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zorosdimples · 7 months

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pairing ⛧ yandere!diavolo x f!reader x barbatos

warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. this is a doozy… implied toxic relationships, inhuman anatomy, monsterfucking, breeding, knotting, cervix fucking, dubious consent, pregnancy mention, lots and lots of cum, passing out, neglect (kind of), bondage and restraints, implied nonconsensual acts at the end. reader has a vagina and is referred to as “my little human” and “little one.” please let me know if there is anything i missed!

word count ⛧ 1129

notes ⛧ this is the first installment of the garden of earthly delights! i apologize for the wait; i hope everyone enjoys <3

you have never looked more beautiful—more his—than in this moment, diavolo thinks. the demon prince has one massive hand encircling your ankles, pressing your knees flush to your chest. his other hand cradles the back of your head with adoration, forcing your teary gaze to remain on him, a clawed thumb hooked between your swollen lips. his amber irises are nearly subsumed by his pupils, jet as the moonless night.

black spots cloud your watery vision as you slobber all over the digit, broken whines the only sound to leave your lips; the golden tips of his horns flash in your periphery. you’re on the verge of losing consciousness.

diavolo has been breeding you for hours. his long, thick cock—gilt, ribbed, impossibly large, and complete with a knot—has already stuffed you so full of seed that your stomach is distended. the viscous liquid, a rich cream with an otherworldly sheen, spurts out of your abused cunt with each of his powerful thrusts. the rest of it tingles hotly in your core.

“you can take one more, can’t you, my little human?” diavolo coos, breath unnervingly steady given the force of his movements. he leans down to smear a gentle kiss against your damp hairline before dropping your head and sliding his hand down to rub your puffy clit, plenty slick with the fluids coating your flesh.

“c-can’t,” you whimper. your nerves are fried and the overstimulation has your head pounding and your legs shaking as diavolo’s cock batters your cervix. your hands scratch and scrape at his chest in an attempt to get him to slow, to stop—anything—but your nails do not even pierce the prince’s thick flesh. the demon chuckles at your pathetic protests and his pace quickens in response.

hasn’t he taught you that you are not as fragile as you think?

“you can,” diavolo asserts, pulling out entirely. his crimson strands hang past his forehead and obscure his eyes, the glistering gold almost menacing as he leans over you. he strokes himself lazily, grazing his flared knot with a shiver, ready for his high. ready to see your womb swell with his heir.

“and you will,” he punctuates by plunging his cock and knot inside you in one fluid motion, a guttural groan rumbling from his heaving chest. your mouth stretches to accommodate a scream that never passes your lips. your body is aflame, dripping with sweat; the room fades into nothingness as diavolo’s hot cum pumps into your pulsing cunt.

the room is dusky when you awaken. your lover is gone, his warmth and ever-present touch absent, stillness in his place. the slippery silk sheets cling to you and glide along your curves as you sit upright. you clutch your forehead and curse the dull thump in your skull, a wince breaking the quiet. you feel a trickle of sticky cum ooze from you to join the wet puddle you slept atop like an animal.

the demon prince’s little pet.

a rustling sound draws you from your thoughts. a looming figure swathed in shadow floats toward the bed; you squeak in fright as you yank the sheets up to your neck in an attempt to shield your nude form.

“there you are,” barbatos, who you can now see as he emerges from the darkness, says. “i apologize for disturbing you. i am here on behalf of the young master.”

you breathe a shaky sigh of relief—the demon butler is your only friend in the lonely castle. “you scared me, barbatos. where’s diavolo?”

barbatos turns on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a faint glow. his eyes, emerald in the low light, shine eerily as his gaze meets yours. “the young master had to run to an impromptu meeting, but he did not wish to disturb your rest. thus, i am here to aid you in his stead.”

you furrow your brows. a meeting. you were once a member of the student council, privy to conferences and other social functions—until diavolo’s devotion to you got the better of him. (as a human, you are far safer being completely removed from lesser demons. and there is no one better to care for you than the prince of the devildom himself.)

you suppress your memories. “thank you. i can manage myself.”

instead of bowing and leaving, though, barbatos stands still. his forked tail sways at his feet and his skeletal horns gleam resolutely. after a few moments of deathly silence, you rephrase your dismissal: “i don’t need any help, barbatos. i appreciate you checking on me.”

the demon takes a step closer to the bed, his knees nearly knocking against the frame. “you do not seem to understand me,” barbatos muses, gloved hand delicately resting beneath his chin. if you were less disoriented, you would notice the hint of mirth in his tone. “lord diavolo ordered me to assist you, as he had to leave unexpectedly. i shall honor his wishes.”

the corners of the butler’s lips curl into a faint smirk, but no humor marks his visage. in fact, there seems to be a primal hunger lurking in the dark, verdant depths of barbatos’s irises. fear beams through your body. it starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads its icy tendrils out through your limbs, biting your fingertips. headache forgotten, you now feel faint; your heart skitters like scared prey. unconsciously, you pull the sheets around you tightly, temporarily shielding yourself from the humiliation that is sure to come.

“there is nothing to fear, little one,” barbatos soothes, smoothing a hand over your hair, matted with sweat and his master’s cum. the act is more patronizing than it is comforting.

the demon snaps his fingers and the sheets wrapped around you disappear. you scramble to cover yourself with your hands, but barbatos is infinitely stronger and faster than you are. his forked tail—cold and wet—coils around your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. another snap of his fingers, and your body is bound with invisible restraints. your arms are stretched above your head, almost painfully so. your legs are spread wide and bent at the knee; no matter how hard you try, you can’t move. there’s even a gag in your mouth to muffle your cries and force you to suck oxygen through your nose.

crouching between your open legs, the butler tsks. “oh my, what a mess.” his tail slithers up your leg and settles atop your womb. the slightest pressure from the appendage causes a stream of diavolo’s cum to rush out of your bruised hole. the demon’s snakelike tongue darts out and tastes the semen that is now pooled beneath your ass.

bartabos’s eyes meet yours and he smiles something wicked. “let’s get you cleaned up—shall we?”

#the banner is a detail from hieronymus bosch’s triptych ‘the garden of earthly delights’#dividers are my own!#the garden of earthly delights #kinktober 2023 #obey me smut #barbatos smut #diavolo smut #barbatos x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me x reader #tw dark content #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw yandere #tw knotting #tw monsterfucking #༄ kae writes

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murasaki-cha · 3 months

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The way I, an arts and design major, bolted up from my seat so fast to get closer to the screen when I realised the painting (or more correctly the triptych)in Hades' place is "The Garden Of Earthly Delights" by Bosch

#i just pointed to the screen and went 'hold on I took a lecture on that and it was also in my final“#pjo #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #hades #pjo tv series #percy jackson #pjo show #pjo series #pjo hades #bosch #hieronymus bosch #the garden of earthly delights

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pazzesco · 8 months

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The Garden of Earthly Delights is the modern title given to a triptych oil painting on oak panel painted by the Early Netherlandish master Hieronymus Bosch, between 1490 and 1510, when Bosch was between 40 and 60 years old.

Top- Center panel: The Garden of Earthly Delights

Bottom Left- Left panel: The Garden of Eden

Bottom Right- Right panel: The hell

Click links to embiggen

#art #hieronymus bosch #The Garden of Earthly Delights #the garden of eden #the hell #hell #garden of eden #bosch

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 11 months

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ℌ𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔶𝔪𝔲𝔰 𝔅𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔥 “𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔈𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔩𝔶 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰" ℜ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔩: 𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 (𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔰)

#Hieronymus Bosch #details #The Garden of Earthly Delights #art #artwork #Illustration #painting #detail #hell #surrealism art #surreal art #oil painting #Hieronymus Bosch between 1490 and 1510 #triptych #triptych painting #triptych art

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shihlun · 2 years

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Hieronymus Bosch

- The Garden of Earthly Delights (detail)

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#hieronymus bosch #the garden of earthly delights #owl #painting

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spacecovvgirl · 5 months

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The Garden of Earthly Delights (triptych, right panel), 1490-1500, Hieronymus Bosch // Berserk (Volume 34, p. 172), 2009, Kentaro Miura

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books-and-omens · 10 months

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I HAVE QUESTIONS

#good omens season 2 #good omens #uh #wh #so many questions #the garden of earthly delights

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dellafrostine-yyxy · 3 months

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Just finished the 7th episode of the Percy Jackson show and :

Whoever was the amazing and artistically skilled genius that decided to put in The Garden of Earthly Delights into the foyer of Hades’ Palace should be praised until the end of time

Like 😍 they were COOKING FIVE STAR MICHELIN FOOD OVER HERE

I can’t express how cool this is but AHHH

The artistic symbolism - the synapses firing - Red Velvet’s Feel My Rhythm prepared me for this

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #annabeth chase #grover underwood #red velvet #feel my rhythm #the garden of earthly delights #hieronymus bosch #they were cooking #i feel so smart

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bishopsbox · 4 months

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via: Compagnie Marie Chouinard (video)

Hieronymus Bosch: The garden of earthly delights (excerpt). Created at Theaterfestival Boulevard, ‘s-Hertogenbosch, Netherlands, August 4, 2016

#2016 #dance #modern dance #marie chouinard #hieronymus bosch #the garden of earthly delights #el jardin de las delicias #hieronymus bosch dance #the garden of earthly delights dance

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zorosdimples · 6 months

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pairing ⛧ creepy medical student! law x gn! reader

warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. while there’s no smut, this is suggestive, and everything that happens is nonconsensual (law is gross). mentions of masturbation, fucking inanimate objects, bruises, and death. additionally: cum sighting, cursing, knife play, a little blood, some spit, manhandling, and general grimetown weirdness.

word count ⛧ 1132

notes ⛧ this is another installment of the garden of earthly delights series, as well as a contribution to @bastardblvd’s house of slimy horrors collab—my prompt was “pumpkin patch”! the plot is nonexistent… just go with it <3

something isn’t right.

the early evening sky is hazy, the sun obscured by a leaden film that shrouds grimetown’s pumpkin patch in a deathly hue. the barren field before you is more of a squash graveyard than anything else—the vast expanse of dirt is littered with a few dozen orange carcasses.

this is certainly not what you were expecting when your date suggested a fun autumnal outing.

“this has to be the world’s most depressing pumpkin patch,” you grouse, craning your neck to look up at law’s stony expression; as usual, his face doesn’t betray his thoughts. you can never get a good read on him. you don’t know him well enough to tell if he’s simply awkward or if he genuinely doesn’t emote. “we should go somewhere else.”

the jet-haired man places a firm palm on the small of your back, urging you forward. “c’mon, we’re already here. we can’t make jack-o-lanterns without pumpkins. toji joe’s is out of ‘em.”

there’s a peculiar lilt to his words—a faux positivity that makes you hesitate for a split second. but you move forward anyway.

the blustery air ruffles your clothes as you drift across the dark earth with law, searching for a pumpkin that isn’t in some state of decomposition. this is exactly the sort of scenario you hear about on your favorite podcasts and documentaries: a careless person accompanied by a man they barely know in a remote area, not so much as a whisper of nearby life on the wind.

all you really know about law is that he’s a handsome medical student who shares similar interests, namely in true crime and literature. that, and he had been unusually pushy about this outing.

“hey, that looks like a good one.” law points to a suitable carving prospect. crouching down to get a closer look, a gasp leaves your lips when you find a hole a few inches in diameter bored into the side of the pumpkin. what appears to have once been a pale cream fluid is now a flaky crust, caking the opening. “is that—”

“probably,” law cuts in, resting a cold, tattooed hand on your shoulder. startled, you nearly topple over, but his strong arms catch you and pull you to his chest. now standing, you jerk in his embrace; he releases his hold and you take a few steps back. “it’s one of kappa upsilon mu’s fall festival activities.”

it’s impossible to hide the disgust that furrows your brow and creeps into your voice. “they mutilate pumpkins and fuck them like fleshlights as a frat tradition?”

law shrugs. you swear you see a glimmer of humor flit through his amber irises. “it’s not even close to the weirdest thing they do. ever heard of a ‘cum fountain’?”

you hold up a hand to stop him. “i don’t even wanna know.”

but something isn’t adding up you think with a frown. “if you knew all the pumpkins were going to be cut up and…violated, why did you bring me here, law?” you tried to measure your words carefully, but now that they hang in the open, your accusation is evident.

your date’s lips curl into an ominous smirk. the familiar chill of dread nips at your heels and paws at your chest. “well,” law starts, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade. your eyes rivet on the tool—the weapon—as he fiddles with it, nimble fingers gliding along the handle before flicking it open with ease. his bored, yellow gaze unnerves you; his words ooze calculated confidence. “i’m gonna practice my carving skills with you.”

his statement rips the breath from your lungs. unsure of what to do, you chuckle uncomfortably, praying that he’s still talking about the goddamn pumpkins.

law edges closer to you, a hunter testing his prey. you don’t move—you don’t think you could if you tried. your mind is racing in countless directions, but you can’t settle on an action, a plan. and this freak—your date—is one small thrust of the blade from you, crowding your space. so you stare down the predator’s maw.

“you’re beautiful,” law states, though it doesn’t sound complimentary; it’s an observation. there’s a clinical coldness to his words that makes you feel like you’re trapped in a microscope slide. he gestures to you with the knife, the unspoken threat palpable.

“oh. um, th-thank you,” you stammer, eyes darting wildly, cornered prey.

you force yourself to think: how do you escape this fucker? you had to take a shitty taxi to get to the pumpkin patch, but the driver could barely keep the car in its lane and tried to proposition you for sex. is everyone in grimetown a slimeball? you don’t realize your nails are biting so deeply into the skin of your palms that blood is dripping onto the dirt.

as though he can read your thoughts, law says coolly, “i wouldn’t run if i were you.”

options dwindling, you remember your lifeline. slowly, you inch a hand toward your back pocket where your phone sits. but your opponent is perceptive; law cracks a wide smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, running his tongue across his sharp teeth. he raises the knife and presses the flat side of the blade against your neck.

it’s an effective warning.

“there’s no signal out here—the only cell provider that services grimetown is slime mobile. you can check, though, if it makes you feel better,” law taunts.

to your horror, your phone reads “no service” at the top of the screen. your skin itches, nerves buzzing with adrenaline. your hands shake, fear and rage coalescing into an unshakeable tremor that has sweat beading at your temples. hot tears of frustration singe your cheeks. but the cold steel of the blade against your throat saps the fight from your body.

your final resort?

“fuck you,” you hiss with all the venom you can muster. and, before you can stop yourself: ptui. you launch a glob of spit that lands squarely on law’s cheek, punctuating your insult.

law doesn’t flinch. rather, he swipes two calloused fingertips through your precious gift. he holds his wet digits up, admiring the glistening pads of his fingers, then pops them into his mouth. the groan he emits while enjoying your taste makes you lightheaded. he pivots his blade so that the honed tip scrapes an angry line up the column of your throat. the pressure isn’t enough to slice your flesh—yet.

you shriek when law forcefully grabs your jaw and pulls you to him. bruises in the shape of his fingers will bloom on your face tomorrow—if you live that long, anyway. for the first time, his wide grin crinkles his hawkish eyes.

his voice is thick with desire as he murmurs, “i’d like to fuck you first.”

#house of slimy horrors collab #the garden of earthly delights #kinktober 2023 #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece x reader #༄ kae writes #law <3 #grimetown #tw knifeplay #tw knife play #cw knifeplay #cw knife play

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ourstaturestouchtheskies · 9 months

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Charlotte's Art History Tarot - Card 15 - The Devil

Art: The Garden of Earthly Delights: Hell – Hieronymus Bosch

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so, there's no great way to spin this: the devil is not a super positive card. it's often associated with feelings of entrapment. things that could cause this entrapment might include bad habits, excessive materialism, anger, or fear. although I haven't done extensive research, I would have to assume that this card's negative cast comes from traditional christian ideas about god (good) versus the devil (evil), and I'm all for breaking out of these kinds of binary interpretations. you might instead choose to see this card more as a version of yourself who is not who you want to be - not necessarily in an inherently negative way, but more as a reminder that you can always grow and change into the person you want to be. however you choose to interpret the devil card, I always knew I had to get my boy Bosch on this card! honestly, I don't really have a visual analysis for why this detail from The Garden of Earthly Delights fits the card, I just think Bosch's paintings are so incredibly fun and bizarre and I simply could not resist the urge to pull a section from the "hell" portion of the triptych. I did try to pick something that at least hinted at the traditional card art, so I chose this seated blue bird man thing to echo the seated horned devil in the Rider-Waite deck. I know I also usually share a little bit about how the image connects to the meaning of the card, but I fear once again I just chose this because I thought it was fun and I am endlessly amused by Bosch's work 😅 so I suppose I'll leave this one entirely up to your own interpretations ☺️

#charlotte's art history tarot #tarot cards #tarot deck #tarot #the devil #the devil tarot #bosch #hieronymus bosch #the garden of earthly delights #garden of earthly delights #art #art history

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pandorasboxofhorrors · 7 months

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#halloween #hieronymus bosch #the garden of earthly delights

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selkielore · 2 years

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just remembered the garden of earthly delights and looked at it again. some particularly good details

#bottom left who is that guy and how can i hang out with him #the garden of earthly delights #art history #hieronymous bosch

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yourfavepokemontype · 10 months

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Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh is a dark type, the Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch is a psychic type, and Mona Lisa by Da Vinci is a normal type!