Mavis

...where good girls come to die... [twenty something]. (she/her/hers)

[theshedevil]

WELCOME TO MAVIS’ TAVERN

This is a personal blog that deals in self-shipping, obsessing over and thirsting for various fictional characters, across multiple fandoms and manga. If you’re uninterested or uncomfortable with my content, please feel free to block.

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[theshedevil]

Happy birthday, Husband 🥖🍞🥪 🥹💐♥️

[sugarspicenights]

day one of trying not to think about that fictional man's cock

[sugarspicenights]

relapsed

[theshedevil]

A losing battle really😪

All day everybody

[theshedevil]

Every once in a while, I come back and stare at this artwork to remind myself why I’m obsessed with him. (This is how I imagine him looking up at me…)

[tonycries]

Your husband, Nanami, is so big in the sense that he has to finger you for aaaages until his fingers start to wrinkle, just to stick the tip in. He has to whisper breathing exercises as he eases inside, he to remind to you ‘relax, my love’, has to force himself to just rut- 

And he’s so big that if he presses down, he can feel himself from the inside. 

[theshedevil]

🫠

[kamitv]

Saw a pottery video earlier and started thinking about Nanami and how he’d definitely take pottery classes just for fun.

You miraculously attend a class one weekend and meet him there, watching the way his thick fingers dive in and out of the clay over and over and over—secretly wishing that it was your cunt he was sinking those lengthy digits into.

The veins in his hand bulge with every firm press of his fingertips into the moist clay and lord knows your thoughts are everywhere else except for the instructions he’s giving you.

Even when you work on the same item as him and as he guides your noticeably smaller fingers against the steadily molding clay, you can’t keep the erotic thoughts out.

He’d be right there, practically in your ear, hushing out a low, “Juuust like that sweetheart, right there.” In that sexy deep baritone voice of his.

If you weren’t squeezing your legs together before, you damn sure are now.

Hours in and you swore he was doing it on purpose, slipping his smoothly surfaced fingers in between yours and forcing you to curl your digits against the clay as he teased you with his words, “Feel right here? This spot’s important,” You don’t know a damn thing about clay or pottery but you’re pretty sure there’s no reason for him to be speaking like that over some weathered rock.

“Dig in there nice ‘n deep,” Nanami hums right against the shell of your ear. You can feel his hot breath tickling your skin and your lips part to let out an all too lustful breath of air.

Even while he was correcting something you did wrong, your mind was spinning. He’d ease your hands out and whisper yet again, “Not like that, watch me.” Nanami would instruct, tipping his head to the side to find your eyes and watch you watch his hands.

It’s definitely purposeful the way he slides only his middle and ring finger against the wet clay in a downward motion. Then he’s talking again and you’re soaked. “Like this. In and out, sweetheart. Carefully and slowly. Wouldn’t want it to break, would you?” Each word is dripping with a husked tone that makes your legs glue together.

And when he leans in even closer, your breath noticeable hitches. “I’m gonna need an answer from those pretty lips,” He hushes out, voice barely above a whisper.

It’s like it was only you and him in the room—despite there being many other people with their prospective partners or teachers.

Your lips are shaky as they part, “N-No, I-“

“Look at me,” He orders.

Your spine stiffens and your eyes flick up to meet his, only for your lashes to flutter as if to mask the heat that overcomes your flustered expression.

Nanami gives you a kind smile, “There she is. Now, what was that? I couldn’t hear you, you’ll have to speak up a bit for me, pretty girl.”

Your heart clearly wants to jump out of your chest at the intimate eye contact he’s giving you and his gentle words. All as his fingers still dig in and out of the nearby clay. Clearing your throat, you shake your head, “I was s-saying no, I don’t want it to break.”

He nods at your every word and you swear his eyes linger on the outline of your lips far longer than they should be. “Mhm, exactly. Now try again for me.” Nanami requests.

You swallow the lump in your throat and move your hands over to the clay once more. Your entire body feels hot and you pretty much lose your mind when he slides closer to you.

“Careful with the tip, it’s sensitive,” He whispers directly into your ear. Truth be told, he was referring the the edges of what seems to be a small pot forming but, that didn’t matter to you at the moment.

You nod again, “Sorry.”

He hums quietly to acknowledge your little apology and then his hands cup yours again, molding your fingers to almost sensually slide in and out of the forming pot.

Nanami’s lips graze your ear this time and you sigh a little too heavily. “She’ll be set out to dry later but, listen to how wet she is. It’s almost lewd.” He purrs, making your lashes bat at the way he refers to the pot as she instead of an it.

“N-Nanami, I don’t think—“

“Kento,” He corrects, “You can call me Kento.”

You gulp, “Are you-, are we still uhm, talking about pottery?”

The man lets out a low chuckle and he shakes his head, “What else could I be talking about that’s wet and makes lewd noises when you touch it? Hm?”

Oh he’s such a fucking tease.

“N-Nothing, sorry.” Lord knows if you stutter one more time you’re going to lose your damn mind. This is just embarrassing at this point.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, forcing your fingers deeper into the pot ahead. “Because if there’s something else you’d like to talk to me about, I’m all ears.”

Your face is burning. “No. There’s nothing else,” You try to mask your nervousness through words spoken without a stutter but the slight shake in your tone wasn’t helping much.

Nanami hums deeply, the sound vibrating against his throat. “Mmmh, but there is, isn’t there?” He points out, dropping his voice even lower as he moves his lips against your ear again, “Every time I open my mouth, your thighs clench together. Something tells me this soon-to-be pot isn’t the only thing wet right now.”

“I, uhm…” You sigh, “I—“

“It’s okay, I know these sessions can be quite arousing, pretty girl.” Nanami talks to you so quietly and gently, like he’s known what he’s been doing since the start.

“I’m not-, uh,” All you can do is sigh and try to control the constant pulsing in between your legs.

You feel him smile against the shell of your ear before he utters, “Just admit it, you’re soaked.”

How could you not be? Especially when he talks to you like that. “I…”

“Say it for me.” Nanami urges, “I promise I’ll help you after this if you admit it.”

You’ve never admitted to something faster in your life, “O-Okay, fine. Yeah, I am…”

Nanami’s fingers sensually slip against yours, “Good girl.” He hums. You’re so fucked. “See? Was that so hard?” He asks rhetorically, “Now, once we finish with this, I’ll be sure that you do as well.”

All you can do is nod blankly, “Okay…” Then a moment passes as his word truly sink in and you realize what he meant. “Wait, what—“

[theshedevil]

[theshedevil]

The pose….

The hands….

Just them in general.

I fell on the road and rolled down the hill when I saw this.

[vhstown]

ramadan mubarak 💗 remember that palestinians are also going through ramadan amidst a genocide! if you are able, aim to focus your zakat on organisations like:

care for gaza (and their paypal here)

direct aid for gaza

gazaesims

palestinian children's relief fund

[theshedevil]

**being looked down on by the both of them

I can take both of them(not in a fight)

[iwanttobeaseme]

Shoko in black is so 🤌✨️🖤

[massivementalitynut]

@peachsayshi @solomons-poison

[theshedevil]

For her, I would do anything

I'd trade my liver, a kidney and probably my heart.

[theshedevil]

This new year, I'm only kissing girls because they deserve all my love.

[hyperfixatesnwrites-deactivated]

please unfollow me if you are an israel supporter. this is a pro palestine account. please do not try to argue with me about this. israel is committing mass genocide against the palestinian people. this is not coming from antisemitism because i am not anti-jewish people, i am simply anti israeli government and it’s mission to wipe out the palestinian people. if you are angered by this or feel like our beliefs do not align, then please unfollow me because you are not the type of person i want associated with me.

i also do not want to hear anyone saying that this has nothing to do with fanfiction and this isn’t something that we need to be talking about. it is so important to keep the people of gaza in your hearts and minds. human lives should be collateral damage as a heavily armed state forcefully occupies palestine.

this is not a war between israel and palestine, it is not even a war between israel and hamas. this is the mass genocide and ethnic cleansing of the palestinian people.

[thesorinshow-deactivated2024012]

JJK MEN AND WANTING TO GO ANOTHER ROUND ┊ TOJI. NANAMI. GOJO. GETO.

content: female reader × multi jik, pet names used (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl), piv, anal play, riding, doggy, spanking mention, breeding kink, cunnilingus, overstim, everything is consensual.

TOJI presses your temple to the pleasantly cool sheets, your palms trying their best to find purchase on the cheap thread count. your hands twitch, longing to trace the plains of muscle and veins that grace his skin. before you can get far, he pins you harder into the mattress.

“be careful, sweetheart,” his voice rumbles, deep and heavy like an impending storm. “almost thought you were trying to get away from me.”

you reply with a sharp intake of breath, your cunt throbbing at the promise of more. excitement makes you burn with unfiltered desire, unable to ignore the sticky wetness between your thighs. toji continues to push his cum back inside your hole in shallow thrusts. it is an act of mercy compared to what you know will come next.

“t-toji, please, go slow.” your voice is hoarse from your screaming, but pleading all the same.

your boyfriend keeps close to your back, breathing along the soft curly hairs at the nape of your neck. a hand reaches down to rub your sensitive clit and the sensation makes you jump, but it only pushes him in deeper, the lewd sounds of sex embarrassing in this too quiet room.

“you worried?” toji murmurs, his mouth against your sweat-slick neck. “thought you’d get off easy tonight after that stunt you pulled?”

the scar on his lip curls as toji thinks about you grabbing him through his pants at dinner. such a naughty little minx, always wanting more. you whimper as he presses down on your back, forcing it to arch deeper for him.

“don’t worry, pretty girl,” he groans as he sinks back into your tight heat, “i’ll make sure to — fuck — kiss it better.”

NANAMI gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, sweat making strands of his blonde hair stick to his forehead. you continue to grind down on his spent cock, moaning as a frothy ring of cum gathers at his base. the sight is sinful as you come down from your orgasm, but it’s not enough to mask the overstimulation from your constant twitching and writhing.

pushing through the sudden sensitivity, strong hands reach up to grip your hips, forcing you to stay still as a shiver runs down his spine. “you are insatiable.” nanami breathes, leaning his head back to rest on a pillow. “and if we keep going, i won't have anything left to give you.”

you whine petulantly, running your manicured nails down his chest and cheekily grazing his nipple. nanami growls your name in a stern warning. “kento,” you whimper, “why so grumpy? i just want to make you feel good. they say third time’s a charm.”

one of his hands reach down to palm your ass, gripping the soft skin as he imagines it littered in red handprints. “i see. was the first time not charming enough for you?”

“no, and i believe you’ve done better, actually.”

he scoffs at your obvious lie, the dry tear streaks on your face enough proof that you are trying to push his buttons. in a move that makes your head spin, you’re lifted up and flipped onto your back, legs forced to fold you almost in half.

the man above you runs the sensitive tip of his cock along your slit, watching as streams of his cum spill out now that he’s not keeping it plugged inside.

“then i must be having issues with my memory,” he murmurs, a cold sweat running down your stomach as he eases his weight onto your chest. “let me demonstrate so that i can jog yours.”

GOJO has always been… overzealous. satisfaction doesn’t come easy when instant gratification is all you know; being handed anything you desire with no questions asked. it is something he is well aware of, but that he chooses to ignore on most days. and though he loves you dearly, it is nice to see you squirm, to feel your hand push his head away half heartedly as you beg for mercy.

but gojo satoru always wants you, and his desire isn’t something that can be easily quenched. his hands grip your hips to hold you firmly in place as you gasp and pant against the damp sheets. his lips press into the darkened skin of your inner thighs, blush pink and gentle as he speaks. “fuck,” gojo breathes out, “you taste so good, baby. you’re gonna give me one more, right?”

you whimper as his thumb presses against your swollen clit, tears falling down your cheeks. “i-it’s too much, ‘toru. n-need a break.”

he grins up at you, voice heavy with desire as his thumb moves against your clit just how you like it. “you cryin’? i make you feel that good?”

you can tell by the look in his eyes that he enjoys this, teasing you so brazenly. he can tell by the look in yours that you love it. “please just,” you whimper, gripping his white strands firmly. “i want you inside.”

if your boyfriend was smiling before, he’s absolutely beaming now. “well, since you asked so nicely.” gojo tugs down his sweats so that they rest under his balls, cock standing proud with the tip dripping precum on your stomach. he runs the length of his cock on your pussy, a long finger reaching down and pressing ever so cheekily against your ass hole. you squeal but he holds you in place.

“satoru!”

“what’s wrong, crybaby?” he asks with a too smug grin, “i thought you wanted me inside?”

GETO’s brows furrow at the sight beneath him, a small tsk leaving his mouth as he watches his cum spill from you in thick globs, soiling the bed in a mixture of both of your juices.

his fingers lift and thrust his cum back inside of you, grazing your sensitive walls as he makes sure to fill you with as much of him as possible. his thumb idly teases your clit, aftershocks making your legs jelly-like and loose.

you recognize this look in his eye; know that he is displeased in his inability to keep you plugged full of him. “su, baby. you fill me up so well.” you reach up to push his bangs back from his face, the long strands carrying over his shoulder and exposing the deep bruising you left on his neck.

lifting your leg, your husband bites gently on the back of your thigh and eases the ache with a gentle suck. he savors the way you whimper as a crescent shaped mark blooms on your skin. “i’ll make sure to get you pregnant, my love. it’s about time that nana and miko had another sibling, don’t you think?”

you chuckle, lifting a brow as he continues to worship your skin. “you’re very convincing, but i doubt you’ll be able to knock me up when i’m still on the pill.”

as if he didn’t hear you, you feel geto reposition your body on the bed, pressing you suddenly into a mating press.

you gasp, the room darkening as his hair encloses you both in a curtain of black. “well, that won’t do,” he murmurs, looking down at the mess between your thighs and tapping the tip of his cock against your entrance, “let me try again, yeah?”

note: gonna start doing more headcanons while i write my longer fics! i haven’t written in this format in ages!

TODOROSIE. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

[theshedevil]

DEAR DIARY, I WASN'T READY!

[theshedevil]

Askshfgdgd Can’t stop thinking about Gojo’s fingernails

Nonni, I’m happy to tell you Satoru Gojo gets regular manicures and generally takes good care of his hands because he knows that you have a thing for them especially his long fingers so he has hand lotion on hand and a weekly routine just for his hands.

He also always keeps his nails neatly trimmed and clean for when he has them stuffed so far into your weeping cunt, down your throat or when they’re wrapped around your neck.

[hyperfixatesnwrites-deactivated]

please unfollow me if you are an israel supporter. this is a pro palestine account. please do not try to argue with me about this. israel is committing mass genocide against the palestinian people. this is not coming from antisemitism because i am not anti-jewish people, i am simply anti israeli government and it’s mission to wipe out the palestinian people. if you are angered by this or feel like our beliefs do not align, then please unfollow me because you are not the type of person i want associated with me.

i also do not want to hear anyone saying that this has nothing to do with fanfiction and this isn’t something that we need to be talking about. it is so important to keep the people of gaza in your hearts and minds. human lives should be collateral damage as a heavily armed state forcefully occupies palestine.

this is not a war between israel and palestine, it is not even a war between israel and hamas. this is the mass genocide and ethnic cleansing of the palestinian people.

[theshedevil]

Someone on tiktok said that Jogo's rizz need to be studied and I second that because WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON’T?!!!

[theshedevil]

Please put me in the same room as him🧎‍♀️