn't appreciate the life was given to him and decided to take it away by his own hands.

Lucifer's caution around the man was gone and maybe, not all sinners are bad.

[y/n] confessed first and Lucifer reciprocated by giving the taller man a kiss (he had to pull down [y/n]'s tie okay?)

And Lucifer didn't regret it, [y/n] is a passionate lover. A green flag of all green flags.

“Why are you here? You're so nice, you shouldn't be here.”

“If I was up there, then I wouldn't have the pleasure of meeting you and calling you mine.” [y/n] said with a confused tone.

Unaware rizz.

This man, doesn't know how much his words affect Lucifer.

And the fact he can carry Lucifer bridal style and calls him his muse is the cherry on top.

Anyways, back to the scenario. I'm done with the backstory lmao

Lucifer decided to text [y/n] telling him about the situation, wanting emotional support as he's nervous going to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people.

He thought [y/n] wouldn't be able to come as the man got work but he was wrong as not 15 minutes later, [y/n] bursts through the door looking absolutely disheveled.

[y/n] ran like his life depended on it.

“My muse, I am hereeee...” the poor tall man wheezed out, hunched on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

Lucifer had to help the man out by using his wings to dry him up.

“Better?”

“Better, thanks my love.”

Lucifer had to explain the situation to him on the way to the hotel and [y/n] giving him peptalk after.

After arriving at the hotel, [y/n] stayed at the side while he watched Lucifer interact with the others.

He swore he heard the pink arachnid say, “Is anyone's gaydar going off right now?”

“It's just you, Angel.” the gray haired girl says with a deadpan.

After Charlie introduced the rest, she noticed the taller male companion who came with her dad. The male was just admiring the interior of the hotel.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

“So... Dad, how about you introduce me to your friend that you brought over?” Charlie asked, making the two males flinch in surprise.

[y/n] giggling as he watched the flustered look on Lucifer's face.

The two males just looked at each other, having a silent conversation.

“Do you want to tell her?” is what [y/n]'s facial expression says based on the raised eyebrow.

“I guess it's time to tell her.” Lucifer says through his facial expression, as a sigh left his lips.

The others just stared in silence as the two males looked at each other in silent conversation.

“Charlie, this is [y/n]... My... Significant other.”

After Lucifer introduced the unknown man, Charlie's jaw dropped.

So did the other's.

The only thing Charlie can think is “Holy shit, I'll have two dads.”

“SEE?! I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT MY GAYDAR IS POPPING OFF SINCE THEY ARRIVED”

It was a wild night. From the dad off, some loan sharks deciding to cause a mess. (Charlie has three dads now)

Do you guys want this as a series? I'm thinking of actually writing this concept because aihsjans it's so cutee and interesting 😭🤭

Also, I absolutely write for male readers as I myself is a man 🤭 aosjsi maybe I should write more Lucifer x male! Reader?

#hazbin hotel #lxkeee hazbin hotel masterlist #lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel x reader #lxkeee answers #lucifer morningstar #lxkeee updates

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bloop-bl00p · 2 months

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When you forget there’s sin in Seven Deadly Sins

[I guess this could be treated as part two of my rant about Hell’s ruling class.]

The Seven Sins are the embodiment of their vice, in a modern setting, they will probably be seeking to indulge in harmful activities themselves since they are immortal and can’t face consequences and influence others into falling into dangerous lifestyles. I can even see a scenario when each of them tries to make propaganda through the internet with platforms like Instagram or TikTok, like Beelzebub promoting Bezzle Juice except that it’s purposely made to be extremely addictive and one shot of it gets you hooked forever.

We’re gonna start with Lucifer, the only angel of the Seven. He’s a dreamer quirky cutie patootie with dePwezIOn that just wanted to give humanity Fwee Wil🥺.

What were Lucifer’s plans/dreams for humankind in the first place? He was dismissed as a troublemaker, okay…? What portrayed him as such? He’s a socially awkward silly guy but honestly, that’s all there is to his character. But I won’t get too deep with these questions maybe we’ll get more answers in Hazbin. However, what I can ask is…

How did Lucifer manage to find himself so close to The Garden of Eden? If I’m making something important I ain’t letting the petulant kid get close to it because… you know he might ruin it.

Elder or not Lucifer is still a Seraphim, did he not know that giving Free Will to humans would mess up everything? Even if HE didn't know what about the others? Were the angels even aware of Evil as a whole? If yes, why didn't they warn Lucifer before giving him access to Eden? Like “Hey dude the glowing red Tree in the middle of the Garden is bad news don’t let the mortals near it.” was it that hard?

Can someone explain to me how is this the embodiment of Pride? I personally don't see anything prideful in his attitude at all. Pride is the belief that you don’t need God in your spiritual journey, in a worst-case scenario, you think yourself above him. In the Bible, Lucifer was too Proud to bow before mankind and tried to overthrow God which led to his banishment. But since Viv totally changed the story and forgot to add the Pride elements, there’s nothing justifying Lucifer’s title as Pride incarnate.

TW: Mention of sexual assault/rape and a brief mention of other sexual practices.

Following with Asmodeus, why is he like this? Don't get me wrong, I can understand why he isn't a fan of rape as a whole, rape is rarely, dare I say never, about sexual craving, it’s about control. Val doesn't rape Angel Dust, and his employees because he feels needy, he assaults them because he knows that’ll break them psychologically and physically which makes them vulnerable to manipulation. Sexual assault as a whole is never about lust.

It makes sense if we drop out of the fact that Lust isn’t just physical but religiously speaking just an intense craving for something, like power or control. Viv took the easy way and reduced it to a physical craving so Asmodeus could be anti-rape I can’t blame her for that, it’s her ✨interpretation.✨

So Asmodeus is Pro Concent and it kinda makes sense. Since he’s the Prince of Lust, he technically should have influence over the culture in the Lust Ring and other species like Succubus should at least be weirded out by innuendo of non-consensual sex.

Well, shit.

“OooOoooOOH But Tiz is Not Rape!”

Compare the succubus’ abilities to aphrodisiacs and it all makes sense. Increasing someone’s libido without their consent alone is sexual misconduct proceeding to have sex with them later is rape. And it’s not the only instance of succubus assaulting people.

[Context: Ep3 S1, Verosika’s crew basically made condescending comments on how Moxie was cute and how they wanted to kiss him despite his discomfort and the fact that he mentioned being married. They still eventually kissed him by force and it was treated as a joke. “I care about male victims.” Sure we believe you.]

So Asmodeus is a hypocrite for giving succubus and incubus a way to get to Earth while knowing they are raping as many humans as possible.

“D3mOn @re BAAAAAAD Pweple So |t makse sense.☝️🤓”

I know, I wouldn’t complain that much if Asmodeus wasn’t painted as this cutie patootie lovely doe who is so in love with his lovely cute good boy partner.

Talking about partners, why does the Prince, no… why does LUST INCARNATE have ONE partner? The dude’s sex drive should be higher than the Olympus Mons and you’re telling me he doesn’t have a harem at disposition and he’s FAITHFUL?!! No free relationship, no hookups, no polyamorous relationship, and no mention of orgies he organizes to test the efficiency of his toys! Hell, we’re talking about Lust shouldn’t he be more inclined to have exhibitionist behavior (In recent episodes Lust’s citizens were desensitized about voyeurism so showing a bit of skin shouldn't be a problem)? Or, I don’t know, the ability to change his appearance and sex to appeal to a larger audience. Maybe the smoke secreted by his fire can serve as an aphrodisiac he only uses to put his partners in the mood (With their consent if she’s so attached to that idea.)

Viv, with two shows whose humor is mostly based on sex you certainly lack representations in terms of positive sexual activities, every time sex is mentioned in both of her projects it’s either a joke or diabolized. I’ve seen teens on Wattpad and AO3 writing foul smut with sexual practice so taboo it’ll make you gasp out loud! Take an example! (This was obliviously a joke but seriously, smut’s writers scare me with their tags.)

This leads us to Beelzebub, she’s supposed to be…. an animal tamer? She did not give off this vibe at all, she’s a party girl at best, stop saying things on Twitter Viv, and show it in your shows!

Is there a reason for her to be so nice? What do you mean you don’t want Bliztø to lose himself in alcohol and sex, you’re all about overindulgence. If anything she should actively invite people who are mentally distressed as they’ll be more willing to drink excessively in a “forget my life’s issues” type of way. This could also explain why so many people in her parties are minorities, Hellhounds and Imps are treated like shit by Hell’s society so being invited to one of Queen Bee’s parties will be a great honor and a way for them to forget how difficult their life is.

“E3RmS Actoualli, Bee ite the Viiiibe! S0 ze kant let Peple b3 s@d or ze will be sad too. ☝️🤓”

Ah… okay, still don't explain why she can’t be a bitch about it. Since she “eats the vibe” and feels for her people she could be affected by Blizt's destructive behavior and be absolutely furious someone is ruining her parties for her! Then she could have gotten to Loona and been like “Look your dad doesn't have the vibe I’m looking for so get him out unless you wanna learn what happen to party pooper.” implying that she will most likely kill him (or eat him) and that this isn't the first time she offed someone for that. But I guess we can make another EMBODIMENT OF SINS a decent girl, it’s Viv ✨interpretation.✨

Going forward with Mammon, Viv humanized the Sins mentioned up there, so you would think Mammon would also get the humanization treatment?

“T3re Is NOO g0od s|de to GrEed!!!!! 😡”

Okay.

What’s Greed, it’s a selfish desire for more than what you already have (money, fame, etc...) The mention of selfishness doesn’t give Greed a positive connotation but you forgot…. This is Viv ✨interpretation✨ she reduced Lust to craving sexual intimacy just so she could make Asmodeus Pro Concent. Beelzebub doesn't need food she eats the Viiiiibe so she can’t let people self-destruct! Here she’ll politely ask you to go away because she caaaaaares. And Lucifer isn’t Prideful at all.

She removed part of the definition of each Sins so she could make them good people and you’re telling me that she couldn't do the same for Mammon?!

“But H0w can ze posibli m@ke Greed Pozitif?”

If you remove the selfish aspect, Greed is wanting something more. There’s nothing wrong with that, like wanting more recognition, and more money when you’re poor. Mammon could have been this guy who worked himself at the top and his money could have been the fruit of his hard work.

So why, of all the Sins that got turned down was Greed the only one who got the “I’m pure Evil” treatment?

The Seven Deadly Sins aren't supposed to be decent beings. They represent the worst of what humanity can do and they are embodied by equally bad entities. With a setup as shitty as the Hellaverse, where there are little to no rules, slavery, classism, and drugs available everywhere I was expecting them to be a tad bit vicious, purposely making the life of everyone worse for their benefit. Mammon could have been the reason for this capitalist society as it’s the perfect environment to develop other sins and his. Yet, Beelzebub is friendly to the Hellhounds while letting them be treated like lesser than how we treat dogs. There’s even rehabs in Hell, Verosika and Barbie were in the same one.

Asmodeus will sue you if you rape someone unless you’re a succubus. Ironically he said that he’s against love potions when that’s literally what the succubus do with their abilities, get you in the mood without you knowing.

Lucifer is the number one silly guy and he even has an attraction parc for others to have fun.

I know it’s Viv ✨ interpretation✨ but you have to make it make sense. You can’t have demons this high-ranked being nice portray them as good people in the narrative when they are responsible for Hell being so unfair to the lower class.

As for the other sins…

Traditionally speaking Wrath isn't just unjustified violence but hatred and a desire for revenge. I think that’s one of the main reasons Satan and Lucifer are treated as the same person as Lucifer is both prideful, hates God, and seeks revenge. I don't see how Viv’s Satan could be vengeful as they were no war with Heaven to begin with.

Envy isn’t wanting something that someone else has (it’s jealousy), it’s hating someone because they have something that you don’t. Which often results in trying to make the life of this person worse but that’s another thing. I didn't see anything about Sloth and judging by the Sloth Ring, Beelphagor is going to be medical-themed, we know he makes drugs and has a brand of anti-depressant named “Happy Pills.” (Nothing to do with the circus aesthetic she was going for.)

I don’t know if Viv really has a good grasp of what these Sin are traditionally as she claims but we have to see in future episodes. My guess is no.

#anti vivziepop #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #hazbin hotel critique #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical

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kadextra · 8 months

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I was thinking about which seven deadly sins our 3 demons show the most traits of, so here’s an analysis :D

q!Mouse, pride & maybe sloth? pride for obvious reasons, she’s very proud of her demon heritage, and of herself. sloth because I remember her mentioning how she really likes getting what she wants without having to do much

q!Tina, wrath & envy. wrath is hatred, and she has a lot of self-hate about being a demon, showing that by self-destructively filing down her horns. when angered she will dip into her “demon voice” and make these super unhinged violent threats. she acts envious, selfish, and possessive over what she deems as hers, often being people- she literally got jealous over the sun touching her girlfriend’s skin like??

q!Bad, gluttony/greed/wrath. he has that infamous gluttonous appetite, always wondering if he can eat something. I think it applies here as gluttony for pain/punishment too, working so hard to help others even if doing so causes him pain and suffering. (plus he has moments of imagining masochistic scenarios) he’s greedy, with a desire for More whether it be collecting all the items, being rich, etc. and if he lets loose, he becomes wrathfully bloodthirsty + also very self-destructive like with the soul vultures

#qsmp #qsmp mouse #qsmp tina #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp analysis #I need to know more about qmouse’s character #tell me more pls ironmouse

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yarrayora · 6 months

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shilling for servamp again but one of the great things about it is the depiction of seven deadly sins. sure, the characters who represent the sins turn out to be the victims of said sins have been done thousands of times before BUT

the vampire of sloth died because he was falsely accused of a crime he didnt do. what's the crime? well, it's implied to be rape, but that sounds more lust than sloth, isn't it? wrong. the sloth in this scenario, or rather accurately, acedia, is the fact that the villagers knew who the real culprit was, but decided to keep quiet because they owed the culprit's parents and let the yet to be vampire of sloth volunteered to take the blame without knowing what the crime was truly about

he died because of other people's negligence to take responsibility of their deeds, and that makes him a victim of sloth

the vampire of gluttony is depicted as someone who eats a lot but how did he die? starvation, perhaps? wrong. he was a slave that was made to fight in an arena meant to mimic the Colosseum of old and he was the spectators' favorite and even the owner admitted he was the winning horse that made the money rolled in.

he gave a portion of his food to a fellow slave, a young girl whose job was to clean the champion's cage, and ended up witnessing her getting beaten up for it in the middle of a fight, distracting him and making him lose his life.

so what's the gluttony in this situation? gluttony is the sin of hoarding wealth. he was their moneymaker, their champion, but the one who had the privilege to spend what he earned was his owner. and he died because he dared to share what little meal he had to someone else who needed it just as badly as he did

#servamp #servamp analysis #sleepy ash #servamp ildio #servamp kuro #kuro servamp

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olinblogin · 11 months

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LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

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. . . PAINTING NAILS (BY FORCE)! featuring mephistopheles!

contains! . . . lowercase writing, obey me! shall we date?, some swearing here and there, mephistopheles being a little jerk, probably ooc! mephistopheles cuz idk much about his character-, mc is a human-ram hybrid (having ears, horns, and some other characteristics and traits of a ram), mc is gender neutral, mc is strong?, mephisto being rammed over 💀 (no mepmep was injured in the making of this scenario), does "bloody hell" count as swearing?, got too lazy during the ending so it's kinda rushed 😔, mentioned the demon brothers, simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon! notes! . . . an idea by me and good ol' buddy @ringdabel during a chat of ours that switched from talking about satan to his nails to the other characters to the painted nails of all the obey me characters (except for the angels, mephistopheles, and solomon)👍👍

mephistopheles feels like he ran a marathon but then he has the urge to run another mile because— bloody hell, why is that puny human exchange student so fast?

he, as a noble, never needed to run as much as he would need to in his whole life of existing. already having dozens of quite expensive cars in the ready to transport him with a snap of his fingers—but for some reason mephistopheles felt like running on foot like as if cerberus is hot on his tail was a good option.

wrong.

while most humans don't have much stamina and speed in the first place unless they train hardly for it, from what he had read, there's some others that are given the gift of incredible speed or the natural ability of endurance and stamina. rarely, even both.

and clearly enough—this peasant human, the HUMAN who managed to gain the pacts of all of the seven deadly sins AND survive a whole year in a realm where demons roam and most more likely to eat humans—was this close to snatching the tail cape of his attire off.

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHI—”

(well, the said human was turned into a human-ram hybrid when they were transferred to devildom in the first place, so that might've made their speed increase a bit more than an average human's speed—being half ram, after all).

“STOP chasing me, you human peasant!” he makes a sharp turn around a corner, letting his legs take him to demon-lord-knows-where, “i am NOT letting some rubbish paint be applied on my fingernails!!”

with loud yelling responding from behind his back, you declared, “NOT UNTIL YOU COMMIT TO HAVING YOUR NAILS BE PAINTED!!”

mephistopheles doesn't dare to look behind as he kept running in different directions, seemingly beginning to be out of breath when his pace grows irregularly.

the chase eventually doesn't last as long as he expected it to be when he was cornered in a room and then suddenly got rammed to the ground and was pinned down by the forced added weight on his chest, leaving him no other choice than to give up or attempt to resist it.

“KEEP YOUR FLITHY HANDS OFF OF ME!!” a low growl rumbles from his throat with his gritted teeth shown while he attempts to thrash around but you somehow prevent the demon from moving by holding him firmly, restraining his head by wrapping your dominant arm around the noble's neck as you pin down his arms with the other arm of yours.

“not until you let me paint your nails.”

“tch. why is getting my fingernails painted such a big deal to you, human?!” scoffing in disbelief at your insistence, the magenta-haired male tries pushing your body off his back but you don't budge a bit by your stubbornness.

damn, how come you're strong too? aren't humans supposed to be weak?!

“because,” you start, bringing a gloved hand of his closer to you as you inspect it, “doesn't lord diavolo have painted nails? heck, even barbatos and the seven brothers have their nails painted.”

ending your sentence with a determined toothy grin and one of your ram ears flicking a bit, you added, “besides, i think you'll look great with green-ish teal nail polish.”

mephistopheles clicked his tongue at that following a slight eye roll, scowling when you touched the dark patch of the back of his hair, “so? it'll be covered up when I wear my gloves either way, so it's useless and a waste of time.”

“...”

after a bit of eventual bickering, pleading, and some reluctance, mephisto finally agrees to your begging persuading with a, “... fine. but be quick about it though.”

turns out, painting your nails is a long, time-consuming process.

currently inside your room in the house of lamentation (who knows how you sneaked him inside without alerting the others), different nail polishes of varied colors were placed aside as both of you sat comfortably on your bed. as you held his now naked hand (after you told him to take his glove off) while carefully painting his nails in a cool green-ish teal color after prepping them and adding a base coat to make the pigment look better in the outcome, the demon sat in front of you with his legs folded underneath his thighs while resting his buttocks on the heels of his feet, his left arm outstretched to you.

during the mostly silent process, mephistopheles' black eyebrows were furrowed with his chin held slightly upwards as his eyes narrowed with skepticism and they held slight impatience but he didn't say anything. until now.

“why'd you want me to wear nail polish?... human.” his voice trailed off for a second, watching you finish painting his middle finger's nail before moving onto the next digit. response to the question, you shrugged your shoulders.

“don't know. the thought of you not wearing nail polish like the others irritated me—though simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon also don't wear nail polish either; so im gonna do their nails next after you.”

“by ramming into them?”

“no, but you were running away from me so i had no other choice.”

eventually, you finished painting all of the nails of his left hand and let him inspect the finished product before doing his other hand—observing the slightest changes in his expression while you waited for his acknowledgment.

“...”

“...” blinking at his freshly painted fingernails, mephistopheles doesn't speak out loud while he examines his teal-colored nails in silence.

then his eyes, hued a gradient of pear green and chartreuse, glanced up to stare back at you with the slightest satisfaction before darting to the side as the slightest flush appears on his cheeks and the demon nods his head at you slightly.

“... it looks awful.”

taken off guard, you took full offense to this unpleasant reaction. “excuse me? bitch, I took the time to chase you down, ram into you, paint your nails for a painstakingly long time, and this is how you thank me?”

“well i— ... i think it's alright.. i guess.” slightly startled by the sudden shift of attitude, he finally replies that gives you some satisfactory and the demon moves his hand to remove the other glove that his right hand is still wearing until he was eruptedly halted by you grabbing his wrist. “don't,” you firmly told him, dragging it to you and lightly tugged at the edge of his glove, “let the nail polish on your other hand set first for about one to two (1-2) hours before you do anything with it. now, may i?”

the demon's eyelids widened at the extended amount of time before they relaxed and he nodded with his ears turning slightly reddish at the last sentence, giving you permission to take off his glove for him—which you did, peeling it off from his wrist to the fingertips.

with his hand now bare, you begin doing the same prepping process like you did to his other hand before applying nail polish—letting the base coat set for two minutes beforehand and then, painting on the teal colored polish with patience and precise precision; not allowing the green apple-eyed demon to move from his spot (meanwhile, he was just uncharacteristically quietly observing while you worked on his nails—not that he'd admit it to your face or anything).

eventually after a long time, completing the progress of painting mephistopheles' green-ish teal nails and the drying process, you were finished.

after putting your supplies away, you sigh in relief as you flop backwards onto the soft mattress of your bed with your arms sprawled out—not paying attention to the magenta-haired noble in front of you—and closed your eyes.

“finally...” you murmur, making the demon glance at you with an arched eyebrow, “you were a pain in the ass to begin with but at least im finished.”

this ticked off mephistopheles quite a bit, “oi, oi, oi... i stayed completely still for you, peasant! is this how you react after pestering me to paint my nails?!”

“yeah, yeah... whatever.. you can kindly get out of my room now before any of the brothers—especially lucifer—find you, goodnight.”

“h- hey! don't just order me around like you can, human!- OI!!! don't ignore me!! AND DON'T FALL ASLEEP EITHER!!”

“zzZzzZzzzzzZzz...”

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