an: might make a part two or make this into a fic, lmk what yall think (/≧▽≦)/ i love these two,,
creep!satoru and creep!suguru aren't super jazzed about being on your protection/escort mission until they actually see you- locking eyes with one another and coming to an unspoken agreement. you were cute, vulnerable, innocent- and you were none the wiser as they wordlessly chose to share you.
creep!satoru holds you close while out and about, his hand around your waist and ghosting the small of your back- cooing that its just so he can keep you safe. even when his fingers brush against the nape of your neck just to watch you flinch and shiver- snickering to himself as he drank in your reactions.
creep!suguru always having his curses nearby- for the sake of monitoring you of course. nevermind the fact that your panties and bras seem to disappear and re-emerge at random as the weaker curses flit around- unnerving you. sometimes they would have stains on them, always assuming that it was just how you left them.
creep!satoru lets you indulge in all the sweets you want considering what will become of you. he seems to always have a lollipop on hand for you to suck on, a bottomless supply of your favorite flavor- that happens to be his favorite too. you never seem to notice how attentive he is when you roll the sweet in your mouth or when- god forbid- he hands you a popsicle and he has to watch it dribble out from around your mouth and go to waste.
creep!suguru sitting you in his lap in the car when he doesn't have to, assuring you this is how close friends normally get as his hands slot neatly at your sides. cause that's what you are, friends- even when his fingers dip lower, gripping your waist a little tighter than necessary as he presses you against his lap. it takes all his willpower to not take you then and there as he soothes your worries with honeyed words, assuring you that nothing is pressing against your clothed ass with a gentle smile.
Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: Devil May Cry (Gameverse), Devil May Cry (Cartoon 2025)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Dante & Vergil (Devil May Cry), Dante & Lady (Devil May Cry), Mundus & Vergil (Devil May Cry)..
Additional Tags: Dante Needs a Hug (Devil May Cry), Vergil Needs a Hug (Devil May Cry), Vergil is a Mess (Devil May Cry), Dante is a Mess (Devil May Cry), they both need to be held and comforted. preferably by each other, vergil having identity crisis of generation, like INDENTITY CRISIS. in all caps and shit, but dante is there for him!, with his own generational level of PTSD, DARKCOM. my belothed, I AM FIXING THIS SHIT, the potential deserved a better handling your honor, we are ACTUALLY respecting the lore people, oh how dare I forget this - MUNDUS YOU GRADE SSS ASSEHOLE, I AM COMING FOR YOU. YOU UGLY AS SATUTE MF, Bullying, Past Child Abuse, twisted father figure aka mundus, can't believe i just wrote that tag, racism. i mean demons and human have to be counted in it right?, vergil having a very bad no-good hates it all day, Protective Vergil (Devil May Cry), Protective Dante (Devil May Cry), Dante and Vergil Being Idiots (Devil May Cry), POV Vergil (Devil May Cry), POV Dante (Devil May Cry), Warning: Mundus (Devil May Cry), mundus groomed vergil, Protective Siblings, Post-Season/Series 01, on that note, blatant ignoring of series canon lore, THERE IS ONLY ONE (1) CANON AND IT AIN'T NETFLIX
Series: Part 1 of Bless me with the gift of your light
Summary:
which JJK men do you think are the most into loli’s? ^_^
Satoru Gojo ☆ He values youth too much NOT to be into them. To him, they represent the innocence of youth he strives to maintain- though he isn't above coveting it for himself. He would shower one with sweets and gifts- watching their eyes light up with joy. In exchange- they just have to keep a few ‘body secrets’- no harm no foul, right?
Kento Nanami ☆ Feels guilty about it. Tries to rationalize it along the lines of being envious of their free time- rather than admitting he’s just a perv about it. He holds back his desires… mostly. If given the opportunity, he’d snuff out any innocence held by one- apologizing the whole time.
Ryomen Sukuna ☆ Tighter, softer, they scream louder as he fills them- what's not to like? As a man used to getting his way, he likes to feel their little fists hit him as he manhandles them however he likes. The Heian Era let him indulge this plenty- the modern era not as much but he makes do with any lost little girls that happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
synopsis: a particular curse takes interest in you and makes it your problem.
featuring: mahito x reader
cw: mahito in and of himself, noncon, groping, gore/mutilation, vomit, reader insert has no specified gender
an: debut fic and its mahito noncon and a little extra <3
You lived a normal life- a normal life where you thought nothing strange or atypical could possibly happen to you so long as you stayed on the straight and narrow. But no, life seemed to hate you as you pulled the shortest straw- living alone in a shitty little apartment and a job that made you wish you weren't alive half the time.
And then Mahito happened.
At first you thought you were just seeing another homeless dude while walking down that alleyway, paying him no mind as you hurry home. His pale hair caught your eye under the streetlights and you recognized the lecherous gaze he leveled at you- but other than that you paid him no mind. You had a baton, you'd be fine if he tried anything- which he didn't.
Until you saw him more often- at the end of the aisle at the convenience store, leaning against the streetlight- and now in front of your apartment door. At all times you knew his eyes were on you, feeling the pit in your stomach intensify with each encounter.
Then you saw him in front of your apartment door, leaning opposite to it. He lifted his head, looking towards you before a grin split across his face- not a word uttered between the two of you.
You knew you had to move forward down the hallway, forcing your icy limbs to move with heavy steps as you brush past him with a small ‘excuse me’. Even as you grip the baton in your pocket over your keys you couldn't shake the feeling you'd regret using it, letting it go in exchange for your keys. Just get in, close the door, lock it. That’s all that would happen.
This was not how it went.
Your face was pressed against the wood of the floor, your body writhing against his strength as he easily manhandled your body to the point you were on your back. With how hard your head collides with the floor you wonder how you stay conscious, barely able to make out his toothy grin as he bends over your body. His grip on your wrists feels too tight, leaving your hands numb as you listen to him.
“You know, watching the panic flash across your face was fun and all but it's so much better up close!”
You swear you hear the sound of flesh tearing from behind him as you feel his free hand turn into the form of a sharp blade, tearing through your shirt and exposing your chest to the cool air. The delight in his laugher leaves you cold as his hand snaps back to its familiar form, groping your chest with seemingly no care at all for how hard he was pressing, squeezing, pinching-
“Oh they get hard when I do that? What else do they do?”
“Shut up! Get the fuck off me!!”
It was all you could manage, your voice fizzling out into a grunt as you kept gritting your teeth and ignoring the heat pooling in your stomach- and then his hands pause.
“Why?”
A splitting searing pain emanated from your chest as you felt something prod inside your chest- daring to look down and barely suppressing your nausea as bile rose in your throat.
His hand made a neat incision in the middle of your chest, and now here he was reaching into your chest- the pain hot and rolling in waves as you screamed.
“Don't scream, it's so inconvenient when other humans come to check on you.”
A palm quickly covered your mouth, tight and unforgiving as the hand in your chest went up- displacing your organs before you felt his fingers brush against your fluttering heart. It was disgusting, revolting even- as he rolled the muscle in his palm as if it were dough.
“Your words say one thing, but your heart… your soul says another. Why lie?”
Your eyes meet his- genuine curiosity glimmered in his pupils as you feel more blood pool from your front and down your sides.
“Admit it- you're as excited as I am.”
His words blurred into one another, another blood curdling scream muted by his palm before a flicker of realization went across his face.
“I forget you humans can't really answer like this.”
He gives your heart another squeeze, barely hearing what he mumbled under his breath as he removes his hand and presses his bloody palm further up your chest.
“Fascinating, how it flutters.. Like a bird, kind of.”
Something shifts as you feel things in your chest realign themselves, the pain becoming too much as you vomit against his palm and choke on your own partially digested dinner. He could feel it eek around his palm, hear you sputter and choke as the acidity made tears fall faster from your face- but he didn’t seem to care. His fingers fitted in your mouth and yanked down to force it open, pushing the bile back into your mouth as you tried to cough it up.
“So gross…”
With the way his fingers pressed into your tongue you were forced to swallow, whimpering and gagging as you tried to speak- your voice raw and quiet through your sobbing.
“P-Please.. Just let me go…”
You hadn't realized your chest was no longer open to him, his bloodied fingers coming up to cradle your face in what he probably thought was comfort.
“Shhshshh.. Your heart didn’t lie. It was beating so fast- you wanted this.”
With the sharp all encompassing pain currently running through your body the world was looking darker and darker, your mind sinking elsewhere as you succumbed. The last thing you could recall was his face leaning over yours, lips against your cheek and his voice cutting through the ringing in your ears- clearer than anything else.
“You interest me, so I think I’ll take you home. Does that sound good to you?”
He forces your head to nod as your eyes finally shut.
“Wonderful!! I can’t wait to see what you can handle…”
oh, so three of my wattpad updates are lined up. The salaar fic, the rrr fic and the kgf fic (in that order) and somewhere between the rrr fic and salaar fic I WILL update the bahubali fic that's on here.
p.s. the saaho fic has been updated on wattpad just now.
