Choso might be 150 years old, but that didn't mean anything regarding his actual age. I mean, he lived most of those years as merely an unconscious cursed fetus. He's only been actually alive and aware for... what, two or three years? Probably even less but who's counting...
Not to mention he spent a significant amount of time in the company of Kenjaku, Jogo and Mahito - not the best people to learn humanity and humane behavior from.
So, he mostly relied on his instincts and what he saw from others, when it came to such things as physical affection.
He didn't ask the others to explain things to him, even when he really wanted them to. He knew that most of the things he questioned were probably natural for them, so he thought it'd be weird to interrogate them about them.
That's when you come in.
You've always noticed his confusion and struggles when it came to "acting proper" or the basics of human etiquette, and knew exactly why. But instead of addressing it to him straight on, pointing it out and potentially embarrassing him, you've learnt when to quietly slip by and subtly explain these things to him.
So, by now, it was only natural for Choso to ask you when he had any questions about the behavioral aspects of things going on around him.
"What's the point of that?"
"Hm?"
"What's the point of that?" He repeated.
You two were sitting down on a bench in the garden of Jujutsu High, as you watched the other students carry on with their own things - some just chatting, some playing around, while others still training.
What Choso was talking about in particular right now, was Maki and Panda. Maki - still as ever - has been training for hours now, when she finally decided to chill out. As soon as she put away her sword, Panda was on her, hugging her tight to his chest, much to the girl's dismay.
"The hugging?"
"Yeah."
"Have you never hugged anyone?"
"I have... I think."
"Right." By this, you already knew that whenever it was that he hugged someone, he probably did it after some near-death experience.
"Some people like to hug others a lot, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You hug the others a lot. But I just don't see why it's so good."
"It isn't good for everyone. Some like it, some don't." You tried explaining. "You probably only hug those who you love, so, it's like, a nonverbal show of love or affection."
"I love my friends. And I love my family too."
"Yeah, I know you." It was quite hard to ignore how he was probably one of the most loving people you've ever met, even if he wasn't technically fully human.
"It just feels awkward... When do I hug someone? I thought you only do that on special events but some seem to be hugging all the time."
"Yeah, well- you just have to figure that out for yourself. With people who don't enjoy the physical closeness, yes, only on special occasions. But others, who like hugs, will enjoy them no matter the time." You tried wording it, though it was surprisingly difficult explaining something that was so natural for you.
"Hm..." He fell silent after that, deep in thoughts by the looks of it. "Do I even like it? What if I don't?"
"Maybe you don't. But there's nothing with that." You said with a shrug.
Then, out of nowhere, you felt arms wrapped around you. It was him, of course. You could only assume he was hugging you so suddenly to try and figure out if he even likes hugs to begin with.
"Sorry. I didn't even ask if you like hugs.." Though, despite his apology, he still hasn't let go.
"No, it's okay. I do."
"Oh, okay, good... I think I do too." He remarked quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm..."
Ever since that, it's like you've created a monster — one you don't actually dislike having around, at all. He's tried hugging the others, too.
First Panda, who gladly took him in, maybe even a little too enthusiastically. Then there was Yuji, who, after he accepted, almost made him cry by just that (he just lives his lil' bro so much). But by a far margin, it was you who he hugged the most.
It was like he was addicted instantly. He just felt so wanted, secured and cared for when you wrapped your arms back around him, but even if you didn't, holding onto you, and placing a little of his weight onto you was such a reliving feeling.
You've also introduced him to the concept of cuddling, and how it's different from hugging. You tried explaining how it's a somewhat more intimate way of showing affection and way less casual than hugging. Not that that stopped him from being all over you, even in this new form of affection, too.
Safe to say, Choso was a sucker for physical affection.
A/N: okay but the concept of clingy Choso and clueless Choso has been living in my mind rent free he's so fvcking cute oh my God imgonnaeathim
This is SUPER self-indulgent and something I've always wanted to dive into more (ᵕ—ᴗ—) | MDNI!
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Featuring: The Demon Bros | 2.7k words
CW: BDSM, public sex, monster fucking, primal sex, breeding kink, threesome mention for Beel and Belphie, glove kink in Lucifer's part, Oviposition and diphallia in Levi's part, rough sex, sex toys, aphrodisiac, using horns as handlebars, (im)proper use of pact, face sitting in Beel's part, slight degrading kink and yandere tendencies in Belphie's part
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Lucifer:
❤︎ As if Lucifer wasn't intimidating enough in his human form. but he looks significantly bigger, his feathered wings only emphasizing his imposing figure. When he's got you on your back and he's on top of you, his wings wrap around you two like a protective shell.
❤︎ His gloved hands grip you tighter, his nails almost peeking out to scratch at your skin. It's practically a given that him and the rest of his brothers are incredibly prone to marking you up, but the urge is a hundred times stronger when in their demon form. Which does mean they have to be more cautious with the way they mark you.
❤︎ One thing Lucifer loves to do in his demon form is have you in a full nelson while facing a mirror. It's a great display of your blissed out face that he's obsessed with, his arms holding you up, and his large wings outstretched.
❤︎ On that note, his wings are sensitive but he hates how easily he folds when you touch them. If you run a finger across his spine, he shivers and gasps deliciously. Lucifer may not be prone to subbing in his demon form, but he tries to be gentle and let you take over if you really wanted to.
❤︎ He'd groan so sensually if you gripped his horns as you rode him. It makes his whole body tense and his wings flutter weakly. They aren't the best to grab onto to use as handlebars compared to the others, but it's such a good way to get him to give you control. Lucifer's not the type to act bratty about it, but he does sulk when he realizes you've got him wrapped around your finger despite being in this powerful form.
Mammon:
❤︎ Mammon's got you sitting on his lap as you trace the markings on his chest and abdomen. He gets so cocky as he thrusts up to hit a specific spot that has you gripping his body for support. He melts at all the praise you shower him with, but hides it with a pleased smirk. "Heh, 'course yer saying that about THE Great Mammon!"
❤︎ It shouldn't be much of a surprise but he's a lot greedier in this state. Mammon's going down on you until your eyes are brimming at the edges with tears from overstimulation. And even then, it still feels like he isn't satiated. What would be incredibly hot to him is if you gripped his hair or his horns at the base and tugged. It makes Mammon straight up whimper into your body, which in turn makes you shiver in pleasure.
❤︎ Unlike Lucifer, he's more willing to sub for you. His wings aren't that sensitive, but he doesn't want you roughly handling them as it hurts more than it turns him on. Mammon's usually such a good boy, but he might end up getting a little impatient and climbing on top of you. That's when you can give him a command to stay still where he obeys, sitting there until you give him orders on what to do again.
❤︎ Mammon looks so cute under you with hopeful eyes, begging desperately to let him cum, but you always pull your hand back or use the pact to prevent him from cumming at the last second. This makes his wings twitch in irritation, but he knows better to refuse an order or else he won't get to cum at all that night.
❤︎ One of his favourite positions is where he's behind you, he's obsessed with gripping your hair while pounding you against the hood of his car or on his mattress. Either choice will let him mark you from behind, letting everybody know who you really belong to. With how greedy he gets with his bites and kisses, your whole back and lower body will be aching the next day. Mammon only responds with a sheepish, yet prideful giggle and a half-assed apology. "Heh, sorry not sorry, MC."
Leviathan:
❤︎ He's especially kinky in this form, mostly because he gets his ideas from the kind of... anime he watches. But with how knowledgeable he is, Levi knows how to provide a comfortable experience for you and makes sure the both of you know the risks. With his two dicks, it does mean twice the pleasure for the two of you as well. Also, his horns wouldn't make the best handlebars as they're pointier and there isn't much of a base you can grab. They do look very cool, though.
❤︎ He's probably the only one out of the seven of them that you can have COMFORTABLE tail sex with. It acts as a tentacle that he can control surprisingly well, thrusting up into you and even curling to hit those sweet spots. The feel of it is comfortable to grind against as well, sometimes Leviathan will have you hump his tail while he's busy with something, usually a game that he can't just quit right away.
❤︎ Cockwarm him while watching anime together. You can rest your head on his chest while you watch, and his heart is hammering under your ear. You can also tell when he's losing control and wanting to thrust into you by the way his tail lashes behind him and his breathing sounds less like himself, almost raspier.
❤︎ Levi fantasizes about breeding you, and if his anatomy is like an aquatic mythical creature, that would mean oviposition. Of course, he'd never do it without your consent. He does just feel the need so badly, especially with his sin of envy being elevated like crazy. If you let him release in your mouth, he has to hold himself back from going too rough or cumming too fast, as cumming inside you in any way makes him get so possessive. The smell of one of his brothers on you gets him angry as well.
❤︎ He would LOVE it if you used the pact on him while he's subbing. Poor Levi struggles with releasing too fast or he's just really unsure if he's making you feel good. With a few simple words invoking the pact, you could make him cum nonstop or not at all, which has him screaming your name, his tail thrashing before wrapping around your waist or wrist.
Satan:
❤︎ Satan can get unintentionally rougher during sex, but makes up for it with phenomenal aftercare. He has to be more careful with his barbed tail as he can't have it thrashing around or wrapping around your body. It can cause a lot of damage and he prefers not to have you bleeding out with just a little flick of his tail. So even in the bedroom, Satan has to keep his tail wrapped around his leg or curled up carefully in the air. If he's in a good mood, it's in the form of a question mark or swaying slowly in contentment.
❤︎ He's probably one of the only brothers most prone to entering their demon form during the act, just because he gets so emotional and passionate. So if he's angry, it's more likely you two are doing it in his demon form. Satan gets handsy and ends up leaving rough bite marks that somehow don't break the skin. He's also into a bit of impact play and sensory deprivation a bit more in this state, which includes things like spanking and shibari.
❤︎ Satan's horns can make good handlebars, especially if you use an underhand grip. It gets him acting incredibly feral. His groans almost sound like a scream as he tries to muffle his noises in your neck. His nails dig into your shoulders or waist, leaving crescent marks into your skin. It feels so good in the moment, but you both know it's going to be pretty sore in the morning or when you're taking a bath to recover.
❤︎ With how often he might be angry in his demon form, Satan might get bratty if he's subbing. Like he's pushing his backside into your hips or trying to get you to fuck him by whining constantly. If only you could grab his tail and give it a good tug to make him yelp. If you do manage to find a good, safe way to grasp his tail, pull on it a little to make him whimper, making him second guess trying to act bratty again for a while.
❤︎ Satan may like pretending to be disobedient, but he'd look up at you like a kitten who got scolded if you actually got mad at him. He'd give you full control over him and let you grab him anywhere you wanted as he fucked you or as you fucked him. He may pout at you for edging him, but his tail whips back and forth excitedly each time you pull away from him before he can cum.
Asmodeus:
❤︎ Doing it with Asmodeus would be like being affected by an aphrodisiac 24/7. Almost like his seductive power has increased tenfold just by being in his presence. You can't get enough of Asmo and it makes him very excited at how easily you lose your composure. Asmo states it as a matter-of-factly, like you were meant to be obsessed with him like this. There isn't much of a difference in his behaviour in his demon form, but it's more of how it ends up affecting you.
❤︎ There isn't a position or toy that he wouldn't use, and with how much stamina the Avatar of Lust has, he's only stopping once you get too tired. Most times, he has you up against a mirror you or on top of him so he can shower you with endless praise as his hands run along your body. He usually pinches your nipples with delicacy, letting out a sweet giggle as you arch against his body.
❤︎ Asmo's horns make for the best handlebars as they're easy to grip without your wrists or hands being sore afterwards. He encourages you to grab them as hard as you can too, whether you're riding him or fucking him from behind roughly. He lets out high-pitched moans and mewls, urging you on further. If you give his wings a nice and firm massage, it gets him so close to cumming that you can end up doing that to get him to finish instead. He's got unlimited stamina, so you could probably do that until he gets bored, seeing if he can do the same to you.
❤︎ Asmodeus would love it if you used the pact in the bedroom with him as it gives him a chance to show you how good he can beg. He looks so damn pretty too, tears running down his face, letting out angelic sobs, pathetically attempting to grab you, begging repeatedly in his sweet voice... But he'd probably be disappointed if you gave him what he wanted immediately. Almost like he's testing how much you can resist his pleas for more.
❤︎ There's nothing too different about his appearance, but you swear there's something different about his tongue and fingers. When Asmo goes down on you, you cannot get enough. His mouth is like desire itself, his tongue managing to reach depths that shouldn't be possible with any ordinary person. But this is the Avatar of Lust we're talking about, and it's his life mission to get you obsessed with him just as much as he is with you.
Beelzebub:
❤︎ Beel has to be even more careful in his demon form since he has to hold back his gluttonous instinct on a much higher level. But it does also work in your favour. He gets lost in the taste of you so fast, it makes you see stars just a couple minutes in. His grip is also much tighter on you, just enough to leave visible bruises. Beel gets too excited, he doesn't even realize... Sometimes you'll end up walking funny just from how much he was biting at your thighs or your legs in general.
❤︎ His wings don't move much and aren't as sensitive, so touching them wouldn't do as much as you'd hope. But it's also not unpleasant for Beel when you touch them, so you can include it in a back massage, which could lead to his arousal if you play your cards right. He's a bit more sensitive where the base of his wings meet his skin, so rack your nails along there and it's sure to get his breathing heavy.
❤︎ Food is the last thing on his mind, instead treating you like his last meal. He would go down on you like he's starved, and no matter how much you weigh, he's gonna have you sitting on his face. It doesn't matter if it crushes him, as if he'd mind going out that way. Beelzebub's a messy eater as well, not even bothering to wipe his face covered in your juices and his saliva.
❤︎ His horns would make decent handlebars as well as long as you reach for the middle part, closer to the tips than the base. They also don't appear to be thick, so your fingers may be outstretched more than what should be comfortable. Beel would prefer if you roughed him up in other ways, like attempting to manhandle him. He'd feel bad seeing you try to take control for him, so subbing comes by pretty easy.
❤︎ If you go down on him, it takes a lot of willpower for him to not grip your shoulders or head too tight, no matter how good it feels. Dig your nails into his thighs, suck on him hard, do anything rough with him and it gets him riled up like crazy. Combine this with Belphie at your hips and teasing you from behind and it'll be total bliss.
Belphegor:
❤︎ As if his yandere tendencies weren't prominent enough in the bedroom... He's actually more prone to angry sex than Satan. Belphie's more possessive in this form, his tail lashing out erratically as he pounds into you, your face buried in his pillows. He doesn't like the idea of smelling anybody else on you other than him or Beel, so the times you end up doing it in this form is usually out of jealousy.
❤︎ His tail isn't comfortable to hold or have wrapped around you, so Belphegor has to settle with having it curled up or swaying above him so it can't hit you. But he would tease you with it ever so slightly, like brushing the tip of his tail against your skin or even gently swatting at you with it. If it weren't for the thorny parts, you could've gripped it and tugged on him to make him whine so pathetically.
❤︎ Belphie's much more awake in this form, so the positions he'd be in would be on top of you. If he's on the bottom, it's only because he'd have more control over how you move on his cock from above. Positions like missionary would be his go-to's as he can watch your every reaction and see your eyes roll back, hear his name leave your lips that're struggling to form words.
❤︎ His horns wouldn't be the best handlebars as they're so curly. But you should firmly grasp him at the base and tug hard, it gets him near tears almost instantly. In fact, if he's being extra annoying and bratty, feel free to use the pact on him. You can order him to keep his hands behind his back so you could pleasure him but he can't touch you in return. He grimaces and bares his fangs at you, but his cute little whimpers and the way his hips buck to meet your hands let you know his gaze holds no malice.
❤︎ Belphegor lets up on the possessiveness a bit more if Beelzebub is also involved, satisfied with watching you writhe as they both pleasure you at the same time. He likes being behind you most of the time, spanking you lightly as you take Beel's cock down your throat. Sometimes he's got a firm grip of your waist as you take in Beel, whispering praise in a mocking manner. "Does this feel good, hm? Having both of us fuck you, you dirty little human?"
Your f/o notices things about you! They notice when you’re off or down, they notice when you’re sad or scared, they notice when you’re excited or proud! They’re paying attention!
Oh hey! If you're still doing the color palette thingy, I'd love to see Solomon in either #11 or #37. Something about seeing him in pink and blue, I dunno, sounds really nice lol
Every once and a while I think of om Satan and the things I would do to him
Soft doming Satan while where a Neko maid costume tho
Like he def gets the wrong idea at first and then flip the script
Now he's being pegged
Drinking his cream??? Duh
NGL feel like he has a tongue fetish and I could work with that
TIE THAT MAN UP AND EDGE HIM
literally get him so close then just walk away, stay within eyesight and watch how frustrated he gets about not being able to cum because you stopped and he's all tied up
Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, and imbalanced power dynamics.
Word count: 1k.
“We shouldn’t linger here much longer.”
Flins is adept at presenting unpleasant messages in the most pleasing packaging. His voice disarms the listener, lulling you unwittingly into a more pliable version of yourself. Shrill tones are a foreign notion to him. Everything is smooth and inviting, like unwound velvet lying at your feet. Following the path he lays out for you feels natural. It’s only when you arrive at the end that you question your initial obedience.
You’ve prepared yourself for this decisive moment. You wield this prior consideration like a charm, hoping it has enough apotropaic qualities to serve you well. Instead of acquiescing, you demur, glancing around with apprehension that isn’t an act. Flins must grasp this shift in your demeanor. His perception is keen, honed like a blade against a whetstone from years of use. It’s what has ensured his survival against the Wild Hunt. Sensing fluctuations in negative emotions, where it builds, where it hides, when it will bare its teeth.
Compared to that, you’re little more than a doe. And still, he silently observes, granting you the same gravitas as Nod-Krai’s most existential threat.
Perhaps you can’t tear him limb from limb, but you have your own methods of attack.
“Kyryll,” you begin. The rare use of his given name has its intended effect — he freezes. Had you been one of those umbral monstrosities, you could’ve struck him down. “Surely, another hour or so wouldn’t be that bad, right?”
You string the words together casually, like they’re an afterthought, and not born from hours of scheming.
Reading his countenance is like wringing water from a stone. He gives you nothing, no indication of your ploy’s success or failure. Shivers consume you. You swear his gaze could pierce the veil that separates life from death. You want to look away, but you don’t. His silence hints at his own mental predicament. He dislikes needlessly upsetting you. It’s an odd paradox, considering his reign over your life guarantees doing just that, but he navigates it with a heavy heart.
He’s hesitating. It’s not exactly the retreat you were hoping for; nonetheless, it’s a shift in your tactical position. Openings such as this must be taken advantage of. You get up from your seat overlooking the shoreline and stand beside him. Likely intuiting your intention to throw him further off-kilter, he straightens his shoulders and assumes a solemn air.
“I understand that you must feel cooped up, so allow me to remind you of my reasoning. This area isn’t safe.”
“Isn’t that why I have you?” you ask. You dislike where the conversation is headed.
“It is,” he hastily agrees, the confirmation evidently bringing him great pleasure. Sensing how damning his eagerness may come across, he slows down his next words. “I would stop at nothing to guarantee your well-being, hence my severity.”
You were right to assume the worst of this interaction’s direction. In your mind’s eye, you picture it clearly, the shutting of doors and bolting of locks with each word he speaks. Frustration paralyzes you. Your practiced, honeyed words desiccate and turn to ash on your tongue. It hits you then, with the intensity of a bullet piercing your flesh, that he will always have a polite refutation. Before resolute logic, your requests come across as foolish.
How do you tip the scales in your favor?
What will move him to take your side?
Why has freedom never felt so far away?
“Let’s—”
You lunge at him as if possessed. Perhaps you are, just not by spirits of the deceased, but an ironclad will. He moves to steady you, lest you fall, so preoccupied with his task that he fails to consider his own position. You know you stand no chance against him in a fight. So you arm yourself in a different way, weaponizing his immense affection in your favor. Your lips find his in an unexpected collision.
Flins stiffens, his eyes wide and jaw lax. You continue the lover’s pantomime. Tilting your head, you play the part well, your kiss tender yet pleading. If your lips can’t form the language necessary to persuade him, you’ll assign them another use. Rigidly, he returns the kiss, his palms of his hands settling on both sides of your shoulders. He holds you there with frightening strength. Had you decided to retreat, this would’ve prevented you from doing so. Fortunately for you, you’re committed, though his ardor far eclipses yours.
He raises his right hand to trace the contours of your face, reverence behind every fleeting touch. He delights himself in your closeness, yet exercises self-restraint. The pace you set is soft, and he never exceeds it, though you’re certain he longs to devour you. His hesitation when you try to part confirms this. You have to dig your nails into his chest for him to snap out of it. To his credit, he breaks from his reverie fast, allowing you the space necessary to greedily inhale air.
A flush of color dusts his pallor complexion. His eyes are unusually bright, unable to stare at yours without dropping occasionally to your lips.
“Please?” you ask as sweetly as possible. Months ago, you would’ve detested yourself for such a humiliating act. Things are different now. Prolonged bouts of isolation ate away at your pride. And today — feeling the sun on your skin, the breeze tousling your hair — confirmed its death. Pride, ego, self-respect; what good are these when you’re stashed away in a lighthouse for days on end?
At his prolonged silence, your lower lip trembles.
“Do you hate me?”
“I could never.”
“Then…?”
Flins looks to be in physical agony over your begging. He takes a deep breath, dark eyelashes fluttering shut as he closes his eyes and pinches together his brows. After a few torturous moments, your heart leaps in your chest, for you sense your victory before he says anything. The softening of his eyes gives him away.
“If it’s what my beloved wishes.”
Enthusiastically, you nod, beaming like you’d won a sizable fortune. In a way, perhaps you have.
As for what parts of yourself you had to sell to secure it…
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