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The Forgotten Queen: Prologue

The discovery of the ancient city called Yharnam was supposed to be the biggest archeological find of the decade. But perhaps some secrets are best left well alone…

A Ghost Hunt and Bloodborne crossover. Set about two years after the events of Akumu no Sumu Ie.

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Hi! I have a question and I wonder if you could help me: regarding Naru's psychometry, is it restricted to objects only, or does it work when touching other people/living beings? I only read the manga and I can't really remember if there's any explanation related to this, and lately i've read some fanfics and got confused about what is canon information and fanon interpretation/headcanon. Thank you!

Hello there! These asks are sort of related. Enough that I want to answer them together. So, as far as I know, it’s never mentioned in the novels or short stories whether Naru’s psychometry works on living targets. Whenever his psychometry is discussed, it just sort of talks about objects. It mentions that he either merely sees information or he synchs with a target, i.e., the person related to the object. The stronger the emotion, the deeper the connection, and the harder it is to resist the vision. Naru mentions he was borrowing some clothes from Gene when he had a vision of his death.

To this, Mai asks, “Suddenly? You didn’t do something trying to synch with him deliberately?”

To which Naru replies, “That kind of intention isn’t always necessary. Rejecting it requires will, however.”

So if Naru’s psychometry works on living targets, then he might not always be able to control seeing visions from being touched by another person. This is a very popular fanon explanation for why Naru doesn’t like to be touched. However, I haven’t noticed Naru being averse to all touch unless it’s of an intimate nature. Even then, it’s only if you’re not in his inner circle. In the short story Eugene, Gene mentions that Naru just doesn’t know how to deal with it:

Noll wasn’t comfortable with physical contact. It was strange how uncomfortable he was with it. He could extremely coldly reject people he could ignore, but it really put him on the spot when it came to people he couldn’t ignore. That’s why they were so physical with Noll. It was one of the things Gene and Madoka did to tease him. And maybe even his parents were doing the same.—Eugene, translation by kagedreams

Gene doesn’t mention anything about the psychometry. But I feel like Naru’s family and friends would respect his personal space if he did have to deal with something like that. Even Lin, who is very concerned about the burden of Naru’s psychometry, touches Naru’s shoulder or head occasionally, which doesn’t bother Naru at all. 

And if we actually look up the term psychometry, it’s defined as, “the supposed ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them.” It’s based on the assertion that inanimate objects have energy fields that transfer knowledge. 

If that’s the case, then why doesn’t Naru like being touched? To quote Masako, “It seems that’s just Naru’s personality.” I would also attribute a lot of it to his childhood (which you can read about in the short story His Reality). While Naru and Gene weren’t physically abused (thanks to their father being “disgusted” by their abilities and never being home), they were most definitely emotionally abused/ neglected. Naru claims this didn’t leave any mental scars, but it probably had some effect. The neglect they faced probably left him confused about how to react to displays of affection. The fact that Gene had the opposite reaction and loves physical contact is probably just personality. 

tl;dr 

No, there isn’t any canon to support that Naru’s psychometry works on living targets (that I know of), and the literature on psychometry doesn’t seem to support this either. 

And it’s probably not so much that Naru doesn’t like being touched, more that he has no idea what to do about it so it makes him uncomfortable. It confuses him. So much so that he completely froze for a full minute when Masako took his arm. But he definitely doesn’t restrict himself from touching other people.

Perfection is,

Kougami Shinya ❤️✨

'Psycho-Pass Sinner Of The System Case 3. Onshuu no Kanata ni'

[PART III]

Spa day for both of us🫵😾

and for the kids too

Someone gives Cale a gem that he can clip on to a tie or belt. It's a mood stone that changes color depending on his mood and Cale doesn't notice because he's Cale. The stone has become a trend among nobles and Raon is the first one to notice what kind of gem it is. He tells everyone else and they're intrigued because maybe they'll finally understand what exactly is going on in that head of his..

Anyways one day while Cale and Alberu are talking the gem suddenly turns into the color for anxiousness. When Alberu takes a moment to look at Cale, he's slightly shaken because if anyone were to look at the commander right now, they'd think he was completely fine.

That scares him.

He likes to think that he's gotten a pretty decent grasp on how to tell how Cale is feeling, but this moment tells him that Cale still hasn't completely let down his walls.

Alberu attempts to ask him how he's feeling but Cale responds with his usual face saying he's fine.

Alberu.. doesn't really know how to feel about this.

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Maybe I'll add a 2nd part later

This could easily be turned into a 5+1 fic

Bye byee

Edit: I made a part 2

Big GH News! (I think???)

I don’t know if you guys have heard yet, but the National Diet Library has now digitalized this

BUUUUUUT it can only be accessed by those who reside in Japan. AND YOU KNOW HOW ITS AUCTIONED MORE THAN $2k????

HOWEVER🥰🥰🥰🥰

DL IT HERE 🫶🫶🫶(It’s in JP tho 😅) FINALLY A CLEAR COPY.

However, the contents except the chatlog have already been translated. There’s only Angel on a Bicycle and System of Unexplained Phenomena.

I’ve been really busy nowadays so I’m really sorry I haven’t been updating one pages and vol 3 stuff and other things. But yeah for those who want to try reading the Chatlog, HERE IT IS A GOOD COPYYYY!!!

I do plan to translate it when I have time and make a PDF of it. Hope you guys stay healthy and safe~

Ghost Hunt Fanfic Recs:

Incomplete: 

dreaming of the seaside by needo, Rated M Summary: In a small seaside community in the south of Japan, local police had tired of a half-century long string of inexplicable drownings and have reached out to SPR to help them. Though their surroundings look like a oceanic dream, there is something sinister lurking underneath the pretty blue of the ocean. SPR have years of experience, but are they prepared for what’s in store?

Book One: Limbus by C.S. Isui, Rated T Summary:  Limbus: Limbo is reserved for the wandering souls who cannot enter heaven. Some of them stay where they are, peaceful and dormant, accepting their fate but not all that are lost remain lost. Some want to be found. Will Mai, Naru, and the gang find what is lost before its too late?

Sweet Dreams by Mayurei, Rated M Summary:  What do spilt tea, stalker ghosts, self analysis while you sleep and narcissistic bosses have in common? Taniyama Mai. Expect fluff, heroic tendencies and a long suffering assistant, who definitely didn’t ask for any of this.  

The Transfer by Malindorie, Rated T Summary: Mai Taniyama’s transfer application to Cambridge University says she wants to study Parapsychology. Not on the application: a secret transfer that will bring Mai and Naru together and simultaneously tear them apart. Japan’s SPR follows Naru to England..

Complete: 

A Long Time Coming by GlitterCyborgPrincess, Rated T Summary:  It took a long time, but Mai finally realized why that one question was so absolutely devastating. She doesn’t like easy and agreeing with him made it *suspiciously* easy. Mai preferred a challenge.

Feeding on Fear by CoffeeQuills, Rated E Summary: Naru has a new case and it’s already giving him vague feelings of foreboding, prompting him to only take volunteers to Kiryu, Gunma, where the bodies of an entire family have been found. Then Monk goes missing, plunging the SPR team into chaos. With Mai’s growing nightmares and Masako’s mysterious illness, the stakes have been raised. In the end, will determination be enough to save them all? Or will someone slip through the cracks?

Trusting Intuition by rowankitsune18, Rated T Summary: Seven years have passed since Naru left for England and everyone in their own way has moved own. However, things begin to change when Masako invites Mai to a paranormal conference in London. A chance meeting; uncertain future. And who is the strange boy alone at the party? (NaruxMai)

I Am Still Here by Koizumi_Scarlet, Rated M Summary: As an investigator for SPR, Mai is used to seeing malicious spirits. However, their newest case may be the most dangerous one yet, especially as the haunting becomes more complex and confounding than ever. With Naru back for the first time in almost two years, Mai must navigate her feelings as well as the haunted house. With things not as they seem, can Mai survive to see the end?

Don’t Go Outside by Koizumi_Scarlet, Rated M  Summary: Mai and Naru was ready to enjoy a leisure visit to Naru’s parents in England over Christmas. Yet an unexpected visitor in the night threw a spanner in the works and they are needed on a case that’s already proven itself dangerous. Travelling to London’s most famous insane Asylum, they must separate the truth from the lies to solve the mystery and perhaps save a soul in the process. Sequel to IASH.

I’ll probably expand this list later on to include more.

Aphrodisiac Induced Reader + The Brothers

A/N: The brothers!! I hope yall enjoy!! Aphrodisiac induced is always a fun thing to play with. The brothers,, my beloved

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You really should have known better than to take food that was offered by Beel. You know that he has the right intentions in mind- that him sharing food is a miracle of itself and rejecting him would have his brows furrowed and lips pursed into a pout- but he’s also gluttony. He can eat whatever he wants and as much as he wants without so much of a stomach ache. You, on the other hand, cannot. You should have seen this coming when the cupcake you bite into filled your mouth with such an indescribable sweetness that it made your teeth ache, the flavor otherworldly and leaving you hungry for me, taking greedy bites out of the cutely decorated pastry. There was a sharp pang in your stomach, your body on fire and sex dripping with every nudge that your body made.

You couldn’t be alone right now- or maybe you should have been left alone, maybe that would have saved you from humiliation of your dripping arousal that was leaking past your slit. You’re quick to rise, standing on shaky legs, curled over as your cheeks burn, sweat beading against your skin, only worsening the sensitive state that you are in. It’s fast-acting, making your breaths come out in heated gasps, and everything just feels a bit too much, just too good for it to be normal. An aphrodisiac- a strong one that is making you impossibly aroused. You suck in a sharp breath and go to the person who you know will treat you right.

Lucifer:

Lucifer is a gentleman- most of the time at least. But during your time of need he is perfect to go to. He’ll allow you- or more like insist- that you stay in his office until the aphrodisiac’s effects have passed. You’ll lay on the couch, face buried into a throw pillow while the other one is between your legs. Shame has long been gone since you’ve entered his domain, his eyes never really leaving your shaky frame. When you moan his name, he stiffens, the pen in his hand is held tighter but he still rises, walking towards you in concern. He’ll sit beside you, let his hand curve over your forehead, feeling the heat go through his glove.

He clears his throat, pulling his hand away, and there’s this heavy look on your face, the pillow squeezed tight between your legs, the pillow under your head has faint imprints of your teeth. He’ll avoid touching you, pulling his hand away from you and walking briskly to his desk chair. He can hear your steps across the floor, the way you gasp his name and seem to rub your thighs together for any sort of friction. He won’t spare you a glance, eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. Underneath the desk, his leg jolts as you snake your arms around his shoulders, your lips wet as they touch his neck.

There isn’t enough time in the day and night for him to focus on his work and on your growing needs that are starting to mark everything in his office. Black ink scratches along the pape, the letters growing shaky as you snake your way onto him. He’s actually startled when you situate yourself on his lap, your sex pressed against his erection. He’s surprised by your sudden confidence but writes it off due to the effects of the aphrodisiac. You’re above him, arms snaked once more on his shoulders and you play with the hair that rests on the nape of his neck.

The feeling of shame is not foreign to the Avatar of Pride but even then, letting you know that he is indeed aroused given the situation does bring a bit of heat to his body. His hands find their way to hold onto your hips, trying to ignore the way that you have begun to grind against his. But there is work to do and despite the growing need to pleasure both you and himself, he displaces you, ignoring the way that you call his name and can’t seem to stop touching him.

The only way to gain his attention that you desperately long for is to push him away, the wheels locking against an edge of the floor and you bend yourself over the desk. Lucifer wants to throw you out so you can be another’s problem but you pull your bottom layer off, your fingers searching inside your leaking hole and pride starts to fuel him. You touch yourself in front of him, beg for him to touch you- of course you would. Slender hands come to touch your body, and you’re already leaking onto the floor, thick, sweet arousal staining the very room that he allowed you to enter. His cock is against you, rimming around your entrance, hearing your cries and please for him to simply fuck you but you did cause him to become distracted from very important work and he is going to punish you for that.

Mammon:

Of course you’d go to him. He is your first after all, why wouldn’t you go to The Great Mammon? But wow, he was over his head when you came knocking at his door. Always eager to see and spend time with you, he allows you to enter without seeing the state you’re in. You stagger into his room, holding his hand and stumbling into him and it’s only then that he can smell the sweet, lingering aroma in the air. He wants to believe you’re just trying a new perfume and now it's made you sick, but it’s worse than that when the hand you’re holding moves to your chest. He can feel your rapid heartbeat, the way your body is in flames that can rival hellfire itself, the pained cry of his name as you try to pinch your legs together in the awkward embrace.

Frozen for a moment, Mammon completely blanks on what to do. He can feel your pain, the aching need in your entire body that makes you feel as if you’re going to combust into flames. He doesn’t know whether to touch you or not. But then you cry his name- sobbing it out in broken syllabus and you cry that it hurts and you think you might die and you're in his arms. Your hold on him tightens and he thinks he can leave you to be- let you wait out the excruciating pain in his room until the feeling fades and just thank him with attention or material objects later. He fails to consider that he is weak to you and when you look at him with teary eyes, he falters.

He stutters in his explanation, talking about how he can maybe go out and get you a toy or something- and he promises to be quick, he is the fastest after all. But then the thought lingers and he imagines your sex stretched with some toy that he chose, and his body jerks. Your vision is growing blurrier by the second and the hold on his hand tightens until your knuckles pale. You pull on him, thanking whatever God is watching down on you, that the door to the prized car he keeps in is open. Even he’s unable to know what is going on until you push him inside, crawling onto the back seat, calling his name and begging for him to join you.

In such a closed space, the Avatar of Greed is trying desperately to avoid touching you. He stays seated in the front seat, fingers drumming along the steering wheel. He cares for the car deeply- one of the few things that gives him freedom that is indescribable and yet, here you are. Your sex is leaking, your cries echoing across the closed space and what is music to his ears in his dreams is now a horrible reminder that you are seated behind him, victim to an aphrodisiac. He needs an excuse to touch you, needs to just feel you for a moment and when you threaten to stain the flawless leather seats with your slick, it’s enough for him to crawl to the back seat.

He never realized how crowded it was, how his elbows and knees tend to knock into things. He doesn’t notice how you’ve kicked your shorts off, how your underwear has become dark in color to your dripping sex. You kiss him, and Mammon is weak to you. His hands are on you, the scent overpowering and he promises to keep the touching to a minimum to only touch what you’ll let him touch and kiss where you want him to. But you’re huffing, grabbing onto him and trying to meet his crotch. The windows grow foggy, the car begins to creak but neither of you pay it any mind. It’s cramped and you’re too close but not close enough, you ache to be closer to him, to have him pressed against you until all you can remember is the way that his chest feels against your skin, the warmth of him, and the way his kisses are so tender and feverish all at once.

Leviathan:

Leviathan refuses to make eye contact with you. He won’t even address you. He sits on his desk chair, playing a game that doesn’t need half of the attention he usually gives. You rest inside his bathtub, curled over he presumes, whining and mumbling something that sounds like his name but he can't be so sure nor does he expect you to mumble his name in your current state. But as much as he wants to drown you out, he can’t. You’re too whiny, crying and begging for a solution, peeling your shirt off because it’s too hot. He reasons that’s because of the aphrodisiac because his room is always kept to a cool temperature. So now, he has you topless in his bathtub and the only proof is your shirt that was tossed where he sits and the reflection above, portraying a teasing, blurry image of your torso.

It’s possibly the worst situation for the poor, introverted demon. He finally has you all to himself and you’re in such a needy state and the plot is so close to a top tier hentai of his- Help! My Friend Took a Drug and Now They Won’t Stop Grinding on Me But I Also Don’t Want Them To Stop. But You came to him, you trusted that he would watch over you and whether it was because he kept his room so guarded or because you trust him, he really doesn’t know which. It’s just too muddled for him to believe that you would actively choose him. So, he does what he does best- he immerses himself in a game. The cutest game that he could think of- one that even if he grew and remained hard would make him feel more like a degenerate than he already does. He puts his headphones on and as if everything is trying to punish him, the loading screen takes forever.

The soundtrack plays loud, booming in his headset and effectively drowning you out. But he knows you’re still crying for him- that you're still in the same room with him. The perverted otuka glances up where he can see your reflection and he catches a glimpse of your hands cupping the swell of your chest and his face burns. Had you caught him peeking before? Was this a way for you to play with yourself without actively touching yourself? He can feel his growing arousal, translucent pre-ejaculate spilling past his slit and staining his boxers. It’s humiliating and he hates that the idea of you touching yourself in his room is more than enough for him to get in the mood.

He’s ignoring you- the only way that he can hopefully soften without actually creaming his pants. He avoids your reflection, ignores how your hands grip the curve of the tub until your knuckles pale, how you swing a leg over and it meets the hard layer of the bath, and for a moment, you still. He’s ignoring your decision to remove yourself from the place he rests and staggering to him. When he feels your hands on his thighs, he startles and the game minimizes into a small box. Unaware of what to do in this situation, he freezes, letting his body tense as you crawl onto his lap, your eyes heavy with lust and body feeling so warm above him that he’s unable to breathe.

His breathing is ragged, his hands stopping on the curve of your bum, as he’s unable to look anywhere else but your face. You’re flushed, gripping onto him, your tongue out as you pant and you’re so desperate for his attention that you lean close. His hands raise in an attempt to push you off but as if it were a cliché moment, his hands curve over your chest and you whimper his name at the simple touch. The third born should have been careful, he shouldn’t have let you grind against him and he surely shouldn’t have let himself becomes distracted by a kiss and yet, here he is, undressing himself as you greedily slide yourself onto his cock, your face scrunching up as every scale is pushed further into your aching hole. Leviathan is holding you close, the computer screen dimming as your can fill him spill inside of you.

Satan:

Eager to learn, he knows the effects of what an aphrodisiac can do to a being. So when you come knocking at Satan’s door, begging for refuge, leaning against him and gripping at his shirt, he pats your hand, and welcomes you inside. He allows you to rest on his bed, letting you bury yourself under his blankets. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for either of you- you’re inhaling his scent during a time of desperate need, and soon when the effects wear off, he’ll be left in a bed that is drenched in your scent. That, however, is a problem for another day.

In order to keep his mind and hands busy, he’ll finally organize his room. He’s able to ignore your whining, the way that you shiver under the covers and bury yourself into his pillow, how you spread your legs so they are uncovered by the blanket; he ignores the sweet scent of your arousal that fills the room and his lungs. He holds his breath, taking few, deep breaths every now and then to avoid inhaling too much of you. You’re whining, talking through the pillow about how it hurts and you just need something- and doesn’t he have a spell he can use to just rid you of at least a tiny bit of it.

It’s the growing arousal of himself and your constant whining that edges him closer to annoyance. He holds books tight in his hand, orders them by author and published years, height and volumes, but it isn’t enough to drown you out. He regrets letting you enter his room but in the same second, he regrets having the thought. He’s happy that you came to him, trusted him enough to see you in a disheveled state. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you feel unwanted, so he edges closer to you, tugging on the bottom of his shirt as if he were a nervous boy instead of a grown demon. The bed creaks under his weight and your hand latches onto his thigh. He jerks his leg, your hand only squeezing tighter and when he makes eye contact, your eyes are filled with tears, glistening and catching on your lashes like fresh dew.

You’re aroused, deeply and sweetly. It's a nervous thing to be attracted to someone like you, a demon that has been round and born with blood and wrath etched deep into soul and yet here he is, nervous to even touch your trembling hand. He knows the effects of something as strong as an aphrodisiac and for a demon made one, there is no real spell for it. He lets you lay on his lap, your mouth close to his sex, eyes lidded and holding tight to his hand. His control is fading, his growing need pushing past logical thought. He offers himself, and you rise quickly, already straddling his lap, your chest pressed against his, asking if it is okay. A cold shiver runs through his spine and he nods, offering that he’ll take care of you.

The trembling, nervous demon fades just as quick as it came when your lips are on his. You kiss him, need so transparent that he’s teasing, pulling away, letting your back meet the bed. His smile is sharp, leaning to kiss your pursed lips, grabbing your leg and pulling it upwards, mumbling praise under his breath when you hook your leg around his waist. Satan is heavy when above you, and maybe it’s the aphrodisiac that still lingers on your tongue, but he is unwilling to move away from you, kissing you and hooking his fingers in your mouth when you moan. You’re needy and he wants to hear you beg for him, calling his name. He cups your face with spit coated fingers, asking you to be good for him and mew for him.

Asmodeus:

As the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus immediately knew something was off in the house when he felt lust in the air. It’s sweet. Intoxicating and bitter all at once. It’s like the sweetest honey known to mankind and he knows the feeling well enough to open his door before you have the thought to knock. He welcomes you into his room, letting you rest on the bed, a small part of him on the inside crinkling when you ruffle the sheets. But, of course, he knows this isn’t you- you would never be so careless. It’s all because of the aphrodisiac making your movements more frantic.

He knows the cure to end it- sex, plain and simple. Masturbation might help but he fears your hand will become sore. Always eager to have somebody in bed with him- out of his own sin and own need for company- he offers you two choices. You can borrow a toy- new, still in the box and all- or he could take care of you. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered the second option, he knew how excited you were to simply enter a room with another living being but he couldn’t help himself. You look absolutely adorable with your flustered face.

A kiss from the living Avatar of Lust is better than any pleasure that you’ve ever received. And he knows it. You moan under him, your body shaking and eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at the shirt on his back. He smiles into the kiss. So eager to be taken care of that a simple kiss was enough to make you climax, your arousal dripping onto your underwear, so heavy in the air, that he pulls away as he feels your breaths start to shorten due to lack of air. But even as he pulls away, you still reach to pepper him with kisses, your breathing reggae against his face, gasping for breath with every parting kiss.

Your hands are on him, eager to pull him into another kiss. You want him and it’s evident from the way that you don’t push away when he removes his clothing. But, he stops for a moment, watching your gaze on him, wide and dazed and you stare at him as if he was something more than just a demon, you give him your worship and you pull him into another kiss. He stiffens, pulling away and asking if this is what you want, touching your bare skin only to flinch away as if it burned him. And when your lips are on him, your smile returns for a moment, telling him that you came to him because you knew he would tend to you in any way, and he melts.

His lips return to yours, kissing you eagerly, wanting nothing more than to just keep his lips on you. And as last time, you shudder beneath him, another orgasm washing through your body, your release spilling pass your slit. Limps entangle with each other and you cry the name Asmodeus, moaning it as if it were the only thing on your mind, sobbing under him and telling him how good it feels. You pet his head and let him bury his face into our chest, peppering kisses until he reaches your neck. His eyes close, an unexpected climax teases at him, as you pull him closer to your aching body. Every sigh from you in a gentle gust of wind, every cry a song that not even choir from the Celestial Realm can rival. He pushes deep inside of you, letting you feel every curve and texture from his cock as it molds your leaking hole into his shape.

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub feels incredibly guilty when you come to him, his shirt knotted in your hands as you explain what you ate. He blames himself, going to hold you only to flinch when you hiss and pull yourself closer to him. It’s an aphrodisiac, he should have known that you’ll be more sensitive to touch during this time. He apologizes as he leads you to his bed, shaking his head and holding your hand. He’s gluttony- he should have been able to smell the scent of an aphrodisiac.

Of course, he’ll let you hide in his room until the effects wear off. He won’t make a single peep but it’s difficult for him. His clothes are sticking to him, his body is in an odd sticky situation where sex clings to him clothes and skin. He knows the effects of the aphrodisiac but he feels guilty for giving it to you so when you cling to him, begging for him to not let go of you, he sighs and stays beside you. He’s stiff, unwilling to move and can only let out a shaky breath, when you press yourself closer to him, hooking a leg over his and curling it over. He can feel your sex- hot and pulsing and he leaves ripped bedsheets as his hand curls into the comforter.

He’s rubbing your back, letting his fingers drum against your spine as he hears your panted breaths. He knows he should stop, that he should at least go and take a shower so he can at least smell good but you hold a tight grip on him. You’re feverish, burning against him and he can tell you want more, your lips open up and kiss along the side of his ribcage but he can’t move.

It’s getting too much- even for him. He doesn’t want to take advantage of this needy state that you’re in but as he rises with a feeble explanation that he’s going to take a shower, you pull him down. He’s above you, your eyes watery and cheating rising and falling with heavy breaths. He can’t kiss you but you’re leaning closer, your lips brushing against his and he can smell the aphrodisiac that still rests like heaven on your tongue. You don’t blame him for the accident slip, you’re just begging for him to take care of you, letting your hand rest over the swell of his breast and he’s growing weaker by the second.

When your lips are on his, your tongue slipping past your lips, Beelzebub can taste the aphrodisiac and he’s melting. His tongue has made its home on your mouth, curving over your pink muscle and feeling the way you shudder beneath him. His name is muted by the kiss, your hands clawing at his clothing and he’s sweaty and aroused, watching you as you strip yourself of your clothes. The lovely pastry that still lingers isn’t enough for him to go into a full rut, but it’s enough for him to bend your legs to your chest, your hole pulsing as his cock aligns to it. The way that you call his name is enough for him to push himself fully into you.

Belphegor:

Belphegor is asleep under the covers, pillow tucked under his head and he does not awaken to your scent growing closer and closer, heavier and sweeter than usual. He doesn’t awaken when the doorknob wiggles, a frantic turning but he does awaken when you slam the door. He is startled awake, his eyes wide for a second before narrowing, teeth flashing as he lets out a low growl. He stops when he notices it's you, yawning and telling you to get into bed with him. It’s only until you’re beside him, greedily taking the invitation, that he realizes the state you’re in.

He has to prod you until you tell him what’s happened, watching as you bury your face into a pillow, whining out pathetically as you tell him what happened. He laughs, it’s sharp and teasing. Of course, you took an aphrodisiac by accident. It could only happen to you. He tries to be sympathetic with you. He knows you must be in a great deal of pain, but then again you came to him and that makes him stay awake for a bit longer, turning over on his side and watching you struggle to not touch yourself despite the aroma of your arousal that is thick in the room.

Sloth offers to put you under a deep sleep- he can’t promise that you’ll be still- but he can promise that you’ll wake up without the effects of the aphrodisiac. When you refuse, he merely shrugs, turning over with a pout. He’s disappointed but he can’t do much. He does tell you that he is tired, so he’ll be sleeping but you’re allowed to spend the rest of your heightened arousal in the attic with him. The power of an aphrodisiac- one made a devil no less- is strong, and giving it you in even worse. He can sense the neediness in you, the way you watch him with lustful eyes, your mouth parted the eagerness to get into bed with him.

As promised, he slips off into a sleep, leaving you alone. But your body is on his, legs parted with his single leg. He isn’t asleep long enough for him to be in an actual slumber before he feels the bed move ever so slightly. It’s constant and your whining, mumbling apologies and he opens his eyes to find you humping his leg. It’s pathetic and hot all at once, watching you get off on his leg alone, so desperate for release that you’ve succumbed to humping him. His smile is tight, turning over and letting his tail curl around you, the static in the air only causing you to arch your back when his demon form pops out. It pricks against your wrists, the fur unkempt as he rises above you.

You wanted his attention and now you’ve gotten it. You’ve woken him up from nap, it’s normal and expected for him to be grouchy but thank goodness that the smell from your leaking sex is more arousing that anything else he’s encountered. You’re on your knees on the mattress, his hips meeting yours and letting out a loud grunt when he finishes. He’s tired and over it but his cock still stands upright and you’re still needy and awake, your sex leaking with his arousal. Belphegor will lay on his back, offer himself in his sleep to you until you’re content. The last coherent thought he has is sighing at how warm and squishy you feel against him.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psycho-Pass Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kougami Shinya/Tsunemori Akane, Kougami Shinya & Tsunemori Akane Characters: Kougami Shinya, Tsunemori Akane, Ginoza Nobuchika Additional Tags: Shinkane - Freeform, ShinkaneWeek, Prompt: Reunion Summary:

That scene where Kougami wipes blood from Akane’s lip and his anger barely restrained in a tight voice asked, “Who did this to you?”

Yoo. Yooo. Could you do hc's for the bros where Mc is like. Later for dinner or something but before the bois can go and see what's up, Mc sends them a text that's like

"Yea I'm gonna be late for dinner. Not sure how late, but I'll be there. I've been trynna find a way out of my room for like 20 minutes, but there's this very big bug between me and the door, and every time I move, it moves. When it flies its wings make this whirring noise akin to some vassal horror. We're locked at a stalemate, I'm at every disadvandage, and I wholeheartedly believe the bug is aware of this."

And like the bug is legit like the size of their palm. Is no joke, it is, in fact, quite terrifying

A BUG IN MC'S ROOM AND THEY CAN'T MOVE

This request is *chefs kiss*

Twenty minutes.

It has been twenty minutes since dinner was laid out on the table, and MC isn't there.Belphegor is having trouble restraining a drooling Beel, who is trying very,very hard to not eat the delicious hell hog roast in front of him.

" MC isn't here yet." Satan spoke while drumming his fingers against the wood, " even more late than Levi."

" Hey! " Leviathan protested as he absentmindedly sipped on some water. " They're probably taking a bath." Asmodeus sultirily replied while fixing his hair with his fingers.

" I'll go and check! " Mammon sprung from the chair, and a screeching noise was heard which made everyone grimace. Just as Mammon turned around, Lucifer grabbed his jacket. " Wait." He spoke in a low tone, and his stern look made Mammon sulkily slink into his chair.

Just them, everyone's DDD pinged. Leviathan was the first one to open his chat, followed by the others.

" Whose going to help her?!"

~

MC: I am going to be late for dinner. Don't know how late, but I'll be there. I have been trying to leave my room since the last twenty minutes but there's this bug between me and the door. When I move, it moves. When it flies its wings make this noise akin similar to some sort of vassal horror. We're locked at a stalemate, and I'm at every disadvantage, and I believe the bug is fully aware of this.

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LUCIFER

From their description,it looks like the Black Cicada from the northern Devildom. They are like normal human cicadas, but are big in size, the size of an average human's palm. Black in colour, with large wings that make a buzzing sound irritating to humans.

Poor MC.

Lucifer immediately grabs a net from the closet in the laundry room, and marches off to MC room. When he opens the door, he sees a giant Cicada lying menacingly on the floor, with its wings making a buzzing sound. MC is holding a Devildom history book in hand, ready to throw it at the insect if it moves.

Lucifer quietly approaches, and traps the bug with the net. After the insect has been released , he turns around to find MC hugging him, and he blushes a deep red , while the brothers watch on with envy.

Do you know the reason Lucifer caught the bug easily? Ans: His symbolic animal is the peacock. Peacocks are not picky eaters. Although I may have put a cursed image in your mind now....Don't worry, he never ate it..

MAMMON

Holy mother of crows, what does he do? He can't back off now, he enthusiastically offerred to be MC's knight in shining armour and Lucifer told him to go on with a smirk..the audacity....

He can't back off now. The Great Mammon's reputation is on line. So he takes along his most loyal crows with the promise of a meal, and with shaky hands opens MC's door, to find them wearing a literal helmet, baseball bat in hand. The offending insect is calmly perched on the windowsill, and it's SO big.

He turns back to find out his crows have made a beeline for Asmodeus's open door...Mammon will have them share their finds with him later...

But to the present....he grabs MC's hand and throws a shoe at the insect, and after pushing MC along, closes the door.

" We are safe now...u-gh, aren't we?" Mammon huffs, trying to catch his breath. MC doesn't reply, but stare at his shoulder. " H-human?"

" It is on your shoulder....." MC slowly steps back in horror....

" AAAAAAAAAAAHH!!"

LEVIATHAN

What to do, Henry????

Leviathan panicks but seeing his brothers rush to rescue MC fills him with envy, and with a particular look in his eyes he announces that he will go. His brothers are shocked at his confidence but agree, nonetheless.

Outside of their room, Leviathan is panicking. From their description, it looks like the antagonist of some horror game. He doesn't have a gun or a sword right now? Does he?

Leviathan opens the door immediately after hearing MC whimper, and sees the bug in question on the bed, with its beady little eyes staring at MC. He is tempted to summon Lotan and flood the house right now...

But then, the insect starts flying...

Leviathan screams.

Well, at least, the insect is gone, but the house needs to be drained of the water....

SATAN

The logical one who asks them to send a photo of the bug and concludes it is a Black Cicada.

Removing it from MC's room is fairly easy.Black Cicadas love poison apples. So, filled with glee he marches to MC's room with a sliced poison apple and opens the door.

MC is in a corner of the room, huddled under the covers while in a staring contest with the Cicada, who is lounging on the desk.

Satan smirks and places the apple on the desk, and watches as it flies to the fruit. And then he grabs MC and leads them out of the room.

His brothers may have shot him jealous looks, but the hugs and kisses he got that day were worth it.

ASMODEUS

Uh-oh.Bugs and stress are not good for the skin.Nope, he is not going! On second thought, he can ways ask MC a kiss as payback....

So, with a minute long pep-talk, he gets up from the table, and prepares himself.

Asmo gleefully walks to MC's room, and opens the door. But, what he sees has him gagging. The insect is as big as his foot, and ugly. Asmo does not like ugly things.

Charming the insect is out of question. He will never charm such a thing!

MC, please get someone else to assist you.. Asmodeus is out of commission for the time being...

BEELZEBUB

No worries, he will go!

This sweetheart immediately gets up from the table while chewing on the bone of the hell hog, and invites himself to MC's room.

When he opens the door he sees MC crouched on the floor while trying to not move. Beel finishes the bone, and upon making eye contact with the Cicada, nods once or twice.

The Cicada goes away through the window! Beel immediately closes it and turns behind to see MC clinging to his waist like a koala.

He grabs MC and leads them to the dining room. This has made him hungry.

It is a good thing his symbolic animal is a fly..

BELPHEGOR

An insect, huh?

Belphegor lazily drags himself to MC's room, and opens the door to find MC with a flip-flop in hand, ready to strike at the Cicada perched on the windowsill.

The damn thing won't leave, no matter how much they try...

Belphegor grumbles and turns into his demon form. With a swish of his tail, the Cicada is thrown out of the window, and Belphegor closes it while yawning.

He turns back into his human form and immediately falls on the bed, taking MC along with him.

This is payment for his work, MC....