to all my non-filipino moots out there who probably have no idea what i’ve been sharing with my filipino anons right now,
OUR COUNTRY IS FUCKED.
imagine choosing a dictator’s son—whose family robbed many people’s lives, our nation’s funds, and even our people’s freedom of speech and expression—whose only platform is “unity”, faked his degree in oxford, has been jobless for six years, and is charged for multiple cases of tax evasion over a woman who has received a post graduate degree, is an attorney, is a strong mother to three daughters who are all successful, who has been the main proponent for the country’s solutions to covid-19, who is not afraid to take on any circumstances despite any hatred and judgement she has faced from misogynists, fake news peddlers, and misinformed people.
imagine choosing a mediocre actor and comedian who has no background in political science and law or whatsoever over an attorney whose platforms are evidence-based and are relevant to the country’s current struggles, just because of his looks.
i personally am worried for my future, and for the future of my fellow countrymen if this is the kind of mindset that majority of people will stick to. i am in pain. i am filled with anxiety about how the next six years will turn out to be for me if corruption and unjust governance will lead the country. though these might be the unofficial results of yesterday’s election, it shows everyone that people can be stupid and fucked in the head, letting themselves make the same mistakes they did decades ago.
stocks are plummeting with the spread of this sad news and the foreign investors are probably laughing at us right now. i know why. this leading candidate is banned in many countries for his crimes yet people are still voting for him.
the worst part is people believe that keeping a good character is enough to lead a country. sure, it is integral, but judging how people want to vote for an undergraduate and his evil upbringing, many people are starting to question if their hard work for getting a degree is still worthwhile, and this includes me.
i am speaking in behalf of many filipinos who are not satisfied with the results of the election. it’s very saddening for me to see selfish adults celebrating the “win” of a thief while their children are filled with horror and anguish.
fuck the marcoses. fuck the idiocy of the people of this country. i stand proudly to fight for what’s right and i keep my moral integrity in me. 💖🌸🌷
HUWAG NINYONG IDAMAY ANG BUONG BANSA SA KATANGAHAN NINYO.
Halo so i frogot the existence of this app- to be forgiven here's some..... Filth
I have a HORRID monster kink but its worth it-
So here are a few of my hc's for the brothers.
LISEN UP. Nsfw ahead.
Monster kink, dacryphilia, mention of rough sex)
Big bros (lmk if you guys want the lil bros)
Lucifer's wings are EXTREMELY sensitive, in a bad way- basically, touching them when you're trying to rile him up will awaken something VERY dark inside of him. His genlte behavior will be THROWN out of the window in order to take care of you like the good ol' demon he is. Like he'd go feral. Example, he's grooming his wings and you come up behind him, gently caressing the soft furry like texture on the wingbone... His wings would shudder and puff up. He'd warn you to stop at first, but the second time you do it, he turns around, grabs you by the waist, kisses you fervently and well... fucks you dumb.
Mammon has claws, something ive always seen matching very well with him. In his demon form his hands get longer, the tips pitch black and nails sharper (he can chose the sharpness). We all know he's like an exited puppy, but he's in fact the second most dangerous demon in whole devildom. Also i like to think that he his tail is much stronger than it looks and that he has fangs (or at least sharp teeth) and that his eyes change color to a deep gold, shining and shimmering like water during a summer sunset. When he gets horny he cant help his eyes changing color and his hands changing form.. He also cant help when he uses his tail to tease you while his mouth works on other parts of your body, his teeth would graze your most sensitive parts, the sharp edges sending electricity through your body, the violent shudders and soft grunts/breathy moans would only spur him on. His long clawed (sharp nailed comon i dont have good englis) fingers would slip into you and reach the SWEETEST spots, all the while his tail is still working on your erogenous spots. jolts of pure pleasure would end up making you beg for him to let you finish. And eventually he'd fulfill your wish, filling you up with his own member and making you see stars. All the while his golden slitted eyes are on you, observing your every movement.
Leviathan: lets finish this with a sweeter note, or not hehehehehehe- anyway leviathan my personal favorite. That fish- first of. I think his tail mUST be the strongest part of his body. He'd wrap it around your leg to pull you closer, i also believe his tail would do most of the work if he's busy.
For example: he's signing papers/gaming and you come in, horny, you walk up to him, lust laced in your voice, you ask, slurtily and seductively if he'd like to have some fun. Well since our demon is busy, i dont think he wants to move, (also(two dicked monster - YES two TAILED MONSTER?????? OH MY GOD YES. ) so he transforms into his demon form, his long shiny tail wrapping around your leg , making you stumble backwards into his beanbag. His tail would slither its way up your clothes, suddenly pullin up, ripping them off your body cleanly. Before you could complain you feel one of his two tails (the thinner one) wrapping around on of your pink buds, squeezing it and flicking it. The other tail keeps your mouth busy lazily moving back and forth, the heavy weight on your tongue znd the slight difficulty to breath is SO hot, so incredibly hot thay you forget to pay attention to the other slippery tail thay was now between your legs, teasing your entry, you startle from surprise when you feel it slitther its way inside, making you choke on levi's other tail. The tail slithers its way further up, curling up and slithering back outside, now folded inside of you with the tip holding your opening wide open.
Tears form in your eyes at the exitement racking through your body when you see levi finally hovering over you, his orange eyes now a deep red, looking at your spread hole, the heavy member in your mouth already making you want have all of levi inside of you doesnt help.
Levi pulls down his pants, looking at you with lust in his eyes, he's hot, he's so hot, thats al' you can think about.
His first member (the thicker one) slips in alongside his smaller tail, and you feel SO fULL so full of levi, he's everywhere its insane. He starts moving and his tail moves alongside him. Your high hits you IMMEDIATELY when the tail brushes your sweet spot.
But levi doesnt stop there, he likes seeing you beg for his cocks, bed to be filled up, he likes to see you cry on his dick from pleasure, asking for more.
I won't write nsfw unless specified, I can maybe hint to it though
Do not ask me personal stuff, age, real name, origin or anything in that lane, please keep to the information I am willing to give. (If you are unsertain go for it I might answer)
I will not draw people in movement or several people at once, I'm still learning how to draw and fucking smth up isn't a hobby of mine.
If you aren't sure about something feel free to ask though.
About thirsts and requests:
Are a BIG yes. I am ready to relish in EVERYTHING. From ideas to drabbles from fluff to angst going thru smut. Do specify if you want me to make something out of it, and i will if it inspires me.
About kinks:
Wheter it's weird or unusal kinks to total vanilla or just simple adoration. Don't be ashamed of your kinks if to want to thirst.
Go. For. It. Do it. Do. It.
I dont kninkshame all kinks are welcome, tho i do not write or accept scat or emet. Other than that go for it.
One more thing: when it comes to nsfw, i do not write fem!mc. Either gn or amab, all the rest can be requested with fem reader and if i feel like it i will :)
⚠warning⚠: brief mention of gn!mc, graphic descriptions. (Mammon smokes here because i find it hot and as a fella smoker i like turning characters i love into fellow smokers just because... Its... Hot)
Love and comments are APPRECIATED.
Today was one of the days where mammon had LOTS of free time. And since he promised mc to work for his money.... He also had more money to spend.
AND thats exactly what he was doing, going from shop to shop buying everything he found cute, sexy, hot, pretty, handsome, shiny, glittery, //golden//. At the same time he was on a call with mc, chattering away with the human about their preferences likes and dislikes.
To a lot of people's surprise most of what mammon was buying was actually to gift mc, greedy as he was he loved getting mc's full attention while they were unwrapping and unfolding his gifts. Sometimes mc would even thank him with a kiss for each article they would receive. So he made sure to buy... Plenty.
He had already switched into his demon form, his tail carrying most of the bags to be able to continue shopping, humming a happy tune listening to whatever mc was blabbering about. This time it was about a game levi and mc played, something about an apocalyptic world where the main character became a demon kind etcetera etcetera, he was absolutely in love with mc, dont get him wrong.... But sometimes he couldnt keep up with what they were saying.
It was around an hour later that his other phone rang, one he rarely heard ringing. Sighing, he apologized to mc, telling them he had to go for now because he was having another call from lucifer.
Reluctantly closing off the call, he walked out of the store, the several dozen of bags swinging around lazily with his tail as he walked to a more desolated area.
He took his other phone calling lucifer back who greeted him with an annoyed groan.
"Mammon." Lucifer tries to interupt.
"Hello to you too big brother, whith me your adorable little bro? Im perfectly fine thanks for asking. Oh? What i was doi-"
"Ng, i was shopping for //MY// human until you decided to call me, so whats up."
"Are you done?" Lucifer asks exasperated.
Mammon humms in response, taking out his pack of cigarettes and lighting one. Taking a long drag of it and exhaling the toxic smoke in front of him. His eyes tracing the swirls of the white smoke mesmerizing him.
He takes a deep breath and starts walking while he waits for lucifer to give him the job he wants him to do.
"Luci? You still there ?" Mammon sing songs, walking through the less crowded streets of devildom, where all the homeless and failures resides.
"Where are you right now?" Lucifer asks and mammon swears he can see Lucifer's gloved hand rub at the old man's temples.
"Im in the slums, to be more precise.. Im in the fails."
The fails was a district of about three kilometers, stretching on the sides of devildom, the fails was a place where criminals, people who got banned, ejected, chased or cursed resided. They werent just poor, and each of them had their own conditions, most criminals lived there too so it wasnt as complicated as one thought it would be to catch a criminal.
"Perfect i needed you there," lucifer starts, hope building in his voice. Mammon humms taking another drag of his cigarette, ignoring the pleading groans, whispers and begging.
"Ther-"
"Speak in another language there are some monsters here with good ears." Mammon cuts lucifer off in latin, eying a werewolf like bunny, it was a weird sight...
Lucifer simply sighs and starts again, this time in demonic. It was a language that grates the ears, scratched the soul, burned the eyes and muted anyone's words. If it wasnt for mammon a ruler and a higher demon he would for sure have become deaf.
From the corner of his eye he could see the wereworlf like bunny curling on themselves whimpers escaping it. Several other animal like monsters having the same reaction.
Exhaling another cloud of smoke mammon listened to lucifer explaining his mission, it wss relatively easy, he had to find a criminal called matchablossom, he murdered two rad students for no apparent reason, and has been spotted in the fails.
Mammon hums, "give me a description."
"He's around 2meters maybe a hybrid spicies, we arent sure. He's been seen with pink and green hair, or fur, we dont know for sure, a witness did say that he saw a scar running down his neck."
"Do i have any restrictions?" Mammon asks throwing the cigarette butt to the ground and stepping on it, his attire changing to a black suit, leather gloves and a white upperface mask covering his eyes and nose. Only his pupils were visible and his mouth. His tail was still carrying all the bags.
"Leave no evidence behind." Is all lucifer says before hanging up.
Mammon tucks his phone away humming to himself, a wide smile stretching on his face, long white fangs growing, replacing his smaller canines.
"I havent had a decent meal in a while." He says smiling, side eyeing the people sitting against the broken down houses.
"Say, little runts, any ideas where a sertain 'matchablossom' is? If any of you do know, there's a reward."
"W-whats the reward... S-sir." A little girl asks, comming from between a little alleyway her dirty brown hair contrasting with her pale blue eyes and light skin.
He smiles, his fangs on full display scaring the little girl.
"One of you will have the chance to escape this place, and live a better life, potentially even be able to go to school and have friends," mammon says crouching down in front of the girl. "Wouldn't you like that? Warm fullfilling meals every, single, day. Hot baths and a warm and cozy bed with fluffy and puffy blankets? Toys and friends around you?, new clothes and people who care for you." The little girls eyes are wide in wonder, her eyes shining.
"But of course, all of that will only depend on wheter you know something or not." He continues and the little girl nods vigorously.
Rukus was starting behind her, people protesting that they wanted the same, that it was unfair, that they deserved a chance too.
His eyes shoot up, the cold glare shutting them up immediately. "First come, first served. You all got your chance..You guys stayed still and quiet in fear of matchablossom, fine, but dont come ruin what a little girl honestly earned."
Silence stretched in the fails, only the wind, whistling between the broken buildings could be heard.
"Good." He says and turns his attention back to the girl.
"Show me the way." He says and stretches his gloved hand out for the little girl to grab, which she does.
She leads the way to the end of the streets before abruptly stopping when she hears a noise as if bones were being snacked on, the crunching and licking noises were probably nauseating to the little girl.
He looks down at her noticing her scared eyes. Casting a zero gravity spell on the bags he gives it to the little girl.
"Hold on to this and stay here, ill be right back. And if someone bothers you, say that the grand mammon will send them to hell and let some of the baby crows feed on their organs." The little girl nods, fear still very much present in her eyes at being left alone in such a dangerous part of the fails.
He gently ruffles her hair and walks away, his footsteps light, the noise of cracking bones not stopping.
I should be thanked. I decided against angst because (i had no inspo but thats detail) i am a very conciderate and kind human being. Enjoy pure fluff now.
Sleeping in: Suguru decides to sleep in, enjoying a lazy morning with bellykisses from his husband
Mornings in their newly purchased apartment are never quiet. There’s always the hustle and bustle downstairs from commuters, or the last remnants of people who have been out drinking all night trying to crawl their way home. Even if it wasn’t for that, Satoru is the liveliest person Suguru has ever met. Then there’s Megumi’s dogs, who he lets out periodically, Tsumiki’s alarm clock going off until she slams the snooze button, and the twins are always fighting over one thing or another— usually make-up or clothes.
Today, it’s quiet.
The kids are away on missions, they’ve recently soundproofed their windows, so while the ruckus is still there, they barely hear it, and Satoru is soundly sleeping, his face planted against Suguru’s side.
Suguru’s eyes flutter open and shut. Part of him knows he has to get up: a teacher’s duty, if anything, is to be there for his students. Then there’s that other side of him, that he generally pretends doesn’t exist—it’s the part of Suguru that wants to stay in bed, hold Satoru close, and sleep in until noon.
Satoru sleeping in is a rarity, too. He barely ever sleeps for over 5 hours, and Suguru keeps telling him he’ll develop all sorts of illnesses if he keeps it up. Satoru never listens.
For once, Suguru gives in to the side of him that doesn’t care if work is waiting for him, that he has duties he needs to fulfill. The side of Suguru that closes his eyes again, smiles, and dozes off again.
He’s woken up by two arms that tightly wrap around his waist, and a soft peck against his stomach. Satoru’s lips press against his stomach once more, and then again, and Suguru loses the ability to keep his eyes closed, bursting out in chuckles, which then develops into pure laughter as Satoru softly blows air against his stomach, then kisses him again.
“Mwah, mwah, mwah!” Satoru says in the most exaggerated tone of voice after every kiss he plants on Suguru’s stomach, his head enveloped by Suguru’s otherwise loose-fitting t-shirt. “Mwah!”
“Stop, stop!” Suguru laughs, exercing no force at all to get Satoru out from under his shirt. “I can’t deal with--! Ah!”
Satoru laughs too, but doesn’t stop pressing kisses against Suguru’s stomach. He then takes a deep breath, rounds his lips and presses them against Suguru’s belly.
Suguru already knows what’s coming.
“No—!"
A loud noise follows, its timbre and volume resembling that of the loudest fart Suguru ever did hear.
“You…” he starts, then tickles Satoru’s stomach, and he slips out from under Suguru’s shirt, unable to hold in his laughter.
This time, Suguru plans revenge.
He rolls on top of Satoru, brings their lips close together, and gives him the most drawn out kiss. Somehow, Satoru manages to taste and smell of strawberries each morning.
He lifts up Satoru’s shirt, pulling it over his shoulders, and for a split-second considers leaving it there, blocking Satoru’s vision.
He then pulls the shirt over his head, taking off his own shirt after that. He does it slowly, looking away as he does it, as if he’s ashamed, or nervous, and he knows Satoru loves it.
He slides down, trailing his tongue over Satoru’s belly, and then wraps his arms around him, just as Satoru had done with him before, and takes a deep breath himself.
“That’s not fai—” Satoru starts, then breaking off his sentence to yell as if he’s about to die.
Another loud fart noise follows, breaking free from Suguru’s lips and Satoru wraps his legs around Suguru.
“Nuh-uh, you’re not allowed to go anywhere now.”
“You’ve just royally ruined your own day,” Suguru says, pressing kisses, blowing air and occasionally letting his tongue trail across Satoru’s stomach.
Suguru takes Satoru’s boxer in his teeth, trying very hard to be as provocative as possible, but phenomenally failing. He laughs, fabric still between his teeth, and Satoru takes that chance to turn him over, kissing his neck, his chest, his stomach, and he somehow actually looks provocative as he does it. His eyes half-closed, cheeks slightly flushed, lips plump.
“I hate you so much right now,” Suguru breathes, fingers reaching for Satoru’s boxers, which Satoru gently slaps away, pressing his hands against the mattress, fingers intertwining.
“Nuh-uh. Relax. This is Suguru gets spoiled day, I’ve just decided.”
“Satoru—”
His sentence is cut short by Satoru’s damp lips against his own, then his neck again, and the space just under his ears, and he muffles his own voice against Satoru’s touch.
They bury themselves under the covers, all giggles and moans, and then they hear it—the lock on the front door opens up, the chatter of teens, and the hustle and bustle of the streets below floods into the house.
“Shit. Fuck. Shit. Hurry!”
The two of them roll out from under the covers, landing on opposite sides of the bed, and they get dressed faster than they did when Shoko almost walked in on them.
Suguru tosses Satoru a sweater and fresh boxers, worming his own legs into his own pair of briefs with his other hand. He throws on a sweater as well, and doesn’t realize that it’s Satoru’s before it’s fully on. Doesn’t matter.
“You guys home?” he hears Yuuji’s voice boom through the apartment. Great. They brought friends.
He tosses over Satoru’s pants, and puts on his own, heart pumping in his chest.
They somehow make it, and Suguru runs into the bathroom, splashing water in his face.
“Okay, act natural,” Satoru says, out of breath. “We’ll be down in a bit!” he then yells, face towards the door. “Get some snacks!”
The two of them look at each other, faces still flushed, and they giggle like they were back in school themselves, spraying themselves and the room with deodorant.
“Be. Cool.”
Sprawled throughout the living room are the kids, who are bloody and beaten, but somehow still alive.
“Rough mission?” Suguru asks, shoving his hands into his pockets, not sure how to compose himself.
“Rough morning?” Nobara asks, grinning, dried blood on the side of her head, then turns towards Yuuji. “Toss the potato chips!”
They have snacks for breakfast, listen to the kids telling them about the mission, and urge them to get checked out by Shoko before heading back to the dorms.
Once they’re all ushered out of the house, Satoru pats Suguru’s shoulder, a grin plastered on his face.
