The Wages of Sin – Chapter 2
Isagi/Various, Teen (for now), 6500 words
Demon AU and the usual content warnings that would entail. Currently features nagisagi but more pairings will be added.
Those gray, indolent eyes narrowed by a fraction. "Don't take me for a fool." One of Nagi's hands came up to the side of Yoichi's head, fingers sliding through his hair and then gripping tight, angling his face up. The demeaning hold ignited Yoichi's reflex to bat him away, but he was halted mid-motion by another fetter looping around his free wrist and pulling taut. Locked together, Nagi's touch gentled into something almost affectionate as his soft voice threatened, "There's no formal contract yet. I could still eat you instead."
The whiplash intimacy layered with the foreboding words made Yoichi shiver, different from the usual discomfort that irked him when someone took liberties. This is bad, he thought. But the way that Nagi looked at him with intent fixation, and the covetous touch of his hand that didn't suit the sin of Sloth, seemed to put them in the same boat.
send me a ship and a word and i will write a headcanon and/or short oneshot about the word
ship: nagisagi
word: kissing
They're soft. They make me feel soft. This was cute. Thanks for the request!
unedited as always~
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Every time it happened, it was almost like an afterthought. Nagi’s eyes sparkled in remembrance, like he suddenly remembered they were dating, and that he was allowed to do it whenever he wanted to.
It always came out of nowhere too, because Nagi had 0 sense of timing, and just did it whenever he wanted to, rather than when it logically made sense.
But Nagi himself didn’t logically make sense, and he ran on emotion and instinct and the cues from other people. So when he told Isagi he kissed him because he looked like he wanted to be kissed, it totally and completely made sense, because maybe he did. Maybe he wanted to be kissed a million times more, because kissing Nagi was easy and calm and often the most relaxing thing he did all day.
Nagi’s kisses were lazy, and often missed the center of his mouth by half an inch, kissing him first on the corner of his mouth and his cheek to catch his attention. Nagi wasn’t demanding, and he let Isagi stop when he wanted to, because even kissing for 30 seconds was enough. He always smiled when Isagi pulled away, because of course he was happy. Oh so pleased with himself as he laid there, content to let Isagi play with the soft waves of hair surrounding his face while he smiled up at him.
Isagi always completely forgot the train of their conversation, distracted as he was by the sudden and intimate display of affection from Nagi. Nagi never remembered either, but Isagi was sure he hadn’t even been paying attention to what he was saying in the first place.
The only thing he remembered was the feeling of Nagi’s hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet him, or the feeling of Nagi’s slightly chapped lips, soft and wet as he had licked them just before requesting the kiss.
Isagi could never complain, because if it was so unimportant that he forgot it so quickly, then it really didn’t matter.
What really mattered, was Nagi’s soft smile, and the way the pads of his fingers felt against his cheek as Nagi reached up to him again, content to lay in his lap asked he asked, this time with a little more warning and grace, if they could kiss some more before Isagi started talking again.
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Nagi lends Isagi his phone to play a game while sharing the earphone together. Isagi is really bad at the game, but Nagi lets him play it because seeing Isagi’s flustered face when he lost is really amusing to him.
send me a ship and a word and i will write a headcanon and/or short oneshot about the word
Ship : Nagisagi
Word : Rainy Day
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A quiet afternoon, punctuated only by the sounds of the rain hitting the window and the soft groan of Nagi’s snores. Nagi had not roused for more than 10 minutes today, lulled back to sleep as soon as he awoke by the soothing sound of the rain.
Every couple hours or so, Isagi would wander back into their bedroom, checking to see if maybe, possibly this time Nagi would be awake, lazily scrolling on his phone as he waited for Isagi to return to him again. But once again, even though it was nearly 3 pm, Isagi opened the door to nothing more than the sounds of sleep. A small fan, rotating on the floor to fill the room with ambient noise, and the rise and fall of Nagi’s breathing as he cuddled a pillow to his chest and drooled away onto their sheets.
Isagi smiled fondly, really not wanting to wake him but knowing he would have to deal with Nagi awake at 2 am if he did not, before wandering over to the bed. Sitting beside him, Isagi ran a hand over Nagi’s broad back, seeing if a simple touch would wake him.
Of course, he couldn’t be so lucky. Nagi rolled his shoulders under his hands and sighed, content with the contact, but did not open his big eyes to join the world of the living. Isagi shook his head with a sigh, expecting nothing less of his lump of a boyfriend.
Brushing his hair away from his forehead, Isagi stroked Nagi’s head, petting his messy bed hair down before calling his name.
“Sei…Seishiro. Come on, time to wake up.”
Nagi groaned, hearing Isagi’s voice though he pretended not to, screwing his eyes shut as he hugged his pillow tighter.
“Five more minutes…please…” Nagi whined, fighting back as Isagi tried to pull the blankets away from his body.
“No can do, Sei. The day is already well past half over. Gotta wake up…”
Nagi was always so hard to get out of bed. On a good day he was lazy, taking a number of alarms and pokes from Isagi to get out of their room and moved on to his day. But on days like this, when the world was cool and gray and no responsibilities called to him, Nagi was as immovable as a boulder, and Isagi so often found himself giving in to the strength of Nagi’s stubbornness.
Nagi whined again, arms reaching out to grab nothing as Isagi pulled his pillow away from him. Isagi almost immediately realized his mistake, however, as the arms that were so warm and tight around the pillow wrapped around his waist.
Grabbing Isagi tightly, Nagi used his superior strength to roll them both over, pulling Isagi into bed with him, forcing him down as Nagi decided on his next item to cuddle. Isagi protested, pushing against Nagi’s chest, but the battle was soon lost as Nagi settled his head on Isagi’s shoulder, nuzzling in with a content huff. It wasn’t long before Nagi’s light snores reach his ears again, the older man always finding it so easy to fall asleep in any position.
Isagi cursed as he tried to pry Nagi’s fingers off of his torso, his efforts proving fruitless as Nagi tightened his grip with each wiggle of Isagi’s body. Trying to relax, Isagi hoped to slip out of Nagi’s hold at some point, but the more he tried to escape, the further Nagi rolled on top of him in his sleep.
And god, Nagi was heavy. By the time Isagi decided that he was trapped here until Nagi woke again, Nagi was halfway on top of him, one of his legs holding down his hips, while his arms and upper body weighed down his chest. Nagi’s body was warm, however, the soft fleece of his hoodie holding in his body heat until Isagi felt the call of a nap also tugging at his eyelids.
He fought it for as long as he could, not wanting to fall asleep in the same way as Nagi, but knowing that he couldn’t do much more about it. Really though, he rationalized, it didn’t really matter… Maybe Nagi had the right idea after all… A day-long afternoon nap on a rainy weekend…. What could be more perfect than that?
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After witnessing the heinous propaganda in episodes 160 and 161 woobifying the Golden Dawn after they so heavily discriminated against Yuno, I wrote this gay piece of fluff in order to actively combat Studio Pierrot’s propaganda with my own, gay ass agenda. Enjoy! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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It’s YunoAsu, with a bunch of side ships namely: YamiJack, Zorsch, MagLuckgil, NoeHono, and a bunch of family and friendship stuff
the idea was that Asta likes writing long letters home to Hage and I’m like, what if Asta wrote stories in his spare time to help him process everything that happens to him
a story within a story
Vanessa meddles (well-meaning, ofc, but it was a bad decision)
idk, i thought it was a fun idea, so if you like any of that go ahead and give it a read
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“The longer he stares at the man in the mirror, the more malice burns inside of him. Just the mere sight brings an unpleasant bitterness to his tongue. He wanted that man gone. He could feel his heart gradually beating fast. The voice in his head went from a low whisper to a harsh hiss, ‘Go away, go away, go away, go away,’ they all speak.”
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