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hello to everyone! the name’s jazz and mun is 33 so expect there can be some nsfw content that revolves around sexual as well as other material that isn’t meant for the younger audience. i’m currently working full-time (with two jobs) which leaves my schedule somewhat open to roleplay but this is usually where most of my muses will be located. seeing how i have an unpredictable schedule, my activity will remain on a PERMANENT SEMI-ACTIVE meaning i will come to lurk and work on drafts slowly. please, please be patient and that’s all i request. other than that, i hope to have fun with you in interactions!

CREDIT(S): icon PSD & PROMO GRAPHIC commissioned by @pyreign​.   |   SALTER, SABER, RITSUKA (FEMALE), IRISVIEL, ILLYASVIEL, RITSUKA (MALE), CASTER GILGAMESH, ARTHUR, RIN, SAKURA AND NIGHTINGALE MANGA ICON BASES by @faterpresources / @cantillat​. icon PSD for SABER and ALTER SABER by @cantillat​ .

the fandoms featuring this blog are: FIRE EMBLEM:THREE HOUSES | FATE | KIMETSU NO YAIBA ( DEMON SLAYER ) | OBEY ME: SHALL WE DATE? | DIGIMON | FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST | POKEMON | DANGANRONPA | RWBY ( ALL CANON-DIVERGENT ) | PERSONA | JOJO BIZZARE ADVENTURES | FRUITS BASKET ( FURUBA ) | MISCELLANEOUS FANDOMS ( CONSISTS A VARIETY OF FANDOMS )

The care in Eve’s voice never resorted to yelling, nor would she do so when delivering comfort to him. That was the danger in her abilities as the first woman who granted tranquility to anyone she approached. Perhaps some looked at the woman’s bosom with lust, others would deliver a fear the moment their sins were awakened…precisely like this man. He stood tall before all these wives of his though he couldn’t resume the control even if her proposal was a trap. There’s no way she could ever hope to repair what was lost, only grant salvation towards his soul before it was too late. She saw some semblance of desiring to cling onto life and a wish to change his ways. The conditions were rather simple enough, and all he had to do was release them. She would do the rest in restoring their consciousness and bring them to the town that wasn’t destroyed just yet. She would surrender herself to his embrace, hoping to bring some life into his heart just like before. Blue eyes resumed their gentle gaze as she noted precisely where his own traveled throughout her body. Perhaps there’s a yearning to retain his coat back again, though he would have voiced out those wishes. There’s so much she hadn’t grasped even after all these years of roaming around with her children. Abel and Cain insisted she covered up, in the hopes that no other man would touch her. The first woman merely giggled at such notions and yet…here she was, about to become the wife of this man. A smile managed to spread when thinking about them dearly and perhaps imagined Regulus would also desire such things someday. For now, she must focus on saving him from this endless cycle before he meets his demise. The world wasn’t going to be kind towards him and his sins won’t be forgiven as easily as her.

“Do you not see, my dear Regulus?”

One hand extended out to grace before the huntress wife that his eyes focused on and touched her forehead gently. That very hand would dare to rest against the man’s chest, projecting what could have happened between them. The first woman poured precisely the sentiment he received when confronting Eve though in the image of the woman he preserved. Being freed of decay, a sense of choice, and the suffering were non-existent in their current state. But she offered the actual warmth she could have provided if things were different. “They are not going to display their true beauty like this…not the same as I do. Is it not beautiful to experience this light, if they weren’t deprived of the things you’ve robbed them? Ah, I pray I can see this smile because…you certainly deserve to smile as you did in the present.” Her fingers once again grasped his with care, smiling softly when speaking these words. There wasn’t any falsehood to her words when she could see the very wife who brought him joy. Maybe she wasn’t the same, maybe it would be frightening for him, but she would do anything to protect these women. They need to be granted the freedom they deserve and to eventually pass on from this life.

The sound of his voice would bring Eve to pause briefly, taking a small step back to grant him the space he desired. Whatever turmoil he was going through would eventually be calmed when she embraced him against her bosom once more. She’d heed those outbursts as if listening to her dear Abel wept within her arms uncontrollably. The first woman certainly grew accustomed to it, which made her patience become unmatched to other women. This wasn’t submission towards a man but merely allowing him to speak, to cry, and to yell to his heart’s content until silence fell between them.

Such cries were silenced when the authority of his words would deliver her the cue to finally speak. The proposal the first woman offered would not be abandoned, later clasp her hands together with a gentle smile. Ah…it would be rather awkward to be married without any witnesses though she realized the countless wives here would do. She could witness the souls of theirs crying out to be released, her heart racing with the kind of shyness she felt during her first husband. Maybe it wasn’t the same and a chapel wasn’t surrounding them as they were naked together and told by the gods they were meant for each other. Eve couldn’t help growing excited with anticipation at this proposal, immediately standing right before him.

“I will marry you, my dear Regulus.”

Another thought clicked Eve’s head, the kind that would send her cheeks flustered. Did she not witness every wife around here with a beautiful dress before? “O-Oh, would I have to wear a dress like them? I have never wore one before but they definitely look beautiful!” Blue eyes would brim with a light that looked quite excited to have this opportunity, even if the beauty of her existence outshined everyone around her. But his own proposal did ask him to wed him right on this spot and no one else would witness their marriage. Perhaps another time the first woman could experience that moment, though she had to focus. Getting her children out of here…in one piece mattered the most. With a determined smile, she raised a hand against her bosom to emit a light that would bind them together.

An empty sentiment resided against his face, almost being observant over what was laid before him. The demon lord’s bare form remained when crimson eyes focused on the mess that was made. Human pieces scattered of that particular prey Upper Moon One continued rambling about, and now witnessing the aftermath. It appears their strength was matched though demons would become the victors in this little fight. It’s only natural since they had the ability to regenerate their limbs, all it took was a source of blood. His own blood would aid in the quickened recovery to the fallen swordsman since he was a worthy product. Muzan could only lay eyes before the resemblance his target harbored, still lacking any understanding of this pursuit. Perhaps it was some kind of sibling rivalry between them and only cared to match their strengths together. Clearly one of them made the right decision to accept his blood, thus granting the victor this prize. It truly was fascinating to grasp everything together when clearing away the path for them to step. For now, he focused on allowing the flow of his blood to sink into that shattered form.

“Sun breather, you say? Interesting…”

Crimson eyes glowed before the shattered face of that sun breather though Muzan couldn’t help being curious about that statement. He insists their knowledge had been lost, that every single one was hunted down. Such words may come back to haunt this demon and the demon lord wasn’t any exception to this rule. He painfully knew the stubbornness of humans, knowing how their struggle is what motivates them to progress forward. While he wished to remain still in one time…they will keep treading the path even if it leads them to death. The demon should deliver a remark, or rather a fair warning about the weight of his words. Should they prove to be wrong, then he’ll need to embark on another mission on finding every sun breather. Their legacy will surely return and he was fortunate enough to halt one of them from passing that knowledge. Actually, how was he not to know if there’s been someone who this Upper Moon One transferred such a technique to? He had no reason to receive every secret up his sleeve though he was grateful those memories he looked through were empty of such attachments.

“Tell me something, Upper Moon One…”

Upon the regeneration of the demon, he would raise that arm to fold across his bare chest. The thought to even place any form of clothing was lost on the demon lord. He still resided with such sincerity of displaying his physique, almost as if this was a natural thing to do. Such sights would eventually be caught by nearby mortals that were silenced by him. The quickened slash immediately caught by those golden six eyes of his, using one hand to collect two mortal heads within his grip. Muzan couldn’t help letting their fearful complexions gaze at them as he resumed speaking with curiosity.

“What are the chances that he did transfer his technique before you got to him?”

Perhaps such doubts would become insulting to the other though it was valid for Muzan to question any possibility. All it took was one family to remain, one single legacy to be passed down that escaped his clutches. Humans were that persistent in that regard and he took into account such chances despite how Upper Moon One didn’t harbor that sentiment. Clawed fingers sunk into the terrified heads, draining out whatever fragments of blood remained. It was a mere drink while awaiting to hear what the demon thought about his testimony. If he expected absolute praise, then such expectations would be a mistake as he let those hollowed skulls fall before the ground. They rolled over to the demon’s side as a token of scraps that he could feast upon or simply crush their heads. Either option was fine, seeing how he had his fill for the remainder of the evening.

He only wanted for no mistake to be made, as it was a valid step to lessen the numbers of humans who wanted to fight them. Hardly any experiment the demon lord made would end up being eliminated after a couple of days. Studying any of their growths would escape, as he wanted to craft the perfect specimen and mix with it. In between those crimson eyes staring intently at the Upper Moon One was the decision to craft some clothing to cover his bare form. A clawed hand would extend out, giving that signal to have this demon rise from the ground. Muzan couldn’t stand someone he viewed with equal standing to bow his head down…even out of knowing his place. They would finally breathe on the same ground, a high praise that shouldn’t be turned away by him. Besides it was appropriate to have this conversation as they breathed the same air to each other. Whatever anger that surfaced against his hollowed chest, it seemed to vanish around him. Perhaps the lack of disappointment wasn’t present to him and it would demonstrate with this closeness. Fingers cup underneath the demon’s chin, making certain their eyes would face each other. No kind of bowing was needed by Upper Moon One as he’d forgive any possible mistake.

It was the very fear of losing someone Umemiya loved to anything or anyone that made him react this way. Despite hearing those defensive remarks, the leader didn’t let him down on the ground until they were finally at the rooftop. He would take that punch against his chest with ease since he couldn’t sense the strength coming from it. The taller male would take such a punch again, if only it meant that his point would be apparent to the bicolored male. “I’m sorry Sakura but…I don’t enjoy touching someone who matters to me the most. I saw the way he was staring at you, even the way his hands were holding yours with desire.” Of course, he couldn’t necessarily blame such a reaction when Sakura’s existence was desirable. Yet that desire belongs to the third year and him alone. His own hands would reclaim those fingers that were touched by someone else, making certain those fingertips rubbed gently against his knuckles to leave his mark. He would make it clear that only his touch would ghost around his body…and no one else. Hearing that response, it’d help to ease those tense shoulders that might have reacted to doing something he would regret. The control he fought to claim the grade captain immediately was dying out as his heart skipped a beat.

Good…he wouldn’t have to mark his body like that, and not scare him off.

“Hmm, are you sure? Because…you look very comfortable climbing on my lap like it’s your territory, Sakura.” Not like he was going to suddenly push the first year away when he looked perfectly well against his lap. If anything, it made the leader quite content that he took delight in climbing up on his own free will. That might have been the first step for the bicolored male to take when expressing how he truly felt. Strong arms would wrap around that slim waist of his, making certain to keep him in place so he didn’t suddenly slip off. Hands gently caress around the warmth of that flesh that would feel wonderful when no clothes were involved. Maybe someday Umemiya would reach this step, but he was content with having the weight of the boy sitting on his lap. Hearing those rejections of what that jealousy was being expressed would make him chuckle softly. At least he didn’t try to pull away, even after embracing him like a lover. “You really are so cute, Sakura…and beautiful. I could get lost in those perfect eyes all day long.”

Every second that Umemiya stared at Sakura responding like this was growing harder for him to hold back. Maybe he should become open about what they could do, just to make things official that the leader fell for this adorable stray cat. He didn’t truly enjoy seeing the male beating himself over what these feelings were showing Sakura how he felt. Then again, it was a nice thing to aid in his growth within Furin and wanted him to gain the courage to speak his feelings out comfortably. There wouldn’t be any judgment on his end…and he’d easily return those feelings tenfold. The first year simply needed to be honest, know that he’s safe here within his strong arms and was capable of saying anything in his mind. That might be why he chose to not explain everything because the bicolored male understood it deep within. “Hmmm I’m glad to know that I’m the best at cooking! That definitely makes me look forward to how many delicious foods I can cook for you, Sakura.” A smile displayed upon his face, folding his arms across his chest with curiosity. It almost seemed like he was about to say something important though held back. That definitely wouldn’t do, which made him quite worried. “It’s alright, Sakura…don’t be afraid to tell me anything that’s on your mind.” Anything he had to say was important to the leader which is why he tried to encourage him to speak out his feelings. Maybe it’d be more than simple words, and his brow raises the moment he started to approach him closer. “Sakura…everything about what you say, what you do, it’s all very important to me. You are someone I value highly.”

There were those eyes that stared into his face, watching every movement they made together. This might be how destined lovers in movies would gaze into each other’s eyes and the leader enjoyed every second of it. Placing those lips against the first year’s skin, he took the moment just to explore what he enjoyed. These were gentle affections that he clearly wasn’t used to receiving which made him slightly happy. At least Umemiya would become his first for everything, and that included falling in love. Those beautiful eyes somehow focused intently around the scar that lingered above one of his eyes. Such a tale could be shared another time, but he figured it might have concerned the other or even looked displeasing to stare at. He practically prepared to hear some judgment over the scar as well as questioning how it happened. But Sakura managed to surprise him, especially when commenting how good the scar looked on him. He couldn’t help chuckling a bit since it might have been the first to hear such a thing. Even the orphanage and kids would playfully say that he couldn’t find a partner someday, not with how many fights he got himself into. “Ah, you actually like it? Heh…guess I did find my perfect match. But I feel the same about your beautiful hair, Sakura. It definitely looks good on you…along with your eyes. They’re like staring into the sun and moon at the same time…hmm what a gorgeous boy you are.” It’s only natural that their eyes should close for their first kiss together. Or maybe the other preferred they stare into each other, just to see the moment their lips lock together. He truly didn’t know how to approach it and didn’t wish to make the other nervous than he already was. Ah, it looked like all those concerns melted away the moment their distance was no more.

Umemiya was granted the very first passionate kiss he hadn’t received by anyone. These lips were used to deliver commands to Furin, making certain everything was fine around town. But he never was granted the common desires of a boy that was still attending high school. Those desires didn’t have their moments of surfacing up, maybe a few wishes to relieve himself after looking at magazines. But Sakura’s arrival managed to stir up desires that made him curious of what it’d be like to see the bicolored male naked. Those feelings continued to grow the longer they deepened their kiss, letting their tongues wrestle each other. He got a wonderful taste of the first year’s mouth as a groan escaped his lips. Arms made certain to embrace the boy, making sure he didn’t fall back and would immediately catch him if he ever did. The hold on their bodies pressing together would make a tent form against his pants slowly. The erection rising would be put to a pause the moment their lips parted, saliva trailing out of their mouths. His breathing became heavy with a tongue licking the trail that lingered around both their lips. The leader wanted to make sure to clean him up properly, but also wished to savor the taste. Everything about Sakura was starting to drive his desires and could barely hear out what the other stated. His mind was growing hazy in a dangerous way, desiring to claim the grade captain right in front of him. Focus…he had to focus for now and hold back even if he’s already got a boner right now. “Hm…we’ve never done anything like that. But ahh…did Tsubaki truly have feelings for me? I guess if he ever did say something to me, I would have to unfortunately turn him away. He’s a special friend of mine…but you Sakura…you’re the one that I want.” It was obvious with the erection forming around his pants, desiring to slide them off right now. But he would have enjoyed having their first date before doing something like this. These urges, however, were starting to overwhelm him and it never happened with anyone before. A hand covered his forehead to hold back from pouncing the male right now until he felt the other tugging him along. Strange how he couldn’t focus properly, even with the sound of his tone lowering like a starved animal. He desperately wanted to devour him…

“At least it’s the kind with a mint flavoring and it lacks nicotine that would harm my lungs again. Huh…is that a good thing, Angel?” Eyes settled around the devil with curiosity, capturing every movement he made after Aki delivered that kiss. It didn’t look like there was disgust in his body nor was he expressing a distaste for that touch to remain around his bottom lip. The way his own body didn’t shift from its spot already showed the interest to continue, maybe they could feel as if they’re far away from the city. They could escape to a place where it’s only the two of them while everything around the park had vanished from their eyes. A faint inhale of the fresh air would occur, taking a moment to dig into those pockets to grab his handkerchief. He figured now would be appropriate to clean up the mess the ice cream dropped…until the shift in Angel’s body grasped his attention. “Angel?” Whatever breath was exhaled, its contents were consumed by the other in a heartbeat.

Cheeks lit up brightly the moment he felt those soft lips returning the kiss that he previously delivered. It felt different than the simple peck the devil hunter wanted to give, the kind of desire that was foreign to devils and angels. Maybe humans could understand it though it seems such desires were keen to all kinds of creatures. He simply didn’t contain feelings for anyone, he didn’t find the right person…until now. Aki immediately viewed those feathered wings expanding out to envelop them like a cocoon. At that moment, he could finally close those eyes and lean properly to deepen their kiss. Hands would rest against pale cheeks to stroke them as if they were the only ones around this park. He almost forgot there were other sounds to distract them, maybe knowing someone from Public Safety would catch them. All those thoughts were pushed away and he focused on listening to the heartbeat racing against Angel’s chest. When pulling away slowly, fingers stroke those locks of hair that were quite messy. He could take pleasure in brushing his hair if he ever asked for it.

“If only it belonged to the downfall of their leader, you may have brought me worthwhile news. But…” The glow in Muzan’s eyes emits their aura when appearing right before the other demon’s face. “Shortening their numbers may reduce morale under the corps and will surrender to the fear of facing you. For that, you may receive some credit Douma.” Although he delivered the empty praises, they were merely words that fell out of those fangs. He could only find some meaning behind the useless slaughter of underlings if it meant not slicing away a valuable asset. There truly was more meaning behind this report, understanding the cult leader wasn’t the kind to arrive empty-handed. Such absence of his prey immediately foretold his curiosity as to what else drew the other’s attention.

A body would shift back to delivering distance between them, enforcing his authority of not desiring to be near the Upper Moon. Eyes fell to the curious trap of understanding there’s more to his report. Truly, such a crafty demon tends to leave the most important news of all from his master but it fell like petals against the pond. The lack of entertainment must have eaten away his insides to have nothing else to do. If Muzan were absolutely sadistic, he’d enable such impatience until the cult leader enacted a violent role. Though it mattered to have each Upper Moon continue their work and not act on their own…he already dealt with it when it came to that former swordsman.

Seeing that blush over his cheeks definitely made things worth it to confess his own feelings for the male. It certainly helped to have an attractive appearance, something the leader understood the other didn’t feel like he possessed. Every gesture he made whenever approaching him never went unnoticed and he saw the hard work he put to this appearance. It must have been a blessing for someone to brush these locks of hair, something he wouldn’t mind doing himself. Umemiya could feel the rough and soft texture of his hands as he grasped them gently. The sensation rubbed along those fingertips while smiling, even if he had his own roughness with every touch. That came as a price for whenever he had to protect the town and Furin from other delinquents that tried to disturb the peace. The third year couldn’t help placing a faint kiss to his hands, making sure the heavenly king was delivered the proper affections.

Suo fought with those tendencies and now he’d be given this confrontation on a daily basis. Every time he would embrace his boyfriend, he needed to keep himself controlled. He couldn’t fabricate an emotion that ended up sparking ever since he took him as his pupil. Every smile that Nirei placed, it warmed his heart enough to finally open towards someone. Surely he could keep that mouth shut with other means…but he won’t ever hurt him. It truly was a dangerous gamble, though he was determined to care for the first year just like he trusted him.

Perhaps he will express the truth behind everything, or end up kidnapping him away from Furin and back to his home. No wonder the vice captain didn’t wish to bring him back to that place. At least, not until Nirei was ready to confront the truth. All Suo could do was admire those precious features that his boyfriend displayed and leaned closer to press their lips together. Perhaps he could grow addicted to the taste, and slowly convert him to his world.

“Not at all! Because…I like the idea of having a virgin boyfriend. It means I can be your first, and your last Nirei-kun.”

It was a playful remark that Suo made about it though it was truthful about having his first virgin. That thought alone was quite a dangerous thing to possess, maybe being a little too strong with getting him excited. The embrace he had over his boyfriend now turned to a light desire of exploring what kinds of things would stir Nirei up. What other expressions could he make, aside from that cute and innocent smile? The possibilities were endless as he smiled casually with those thoughts tucked away behind a mask. He looked too content with having the first year embracing him like this, and trusting what he was seeing. Well his heart beat racing couldn’t be concealed away and it was a sound the other would hear immediately. Fingers gently play with those blonde locks slowly, very much enjoying the warmth that he lacked all this time. If only they could have these peaceful days all the time in Furin though he was glad he came here. It meant they would find each other, knowing he chose right in his pupil. He simply didn’t expect to grow this attached to the point of wanting to take him away from here..until the time comes.

Eyes focus intently on those movements that craved to embrace him without hesitation though he restrained himself for no reason. It was endearing to witness, but the Avatar of Pride wouldn’t bother holding back from approaching him. His human certainly had a way to deliver these stunning moments together despite his absence. Arms would wrap around that slender figure, bringing him close against the demon’s chest to inhale that familiar scent. Lucifer truly longed for the arrival of someone that mattered deeply to him. He listened to those compliments that flattered his pride, but it wasn’t a mistake to say he slightly altered his wardrobe. Much of his reversed attire started to be lenient with how much flesh he was willing to expose. It might have been Ryan’s influence that brought out a different side, or he merely wanted to deliver some tease.

It was good for Lucifer himself to let loose, and not succumb to the habits of working every hour of the day. That was the only challenge whenever being by himself though was simple enough when having the human’s company over. “Heh, you look quite appealing as well Ryan. There’s some color to your cheeks and your hair…did you change it during your departure?” Red fingernails would stroke his hair, mostly wanting a reason to touch each strand to prove he had returned. Some moments alone invited Pride to embrace thin air…practically yearning to have his human return back safely. Of course, he wouldn’t go without keeping contact and would hesitate to write the message of having him return back to Devildom. Return back to the House of Lamentation and back to his arms.

“Of course I would get worked up over you…you’re my boyfriend. But i-is it really that hot? I think I should be saying the same thing about you, Karma.”

Oh there were plenty of times that Nagisa could recall when his boyfriend delivered the same treatment to his bullies. That might be why they ended up connecting with each other, but it was usually Karma doing the fighting back then. Now that they ended up being trained like this…it’s only natural that he would take the lead this time. Despite knowing that he could take care of himself, he would slither around to keep a watchful eye on him. They both shared a desire to keep each other safe from this world and it made his heart beat race quickly. Cheeks still blush from being embraced by the other, lightly nuzzling his head against his chest to leave his scent. At least this would be one way he could stake claim over his boyfriend with that usual smile.