First Date

first date

Jude and Cardan - The Cruel Prince

Artist: @deervng

Dungeon meshi cafe au! The cafe is monster themed and senshi helps out with the menu after the cafe almost shuts down

the cruise universe expansion in the tags are getting me giddyyyy

lemme screenshot it under the cut so it’s all together lmao

BUTTT OOOO whenever you guys talk about your life outside the cruise you call it ‘real life’.

“so what’s your job in real life?”

and bakugou is so curious to know your reaction to what he does. everyone loves a pro hero and if they don’t well… that’s very odd.

“what d’you think it is?”

he’s standing in the pool while you’re sitting in the edge, kicking your legs. you’re wearing the sunglasses he bought you in the last stop off. you haven’t taken them off.

“ooo well you clearly have money,” your hands waft over him and he grins, “and you’re all muscley so i’m assuming you use your body… so maybe an athlete? body builder or maybe—,”

you’re so pretty wearing a brimmed sun hat with moisturised lips, “nope, not an athlete babe.”

every time babe leaves his lips you feel your skin heat. luckily it’s not noticeable under the sun, “no? you gasp, do you do, you know… adult videos—,”

he raises an eyebrow, “why? have you found anyone that looks similar to me?”

you lick your bottom lip unconsciously, “i wish.”

he looks at you with both eyebrows raised. “no babe. i’m not.”

you shrug, “help me. am i way off? are you like a doctor or banker or investor guy?”

“i do help people but none of those.”

“you work with people? with all the frowning you do, i can’t imagine that.”

he stands between your legs, “i save lives princess. i’ve practically given it to you now.”

you’re lucky your eyes are hidden behind your sunglasses because you can’t help the fact you’re giving him the eyes. he’s touching your thighs now… your thighs!

you can barely think straight, “saving people? not a doctor? a… wait you’re a hero?”

“pro-hero actually.”

you gasp, what the fuck? he’s a hero? “for what country? i’ve never heard of you!?”

he rolls his eyes, huffing a laugh, “you westerners think everything revolves around you. japan, dumbass.”

your mouth is agape, “no way.” you smooth your thumb across the scar over his eyebrow. “you’ve must have been hurt so bad in villain fights.” your voice drifts off to a place he can’t place. you sound sad for him, empathy. he doesn’t know how he feels about it.

“i’m the fuckin’ number one hero in japan, babe. i don’t get hurt often,” and he doesn’t know why he’s whispering or why his face is edging closer to yours. but you’re pushing your sunglasses to the top of your head so he can see your pretty eyes and your hands are at his neck.

then your hands, pressure so light, run down his shoulders. you start kneading and his eye lids flutter, “i know you’re big and strong, katsuki. you don’t let me forget it but if you ever want a full body massage i can do it for you.”

bakugou’s about to nut in the pool if you talk to him a second more, push at the knot in his shoulder. “they have masseuses here babe, i get them part of my package.”

you stop for movements, letting your sunglasses drop back to sit on your nose bridge. you’re so dramatic and beautiful with your frown and your lip curling in disgust. “fine. well, go get a massage from the women there then, number one hero.”

bakugou chuckles as you push at his shoulder, “i’m only jokin’ i want you.”

but you’re standing up, “nope, it’s okay. they are part of your rich boy package anyway.”

he doesn’t miss the corner of your lip twitching in a smile, getting into stupid arguments for the push and pull. and it builds sexual tension, yes you said it.

“okay babe. i’ll pick you up at your room later for dinner.”

“fine but you’re paying!”

none of you are paying, food comes with the cruise.

⚜️wear the hat, ride the cowboy⚜️

This one has a nsfw ver. too! The link to it is on my Twitter!

"Wait, am I your lock screen?" + mammon + 🫣⛈️

His habit of keeping his phone away from you an out of your reach was one you mildly questioned, but ultimately learned to ignore. You figured the second born had something he wanted to keep private, possibly his latest failing stocks, or demanding texts from witches looking for compensation for his less than savory activities.

You ignored it, up until you turned to corner into the student council room, ears picking up several voices loudly talking over each other. Knowing this can only mean one thing, you prepare yourself to become Mammon’s attorney before walking in yourself.

“Ooo my! If it isn’t the person of the hour!”, Asmo coos from his chair, leaning over the edge of the table. “We were just talking about you, hun!”

“Talking about me?”, you ask, eyes circling around the room in both curiosity and confusion. You lock eyes with your first pact mate to ask a silent question, only to find him blushing furiously, attempting to simmer down from something that had just clearly upset him. He locks eyes with you for a brief moment before quickly averting his gaze.

Well, that’s typical. What wasn’t typical was the teasing stares of everyone else in the room, now centered on you.

“Well, we were just finishing up a student council meeting,”Asmo continues. “And you know how Lucifer always takes our D.D.D.’s before hand?”

“Yeah, but what’s that got to do with me?”

“Getting there, darling!”

You once again shift your eyes over to Mammon, who seemed to be having an internal battle with himself. One minute, it looked like he was going to bolt out of the room, the next it seemed he was so frustrated with his brothers that he was choosing to stand his ground.

“Lucifer starting passing them back out afterwards, and I noticed the cutest thing displaying on my dear older brother’s phone!”, Asmo finishes, bringing his cupped hands up to his face, almost as if he was looking at a newborn kitten.

“ROLF, this is super normie of him”, Levi chimes in, not looking up from his game, but still smiling to himself like he had just been told the funniest joke.

“I have to say, I know how idiotic you can be, but I didn’t expect you to display something you vehemently try to hide so prominently.” The smirk on Satan’s face makes you feel uneasy.

You hear a distinct tch come from the direction of the second born, who you now notice was clutching his D.D.D very close to his chest, with his grip tight around it. Like, real tight. Like, his knuckles are going white and you think he might break it tight.

Your eyes jump from brother to brother in confusion. “What are you talking about?”.

Asmo’s grin becomes lethal as he turns back to Mammon. “Weeelllll, go on Mammon. Do you want to tell them, or shall I?”.

You watch as Mammon turns redder somehow, if that was even possible, and starts to stutter. “I-it’s none of your business, okay?”

“Ooohh I beg to differ! I’d think a picture of our dear, dear MC is specifically their business!”, Asmo taunts in a sing song voice.

“A picture of me.. did you like, take an embarrassing picture of me or something?”, you question. Honestly, as much as you love the idiot, you wouldn’t put it above Mammon to blackmail you with an unflattering photo of yourself.

“N-no! It’s not you! I-I mean it is you but it’s not embarrassin’ or anythin’!”.

Oh the poor boy, he looks like he’s going to combust.

“Tick tock!”, Asmo once again pressures him to spit it out.

Mammon shuts his eyes as tight as they can go, and takes a deep breath, opening his mouth to say it before anyone else can-

Beel pipes up from where he’s been quietly munching on some hell newt chips.

“Why does it matter if MC’s his lockscreen?”

Ah. There it is. You watch all the color drain from Mammon’s face. He tenses up, his body language screaming ‘panic’.

“Wait, am I your lockscreen”, you question, hoping he notices your voice doesn’t hold an ounce of teasing, but instead genuine fondness.

His eyes remain trained on the table, his mouth drawn into a tight line, but he stiffly shakes his head in a confirming nod.

“Can I see?”

Mammon slides his D.D.D across the table to where you stand. Clicking on the screen, you see picture of yourself at Devil’s Coast. You’re turned to the side, not quite looking at the camera, but laughing brightly at something. The ferris wheel framed in the background of the shot makes the candid look like something out of a movie. Then it hits you - you’ve. never seen this picture before.

He must have taken it when you weren’t looking.

As laughter erupts throughout the room from his brothers, he’s shocked to not hear yours mixed in with the cacophony l. Instead when you speak, it makes the room go dead silent.

“Mammon… that is so sweet!”, and he can hear the smile in your voice as you run around the table to hand him your own. “Here, look at mine.”

He hesitates for a second, looking up at you for confirmation before taking it. Clicking on the screen, he stares back at a picture of himself. He’s in one of the outfits he wore for Devil Style, so this is definitely from his last shoot, but… this wasn’t professional by any means. It was clearly taken by you, a little shaky and a bit out of center frame, but you must have snapped a picture of him between sets.

And even more so - he’s shirtless in it.

“Ha…HA!”, Mammon exclaims, proudly showing the screen to each and everyone of his brothers. “See that? Of course MC’s got a picture of The Great Mammon as their lockscreen! Makes sense since I’m their first and their favorite!”

“Uggghh, gross”, groans Levi as he stands up to leave, “I knew I should have just went to my room.”

“Aww, MC, why not a picture of me?!”, whines Asmo as he drapes himself over your shoulders, much to Mammon’s annoyance.

“I can’t say that’s a sight I’d want see every time I have to take a phone call”, Satan says all snide and - you’ve had it.

Time to shut them all up.

“Of course I’d want a picture of Mammon as my lock screen. He is my boyfriend after all.”

“WHAT!?”, you hear all the voices in the room cry out at once.

“I am? I-I mean, of course I am! Ya hear that? MC’s taken by The Great Mammon! So all of ya better back off, ya got it?!”

You giggle at his bravado and the looks of disgust and disappointment on the remaining faces in the room, leaning down to kiss his cheek to really drive the point home.

Oh. Looks like he can get redder.