author’s note ʚɞ i’m testing the waters with this one so please be kind about it. please also excuse the pet name sugar tits, i think it’s hot don’t judge me >_<
tags ʚɞ 5.6k words, dark content, mammon x female reader, bully!mammon, dubcon (forced consent), non–consensual photo taking, semi–public sex, (public) groping, blowjob, degradation, name calling, praise, pet names, humiliation kink, breeding kink, dacryphillia. minors do not interact!
ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴍᴍᴏɴ and his antics. it’s beyond ridiculous at this point. never did you imagine becoming his target but when you think about it long enough, you realise your whole existence in the devildom was set up to be a laughing stock from the beginning.
back when you had just arrived, he acted as your tour guide but then forced you to cover his dinner duties at home. he helped you with your homework since you were new to the subjects but demanded you pay him back with all of your saved grimm. he even lent you some of his friends to help curb your homesickness only to have them report back every little detail so he could blackmail you later on.
and those kind of things happen when he’s being nice; unfortunately for you, mammon is very rarely nice. not a day goes by where he doesn’t find a way to make your life hell.
mammon, the avatar of greed, the second eldest of the powerful demon brothers, and as he likes to call himself, your first man, rarely shows kindness towards you unless he can gain something from it.
even if he gets nothing in return, he will go out of his way. from tripping you up in hallways to stealing your possessions, and forcing you to complete his homework to treating you like his lackey. anything and everything he does is in some way or another intended to bring you misery.
you’ve grown accustomed to being pushed around and laughed at for the sake of some demon’s entertainment, but there’s something else you’ve also grown used to.
the fact is, mammon gives you more attention than he gives anyone, even himself. and it’s a delusional way to think but it helps you cope with your sorrowful life in the devildom.
you’ve considered confiding in someone; surely the bullying would cease if diavolo found out mammon was harming the student exchange programme like this. but at the end of the day, mammon held more power over you than diavolo himself.
each and every decision you make, reluctantly or otherwise, gives him more power as the days go by.
because you have no other choice but to go along with it; and if you don’t want to, he’ll simply blackmail you.
a while ago, you became incredibly close to knocking on lucifer’s door and confessing everything after mammon snapped pictures of you showering and threatened to post them if you didn’t do what he said. lamentably, you gave up on the effort.
if lucifer found out, he would have punished mammon. and after that, you have no doubt mammon would come after you with those big threats again. and you’ve never been in a position strong enough to fight back against him.
the pathetic little human, the bane of his life. yet, he can’t seem to stay away from you. demons are inherently evil creatures, that is a known fact. but after coming to the devildom, you learned demons are, in fact, not all monster.
they have bodies that look human and thoughts and feelings which may be questionable at time but still similar enough to the people in your own world to make you think wait a minute, they’re not all bad.
but that was before mammon revealed his irrational hatred for you. it has nothing to do with him hating humans or those weaker than him and everything to do with his dark, twisted infatuation with you. he’s the definition of cruel and demonic and you feel his animosity deep in your bones, now more than ever.
you don’t know how he did it, but staring at an empty locker where your rad uniform should be sitting boils your blood.
filled with fury, you storm out of the changing rooms in search of the demon.
mammon had already shrunk your sports kit by turning up the temperature when they were getting washed so your usually loose–fitting shorts cling to your thighs and butt. and after getting caught in the rain five minutes ago, you rushed inside to change your sodden white shirt.
but you were foolish to think things would go your way and now you’re storming through rad’s hallways with shorts riding up your ass and your bra fully visible under the wet shirt clinging to you. you’re overflowing with so much rage that you don’t care about the demons eyeing you in the tight clothes or licking their lips as you rush past them.
you spot your nemesis at the end of the hallway and for a moment, your heart stops beating. inhaling deeply, you build the courage to storm up to the white–haired demon.
he’s surrounded by his cronies, laughing at some sleazy joke that came out of his mouth and he refuses to look at you despite you standing in front of him. you know he knows you’re there. but in mammon fashion, he publicly humiliates you once again by completely ignoring you.
meanwhile, a small crowd of hungry demons gathers around you and your heart patters, shying under their interested eyes. but now is not a time to show weakness. now is the time to finally put mammon in his place, which is rather ironic since his place is among the strongest beings in all three realms and you are but a measly human.
“hey!” you shout and he rolls his eyes before finally turning to look at you.
just the sight of him infuriates you, but you’re not sure if the heat growing in your core is rooted from fury or from the way his eyes rake up and down your body. he blue orbs fall to your feet and slowly rise, taking in every detail of your frame.
little do you know, the shape of your body has him salivating. his eyes linger at your thighs, so thick and plush; your hips, so curvaceous and delicious; your tits, so tempting with your perky nipples poking through and your lacey bra visible under the wet shirt.
the tip of his tongue runs under his fangs before wetting his lips as they inch up one side of his face. as attractive as his smirk is, you want to slap it right off his face.
“what’s up, sugar tits?”
he quirks his brows, nodding his head to notion the attention he has for the state of your chest, hence the nickname.
you follow his gaze downwards, fully grasping how much of your breasts were on display. you gasp, covering them but it does nothing to hide your entire ass also being showcased.
damn, mammon thinks. you might as well not be wearing any underwear with how tightly your shorts are pressed against your pussy. he can see everything.
“i knew ya were a desperate little thing,” mammon taunts. “but i didn’t think you’d be so dumb to come beg for me in front of everyone.”
“i didn’t come to beg!” you yell, cowering as the crowd fills with laughs and jeers.
“then what did ya come for?” mammon rolls his eyes.
“i came here to…”
“….to what?” mammon steps closer. his scent is intoxicating as it surrounds you. “ya came here to yell at me, the great mammon?”
“n-no….” you mutter, suddenly afraid of his close proximity. with ever step forward he makes, you take one back which ends with your back against the wall and his big frame caging you against it.
he creates a little cave between your bodies that holds barely enough air for you to breathe. just like always, he controls you in any situation. if he doesn’t want you to breathe, he will simply steal all the air you could possibly breathe. and that means locking you tightly between his body and the wall will suffocate you as much as he wants it to, regardless of your pleas for forgiveness.
“i’m sorry....i–i shouldn’t have yelled at you....i didn’t mean to.”
whatever flattery you have in your tone fails to do the job as he closes in, the space between you negligent while you try to figure out a way to escape.
but as your body heats up from mammon forcing proximity, his hands begin to roam your body and you lose the ability to think straight.
“aww, the little human’s blushing. ya like me being this close?” you whimper against him, but he leans in to your ear and whispers, “want me to touch you?”
a quiet but still audible gasp drifts to his ears and he reigns in the delicacy of the sound. such a sweet, pretty sound. he simply needs to hear it again.
“you do, don’t you?” he chuckles lowly. “just say the words and i’ll do it.”
despite every cell in your brain rooting against you, you quietly whisper back to him, “please.... please touch me.”
a rumble sounds in his chest, growling from the pleasure of you inviting him to touch you. the heat radiates from your body, your desperation oozing from your pores. and there’s something else coming from your body, something you’re so ashamed to admit.
mammon’s teasing alone is enough to create wetness between your legs and succumbing to his dominance has your pussy producing more arousal with each throb of your lips.
“ah!” you gasp as a large hand cups your breast. you push his arm away but it only tightens his grip on it. “mammon....”
“these are some sweet tits, mc. shame ya hid ’m from me for so long.”
you have no chance to protest as he moves onto the next, grabbing both your breasts and squeazing hard. you cry out, hoping it would signal for help but it comes out as a moan instead, arousing the audience further.
every demon wants a piece of you, but mammon lays his claim on your body by roaming every inch of it, grabbing every bit of flesh as if it’s the only thing keeping him sane, which might well be true.
with the way he kneads your ass between his rough fingers, you’re just about ready to submit to him completely, to sacrifice your entire body to him so he can have his way and be satisfied.
“fuck,” mammon grumbles as his hands slide lower; you moan and whimper, embarrassed by your helpless position. there’s no way you can come back from this, not when mammon’s hand cups your pussy, rubbing up and down to bring you the relief you so desperately needed. and to his surprise, he finds more than what he expected. “look at that! she soaked through her panties and her shorts.”
“it’s your fault they’re so tight on me....”
“but it’s your fault that you’re this fucking wet,” he reminds you, and you back down with a heavy blush. “you’re the one getting turned on by this, sicko.”
he continues groping you, fondling your tits and squeezing your ass before his hand moves to your front and cups your tight pussy over and over again. you find what energy you have in you to hide your moans but it’s a failed attempt. as quiet as they are, he still hears them.
“fuck,” he groans into your ear, and whispers so no one else can hear his filthy voice. “wanna fuck this pussy so bad.”
“d-don’t….” you whimper, but your resistance earns a harsh grip on your ass. his fingers dig deep into your flesh, sure to leave behind bruises. “stop....”
“hah? you’re telling me, the great mammon, no? darlin’, ya already know how that’s gonna turn out.”
your gaze is blurred by tears — from embarrassment, from shame, from arousal. you can barely understand the plethora of sensations in your body but you do know that mammon touching you is so wrong even if it feels so right.
it confuses you so much that you can’t stop your hand from rising and colliding with his face. at least your gut instincts are still working. you push him away in the moment he is stunned and your palm stings from the slap.
the entire right side of his face burns red as he holds it.
“the fuck?!” he growls, bearing his fangs at you. “you fucking hit me?”
the crowd gasps and mutters as he dives towards you with his fists raised. you brace for impact, ready to be slammed into the wall. he’s never hurt you so badly before, but today just happens to be the day where all lines are crossed.
you gasp, holding up your hands to protect your face but as if time has frozen, you don’t feel the impact coming. when you finally breathe and look up, mammon looks down at you with raging eyes and a contorted face — as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was about to do.
before you can even think to question why he stopped himself, the two demons you least expect to see appear, parting the crowd as they arrive: lucifer, with diavolo trailing behind him.
“what is the meaning of this?” diavolo bellows, his eyes draping down your form.
lucifer’s cheeks burn, not from blushing but rather, anger, embarrassment, humiliation. “what on earth are you wearing?”
regret floods you as you remember your position in their household. and you’ve brought shame onto the brothers for flaunting yourself around rad dressed in what might as well be underwear.
diavolo’s voice is a bit more kind towards you, but he’s definitely pissed. “i’m going to assume you aren’t aware of the dress code within these walls, mc. might i remind you that dressing inappropriately will result in punishment. as will attacking another student. you will both receive detention effective immediately.”
“it was mammon—”
“stop your sputtering,” lucifer snaps. “go change this instant.”
“but….my uniform was stolen.”
“by who?”
you glance slyly to the white–haired demon beside you and your heart hammers. you could tell lucifer now, tell him everything that mammon has ever done to you. but mammon’s death glare scares you. not because of what he might do to you if you snitch, but how you’ll feel if he is ordered to never interact with you again.
you’re sure diavolo would put a stop to the bullying straight away, maybe even move you out of the house of lamentation. but that means you’ll see less of mammon and despite how much you hate him, you’ll feel lonely without his constant unwarranted attention.
“never mind,” you mutter. “i’ll find it.”
you arrived to detention on time, not wanting to anger lucifer any further. thankfully, the eldest had figured out it was mammon who stole your uniform and had him return it. the classroom is empty save for your sorrowful soul.
you hope mammon doesn’t come. he skips detentions just like he skips classes so you’re happy to have some time alone to calm down before heading home.
but as your luck would have it, the demon struts in, spotting you in your seat before striding over to sit beside you.
“you can sit anywhere in the room but you choose to sit next to me?” you scoff. “i thought you were supposed to hate me.”
“i do.”
“then why are you sitting next to me?”
mammon won’t allow that, though. he’s in control. whatever fantasies you have of him being soft and affectionate with you are over the seconds he decides them to be and right now, he puts an end to them by slipping his hand under your blazer and cupping your breast.
“so i can do this.” mammon raises his hand, slowly but it’s still concerning. his fingers brush your hair away from your face and your mind spins from the action. his thumb creeps closer, brushing the soft, sensitive skin of your lips.
you’re afraid to look at him, to see the gentleness hidden beneath his mean facade knowing that you’d fall for it in an instant.
you were beginning to feel the phantom of his touches from earlier, which is nothing if not the biggest red flag. but having his hand places on them again, fondling them eagerly is infinitely better than the memories of his corroding touch.
every second which passes with his hands on you, another part of you is corrupted by him and those few sacred, untouched parts rebel against all odds and finally give you some self–restraint and control.
“don’t touch me!” you whack his arm away and scoot over to the next chair, embarrassed that you almost fell for him again. every single time he teases you with niceties and gentle gestures that border flirtation, you find yourself hoping that it might be real.
but he’s just playing with you like he always has. he wants nothing more than to make you feel like a fool under his charms. your humiliation is food to him.
“come on, you said it was fine earlier. let me do it again.”
“no,” you say firmly. “i don’t want you to touch me anymore.”
mammon huffs. “suit yourself.”
hopefully with a seat between you, he’ll put an end to his interest in you and ignore you just like you’re ignoring him.
but choosing to ignore him would be your biggest mistake because when you glance over, in the corner of your eye you see on his ddd a photo of you naked in the shower. your body jolts at the sight of it.
“what the hell, mammon?!” you scream. “what are you doing?”
“gonna post it on devilgram, duh.”
“wait, mammon! don’t!” you try grabbing for his phone but he yanks your arm away from it and pushes you away.
“come on,” he whistles. “show me your tits.”
“what....”
he threatens you by holding his thumb over the post button. “didn’t want me to touch you, well now you gotta do what i say or i’ll post ’em”
“please, mammon. don’t do this.”
“nuh-uh. you should be on your knees begging me if you want me to stop.”
an inhumane noise releases from your throat. you’re not quite sure what it was — a growl of frustration, a beg for help? you’ll bever know because you’re too busy sinking to your knees pleading for mercy.
“not yet,” mammon stops you before your knees graze the ground. “get your tits out first.”
“what?”
“fuck, how many times do i need to say it?” he stares at you, demanding your obedience and you slowly rise, shamefully removing your blazer. “that’s better.”
his demonic blue–gold eyes cut through your skin and you unbutton your shirt one button at a time, shrugging it off so it falls down your shoulders but still hooked on your elbows. mammon salivates at the sight of your pretty chest.
he’s been waiting to see them since he saw you earlier, but fuck. this is the real deal. your breasts sit nicely in their lacey cups and just like a few hours ago, your slutty nipples poke through.
his hand immediately goes to his crotch and palms himself. you feel sick, disgusted but the way his hand moves against himself and his reddening cheeks turns you on. you try to look away from him, but you simply cannot do so.
“c’mere,” mammon mutters and with the phone in his hand ready to post your nude pictures, you do as he says. “get on your knees.”
when they touch the ground, your body shudders and you settle in front of him. there are no words to describe the way he looks down at you. you almost feel like it’s a blessing to be looked at by him at all.
“take my dick outta my pants.”
“what?”
“are ya dumb or something? take my fucking dick out of my pants.”
you can tell his patience is running thin and you don’t dare to test him further when he waves his ddd in front of your face. you reach up with shaky hands to unzip his pants but he stops you again.
“do it with your mouth.”
what kind of fantasies must he be having to order you to do such a thing? well, they’re the fantasies you play a part in and you’ll play them out exactly as he desires for your own wellbeing, lest the entire devildom see pictures of you naked.
taking the metal zip between your teeth, you pull it down. the button is more difficult to undo but you get there in the end despite mammon cackling at your struggle. next, you bite the fabric before dragging it down his thighs.
the sheer size of his cock amazes you and the ghost of it fills you up just by looking at it. your body is begging for him to be inside you, and you pray he’ll never find out. he ushers you to keep going and in the same way, you pull down his boxers, looking him dead in the eyes as you drag them down with your teeth.
he hisses as his cock is freed, letting it bounce as it twitches to life. cum oozes from his tip and you mindlessly lick your lips.
“suck it.” he says and reluctantly, you inch forward, taking his tip between your lips. your tongue swipes over it, tasting his cum that you can only describe as the only substance you’ll need to survive on from now on.
“fuck,” he groans. “your slutty mouth feels so fucking good.”
your pussy throbs each and every time he calls you a slut no matter how much you hate it and he inspires you to take him deeper in your mouth in hopes of him calling you it again. his fat cock fills your cheeks and you move back and forth, tongue running along his shaft.
he’s thick and hard, too big to fit in your mouth and you can only imagine the size of it tearing your pussy walls apart when he finally finds his home in there.
“ya looked so fucking hot in those shorts,” he grunts. “bet ya loved every minute of it, strutting around like a slut.”
“i’m not,” you mumble around his cock. “i’m not a slut.”
mammon scoffs, somehow able to understand your muffled words while his cock sits heavy in your mouth. he tuts as you pull back, drenching his cock in your saliva. “don’t lie to me, sweetheart. i know what a dirty little slut ya.”
“no…”
“every demon in that hallway was looking at ya and all i could smell was your sweet pussy leaking for me. bet they could all smell it too. bet they wanted ya as bad as i do.”
mammon….wants you?
now, that’s not something you ever thought of being a possibility. but as the words slip from his lips, your lower body heats up even more. there is so much desperation growing between your legs and you can’t hold back.
your nimble fingers find their way between your legs and mammon uses his foot to lift up your skirt and peek at the dirty things you do to yourself underneath it. god, your eyes are just so needy for him as he watches your fingers push in and out of your pussy.
the only thing blocking his view are the panties you pulled to the side and he orders you to take them off. it pains you to obey him again but the ache in your belly hurts so much more. if you listen to him well enough, maybe he’ll fill you up and finally put your body at ease.
after all that’s happened, the only thing you want right now is his fat cock stuffing you to the hilt instead of your amateur fingers which do not dare to match the level of pleasure mammon’s cock can give you.
swallowing bitterly, you gently place your soaked panties in the hand he holds out, feeling your arousal drip down your thighs already.
“you’re such a naughty girl, getting wet like this,” he teases, rubbing his thumb over the soggy patch on your panties. “so fucking bad.”
“i’m not!” you move away from him completely and plead on your knees. “i’m good, i’ve been nothing but good to you and you treat me so horribly!”
mammon supposes he should feel bad seeing you cry, but your cute little sniffles and the way your teary eyes look up at him through sodden lashes, well, it does make him feel bad….for what he’s about to do to you.
“aww, baby,” his hand snakes his hand under your chin. your skin burns from the way his fingers feel so right around your neck. his touch is gentle, guiding you up onto your feet and your knees are so weak that you begrudgingly lean on him for support. “i didn’t mean to make ya cry.”
his voice is soft as he feigns a pout while spouting such a lie. making you cry is a reward for mammon. you wouldn’t be surprised if he was getting off on this.
“what did i do to deserve this?” you whimper.
“oh darlin’” he kisses your cheek, nuzzling into your neck. the softness in his voice is foreign, and the gentle graze of his lips teasing your skin is addicting. “do you want me to stop?”
“huh?”
“want me to stop being mean to ya?”
freeing himself from the intoxicating scent of your pulse, he holds his face close to you with a hand on either side of yours, thumbs stroking your hot cheeks and wiping away tears. a sick feeling builds in your stomach, but a desperate, needy ache grows faster and stronger.
and as loud as they both are, you can only listen to one bodily instinct at a time.
nodding slowly, you don’t tear your eyes away from his hoping he will see how pathetic and miserable and desperate you are. you’d do anything if it means he’ll stop harassing you.
mammon’s wide smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes and he leans in, surprising you when his lips touch yours. your eyes grow to an abstractly large size and you don’t dare to move as he glides his lips against yours.
one arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him and his cock presses into your tummy while the other snakes around your shoulders, grabbing your scalp and holding your head in place. despite your best efforts to push him away, you remain with your lips locked onto his.
they’re both hot and cold at the same time, both gentle and destructive. all of your walls break down as he pries your sorry lips apart, swiping his tongue along them before devouring your mouth whole.
you moan and gasp against him, beating his chest with your fists but he refuses to let you go and to your dismay — or delight, you can’t quite tell — his hips begin moving. he grinds into your body, rubbing his bare cock along your tummy and leaving cum stains on your clothes.
every alarm in your body rings loudly and you lose the ability to breathe. your mind fogs up from the lack of air but you’re sure he’s doing this on purpose, not allowing you a single ounce of it and if one manages to slip past your lips, he steals it right away.
you know how he works. what mammon wants, mammon gets and while he deprives you of oxygen, he’s waiting for you to give in.
he forces his tongue deep in your mouth but the feel of it is new and draws out a deeper beast within you, greed and excitement growing in your core. while his cock ruts against you, your hands find it and you slowly stroke him, spreading his pre–cum along his length.
“that’s it. keep doing that,” he groans, lips only inches apart. “good girl.”
a whimper escapes you as the words roll of his tongue and your pussy erupts in sparks.
“what’s that, huh? you like it when i call you good girl?” biting your lip, you nod eagerly, earning another proud smile from him. “hm, maybe i should keep calling ya it. but then again, you’re nothing but a worthless slut.”
mammon grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you to the cold, hard ground. before you can wiggle away, he has you locked in place with your arms pinned down at the sides and your legs stretched on either side of his hips.
“mammon!” you yelp. “please, no….”
“dontcha ya want me to stop being mean to ya?” he questions, eyes filled with madness as he yanks down your bra and gropes your breasts. holding you in place as you writhe against him, mammon leans down and takes your nipple between his lips. “i’ll stop if you let me fuck your sweet little pussy. it’s a good deal, ain’t it?”
it’s the most horrific deal you’ve ever heard but you’re beyond reasoning at this point. the two things you desire most — for him to fuck you dumb on his cock and for him to stop bullying you — he can give to you right now. there’s no harm in killing two birds with one stone, right? if he’s going to be mean about it, you’ve no choice but to take it given it’s the only chance you’ll ever have to free yourself from him.
“fuck, your tits are so sweet.”
he can’t stop playing with them, squeezing them, slapping them and marvelling at the way they jiggle, then pinching your nipples and pulling them taught before releasing them and taking them in his mouth again.
“ah!” you moan. “mammon, don’t…” but the warmth of his lips is welcomed by your body and you arch into him.
burying his face into your breasts, he sucks and bites for what feels like hours, covering your mounds with bruises and when he rises with a gasp, his lips are covered in his saliva. his mini–makeout session with your breasts makes every hair on your body stand tall, all the while, your pussy leaks onto the ground beneath you.
mammon grabs both of your breasts, blessing each of his hands with their softness and rubs his cock head over your puffy lips.
“fucking sugar tits, alright,” he jokes. “ya like it when i call ya that?”
you shake your head violently but the truth is, you haven’t stopped thinking about it since he called you it earlier. it’s such a ridiculous name, so degrading and obscene. yet, your hole clenches over nothing when he calls you it.
“that’s right, sugar tits. i can feel your pussy throbbing against me.” mammon warns. “you’re gonna cum while i call ya sugar tits, ain’t ya?”
shaking your head again, you cry no’s and stop’s but each of them fly past his ears. but a guttural feeling deep down knows you’re glad he won’t listen. your pussy aches for his cock to fill you up, for your name to roll off his lips while he fucks his cum far into your pussy.
“you want this, don’t ya?”
“no,” you sob.
“don’t lie to me, bitch. you know you want it.”
“i don’t!”
oh, but you do.
you want this more than anything but you’d rather him not know because it would only give him more fuel to ruin you with.
“yes, you fucking do,” he forces the answer for you. his grabs his cock and prods it against your hole. it’s so wet and slippery that he almost falls deep inside but he’s using the last remainders of his control to hear you say the words he’s wanted to hear for so long. “you fucking want this. tell me you want this.”
you whine. struggling against him but he pushes you down with his ungodly strength.
“say it or i’ll post the fucking pictures.”
“i want it!” you yelp, the words blurting out against your will. “please, mammon. i want it!”
“that’s what i fucking thought.”
and with that, mammon pushes himself past your hole, his leaking tip digging its way into your pussy. your legs fly in the air as you feel him stretch your walls unbelievably wide.
“fuck! mammon!”
“your pussy’s sucking me in, baby,” he grunts with each thrust. “i knew ya wanted my cock this bad.”
with each rock of his hips, your body drags against the ground and he pins you down in place again, arms at your side and body spread wide for him. his eyes latch onto your tits bouncing with every thrust.
they mesmerise him, the way they knock up and down with each hard thrust acting as hypnosis for the demon and he grows desperate for release.
“fuck, sugar tits,” you clench at the pet name. it’s so humiliating but it feels so fucking good, as good as his cock battering your insides. “such a fucking slut enjoying my cock like this.”
he spits insult after insult, mocking you for your weakness against him. “nothin’ but a dirty little human desperate for some demon cock, huh? bet that’s why ya let me fuck around with ya for so long, because ya wanted this to happen, wanted me to fill your tiny little hole with my cum. isn’t that right?”
“no,” you shake your head, but you’re quickly met with his hands gripping your face harshly. “i mean, yes! yes i wanted this!”
“keep going….” he ruts harder, knocking your insides in the right way.
“i wanted this for so long, mammon!” you cry. “wanted your cock so bad i let you treat me like dirt all this time!”
“that’s right,” mammon groans. “i’m always fucking right about ya. nothin’ but a slutty little hole for me. gonna fucking breed ya with all of my cum, and no one’s ever gonna touch ya but me.”
“oh!” you moan, relishing in the words spilling from his lips. you know he doesn’t mean anything special by it, but you’re so blissed out from his cock that for a moment, it feels real. you’re his and his only in the empty classroom and you feel….special. “mammon, it’s so good!”
“yeah? my cock’s making ya feel good?”
“yes!”
“fucking hell, sugar tits loves my cock,” he yells for the whole school to hear, laughing at your the way your pussy tightens when he says it. “go on, you say it too.”
“huh?” you whine.
“fucking say it, scream it. need the whole fucking devildom to here ya being a slut for me.”
“but—”
“say it, angel. or ya don’t get to cum,” he grins seeing the desperation in your eyes, so obedient to him just for an orgasm. how much more pathetic can you get? “go on, be a good girl and say it.”
“i….i love mammon’s cock….”
“louder.”
“i love mammon’s cock,” you repeat but he still isn’t satisfied. he thrusts into you particularly harshly, a yelp escaping your lips and you hear his message loud and clear, screaming, “i love the great mammon’s cock!”
“that’s right, sugar tits,” he leans down. “ya gonna cum now?”
you nod fervently, desperate for release. his cock drags along your clenching walls, awakening the hidden sweet spots as your nectar leaks around him. “wanna cum! please!”
“go ahead, baby,” he ruts with a deep groan, coming close to the edge himself. “i’m gonna finish inside your filthy little pussy.”
“hhm,” you moan. “you shouldn’t!”
“but i’m gonna anyway.”
all it takes as one more thrust to feel ropes of mammon’s hot cum spurting out into your pussy. his thumb finds your clit and pinches it, pulls it, then circles it roughly while pushing his cum deeper inside you with his cock. seconds later, ecstasy washes over you and your body loses control, spasming against his cock as you arch deeper into it.
your walls are painted white with his cum and his cocks remains sheathed in your pussy as you writhe through your prolonged orgasm.
“fuck!” you squeal. “it feels so fucking good!”
“holy shit,” mammon groans, hissing when he finally pulls out from your hot mess of a pussy. “that was fucking amazing, huh?”
he falls back, watching your body twitch and tremble and his cum pours out from between your legs, giving him the perfect idea. he reaches for his ddd and opens the camera, facing it towards your blissed the fuck out body.
“hey, sugar tits,” you look at him, haunted by the sick grin on his face. “smile for the camera.”
“wait, mammon—”
“shaddup,” he mumbles and seconds later, several snaps of his camera sound. you yelp, covering your chest and closing your legs in a weak attempt. but mammon’s strength is far to superior to yours and he yanks your legs back open. “i gotcha now, angel.”
“what…?”
he snaps several more pictures and even a short film of his cum gushing out of your pussy. “fuck, i could sell these for some real grimm.”
the way his eyes light up terrifies you and you want nothing more than to curl up into a ball and cease to exist. if he did, your life in the devildom would truly be over. you’d have no dignity remaining from what little of it was left anyway.
“you said you’s stop!” you cry. “you promised you wouldn’t mess with me anymore if i let you fuck me!”
“ya didn’t actually believe that, did ya?”
the world comes crashing down on your heavy, aching body and you’re overcome with violent sobbing. all hope is lost; there’s nothing good left for you now. mammon has made sure of that.
“why? why are you doing this to me?”
“because you’re nothing but a worthless slut. but you’re fun to play with, i’ll give ya that.”
every nerve on your body aches with humiliation.
and what’s worse is knowing mammon gets off to it every single time.
how could you ever think you would mean something to him? you know your place full and well yet you still strived to be something more to him, when in reality, all you are is a toy for him to play with, a pathetic human designed for him to ruin in every way.
“p-please….” you sob. “please don’t tell anyone.
“that’s right, angel. you better do everything i say from now on, or else the entire fucking devildom is gonna know how much of a greedy slut ya are. fuck, ya were so fucking desperate for me to breed ya.”
your heart collapses into your stomach; you were a fool to ever believe him. his words and his touches twisted their way into your core and you gave into your sickly attraction to him. but what’s done is done and the best you can do now is some damage control.
“y–you won’t show the pictures to anyone….right?”
mammon scoffs with his devilish grin refusing to leave his face. your skin tingles as he glares at you. despite his terrible attention span and low grades, mammon is smart when he wants to be and smart he is by hacking away at all of your strength, leaving you with nothing but weakness and in the position he’s been wanting you in since the beginning.
“i won’t….for a price,” he grins. “what are ya willing to do to stop me from showing ‘em?”
with one question spilling from his lips, your mind shatters upon the realisation that your existence is now in his hands. you swallow, giving up on all of your pride and courage and hoping desperation will help you. and you really hope it will because that’s all you have left.
“anything. i’ll do anything.”
“good,” his eyes are dark like deep water as he leans over you again, engulfing your pitiful body in his scent. your heart races, tears soaking your eyes as you officially sign away your life to him. “because from now on, you’re the great mammon’s personal slut.”
Vampire mc. Like it could be an add on of angst if like they failed to protect mc when mc got attacked by a vampire, got turned into one. Like they can make a cute but vamp!mc is thirsty now- 🧛anon
(I started typing one for each brother but they winded up a little longer than intended. >u< I'm gonna break this up into 7+ parts, one for each character! Gonna use this post as the intro and master list for it, so each time a new installment is posted I'll update this here. Part I will be posted in just a minute!)
Intro:
Nobody was at fault.
The Devildom is filled with horrors. Dangers lurk within every shadow, eyeing you as easy prey and waiting for the right time to strike. It was honestly a miracle you hadn't been attacked sooner.
Despite that, everybody naturally blamed themselves. You shouldn't have been alone, they should have been by your side, why did they let you out of their sight? They had been naive.
You were locked up for a month in the Demon Lord's Castle, not that you remember much. The first two weeks were the worst. The room was bare, with a mattress and little else. The rare decorative wallpaper had been tattered with scrapes from your nails. You hardly recall anything more than flashes of confusing memories.
Diavolo restraining you with an anguished expression. Barbatos pinning you to the ground with a firm hand. Solomon chanting as you wailed and clawed at the floor by his feet, unable to cross the magical barrier that separated you from his tantalizing flesh.
You were not a pretty sight. It was for the best that those three would remain your only visitors during your stay at the castle. They wanted to look for a cure, but by the time they found you it had been too late. They knew this. They tried anyway.
Vampire metamorphosis is not a pleasant experience. By the third week you began to mellow out and regain conscious thought, but you were moody and irritable and oh so hungry. Your gums hurt. Everything felt hazy.
By week four you managed to stop yourself from gnawing on the mattress and it was decided that you were stable enough to return to the House of Lamentation.
Finally. You craved familiarity - your bedroom, your possessions, your best friends. But everything felt new, and you were a changed person. No longer the human exchange student.
Changes needed to be made, and it took a couple more days before you were permitted to leave the castle. With few words, you finally went back to your Devildom home.
Lucifer's Part here
Mammon's Part here
Leviathan's Part here
Satan's Part here
Asmodeus's Part Here
(The rest are currently still WIPs and will be updated here when finished.)
TKDB ghouls and a sleepy reader! One who constantly tired and is sometimes found sleeping even in the most ridiculous of places: sleeping while standing up in the middle of the hallway, or maybe conking out mid conversation and falling onto their shoulder.
tokyo debunker : the ghouls with a sleepy reader !
to anon : hellooooo !!! as someone who is very sleepy irl, i actually have so many ideas for this concept !! so thank you for the request ! ☺️💗 hope you enjoy my writing !!! <33
⚠️ : slight ooc !
frostheim
jin kamurai
he was talking to you about some report thing when he noticed that you fell asleep mid conversation with him.
he sighs, looking over at you STANDING WHILE SLEEPING (he thought he worked you to the bone) he speaks slightly louder, jolting you awake and continued the conversation.
now you are wondering why he hasn't called you over for the past few days as you watch tohma run around in your stead.
tohma ishibashi
“oh whats this ? is our king tiring you out ?” his voice came out from behind, making you jolt awake.
he noticed your sleepy nature, and starts to lecture on how unprofessional you are being. but he actually cares so he would give you lighter workload !
finds it very amusing that you could fall asleep at any moments but a little worried because anything, LITERALLY ANYTHING, can attack you !
kaito fuji
thinks this as a sleeping beauty kind of moment.
when you wake up to him trying to have this “sleeping beauty moment”, he jumps meters away from you.
he tries his best to protect you from anomalies when you go on missions together ! would offer to carry you if you are sleepy but he is too busy screaming his lungs out 😐
lucas errant
he will think you are sick 24/7 and would drag you to mortkranken
when he learns that its just your little quirks, he finds ways around them. if you feel like falling asleep, he is READY FOR YOU
doesn't want you to go on missions without him 😭 when you do anyways, he is ANXIOUSLY waiting for your arrival.
vagastrom
alan mido
noticed how always sleepy you were from the first mission and thought he was wearing you out 🥹 (MY SWEET BOY)
you had to reassure him that you are just a naturally sleepy person, before leaning forward and falling asleep on his forearm when you guys were heading back to darkwick through the galaxy express. now, he is obligated to stand like a tree for the next 10 minutes.
unsure how to wake you up, so he lays his hand on your head. (ME TOO PLEASE ALAN) the next day, he orders you stay in vagastrom with sho, leaving you confused on why. (if you squint hard enough, you will see his red ears)
leo kurosagi
notices your little habit when you fell asleep on his shoulder when he was using your stigma. HE WAS SO SHOCKED THAT HE JUMPED UP OUT OF THE SOFA AND STARTED CURSING
when you unintentionally do it again, he doesn't move you (simp) and lets you sleep there. only moves you when sho or alan comes to find him. but he doesn't get up immediately, he gently lays you down on the sofa and made sure no one wakes you up 🤭 (he does care i fear)
finds it troublesome to bring you on missions but protects you nonetheless (in his own way)
sho haizono
thought he put sleeping drugs on his food when he sees you so sleepy after eating at his food truck. (cue him rapidly checking his food stock and ingredients)
subaru reassured him that you are just sleepy in nature and able to sleep anywhere and anytime. he let out a LAUGH. (he is happy that he didn't commit a crime that you see at clubs)
NEVER LETS YOU RIDE BONNIE. he doesn't want to have to hire ritsu to defend him in court when you fly off his bike on the road.
jabberwock
haru sagara
another one who thought he was wearing you out to be very honest. but did that stop him from asking you to help out in jabberwock ? no. he just gives you the easier tasks.
when he catches you falling asleep after doing a task, he will lightly pat your head and let peekaboo snuggle with you, while draping a blanket over you two. and the cycle repeats.
and maybe, he will join in from time to time, but disappears before you wake up, making you questioning why a spot next to you in the blanket was so warm.
towa otonashi
OH HE LOVES LOVES LOVES this part of you ! the moment he catches you falling asleep, he scoops you in his arms and steals you to jabberwock.
any other person tries to take you away from him gets lightning chasing after him, including the ghouls. your place to rest now is in towa's arms and nowhere else.
has developed another sense on when you are falling asleep because he would randomly appear at times and ready to steal you to jabberwock 😭
ren shiranami
this fact was brought upon to him when you fell asleep on his shoulder during movie nights and he snapped a little, questioning why you were falling asleep during movie nights.
when you shared with him your little quirk, he feels bad but doesn't say much after that. the next time you come over for movie nights, he would play the movie and doesn't say much when you lay on his shoulder. (you can literally feel his body tensing up)
the moment he sees you fast asleep, he lets the movie run as he occasionally glances over his shoulder at you sleeping. (he actually enjoys this more than the movie LOL)
sinostra
taiga hoshibami
found out this quirk of yours when he asked you to sit on his lap at sinostra's casino. doesn't care though, just leave you on his lap as he continued playing. after the round, he simply got up with you in his arms and headed to his room.
when you wake up in his room, he was already holding you down and threatening you to not move.
he could get used to this, as he slides you back on his bed and continued napping, leaving you completely confused.
romeo scorpio lucci
its as if you broke one of his skin care products. he was screaming and yelling, making you jolt awake. (you fell asleep on his shoulder)
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, BB ?!” you just sighed, apologising before exiting romeo's office. (no, he didnt want to chase you away, he wanted you to stay.)
the next time this happens (yes there was a next time), instead of yelling, he gently laid you down on his sofa, shifting himself to give you room to sleep. wakes you up after 20 minutes. (how generous of you, romeo)
ritsu shinjo
he noticed this fact and pieced everything together himself. yes, he finds it a little unprofessional for you to fall asleep mid conversation, but its just how you are. he can't be japan's greatest paralegal if he can't 100% accomedate to his clients needs.
when you fell asleep however, he stops and stare. he sighs as he continues writing the report. (you wake up with him next to you, and his blazer on your body.) “im sitting here for your safety.” he explains. (OKAY RITSU, OKAY 🤭)
finds it concerning that darkwick is still allowing you to go on missions. after a few failed attempts to convince darkwick, he just protects you whenever you go on a mission with him 😭🥺
hotarubi
subaru kagami
he swore you were awake like minutes ago and was flustered at you asleep on the floor of the main room. (he found out from haku about your sleeping quirks)
very cautious around you. he is afraid that if you fall asleep on him, his stigma will activate on you. you reassured him that you are comfortable with him, making him feel a little better (still cautious a lil bit)
so protective of you during missions. he is constantly on his toes around you. first one running towards you when you need help.
haku kusanagi
we all know he was waiting for this moment. this very moment. the moment you fell asleep on his shoulder, you can hear the nat geo wild narrator in a distance “the adolescent male has achieved the sacred shoulder pillow bond. now, he remains perfectly still. he must perserve the moment at all costs—even if his arm perishes in the process.”
HE DID NOT, I REPEAT, HE DID NOT LET HIS MOMENT TO WASTE. he immediately snaps a picture, laying his head on yours before sliding his phone in his pocket.
when you reached your destination, he wakes up first and gently wakes you up. “slept well, princess ?” he teases. HE HOPES, to experience this again. (oh, he will. trust.)
zenji kotodama
actually thought you found him boring and got so sad after that. (NO MY BABY NOOOOOOOO)
when he did found out about your sleepy behaviour, he immediately had a 360% mood switch and started being normal again. (thank you subaru for reassuring him)
like the other ghouls, he worries about your safety so he discreetly made sure that the doll artifact follows behind you guys.
obscuary
edward hart
ANOTHER WHO ENJOYS THIS QUIRK ABOUT YOU !!!!!!!! well.. he enjoys it abit too much actually....
enjoys your body heat, literally making rui stressed out and ask lyca to pry you out of his arms. “have some sympathy, im just an old man.” he sighs, making rui roll his eyes.
watching you sleep at the bar counter when you are doing your homework. he would just slide himself next to you and lay your body against him. (and he kidnaps you to his room)
rui mizuki
he is stressed. stressed at two things. one, at how cute you are fast asleep on the bar counter. and two, stressed that HE CANT SQUISH YOUR CHEEKS. (snaps a photo though)
another ghoul you have to reassure that he isnt wearing you out and you are naturally like this. this lead him to not ask you to help out as much anymore (no, he still does because you are the only one who can talk through lyca 🧍🏻♀️)
makes you cocktail concoctions to help you keep awake ! especially on missions, he will whip out a flask and pass it over to you when he caught sight of you being sleepy 🤭
lyca colt
doesn't mind it. but was very alarmed when you fell asleep on his shoulder when you were showing him how to do his homework.
shakes you awake literally. when you explain your sleepy nature, he ofcourse asked if all girls was like this, or is just you. (the explanation takes awhile okay, he is learning)
the next time this has happened, he just lets you be. would even pull his blanket, HIS BLANKIE MIND YOU, on you to keep you warm. (the blanket only covers half your body but he was happy that he was ‘keeping you warm’)
mortkranken
yuri isami
wants to cure your constantly falling asleep and random places. would call you over to mortkranken for random checkups and actually takes note of your odd behaviour.
what made him research so hard ? it was because you fell asleep on his shoulder once and he started yelling like a chimpazee when you offer it prohibited food in the zoo.
he avoided you for days. he thinks you are in love with him. well, until jiro pointed out that it was just one of your quirks. (no he is not upset! he so is LOL)
jiro kirisaki
doesn't really care to be very honest because he is very aware of your condition, especially in missions.
would offer you medical infused ways to keep yourself awake, especially during missions and class.
he probably think its a side effect of the curse you have. but when he found out you have been always like that, he starts asking about your family history 😭
frostheim: strength & the importance of appearances
aka 2.7k words of rambling about the frostheim ghouls and themes. spoilers up to + including episode 13 and for luca's affinity 6 + 8 chat, tohma's affinity 6 chat. evaluation of the themes the house missions deal with are inspired by this reddit post!
-> series masterpost here!
(as of august 14th this post has been updated with details from episode 13!)
i. the ghouls
thematically, frostheim's missions seem to involve a) the discrepancy between appearances and reality and b) abuse of power within established frameworks. this distortion of projected images/intent is reflected in the twists the writers put on the ghouls' given archetypes.
1.1. JIN
jin is, on the surface, the untouchable, revered king - an image that tohma tries his darndest to uphold as the truth. it's broken quite early on, however, when we see him storm out after the masterpiece newscasters broadcast the death of his mother, as well as when the frostheim students are gossiping about his withdrawal from his duties. as the story unfolds/affinity levels and dialogues are unlocked, we also see more sensitive sides of him and get a glimpse into how he became the person he is now.
as a whole, jin's material and political royalties are contrasted heavily against the hollowness of his personal life and the countless losses he's endured. he's framed as a shell of who he was prior to the clash/the loss of his mother the year before, and whatever facade of infallibility tohma puts up for him is dismantled soon after its introduction. in the wake of the clash, he's said to have stagnated (this is contrasted against the frostheim students' descriptions as 'relentless in the pursuit of their goals') and his self-image is largely shattered. this fall from grace is illustrated by the loss of his ability to use his stigma, which literally compels people to obey his commands, on his own. he is a king, yes - he has the birthright, the throne, and someone at his right hand - but his power is gone. this is the very definition of reduction to a figurehead (see: his opening lines should the player choose him for the cutscene, which now has a fun other layer to it!).
overall, we see jin as someone struggling to move forward - to let go of the past and come to terms with what overcoming the changes in his life entails. his writing subverts our expectations of how the captain of the elite, hypercompetitive house would be - and in doing so, reinforces the aforementioned discrepancy between appearances and reality which is so thematically significant to frostheim's episodes.
1.2 TOHMA
tohma is the savvy, collected advisor who may or may not be treacherous (either way, the writers do their best to make him seem that way). he's careful with his words, likes chess metaphors, and is an avid enjoyer of mind games. not traits you would commonly associate with the brute strength he's renowned for, at least according to jin. his background in vagastrom and the volatile nature of his artifact add another great layer to his character.
but what role does he play in frostheim, thematically? tohma, more than anyone, embodies the importance of projecting strength. the house is known for its gossip; one exposed moment of vulnerability is enough for the people to start swarming. someone with tohma's political acumen is well aware of this. the scope of his influence is even captured in his combative abilities - the close-range nature of his halberd combined with his power to send vibrations long-distance. he constantly asserts himself as someone of unbreakable composure, without weaknesses to pick apart - and he does this for jin, as well. tohma is the mask (the need to pretend which dominates high society), and jin what lies behind it (the scandal, suffering, and loss which is disguised so). this is an incredibly interesting facet of their dynamic - a mask can fit over an array of faces but must be worn in the end, after all, lest it become little more than a prop. its wearer, however, can do without.
edit 14.08 - this idea of tohma being a mask, of the necessity of deception, is only affirmed in murder at the masquerade. the fracturing of his relationship with jin occurs when the truth of his shenanigans in vagastrom (or, at least, a part of it) is unveiled. the fact that this is kickstarted by jin's vision in a mirror again adds another super interesting layer to how we can interpret his character - as not just a mask, but as a mirror: something which reflects others' images back at them and exposes truths they seek to hide, all thewhile concealing his own nature. by his own admission, tohma only exists in relation to those around him; he bases his (external) identity around his loyalty to jin, his quest for the spy, his role in frostheim... but who is he outside of them? i want to know. zzg let me into the writer's room STAT.
1.3 LUCA
within frostheim, luca represents two chief things: the price of loyalty & sincerity, as well as the pitfalls of the quest for power.
first off, he's the gallant, dutiful knight. he's personable, hardworking, and his unwavering sincerity occasionally ends up painting him as tactless. i'm extremely tickled by how this aspect of his character interacts with frostheim's environment - luca has a good heart and will bare it to anyone who asks. how that goes over in the 'pit of snakes' (as termed by its captain himself) is a beautiful thing, to me.
the idea of strength is integral to luca's character. he's a protector to the end (within like... twenty minutes of meeting kaito and mc, he swears to defend them with his life) and his firmness of identity is based on whether or not he is capable of defending those he loves. in his affinity 8 chat, he states that his family demands that the heir be stronger than anyone else; when asked if such an expectation burdens him, he replies: 'not at all. i have my role, just as you have yours. all i'm doing is fulfilling it.'
i wouldn't take this at face value with anyone else, but he is so unbelievably honest that i have to believe he's telling it to us straight. in luca's mind, there are expectations, and he must fulfill them, and he cannot afford to focus on what may happen if he doesn't (the reality he's met with is a horrible one, after all). his tendency to apply this mindset to others puts something of a strain on his relationships, as well (see his argument with kaito in ep 1 after they fail the mission). unconsciously, he expects a lot from others because that's what he's been giving those around him for so long.
moving forward, the darker aspects of his character (which offer a welcome twist to the 'loyal, chivalrous knight' archetype he's assigned) are similarly rooted in this fixation on strength. his quest to subjugate a demon is called to mind. subjugate as in make subservient - to force another beneath you. the militant connotations don't evade me, either - a king and his army dominating another group by force and bringing them under his governance. fits very well with frostheim's association with regal structures.
his obsession with the idea of subjugating a demon is framed somewhat comedically whenever it makes an appearance, but the intensity with which he presents it always makes me think real hard. taking his brother into account, it's a hungering for power - for revenge. good, kind luca, who is so shaped by this want for vengeance. very very interesting.
to me, luca's story has an incredible amount of potential. it's a nigh-perfect avenue of exploring how loyalty (to one's family, to one's cause) can warp someone's character, how sincerity in an environment predicated on smoke and mirrors can be both a boon and a folly, and how actions interact with intent in the pursuit of one's goals.
1.4 KAITO
kaito's chapter title is 'the archer'. automatically, this stands out as being the only frostheimer one which isn't a widely recognised position in a standard medieval court. especially when paired with his warm(er) colour palette, this only emphasises the idea that he doesn't belong among the frostheim ghouls. however, we know that he definitely has connections to a massively esteemed household through his pendant, and his tendency to gossip/make a meal out of small things (his frequent overthinking in all his interactions with mc comes to mind) is very frostheim imo.
a major aspect of kaito's character that comes through in conversation is his tendency to alter his word depending on the situation. he's something of a social chameleon, successful or not. he retroactively corrects his own opinions, goes off on unrelated tangents, jumps between beliefs. his internal world is messy. he's self-pitying, somewhat narrow-minded, and insecure, but that's what makes those moments where he proves himself willing to stand up when it counts so impactful. kaito is overwhelmingly settled in the ideas others have of him - a useless coward who should have been more - so when he grits his teeth and allows himself to focus on anything other than the ideas that he's internalised, it's pretty damn great.
moving forward, a big part of what drives him is his desire to become human, first expressed near the end of the prologue. kaito may be a failure of a ghoul, but a human? he's a better human. a good one, even, because existence as a human is free of the expectations that come with being a ghoul. all kaito wants is to not have anything to fulfill and anyone to disappoint, and he believes that becoming human again will give him that.
thematically, kaito serves as a really great addition to the narrative of strength. the concept of being strong is all too often presented as a binary (weak vs strong, useless vs useful) and makes frequent appearances across the entire story. darkwick's social dynamics are literally based around it. ghouls are powerful and capable, so we can delegate leadership, combat, interpersonal responsibilities to them. whatever we can't do, we give to them - our special forces. the GA students are humans, so we stuff them into supporting roles and let them mind their business. i'll bet that kaito's view of what becoming human again would entail has a lot to do with this disparity.
circling back. in frostheim, whose environment demands strength or at least a convincing facade of it, characters wield physical, political, and/or financial power to their own ends and are respected for it in the text. kaito doesn't have any of those, however, and so he isn't acknowledged unless it's to disparage him.
but he's not weak - not really. kaito's importance in the story hinges on his ability to empathise with mc in a way that very few openly have. he's very understanding of her struggles despite her rarely (if ever) voicing them, and he doesn't hesitate to defend her to others. his strength lies in the fact that he's simply a good friend - mc's first friend, in fact - and the value of that is often lost among the discussions of control and influence and strength which have dominated frostheim so far.
ii. relationship dynamics
so much about the ghouls is communicated through their interactions with one another. i touched on the dynamics between jin and tohma earlier (honestly i could dedicate a whole other post to them) so i'll be focusing on the others, now. this section is dedicated to pairs mainly because i'm very iffy on my ability to comment on the trios/the four of them all together.
2.1 TOHMA & KAITO
save for hotarubi and mortkranken, in every house exists at least one senior-junior pair who serve as foils to one another (or at least contrast each other in a thematically significant way). tohma and kaito are one of these pairs.
tohma's brute strength, unbreakable composure, and confidence are a far, far cry from kaito's self-described weakness, agitation, and general neuroticism. they're set apart in pretty much every single way - their artifacts, stigmas, relationship to mc...
in all honesty, kaito is someone tohma delights in preying on - he's incredibly easy to read and, subsequently, manipulate, as seen in tohma's affinity level 6 chat with him. i'd love to speak more on tohma as a whole tbh but he is such an enigma that i hesitate to say anything more definitive.
edit 14.08 - want to add that tohma and kaito do actually share (at least) one similarity. they're adaptable and realistic. chameleons. shapeshifters. they change with their surroundings, and always think of other people when approaching anything. it's really interesting to see how they harness this trait so differently - tohma from his position of power, and kaito from his self-described role at the bottom of the food chain.
2.1 JIN & LUCA
remember what i said about the senior-junior pairs? these two are our second catch of the day.
jin and luca are continuously at odds. the former's intercepting of the vagastrom brawl at the start of episode 2, their campus interactions, and luca's affinity level 6 chat stand out as notable incidents. jin views luca as overzealous, if not outright reckless - 'after something happens is too late', he tells him in ep 2 with regards to protecting mc. even their colour palettes are in direct opposition to one another. their dynamic brings up many questions: what fuels jin's treatment of luca? is it disdain for his single-mindedness, pure and simple? does luca, charismatic and devoted as he is, perhaps remind jin of his old self prior to the clash?
^ edit 14.08 - even their signatures are mirrors of each other. jin signs his first name but initials his last, whereas luca does the opposite. it's an absolutely WONDERFUL way of hinting at their atittudes towards their filial duties - jin begrudgingly bearing the weight of his father's title and their strained relationship versus luca's unerring commitment to the responsibilities he shoulders...
the two are similar in more ways than one, as well: both grapple with the loss of a significant loved one (jin's mother and luca's brother), both are unafraid to part with their material wealth (jin quintupling the laurel crown's prize money, luca paying romeo while coming to kaito's aid in the prologue), both come from families which demand strength in their heirs, and both are swordsmen. it does make you wonder - what else is in store for them?
2.3 LUCA & KAITO
my beloveds... luca and kaito are the story's dynamic duo. they are, again, contrasted in almost every way. kaito will change based on the situation; luca is unabashedly himself wherever he goes. kaito runs away from expectations; luca charges towards them headfirst. kaito is someone who demands protection, and luca is a protector before anything else. not to mention their family backgrounds, self-perceptions, and individual motivations...
in the end, however, they're connected by the fact that they are wonderful friends to mc and to each other (well, kaito has a little ways to go, but you get the point). both embody the importance of viewing empathy and compassion as strength in a setting where it is all too often discounted, and i love them forever <3
edit 8.08 - @lukaitodaily made some absolutely wonderful additions in the replies which i am commanding you to go look at. for some unholy reason tumblr is not letting me add them directly into the post so OPEN UP THOSE NOTES PEOPLE
iii. final thoughts
from chapter titles to the castle-like dorm to how the four members align with the structure of the medieval european feudal system (jin as the king, tohma as the nobles, luca as the knights, and kaito as the peasants), the storytelling emphasises frostheim's associations with the concept of hierarchy a lot. with this comes a boatload of very cool (pun intended) thematic points which are captured exceedingly well through the character writing. there is a lot more i could say about them (jin and tohma especially) but this post is long and disjointed enough so... another time perhaps.
all in all they are my boys and i love them and think they deserve more <3 credit & thank you to the person who wrote a paragraph on luca in @/miumonga's fandom survey by the way! you inspired a lot of the section on him if you're reading this :>
thank you so much for reading through my insanity if you're here whoa???? gold star for you holy shit. let me know your thoughts and have a wonderful day!!
Any of the tkdb ghouls x reader w/ forced proximity 🌚 like maybe an anomaly traps them in an enclosed space, like a box or a minor, non lethal curse that won’t let so-and-so go without being in skin-to-skin contact with reader.
Whoever’s on the writing team for episode 19 need their dick sucked crazy insaneo something-stuck-inside-my-plastic-straw-now-im-trying-to-get-it-out style
Frostheim, Hotarubi, Obscuary, and Mortkranken’s new crests all look so different from Jabberwock, Vagastrom, and Sinostra’s. The latter just looks so much more old-timey when compared to the former, which could maybe imply they’ve been around longer or perhaps it’s the other way around.
It’s not like we’ve heard of dorms being closed or new ones opening up (Obscuary and Dionysia however it’s spelt). Idk these are just my 6am thoughts. Gives me the slightest bit of hope that they plan on replacing the AI backgrounds (let me dream yall).
Maybe I’m pulling this out of my ass but isn’t it rumored that seeing a Like Dove means someone nearby has a crush on you? Personally I think they’re used to spy on Darkwick students but at the same time EHEHEHEH SHO HAS A CRUSH ON LITTLE OLD ME??? BATS EYELASHES BLUSHES
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