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ikeromantic · 2 days ago
Hiiiiiiiii!!! Congrats on the 600 followers!!! 🎉🎉🎉 I’m so happy for you! 🤩 Here’s to another 600! 🥳🥳🥳 Soooo, I’ve never done an ask before so please forgive me if I do this wrong. 🙈 I’d like to request #8 (Fingertip kisses) and #19 (Hand kisses) with Motonari and you can surprise me! Thank you so much and again congratulations!!! 🎉🎉🎉 ❤️❤️❤️
Motonari took the chatelaine’s hand and helped her into the small boat. It was narrow, with a shallow draft and oars, easy for just two people to handle. Or one, really. She was getting better sea legs the more time she spent with him, but the lady would never be a pirate. He didn’t want her to be. She was perfect, just the way she was.
“Why are you smiling?” She tilted her head to look at him.
“Hard not to smile when I’m looking at a beautiful woman,” he grinned.
She blushed but didn’t drop her gaze. “I love it when you smile like that. And if it’s because of me?” Her laugh was too quiet to be heard over the waves.
Motonari pulled her close for a hug. “Then I’ll have to smile more, won’t I?” He still had a hard time with this kind of familiarity. This physical intimacy with so much touching - but it was getting better. She never pushed him for contact, letting him make the choice. It made her feel safe to him, comfortable.
He helped her get seated on the wood bench and began to row them toward the small island.
She was quiet as they approached the ocean cliffs. Grey stone rose high above them, casting the approach in shadow. The water here was dark and deep, the waves almost the same dark slate as the rock.
Motonari focused on rowing, his garnet gaze searching out the deeper shadows ahead.
“Where exactly are you taking me today?” Her tone was curious, though there was a waiver of uncertainty in the inhalation after.
“If I told ya that, I’d have ta kill ya,” Motonari joked. “Seriously speakin’ this is a real secret spot. Even my crew only knows the general location.”
Her eyes widened. “Is it . . . a pirate treasure trove?”
Motonari laughed. “You imagining piles of gold and gems?”
“Well . . . not piles . . . maybe, crates?” She blushed and turned her gaze forward.
“It’s a surprise. But we’re almost there, so you’ll see.”
The entire horizon was taken up by the cliffs now, and the choppy water tossed the small craft left then right. The narrow deck tilted alarmingly at each wave. Motonari kept them pointed in the right direction. Any hesitance, any mistake, could get them killed. Dashed to death on the rocks or drowned by the unpredictable currents. Not that he was worried. He knew the way forward.
She let out a little shriek as icy water splashed her. Her hands were gripping the wood bench as if her life depended on it.
Smart girl, Motonari thought. Then he saw the tell-tale jagged edge of the sea-cave opening and it was all he could do to position the small boat toward it. Another wave shoved them forward and then the walls of stone closed around them. The water stilled.
“Wha - what is this?” Her voice was tight, anxious.
Motonari secured an oar and reached for her in the darkness. His gloved hand found hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Let yer eyes adjust. You’ll see.”
Slowly, the space around them resolved, a layering of shadow and the narrow glimmer of sunlight that made its way through cracks in the stone above to reflect on the pitch black sea under the cliff. Glimmers of light in the rocky cavern looked like tiny stars, and bands of quartz turned into milky galaxies, glowing with stolen light.
She gasped, her grip on his hand tightening. “Motonari! This is beautiful!”
“Better’n a pile of treasure?”
She laughed. “Much.”
“I found this cave lookin’ fer a place to hide out, but it’s submerged at high tide so I had to move on. Never forgot how it looked though.” He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Yer the first person I wanted ta share it with.”
“That is so sweet,” she sighed. Her voice sounded wistful. “I wish I could show you something so amazing.”
Motonari felt his chest clench, and his face heat. “You show me amazin’ things everyday.” He turned her hand over and pressed a kiss to her palm. It wasn’t dainty or soft. She had a seamstress’ hands. Strong, lightly calloused. His lips sought out the rough spots where her thimble rested, the little scars from many needle-pricks on her fingertips.
Her breath was shallow, ragged, and punctuated with soft sounds of pleasure.
There was something precious in knowing he could please her like this - with his touch - that she let him, that she enjoyed him. He felt a sudden urge to reach out to her, barehanded. To brush his own calloused palm across hers.
He used his teeth to remove the gloves, one hand at a time, so he didn’t need to let go of her. The sea air hit his skin, sending little prickles of cold and damp up his arm. It felt strange to be so naked. So vulnerable. Motonari took a steadying breath.
“You don’t have to take them off if you don’t want to.”
“I want to, or I wouldn’t have,” he chuckled. He laced his bare fingers with hers, feeling every place they touched with breathtaking intensity. His mind fought the simultaneous urges to pull away and to get closer. He trembled.
She held still, her fingers curling slowly into his grip. “Is it ok?”
“Yeah.” He raised his other hand and lightly touched her face.
Her lips met his touch, brushing a kiss across his knuckles.
Motonari gasped, pulling back. His hand shook with twinned sensations of discomfort and arousal. Every nerve ending was on fire.
“Was that too much? I just thought . . .”
“No,” he rasped. “It was good. I was just surprised.” He raised his hand to her face again, and this time, he was ready when her lips touched his fingertips. Motonari held himself still, letting the waves of sensation roll through him. The feel of her lips, soft and warm. The way they dimpled a little with pressure from the touch. His skin prickled as she exhaled, her breath a caress.
She parted her lips slightly, nipping his skin. Her tip of her tongue brushed the same spot as he shivered. “Mmm, a little salty,” she grinned.
He let out a hoarse laugh. His thumb stroked her cheek. It felt good. She felt good.
“Should I keep going?”
Motonari pulled the word from his shallow breath. “Yes.”
She guided his thumb toward her lips. Her kiss was gentle, slow. When she was sure he wasn’t going to pull away, she let her teeth graze the rough pad of his thumb, eliciting another surprised gasp from Motonari.
He wondered if this was what she felt when he kissed her. This fire that burned its way up his arm and into his chest. This sudden tactile awareness that made him want to explore her body with his hands. To feel her as close to him as two people could get.
Her mouth opened a little wider and she slid his thumb into that satin heat. Her tongue skimmed along his skin as if tasting him.
Motonari closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation. Losing himself to her warmth as she released his thumb to trail little kisses across his palm and up each finger. “I love you,” he breathed, his lips betraying the fullness of his heart. He hadn’t meant to speak aloud. Not when he sounded so vulnerable. Stripped of his gloves, of his brusque defenses.
She was the only person to ever touch him this way - to turn contact into something impossible. Into bliss.
“I love you too,” she replied.
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mythsofkairos · 2 months ago
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scenario: You were ranting to your friend in the human realm about this new tv show you both were hooked to. You hated a certain character in the show and were venting your frustrations about it over the phone. Unfortunately, they overhear you and think you’re talking about them.
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He was making his way over to your room for regular night checks when he heard your muffled voice
With half a mind to scold you for staying up past your bedtime, he walked upto your door when and was about to knock when he heard you loud and clear
“I swear he is such an asshole.”
The silence in the corridor was deafening as he froze outside your door
“He has his head so far up his ass that he absolutely refuses to acknowledge other people around him. Ugh, I hate him, I tell you.”
Before fury and injury to pride, it was crushing heartbreak that hit him like a truck
You…hated him? But…you told him loved him. He recalled all the times you did, and all the different ways you did
Was it all…a lie?
His damaged pride wouldn’t let him face you, but his broken heart couldn’t let him face you
So he resigned to his room, letting the fatigue knock him out as soon as his head hit the pillow
The next day, he was absolutely silent
His brothers were really concerned
He refused to get angry or punish them no matter what they did, even going as far as to help them on more than one occasions
As much as they appreciated it, the look in his eyes was freaking them out
So when you returned from your extra classes at R.A.D in the evening, they requested you to get to the bottom of it
He knew it was you from the familiar rhythm of your clicking soles at the end of the corridor
But he refused to look up even when you peeked through the door, knocking on it and calling him out
“Luci? Can I come in?”
His grip tightened on his pen as he nodded, still avoiding eye contact
You could tell his demeanor was different 
It wasn’t one of exhaustion, but rather of resignation
You placed a coaxing hand on his shoulder, “Is something the matter, love?”
Before you could even blink, he had grabbed your wrist and was towering above you
“Don’t you dare call me that.”
He hated that he was collapsing on the inside, when you had the audacity to look confused
“W-What happened? What did I do?
“Why don’t you ask that to someone who’s not an asshole? Someone who doesn’t have his head stuck up in his ass?”
You blinked once, twice, thrice before it clicked
The footsteps behind your door last night were his
With widened eyes and gushed speech, you stumbled over your own words to explain to him what you were talking about
His face morphed from fury to something unreadable as your progressed through your explanation, and he was so still that you were afraid that you broke him or something
And just like before, you were engulfed in a bone-crushing hug before you could even blink
His voice was low as he mumbled against the crook of your neck, but it reached both your ears and heart
“I’m glad to hear that you still love me.”
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He had been making his way to your room to drag you into another money-making scheme
and just maybe ask for some cuddles
He was about to barge in as usual when you said those words
“I swear he is such a scumbag.”
His heart DROPPED to the floor like a sledgehammer
“He’s so all over the place just to compensate for the fact that he is utterly useless. It’s so fucking annoying, I swear.”
He could feel the prickling at the corners of his eyes and heart clenching in his chest
Even though his own brothers called him much more horrible things, hearing you say it shattered something else inside him
He always knew in the deepest darkest corners of his mind that you hung around him because you pitied him, not because you genuinely liked him
He didn’t want to believe his ears, he wanted to walk away and pretend he never heard you say those cruel insults
But he couldn’t bring himself to move, his body betraying his mind as his feet remained planted to the floor
You hated him, you hated his guts
Then why would you agree to date him?
His chest clenched harder when he considered the possibility that perhaps he was just a plaything to you
Did you feel that sorry for him? Or did his brothers dare you like in those cliché movies he used to laugh at? 
Either way, it was a massive blow he wasn’t sure he would recover from anytime soon
Why would you do this you’re heartless 
Oblivious and lost in your conversation, you made your way out of your room to grab a snack from the kitchen
When you swung the door open, your words were caught in your throat as your friend continued ranting on the other side
His lips were parted in shock, his eyes were brimming with tears and his entire body was tensed up
The reason behind his state was sort of a no-brainer for you
You excused yourself from your call and disconnected it
“Mammon? Baby?”
He was beyond hearing those sweet words now, backing away from the door
Now you were the heartbroken one
You immediately hugged him and pulled him into your room
It took you two hours to cheer him back up after explaining what you had been talking about
Regardless, you weren’t allowed to leave his arms even for a second
For once, he made none of his ‘Great Mammon’ comments as he relished the feeling of your bodies tangled together
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A big fat oof—
Being the one who struggled the most with his self-esteem, he still thought he was dreaming six weeks into your relationship
You were nothing but kind and supportive to him and his hobbies
He was mostly happy about getting to keep his anime girl figurines
Little did he know he was going to get German suplexed into the ground
After a long morning of an intense auction for a limited edition video game, he had excitedly rushed out of his room to show it off to you
He stopped outside your door, contemplating whether he should just barge in or call you out
He finally settled on knocking, but was met with radio silence from the other side
Frowning, he started walking away from your room when he heard the faint echo of your voice from the living room
Rejuvenated once again, he skipped down the stairs and spotted your familiar head poking from over the sofa headrest facing him
He was about to reach out when you spoke once again
“I mean, he’s antisocial to the point where he’s just a petty bitch.”
His hands dropped to his sides as he took in your words
Antisocial…petty…you…couldn’t mean him, right?
“I don’t even know how a weirdo like him got a girlfriend.”
It was like drowning in quicksand, except he was suffocating on nothing but air
He knew it. And now you had said it.
All those times you’d encouraged him with your words were crushed into oblivion under the weight of your current declaration
Just like everyone else, you saw him as a gross shut in, a weirdo
He had no idea when he had shifted into his demon form until you turned around and let out a startled scream
“L-Levi! What are you doing?!”
He was furious no doubt, but it was more out of pain than hatred
You, who he had come to trust after so long, had been like everyone else
His jaw was clenched, but you could see his eyes become glossy
“Y-You liar…”
Before you knew, he had flown up the floors and shut himself in his room
After a beat of silence, you finally put two and two together
Rushing to his room, you banged on the door
“Levi? Baby? Can you hear me?”
The stomping and crashing sounds from the other side stilled
You quickly explained yourself, assuring him that your words weren’t directed at him at all
But when there was no response, you decided to give him some space and resign to your room
But the slow creaking of the door caught your attention, making you turn around and face your teary-eyed otaku
Wasting no time throwing your arms around him, you peppered his face with kisses
You two spent the afternoon playing games and cuddling, and even though he wasn’t as vocal as he used to be, his little smile and willingness to accept your affection assured you that you hadn’t lost him
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You must have a death wish
He had invited you over to his library for a study session, and currently you were taking a break from memorizing hex spells
You were furiously typing on your phone, gushing to your friend all about your opinions on the latest episode
Satan was reading his novel as usual, but he couldn’t help peek over the edge of the book at you
Your face was displaying all the emotions on the spectrum as your fingers flew across your screen
At one point, you were even giggling softly
His pride wouldn’t let him admit it, but he was the slightest bit jealous
jk lol he was BURNT
Who were you texting with such interest? What was more important than talking to your boyfriend while he sat across you?
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore
You hummed in response as you looked up from your screen
“Can you get me that spell book from the shelf behind you?”
You mindlessly got up from the table and moved towards the shelf, leaving your phone behind
There was a considerable distance between your seat and the shelf, giving him plenty of time to sneak a peak at your texts
His eyes were glued to the screen as he read your most recent texts
“He’s so pissy all the time, it’s starting to irritate me now.”
“He’s so smart, and for what?”
“Like, who does he think he is?”
There was an all-encompassing silence inside him as he briefly considered who were talking about
And then the FURY that gripped him was unlike anything he had ever felt
He slammed his hands down on the table, effectively breaking it into two
The sound made you whip your head around, only to see your seething boyfriend in his demon form
“Satan! What the fuck?”
You rushed upto the table or what was left of it, absolutely disregarding the threat he was posing to your life
“If you have complaints for me, I’d rather have you say them to my face than bitch over text to your friend.”
His words were absolutely venomous, making you flinch for an instant
But before you could get a word in, his tail had whipped against the shelf behind him, making all the books collapse and the wood to splinter harshly
The sight itself would be enough to make any normal person soil their pants, but you had been around for all his temper tantrums
Suddenly, you noticed your D.D.D in his hand
And now YOU were the furious one
“You went through my phone? What the hell?”
He hissed. “Why? Are you upset that you can’t play your two-faced game anymore?”
You almost popped a vein at that. Yeah, he was rubbing off on you
“Satan, love, would you be so kind to scroll to the beginning of that chat?”
He diverted his blazing eyes to your screen again, his thumb harshly scrolling down your screen
“He’s a character in the new TV show I am watching, if you didn’t know.”
It was hilarious to watch his rage mode fizzle out like that
You had to clean up the mess he had made, of course
But not before you demanded an apology, which he gave with flushed cheeks and stammering words
You sighed and kissed both his cheeks afterwards
Please don’t hold it against this boi
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hobin-gnoblin · 9 days ago
(Silly goofy quirky 🤪)
Lucifer: Has his own personal Keurig that Diavolo gifted him on his 1st Birthday in Devildom.
Mammon: Part of the Mile high club. Sneaks in to Levi's room when he's asleep and will watch the aquarium until he gets the munchies.
Leviathan: Is awake the entire time Mammon is there. Too scared to get up since Mammon gets into verbal fights daily with Henry.
Satan: Has a hanging cat poster that says, "Hang in There!" One of his prized possessions.
Asmodeus: Has a clusterf*ck of chapsticks hidden in every nook and cranny of the HoL.
Beelzebub: He has a stash of Fruit Gushers underneath his bed.
Belphie: Is the provider of said fruit gushers. Aww brotherly love ;)
Solomon: Will scream at the performing Magical at a children's party. He doesn't approve of their blashpheming schemes.
Simeon: Watches Reality TV and texts Micheal the latest tea.
Luke: Cropdusted Mammon once during a group project. When everyone asked who farted, Luke pointed at Mammon saying it was him. Everyone believed him.
Barbs: Keeps Jolly Ranchers in his pocket. He likes the Watermelon kind.
Diavolo: Wakes up at 5 o clock every morning and starts singing. He records himself doing so and sends it to Lucifer.
Henry the fish: Is the Zodiac Killer.
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zheny-i · 2 months ago
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Vyn messy layout!!!!!!!! ; feel fre to use it!!!!!!!!
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1funeralcake1 · 5 months ago
Satan and Nightmares
This is the fourth part in the series, I’m going in order from oldest to youngest, so Lucifer’s, Mammon’s and Leviathan’s are done, you can find them below.
Part One Part Two Part Three
Scenario: MC (you) wakes up from a very bad nightmare and seeks out comfort from the boys. You end sleeping next to them since you can’t sleep. This is inspired by me, since my dreams. . . . . . . they are funky to say the least.
Inspired by a conversation I had with @Tulip-hall
Genre: fluff
Warnings: Reader is gender neutral so this is for everyone! No warnings!
Your eyes open to complete darkness. A few moments pass and you realize your situation, you had only been dreaming. You heave yourself off of your bed and gaze around your room. Squinting you can make out your phone and you grab it. It was three in morning. You knew that you needed more sleep. You curled up under your sheets again. Tossing and turning was doing you no good. Every time you felt your body relax you would relive your night terror.
You stood again and paced, you had no options currently. A few thoughts drifted by and your mind latched on to one of them. You shook your head, it was a silly thought, but your mind was insistent. You sighed and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. Wearing your makeshift cape you scuffled down the hall to Satan’s door. 
Immediately after the first rap on the door you heard a shuffle inside. After the second knock the door was thrown open. Satan stood there, very aggravated. His hair was fluffed up and sticking every which way and he was wearing a fluffy green sweater and plush looking pants. He peered at you, his eyes still squinted from sleep. He yawned and gave you a scowl.
“MC, do you know what time it is? Please tell me you have a good reason for this,” He grumbled, running his fingers through his hair to smooth it somewhat.
“Can I talk to you for a bit? I know it’s late but I really need to talk right now,” you mumbled looking at the floor sheepishly. You already began to regret your decision, Satan was a light sleeper and did not appreciate being disturbed.
To your surprise, Satan stepped aside and allowed you into his room. You gently nudged the floating books away as you made your way through his room. His bed was covered in massive books so you settled on the plush, old couch. Satan trailed behind and stood in front of you and looked down. He quirked his eyebrow as if to ask you to tell him why you were here. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze but you explained to him what had happened.
Satan sighed and rubbed his temples, he felt a small twinge of anger flare up in him but he could not bring himself to be mad. He had watched you relay your dream. You had kept your face hidden from him but the cracks in your voice were undeniable. He crouched down and gazed up at your face. He offered you a weak smile. Unsure of how to give any solace he reached a hand up and cupped your face. 
“Hey, it’s okay, you’re with me now, and you’re okay. You’ll be alright,” Satan reassured.
You gave him a weak smile and leaned into his touch. Satan felt himself grow warmer and pulled himself away from you. He turned from you and reviewed his room. Tomes and enchanted books were laying all over the floor, many of them floated in the air and piles of volumes were stacked on his bed. Satan wished he had spent some time organizing earlier that day. He had been distracted by a new novel he got off of Akuzon and completely forgot. He muttered a few expletives under his breath. He didn’t want to kick you out so you could cower in fear all alone, but there was no way he could find room without spending an eon reorganizing.
Turning on his heel Satan faced you again, he cleared his throat and spoke, “I don’t have a lot of room so you can sleep on the couch and I guess, since I’m already awake, I’ll just read until morning comes.” 
“That doesn’t sound very fair, I could always curl up on the floor, I’m the one that’s intruding,” you responded waving your arms in defiance. 
Satan carefully clasped your arms and held them still, “it’s alright, you can sleep on the couch, I don’t mind. I can survive without a few hours of sleep. Besides, there’s nowhere on the floor to sleep,” Satan chuckled. He plopped himself on a stack of books and beckoned one of the novels floating through the air to come to him. You began to protest again but he was already entranced by the book.
You accepted that Satan would be too stubborn, so you curled up on the couch, the old couch creaked and you sank into the worn cushions. You felt yourself begin to calm but, just as before, you were visited by visions of your dream. You instead laid there, your eyes wide open and holding back tears. The Devildom was a terrifying place, you loved it, but not all of it. You found it hard to confide in the brothers for fear of sounding weak or whiny.
A loud yawn permeated the silence you had resolved yourself in. You were annoyed by Satan’s refusal to rest. You silently rose and tiptoed to Satan’s side. You clung to his sleeve and pulled. He didn’t move but his mouth pursed. You could see how he was holding back his smile and you frowned at him. You pulled again, he began to chuckle.
“MC, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable, you can have the couch,” Satan said, sighing with a smile and finally looking at you. His smile faded when he saw that your eyes were shining with tears. He tossed his book into the air, allowing it to float away. He stood quickly and began to truly fathom how bad that dream had been.
“MC, what do you need me to do? I-” Satan paused and looked over your shoulder at the couch. “Would you like to share the couch? Maybe I could read to you?” Satan rambled, hoping he could find a solution to help you.
You nodded, Satan took it as confirmation of both and loosely held your hand as he steered you back to the couch. He halted you from lying down and settled in first.
“MC, the only way we can make room for the two of us is if you lay on top of me, of course if that’s too weird then I’ll let you have the couch and I’ll still read to y-” A puff of air escaped from Satan’s chest, interrupting him as you laid on his chest.
You were terrified and tired, you weren’t busy or concerned by embarrassment currently. Satan reddened but managed to beckon his book back to his side. He opened it up and began again at the start. Every so often he would trip over his words when you would wriggle to be more comfortable. Your hands curled under him and your head rested on his chest. Satan’s heart would skip a beat but you hardly noticed, his low voice rumbling through his chest with every word was soothing. You felt your heart rate slow and breaths even.
Satan noticed that you were asleep. He pushed the book aside and gazed down at you asleep on his chest. He had always known himself as a creature of rage, nothing more than a creation made of Lucifer’s negative emotions. You made him feel like so much more. You sought him out as a source of comfort, he never thought that he would be a safe place for you. Now that he had you here with him he was determined to bring you to safety no matter what. 
Satan returned to reading the book when he saw you stir lightly. As he read he felt himself slip off into sleep as well, perfectly content to spend all of his lifetimes right there with you.
You awoke in a partial darkness, you didn’t move, rather you listened to the disaster unfolding. You heard the low rumbling of Satan’s voice through his chest. The aggravated tone was unmistakable. You felt your face blush furiously when you heard the scolding of Lucifer. As you continue to wake more you realize where you were. You were lying on top of Satan with an open faced book over your head.
After you had fallen asleep Satan kept reading until he had drifted off too. He dropped the book and now you had a paper tent over your head. You wanted to giggle, you couldn’t really hold it in any longer. You giggled softly and broke out into laughter. The other brothers walked in to see you laying on top of Satan laughing with a book on your head. Humans are really strange.
As more of the brothers entered the room and began to chime in on the display before them Satan got more and more annoyed. You could see Satan begin to breathe heavier. You knew he was about to blow but how he reacted shocked you. In one smooth motion he scooped you up and carried you out of his room. But, before he headed down the hall, Satan freed one hand quickly to flip off Lucifer. He began laughing as he ran down the hallway followed by the thunderous steps of an enraged Lucifer echoing behind the two of you.
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ereyzme · a year ago
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Prints Shop
👇 High-res art / Psd / Steps
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kylianahn · 3 months ago
⪼𝕆𝕓𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖!⪻
Anime Ep. 1 is here y'all (≧∀≦)
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⇥𝟟 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘⇤
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✧𝐿𝑈𝐶𝐼𝐹𝐸𝑅 ⇲ 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ⇱
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✧𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 ⇲ 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐲 ⇱
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✧𝐵𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑍𝐸𝐵𝑈𝐵 ⇲ 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 ⇱
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✧𝐵𝐸𝐿𝑃𝐻𝐸𝐺𝑂𝑅 ⇲ 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 ⇱
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ikeromantic · a day ago
Congrats on 600 followers!!! So well deserved you should be so proud!! For your celebration can I request Yukimura from Ikesen with a Makeup Kiss? I’d like to see something spicy ^^
Yukimura stood outside her room, his silhouette shifting from side to side as he wavered in his resolve. Just because Shingen said he had to apologize didn’t make it true.
But Sasuke said the same thing. And Yoshimoto handed him a bouquet because ‘words are not enough’ . . . So maybe he did need to say something. It was so stupid though!
All he’d said was that even in a fancy kimono she was still the boar woman that almost knocked ran off a cliff. It was true! But . . . she’d left the room holding back tears. He expected her to fire back an insult or smack his arm or . . . anything but tears. And now he’d have to confront that blotchy, tear-streaked, adorable dummy’s face and tell her he’d been joking.
Of course he’d been joking. She was beautiful. She always was, no matter what she was wearing. He just felt stupid telling her so, especially in front of everyone.
The door slid open.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, her cheeks still flushed with anger and embarrassment. When she saw him, she started to close the door.
“No! Wait!” Yukimura stuck his foot out to block it.
“You should go. Boars have notoriously bad tempers.” She let go of the door and crossed her arms.
Yuki swallowed. Alright. She was clearly still really mad. There was only one thing he could do. He took a breath. “I’m sorry.”
She raised an eyebrow. “For?”
“You know.” He gestured toward the main hall. “What I said.”
“Ok.” She didn’t move or smile or anything. She just glared at him.
He wanted her to smile at him, just a little. Seeing her like this made his chest ache. Yukimura held out the flowers. He wanted to say something - some perfect line that would fix all that was wrong between them, but the right words wouldn’t come. So he just held the bouquet, throat clenched.
Her gaze went to the flowers and then to his face. The line of her jaw softened and she stepped to the side, motioning him in.
Yukimura felt some of his tension ease as he closed the door behind him. He set the flowers down on a table and turned to look at her.
She wouldn’t meet his eyes. Her gaze fixed on the bouquet. “Look, I know sometimes you just say stuff and don’t think about it. You don’t mean to be rude. It’s just . . .” She sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “I worked really hard to make that outfit. I felt pretty.” The last word came out choked and low.
He crossed the space between them and pulled her close. She held herself stiffly in his arms, unwilling to accept the comfort he offered. Yukimura kissed the top of her head. “You are such a dummy. Don’t you know you’re beautiful no matter what you wear?”
“You ass,” she mumbled, rubbing her face against his chest.
“I am,” he admitted. “Can you forgive me?”
She turned her head to look up at him. “Maybe.” A slight smile played at the edges of her lips, though there were still tears in her eyes.
Yukimura knew she would, now. The knot in his chest let go. He leaned close, “Kiss and make up?”
Her lips met his in a kiss like good wine. Sweet on his tongue and a fire in his belly. A slow, gentle pressure that built every moment it was prolonged.
His hands found their way to the ties of her nightrobe, pausing for a moment to be certain it was what she wanted too. Yuki had only a breath of hesitation before he felt her untie his haori.
Their clothes dropped to the floor, stripped between breathless kisses. Needy, hungry kisses. Her nails ran down his back. His hands caressed her hips, her breasts.
She broke the kiss for a moment to lead him toward her futon.
Yukimura couldn’t help the way his eyes drank in the sight of her. He was no poet, no painter, but she made him wish he had the talent to celebrate her. To make her understand that to him, she was perfect. Not merely pretty.
“Yuki?” She looked over her shoulder at him, her grip on his hand tightening.
“I love you.” His voice broke on the words as emotions rolled through him.
Her cheeks heated at his tone, though she tried to hide it. “Mmm, so I guess if I want compliments from you, I shouldn’t bother sewing pretty dresses? Just walk around naked and -”
He interrupted her with a kiss. Yukimura wanted her to feel all of his adoration. All his love, told without words. He wanted her to know she was beautiful, always.
Together, they lowered to the futon. Yuki didn’t break the kiss until she was spread beneath him. His hands explored her curves, rough callouses rasping across her satin skin. She gasped and wriggled under his gentle touch.
He kissed her cheek, the edge of her jaw. His lips left a trail of kisses down her sternum. He nipped and kissed each breast, rolling the nipples with his tongue. Every part of her should feel loved, he thought.
Her hips bucked as his lips found her pelvic bone and the inside of her thighs. She opened herself wider for him, pleading with breathy moans for more.
Yukimura wasn’t a man to tease and play with his lover. He wanted to satisfy. He parted her labia with his tongue, seeking that tiny pearl of pleasure she hid there. It didn’t take long. He slid the tip of his tongue along the edge of it, and she shuddered just from that light touch. When he wrapped his lips around it, suckling, she cried out breathlessly.
He would have smiled, but his mouth was busy coaxing her to greater bliss. Yuki found her rhythm, the combination of lips, tongue, and teeth to drive her mad. With each movement, she tensed, pressing her hips up so that his face was buried in her, glorying in the smell and taste and feel.
She reached her peak with a suddenness he didn’t expect. Her thighs clamped around his head, and a tremor ran through her body. Her voice went from crescendo to breathless silence.
Yukimura kept lapping at her cleft, drinking her, as she shuddered against him. He loved her. Every part of her, every moment with her. And he knew he would never have enough of her.
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mythsofkairos · 2 months ago
CRAZY OVER YOU  [ OBEY ME! (Brothers + Diavolo) Series ]
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So Satan was planning another prank to play on Lucifer
He was going to feed him a personality reversal potion, to make him all soft and emotional so that he could blackmail him about it later
But you accidentally ended up drinking it
You go to bed feeling a little dizzy, not knowing what is wrong with you
Until you wake up the next day with a diva personality rivalling Asmodeus
includes: NSFW, female switch reader, established relationship, teasing
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He had spent the entire evening preparing a special concoction for his latest prank on their eldest brother. A simple spell that he had come across in one of his older books. The plan was so elegant and elusive that it made him wonder why he hadn’t thought of it before. The potion was easy to prepare too, without arousing any suspicion. 
Just the mental image of a soft Lucifer cooing at cats and tearing up over sappy romance novels was enough to make Satan cackle like a Disney villainess as he mixed the ingredients in his portable cauldron. 
It didn’t even give off a distinct scent mixed with his tea, which was good. Very good.
Lucifer was buried neck-deep in paperwork when Satan knocked on his door. He was too exhausted to notice the saccharine dripping from the fourth-born’s smile as he placed the cup and saucer on the table. 
“You should take a break, Lucifer.”
He nodded absentmindedly, completely engrossed in the statistics and passages on the papers in front of him. Satan wasted no time scurrying away (with the most poised posture, of course) and then ducking behind the window frame from the outside to watch his plan play out. He grinned in satisfaction as Lucifer raised the porcelain cup to his lips and taking a long sip, collapsing back in his chair later.
Impressed with himself, Satan practically skipped (respectfully, of course) back to his room, mapping out all the places he’d hide cameras in to capture Lucifer’s non-lucid state.
He vaguely remembered preparing another cup of tea as a back up plan, in case the first born would’ve asked him to join him. But he hadn’t spiked that one. So when he noticed you sitting on the couch and drinking from a similar cup, he wasn’t all that concerned. He was more psyched about the success of his prank.
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So imagine his irritation when there was practically no change in Lucifer’s demeanor at R.A.D the following day.
His pride hadn’t as much chipped, much less evaporated. He was just as stoic and unreasonable as he had been for as long as Satan could remember. What did he do wrong? Was the potion not potent enough? Did he miss an ingredient? No, he was sure he had done everything by the book. Then why?
“You okay, Satan?”
His head perked up at Asmodeus calling his name out. He grumbled as he climbed the staircase leading to the entrance of the school. “It’s nothing.”
Mammon kept glancing at the gates, making Asmodeus quip. “Witches won’t attack you here, Mammon. You can relax.”
He shook his head. “Not that. MC said she wasn’t feeling good this morning and told me she would come to school by herself. But I don’t see her...”
Leviathan rolled his eyes as he scrolled through his D.D.D. “And you left her alone just like that? Some bodyguard you are.”
“Hey! She was being really bitchy about it! I have feelings too, you know!”
Asmodeus snickered. “You’re a demon, you idiot! What is the worse she could’ve done? Hit you with a frying pan?”
Mammon’s lips curled in distaste. “Whatever! You are going to pick on me no matter what I say, so I won’t justify myself anymore!”
At the sound of the third born’s soft voice, they all turned to look at him. But his eyes were wide as saucers as he stared at something beyond them all. His lips were parted in disbelief, a look all of them shared after they realized what he was stupefied over.
You had just entered the large iron gates, and if not for your signature glasses and familiar backpack, it would’ve been impossible to tell that it was you.
Your timid personality and modest taste in fashion felt like a far cry from your current confident gait and modified uniform. Your hair was out of its usual style and flowing down to your shoulders with a luscious texture. Your R.A.D blazer was unbuttoned, revealing your tight shirt hugging the outline of all your curves perfectly. Your cherry red skirt had raked up a good four inches above your knees, and you were sporting a pair of thigh high socks that exposed a suggestive strip of skin between their edge and your hemline.
You looked like something out of a dream high school movie, making jaws drop and heads turn in your direction as you made your way towards the brothers c. 
And that’s when your scent hit them.
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[ A/N: Every brother gets their own variation of this prompt (including Diavolo), so stay tuned to read more! ]
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hobin-gnoblin · 3 days ago
(Things they'd prolly say )
Lucifer: "Dear Prince Diavolo, please stop sending Barbatos to come into my yard, and proceed to take pictures of me standing near my office window. He is outside of my window as we speak."
Mammon: "Me officer? Stealing? No, I'm just gonna," *runs away*
Levi: "Thats cool and all, but what would your mermaid tail color be? Superpower?"
Satan: "I will smite you."
Asmo: "ADIDAS, All day I dream about Sex, Solomon, be a doll and write that down for me."
Beel: "Zoopals make eating fun."
Belphie: "I should've just stayed in the attic."
Solomon: "Asmo, its not you, it's me. Wait, sorry my apologies, it is you."
Simeon: "Thank you all for coming, now if we open the Bible to page 1, Jesus tells us its always good to brush our teeth."
Barbatos: "Target acquired my lord." *proceeds to take pictures of Lucifer.*
Diavolo: My dear Morningstar,
I humble deny your request from me ceasing my educational research on what you do on a day to day basis.
See you at dinner,
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sulldrit-art · 5 months ago
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I did a cursed image redraw with the Obey Me! Boys lololol Also! It’s my bday tomorrow yay! I’ll get to see what the birthday event is like!
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zheny-i · a month ago
Marius matching icons
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feel free to use it!!!! like or reblog if u use thank you><
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paustark · 10 months ago
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I know I'm late and the event is over, but it doesn't matter I wanted to draw it because I love this outfit (although I couldn't get the card 😢)
Also I wanted to test the new timelapse feature of clip paint studio
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