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quintchess · 2 years

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hero pretending to be villain's pet to piss superhero off?

bonus if hero's a little bit of an attention whore, and is in a relationship with villain

Request #3

"What do you mean no?" The hero whimpered, holding onto Superhero’s shoulder, barely supporting their own weight. "I told you earlier that I can't work overtime today. I had plans for the evening!"

Hero's paltry almost watery eyes begged for allowance to go; their lower lip trembled slightly. But Superhero, having gathered all their strength to look as unperturbed as they could, only unhooked the hero's fingers from themselves. “You know perfectly well that this is your job. The sooner you interrogate that criminal, the sooner you'll be free.”

Hero barely had enough reflexes to catch their balance when their hands so quickly lost the support they just had been holding on to. Eyeing at the superhero, who looked professionally cold, Hero blinked several times, as if this was their only way not to fall apart.

Words like a bullet hit their abdominal, leaving not a hole, but a whole crater burning their insides and sucking up their being. They were more than a perfect worker, never late for work, never disobeying orders. With the background of an entire track record like theirs, such an attitude felt more than unfair.

“Ask someone else. I'm not the only one working here." In a calm but demanding voice Hero clung to the last opportunity to persuade their superior. Hope of choosing the right words to help them leave this place still caught up in their throat, not ready to be unalterably swallowed.

“You're wasting your time.” Superhero replied with a heavy sigh, sorting through the folders with documents displayed in alphabetical order. When they reached the right one, they pulled it from the shelf and handed it to Hero, who hesitated for a while to get their hands to touch the folder. “Take it.”

The hero groaned as they took the papers. They wanted to throw this folder on the floor, slam their fist against the wall, and scream. Their whole being was stubbornly convincing them they could leave right now, with no one able to tell them otherwise. They had worked hard enough to deserve such privilege. But part of them remembered how important their work was and how much power the superhero had over them; their authority couldn’t stand even the slightest hints of confrontation. That part of themselves Hero hated the most.

Clutching the folder in their hand so hard, they could leave a clear imprint of the shape of their fingers on it, the hero forced themselves to walk down the hallway towards the interrogation room. The muscles of the whole body burned, and the legs refused to step forward, making an excessively loud stomp in an empty space. Their whole body was becoming insufficient for the anger that filled their blood vessels and spread freely through their limbs. Hero almost felt sorry for the person waiting for them in the interrogation room.

Taking an earpiece at the entrance, which was mandatory for communication with Superhero during interrogation, Hero opened the iron door, flew into a murderously bright room, and slammed the door behind them shut with such force, it could make plaster fly off the walls. Throwing the folder with the documents on the table in front of them, they heavily sucked in the air, still refusing to believe that they were forced to be here.

Hero ran their palm along their face, not paying any attention to who was in front of them. They didn't care about anything, except that they already hated the person sitting across the table for ruining their evening. For getting caught at the wrong time and wasting Hero's time.

Squeezing fingers until their knuckles turned white, the hero forced themselves to open their mouth, but not a single word came from them when they finally saw who was sitting on the other side of the table.

“Surprise.” Villain smiled charmingly, lightly waving their handcuffed hands. “Bad day at work?”

From the villain’s equanimity, Hero almost choked on air, quickly removing the earpiece from their ear and clutching it tightly in their hand to drown out any sounds. “What are you doing here?!” Despite speaking in a whisper, a hidden yell was very clearly caught in their voice.

Villain intertwined the fingers of their own hands and rested their elbows on the table, leaning closer to the hero and, replicating their manner, whispered back. “What does it look like? I'm picking you up from work.”

With these words the hero tightened their grip on the earbud in their hand; one sudden movement separated them from crushing the device. “You do understand that I got stuck here because of you?” The semblance of a yell was gradually disappearing from their voice, but all the emotions of indignation and injustice clung to them still.

The villain opened their mouth, inhaling soundlessly and pretending to be offended. “It is not true.” They lightly tapped their palms against the table, keeping their voice low. “You would’ve stayed at work anyway, and you know it.”

The hero slowly leaned back, settling themselves more comfortably on the chair. They knew the other tasks definitely would’ve been found for them, and of course they would be too important to save them for another time. It happened nearly every work day, and Hero never complained except for tonight when they had plans and told everybody about them beforehand.

They'd be lying if they said they weren’t happy to see Villain here. Like cold water, they calm down the fire of hatred flaring up in Hero’s guts, ready to destroy everything in their path. However, nothing could completely rip the emotions from Superhero's refusal out of them, and they’re still trying to find the switch deep inside, able to turn off negative emotions.

When the hero spoke, their palm slid across the table, looking at the villain's case file in front of them. “So what's the plan?”

The villain smiled, too radiant and inappropriate to Hero's mood. “In about 15 minutes, Right Hand will pick us up from here. Until then…” They slowly stretched out both hands along the table to touch the hero's hand with their fingertips. “We could have some fun.” Their head didn't move an inch, but their gaze pointed in the direction of the double-sided glass through which they were being watched.

Hero didn't have time to answer, interrupted by the sounds of a speaker installed in one of the upper corners of the room.

“Hero.” The voice was distorted by mechanical noises, but it wasn’t hard to guess it belonged to Superhero.

They were on the other side of the glass and watched the whole process for sure. The hero knew their whispers couldn’t be heard through the poor quality sound system installed here, and, apparently, the people watching the interrogation were tired of this silent show.

Hero put the earpiece back in their ear, pretending they were still conducting an interrogation. But their thoughts were already in a completely different place. The opportunity to fool around with Villain until they get picked up from here, in a matter of seconds, erased all signs of anger from the hero. And the mere idea of their actions possibly playing on the superhero's nerves, charged them with additional energy, making it hard to sit still.

Hero was beaming with joy and anticipation, and it took them a while to put themselves together and overcome the excessive emotions in their voice.

“You look tired.” The villain decided to speak first. Their voice sounded soft, not depending on how they were no longer trying to hide their conversation from the audience. “I could help you.”

“And how exactly?” Hero was surprised at how calmly they managed to say that, even though they still had to bury their face in their shoulder at the last word to suppress a smile playing on their lips.

“Oh, these hands can do magic.” Villain cocked their head slightly to one side, showing their open palms. “But first you need to take these handcuffs off of me.”

The hero couldn't help but chuckle, enjoying all of this way too much. For a moment they thought they could give themselves away with that; but then they looked at this from a different angle, from which their laughter could sound like a mockery of such a silly request.

“Hero, don't get distracted.” The superhero's bored voice sounded in the earbud, clearly dissatisfied with how no questions contributing to the interrogation had been asked yet.

For Hero it was a clear call to action. If Superhero didn’t want them to lose their focus, then that's exactly what they will do. Even if the villain’s presence could help them cope with the cutthroat wrath, anger for the superhero hasn’t gone anywhere. The memories of the recent conflict only fueled Hero's desire to awaken in their superior the same emotions that had overwhelmed them just a few minutes ago.

“I don't have a key.” The hero pointed with their eyes at the villain's handcuffs, propping their chin with their hand to hide the smile trying to decorate their lips.

“Prove it.” Without hesitation, Villain replied, keeping an innocent smile that hid so much more behind it.

Trying to put on the same mask of discontent they had when they came here, Hero reluctantly got up from their chair, moving it aside with a sharp gesture of their hand. From the outside, it might seem they were furious with this request, but in reality, all they could think about was Superhero's reaction and Villain's devouring gaze.

Their own hands dropped on their shoulders first, then moved smoothly down to their chest, inspecting every inch of their body and going too slowly lower to look like a simple proof of the absence of the key. It took Hero a lot of effort to keep a neutral face under the villain's gaze. And yet they remained cold; their face showed nothing when their palms were running over the pockets on their hips and demonstrating they were empty.

Tracing a circle in the air with their finger, Villain wordlessly asked them to turn around, and the hero complied right away, giving them visual access to their back pockets. They couldn't see the villain's face, but could feel the eagerness with which they studied the hero’s body through the fabric of their clothes and imagined how Hero's hands were their own.

“Hero, what are you doing?” A heavy sigh and a voice suddenly appearing in the earpiece made the hero shudder slightly. The obvious irritation in Superhero's voice made them realize their plan was working. That served perfectly as an obvious hint to continue the show. After all, the hero still hadn’t achieved the desired effect.

“Let me take a closer look.” Villain cooed when they met with Hero's face again.

The hero nodded, slowly approaching them closer, accompanied by the sounds of orders to stop coming from their earpiece. They didn't know why no one had come and shoved them out of here yet. Perhaps Superhero, watching them, hoped Hero would come to their senses, but the hero themselves didn’t even consider this to be an option. They reveled in the voice of their superior, that sounded more like a yell with every passing second, and couldn’t help but triumph from the realization they could anger someone with such simple actions.

With an undisguised grin, Hero sat down right on the table in front of Villain, moving their own arms to the sides and letting the villain touch them however they wanted. The look on their face was obviously saying how such an action was unexpected even for them, but unlike Superhero, Villain smiled contentedly, placing their hands on top of the hero’s pants. Their fingers didn’t rush to check the pockets, giving them the opportunity to do it with their eyes first.

Normally, the hero would’ve looked into their eyes, enjoying the depth of the gaze, but now they could only glance in the direction of the double-sided glass. They desperately wanted to see the superhero's expression at this moment. To see how they barely restrained themselves from starting to destroy furniture. After all, no one knew about the hero's relationship with the villain, and to find it out by means of such a performance would be very... surprising.

“Take it off.” The villain smoothly ran their palms over the hero's chest, then slowly removed their hands from their shirt, letting them do all the work. “I want to make sure that you really don't have any keys on you.”

At this point, Hero was smiling too broadly to pretend they wasn't doing this on purpose. Their hands were effortlessly unbuttoning their own shirt, and when there was a grating sound in the earbud, indicating Superhero had removed the intercom on the other end, Hero stopped halfway. They knew perfectly well what was going to happen next, and while they still has a little bit of time left, they cupped Villain's face in their hands and quickly pressed their lips to the villains.

A lot happened in the next second. The door swung open, letting an enraged Superhero into the interrogation room. Concrete crumbs fell from the ceiling, in a matter of seconds, forming a hole through which Right Hand could be seen. And the villain kissed Hero back, grasping at their shirt like it was the only thing keeping them sane.

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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I'm gonna hate myself for this.

An male mc that is fucking Diavolo into the mattress and lucifer rings Diavolo asking where he is. And mc won't let him hang up the phone so Diavolo is on call with lucifer trying to explain why he isn't there. And just when he thinks he's done Diavolo let's out a loud ass moan and they hear the beep on the phone as lucifer hangs up.

What have I done....

Told ya I’d do this next ;)

Unwanted Phone Call

Pairing: Diavolo x M!MC

Words: 1,041

NSFW // Smut // Vulgar Language

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It all really started with a kiss. You and Diavolo had recently confessed to eachother after sharing your first kiss and your sex lives couldn’t have been more steamy. You two’ve making love every day for the past week, the room practically stinking of sex and cum by now. But that never really mattered. Not to Diavolo at lest. All that mattered to him was if your cock was shoved up his ass or not. He loves the feeling of you inside of him. Your hands clawing his back and your grip on his ass as you pound into him mercilessly; the way you leave his hole sore and his legs numb afterwards and all the prominent hickeys you leave on him. He’s found to enjoy you topping him and wouldn’t want it any other way.

It was just another one of those days really. Him pinned down to the bed with his legs on your shoulder, your dick shoved deep inside of him while he moaning in pleasure, the bed creaking from the force. He’s finished off all his work for the day and he didn’t have any expectated phone calls coming in any time soon, so when his D.D.D begins to ring, Lucifer’s name displayed in the screen, it surprises you both. You look down at him, your cock still rammed inside of him as the phone continues to ring. He was about to push you off but all of a sudden, you rolled him over and pinned him down onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs out slowly with your knee. You quickly press the answer button and put him on speaker, nudging him to respond.

“Yes, hello?” He speaks quietly, whimpering as you slide in and out of him gradually, your hand caressing his nipples and between his thighs.

“Diavolo. Where are you?” You see his head hit the pillow. He must’ve forgotten he agreed to meet up with him after getting distracted by you. You smirk and place a kiss to his spine, feeling him shudder underneath you.

“Ah, I apologise, Lucifer. Something came up suddenly and turns out I can’t attend tonight...” He managed to choke out with your hand pressed to his groin teasingly and your dick buried deep inside his quivering hole.

“What came up? Are you alright?” You hear him ask suspiciously through the phone.

“No no it’s nothing, I’m fi-“ You suddenly thrust into him mid-sentence, causing him to make a strange noise and cut off. He bites his lip, embarrassed as your hand starts to pump at his cock while fucking him slowly. You plant a kiss to his neck and tell him quietly to keep taking.

“Are you... sure? You don’t sound too good” His voice sounds concerned from the other end of the phone, an awkward pause between words as he’s trying to figure out what the hell could’ve been so important for him to skip.

“Sorry, yes, I’m ok. Just a bit busy right now” He pants, obviously near his limit. Your hand continues to travel down his body, settling at his hips as you thrust into him, harder this time, a silent slapping noise audible to you both, but possibly not to Lucifer. Yet...

“Busy doing what? Just tell me and I’ll leave you to it, my lord” You can already imagine how red his cheeks are from that question as they’re pressed to the pillow. How could he possibly tell him that he’s currently got his ass up in the air pressed to your crotch and is getting pounded into the bed until he’s left with his legs quivering and his cock drilling with pre-cum? You kiss his neck, your strokes becoming faster. He puts his hand over his mouth so Lucifer can’t hear him through the phone, but the sounds you two were making were now very evident and even Lucifer could hear them by this point.

“Diavolo are you sure you’re ok? I can hear a strange noise in the background...?” He grips the pillow tightly, a few stray moans escaping, muffled against his hand. You were fucking into him mercilessly now, your grip on his ass tight so that little nail marks are left all over. You lift him up by his hair and whisper to continue in the ear, giving him a long kiss before letting go and allowing him to respond.

“It’s nothing! I’m just with MC right now!” You hear him sigh through the phone, obviously quite annoyed he’s avoided meeting with him to go see you again. You laugh under your breath and grip his thigh, burying yourself deeper inside of him and jacking him off at the same time, enjoying the distressed, overstimulated look on his face as he attempts to respond.

“I guess I’ll let you two get on with whatever you were up then. But tell me in advance next time!” He says, annoyed with the prince’s antics once again.

“Yes, of course! Thank you, Lucifer.” He spits out, out of breath and overly stimulated. Holding back so many moans; you’d think as soon as it ends, he’d be begging for you to let him cum and scream your name.

“Alright then. See you tomorrow-” You couldn’t help yourself, you thrusted yourself into him, punching his nipples so that a loud moan ripped from Diavolo’s throat, his hand immediately clasping over his mouth as you hear the line hang up. You wasted no time of flipping him back over and leaning down to kiss him, exploring his mouth with your tongue as you jerk him off and fuck him harder and faster until he’s crying out for you, your name coming out in moans and groans until he couldn’t speak any longer.

He finishes, his cum shooting onto his stomach while you empty yourself inside of him, the excess leaking out you scoop up and offer it to his mouth to lick clean. His cheeks were red raw and his eyes were rolled back; his legs twitching and dick drenched in his own semen. You lower yourself down onto him, watching him hide his face in his hands as he realises what he’s done.

Meeting Lucifer the next day couldn’t have been more awkward-

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gravesofheirscog · 3 years

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The update ignited my imagination!

1. When we first meet the revenant, he reminds me of an annoying sales manager, because he reduces everything to a broken soul.

Are you talking about vamir? Of course, it's because of a broken soul!

Are you shouting with joy? I'm almost 100% sure that a broken soul is involved!

Are you silent? A broken soul, no less.

2. When we choose the revenant name, I was amused by the moment with the choice of Excess.

"So, what noble name will you give me?"

Ms "of course": Excess

Excess : I think I've made a contract with the god of originality and creativity

3. When can we interact with Dit? When did Carmine start interacting with him and how did it happen?We will sign a contract with him, and he will give us strength? If he is a god, can he be worshipped by performing any rituals on virgin blood (ours)? Would it be possible to build any friendship with him, or at least the relationship of a faithful cultist and a benevolent god? And why, if Deet can manipulate time so freely, is the world still not in ruins?

4. Is it possible to emotionally manipulate Vitaly to create a sense of guilt in front of us and to cultivate a hero complex?

For example, I have a scene in my head.

Background:

Miss is a fragile child who, thanks to this and her acting abilities, plays a child younger than her age, calls Vitaly her brother and constantly shows signs of affection. All in order to create a sense of innocence and naivety, which must be protected. I decided to destroy the Academy day by day, and I interacted with Dit for a long time.

Ms "runs up to Vitaly and silently embraces him"

Vitaly: Something you are some silent today?

ms "still hides his eyes and says in a lost voice": Brother, do you want to escape from here?

Vitaly "pats the lady on the head": Of course, I want this more than anything in the world. But as long as that's not possible, don't worry, soon your big brother will grow up and be strong enough to get us out of here.

MS "brooding voice": More than anything else? "hugs him even tighter and leaves with a determined look"

Ms: Sorry, I have to go. "runs away"

Vialy " thoughtfully rubs his head, but does not attach any importance to this"

The next day.

Ms "runs up to Vitaly in a painfully depressed state and, without giving him time to recover, says:" Brother, I need you to be at the edge of the forest today in 30 minutes. It's a matter of life and death, I beg you, if you don't, something bad will happen.

Vitaly "worryingly": You were bullied again by high school students, do they want you to be there?

Ms "High spirits leave smnenya with fear and determination": Vitaly, please, I can't say. "runs away in tears"

Vitaly, angry and ready to fight, comes to the edge of the forest at the right moment, but there is no one there, before he has time to think about something, he is blinded by the brightest flash of light. After his eyes begin to see something, he turns around and sees the burning ruins at the academy site and a black dot above them that is rapidly approaching him. When the dot comes close enough, Vitaly realizes that it is Ms, but now blood is flowing from his eyes, nose and ears.

Ms "sobbing, talking in a frenzy": Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't know it would be like this. He told me he'd set you free, I didn't know ,I didn't know

, I didn't know, I didn't know. "At this moment, black tentacles break out from under the MK and drag it into the dark hole"

Vitaly shudders from the shock of everything that is happening and falls to his knees. Much later, he will add up all the hints and realize that some powerful dark entity has offered the MC a contract for his release. He realizes that he wasn't really at fault in that situation, there wasn't much he could have done. But a heartbreaking sense of guilt will forever settle in his heart.

Of course, in this imaginary scenario, there are a number of assumptions, for example, I do not know if Vitaly wants to escape, if I got at least partially into his character, if there is a forest edge in that academy, and much more. But my imagination persists in painting such a picture.

Ah, your questions always get me thinking! They’re so much fun to answer, so thank you for sending this in!

1. It’s been so much fun to read/see people’s reactions to the revenant. I totally see what you mean about a particularly bull headed salesman! I had a laugh imagining him trying to pawn off crappy used cars to people lmao.

2. Haha, thanks! Growing up I had a pet clam named Clammy and people had similar reactions lol.

3. Interactions with Deathe will be coming up in the next chapter, and his relationship/how he met Carmine will be explained as it affects the plot of the original novel quite a bit. You can choose to sign a contract with him, and he will give the MC powers in accordance with that contract. And yes, he is a god (elder god, to be precise) and as the story progresses you can build up a relationship with him. On the topic of rituals, there’s some in-universe debate over this but you will be able to ask him yourself in the next chapter! Also, his manipulation over time is a pretty overarching spoiler so I can’t say anything yet - sorry!

4. The MC can absolutely manipulate Vitalius/Astasus by pretending to be the meek girl Carmine used to be. There’s a few ways I plan to take this, so I hope you’ll enjoy it! Also, I feel like you really understood him well! I really enjoyed reading that!

Thank you so much for your ask!

#ask

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