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leeknowbuttsmasher · 6 months

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💌💋 - love letter, first kiss.

satan × gen!reader. fluff.

warnings: very brief angry satan.

content: you've accidentally read satan's unfinished love letter to you.

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the sound of a bell rang distantly in your ears. you looked up from your notes with a frown, locking eyes with satan as he cast you a confused look. “MC, don’t you have devildom law in your last block?”

“ah, the study block is done already?” you flipped your d.d.d. over, taking a look at the time. “this class is going to kill me. the more he talks, the less i feel like i know,” you sighed. hastily, you gathered your papers from the table, sliding them into your folder. “pass me my textbook?”

satan leaned forward in his chair, gathering the textbook and the papers underneath it before placing them in your hands. “that teacher was always difficult,” the blond mused while he leaned back again. “if you need help with that class, just ask me. i’ll help you through it.”

your eyes lit up at the idea. “yes please.” satan didn’t expect you to say yes so easily; his eyes flickered with surprise and the tips of his ears turned pink at your eagerness. “you don’t have class this period, right? will you just stay here?”

“most likely. this library is always more peaceful than the study at home.”

“then, can i come back here and meet you after my class?” satan replied with a nod and a dismissive wave, shooing you away before you ended up late for law class.

you barely made it in time, sprinting up to the doorway just as the second bell echoed through the halls. exhaling in relief, you plopped down into your chair and settled your bag at your feet. however, your relief was short-lived. the teacher had begun handing out a surprise test, much to your dismay. but another part of you was glad you didn’t have to listen to another lecture today. by the time you finished your test, more than half of class time had passed. with nothing else to do other than watch the clock tick by, you pulled your notes out of your bag, deciding to double check that your answers for the test would suffice.

when you opened your textbook, an unfamiliar piece of paper fluttered down to the floor. you blinked at it, confused. quietly, you shifted your chair backwards just enough to reach under the desk, swiping it off the ground before straightening back up. with a curious gaze, you unfolded it, the mysterious content revealing itself to you.

My dearest MC. My dearest, MC.

I’ve spent a long time thinking about how I might tell you these things. I considered over a phone call first, thinking that my voice would get my intentions across. But then it occurred to me that if I wanted you to hear my voice, then I should tell you in person. And I realised further that I might not be brave enough to tell you these things face to face just yet. So, I thought maybe just texting you would be the way to go. It was my main plan for some time, until I saw a character in Levi’s anime reject a confession through text because it wasn’t “genuine”. I ended up stumped. At least, until I came across the idea of a love letter in a novel of mine. And so, I’m writing this love letter to you in the hopes that you’ll accept it; accept me. Ever since you’ve come to the Devildom, you’ve taught me more than any teacher, any novel or any tome ever could. Not only have you taught me practical skills, but you’ve also taught me so much emotionally, and that means more to me than anything. For anyone to brave me, the embodiment of wrath, it felt impossible. But you came in, albeit not as quietly as I would have expected a normal human to come in, and tore down the walls I hid myself in. MC, were it not for you, my relationship with my brothers would have taken much longer to improve. I am still learning how to deal with them, and how to deal with my anger, but you taught me that I am more than my anger, and that I am more than the creature that split from Lucifer. First and foremost, I need to say thank you. For being the human that you are. Though you can be chaotic, reckless, and a bit overwhelming at times, I cannot imagine a life without you in it. You’ve weaved yourself a place with me; with everyone. And now that I’ve had you for so long, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go. MC, there are a lot more things I’d like to say. But considering what kind of a letter this is, I have to at least say it once. I

the unsigned letter cut off abruptly. at some point, tears had pooled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over onto the paper, where a name should have been left. it was no mystery as to who wrote the letter; he had most likely slid it into your textbook by accident while he was trying to help you collect your papers. suddenly, the bell rang loudly, signalling the end of class. you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, throwing all your belongings into your bag and keeping only the letter in hand as you dashed down the hallways. halfway to the library, you saw satan peering into an empty classroom, expression rather frantic for someone who didn’t have any classes left for the day.

“satan!” you called out to him, sliding to a stop just in front of him.

“MC?” the demon shifted to face you. panic was etched into his gaze, and he had to take a quick breath to calm himself before speaking again. “i’m just looking for something right now, i can meet you in the library after i’ve-”

“is it this?” the letter swayed as you held it out to him, the words clearly visible in it’s unfolded state.

satan acted fast, tearing it from your grasp as his expression changed into something that looked like fear. “where did you get this?” his voice was low, question sounding more like a demand.

“it was in my textbook,” you said as you struggled to catch your breath. “i think you might have put it in there by accident when you were helping me pack up earlier-”

the avatar of wrath turned away from you. “go home,” he snapped, crumpling the letter into a ball.

you took a careful step towards him. “what?”

“i said, go home.” satan trembled ever so slightly, his knuckles white as he dug his nails into his palms. “forget what you read, and don’t ever bring it up to me.”

“wait a minute, let’s talk about this.” you pleaded gently, but satan was stubborn.

without warning, his horns manifested from his head, and his tail became known as it whipped against the floor with a loud crack. “i’ve already embarrassed myself enough by letting you read something that was never supposed to be read by you. i don’t need you to reject me along with it.” he glared at you from over his shoulder, eyes glinting with anger, fear, and for a split second, sorrow. “get out of my sight.”

“would you just-!” satan began stalking away, but you refused to let this, or him, go. you lunged forward, your hand catching his wrist just before he got too far. satan attempted to pull his arm free, jerking it towards himself, but you held strong. you stumbled towards him, causing you to use his body as a pillow instead of smashing directly into the wall. “just listen to me!” you shouted now, glad that hallways were vacated of students at this time of day.

“why should i?!” his voice continued to grow louder as he took a step backwards.

“because i’m not going to reject you!” finally, satan held his tongue. his eyes flashed with doubt, but for a fraction of a second, there was hope as well. “satan,” you breathed his name softly, loosening your grip on his wrist. slowly, you slid your hand down, wrapping your fingers around his. “i really, really liked what you wrote.” you watched as his stare fell to your joined hands. “i wanted to ask about the letter because it wasn’t finished. i…” heat rushed to your cheeks now that you were realising what kind of conversation this was becoming. at some point, your heart had jumped up into your throat, beating so loud that you wondered if satan could hear it. “i want to know how the letter ends.”

the storm that raged in his gaze steadily calmed, clearing into the sea of emerald that you knew so well. “you do?” for once, satan spoke meekly. wrath was gone, replaced instead with a demon who had yet to find his place in this world.

“i do.” little by little, your free hand inched up to his face, hovering just below his chin. when satan made no move to push you away, you took the leap, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb over his cheek. “how does the letter end?”

satan made a choked sound. the way you treated him so gently was something he could never have imagined for himself. for someone like him, love was just a construct; it was an idea, meant to never fully appear in his lifetime. but here you were anyway, waiting to hear those three words that satan thought he would never get to say. “it ends with…” satan stopped to see your reaction, trying to make sure you weren’t doing this just to get him to calm down. but you remained steadfast, waiting until he was ready. “i love you.” the words tumbled out, the simple phrase stirring a barrage of emotions inside his already troubled soul.

“you know, if i wrote a letter to you, i’d end my letter with the same thing.”

“you would?”

“i would.”

satan stepped closer to you, his face close enough to yours that his breath fanned across your cheeks. he released a shaky breath, fingers tightening around you as he tried to process everything he was feeling.

“satan?” he didn’t say anything in return. instead, he cast you an expectant look; one made up of both fear and wonder. “i love you too.”

the tears fell silently, cascading down his cheeks and onto your hands. tenderly, you pulled his face even closer, smiling at him as you placed a kiss just below his eye. satan shuddered at the action, but he refused to move away. you did the same on the other side of his face, catching his teardrops before they fell to the floor. and when they stopped appearing, you leaned towards him again, lips slotting over his.

satan all but melted into you, affection as strong as his wrath beginning to sweep through him. your lips against his felt both like a tidal wave and an undisturbed lake. your love felt unconditional, unending. and although the situation was a bit chaotic, reckless, and just a bit overwhelming, satan wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

a/n: pls someone get the reference in the love letter pls pls

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 7 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁.⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( 미술 박람회 )

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 7 months

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𓈒 𓈒 ׄ ୨୧ *⠀𓈒 🔮 𓈒 ׄ ୨୧ *⠀𓈒 𓈒

➤ ꒰ @kdcrz ꒱. .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 8 months

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♡ Happy Janmashtami ♡

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 8 months

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Y/N: I can't believe we're stuck in this room together

Sanzu: *swallowing the key* truly unfortunate

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 8 months

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Kitabein

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 8 months

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i watched dnd: honour among thieves for the first time yesterday and it was so fun!! doric was my favourite so i just had to draw her! 💚🍂

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 8 months

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a reason to live

synopsis: bonten dads and soft moments with their families

characters: ran, rindou, kokonoi

warnings: nothing. this is disgustingly fluffy, all three are unhinged but this is canon, i said so.

genre: fluff fluff fluff

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part one (mikey, sanzu, kakucho)

ran:

you see your husband typing on his laptop with a very somber and serious expression, you hum to yourself before approaching him quietly, once you are near him. you can see the word “contract” written in big letters and that he was typing the terms and conditions for it.

when your husband took notice of you, he quietly exited the document he was working on. your brows raised before you took a small step back.

“confidential business?” ran only gives a curt nod and you nodded and turned to leave but not without pressing a kiss to his cheek. “i’ll make you some food.” ran hums in reply, his eyes intently tracking the words he was typing on his device.

it wasn’t unusual for ran to be officiating contracts between the organization, but it was a bit unusual for him to be doing it on his day off. you thought nothing of it as you fixed him a light snack to eat whilst doing work.

when you were done, you didn’t even manage to leave the kitchen before you saw a flash of purple holding a piece of paper, heading straight to where your daughter played with her dolls.

furrowing your brows and placing the plate of food down, you carefully followed your husband, stopping right before the door that was left ajar, you can hear ran talk in his business voice.

“as we can see, the terms and conditions of these contracts suggest a mutually beneficial agreement, wouldn’t you think so?” ran asks your toddler, who doesn’t even know how to read, but was enticed by her favorite character that was obviously placed in the document last minute.

“i agree.” ran answered her babbles, before taking out a pen and crossing a sentence from the page. “i personally do not recommend 25, i think 30 is more ideal, no?” with another mindless babble from his daughter he lets out a smile.

“i’m glad we’re on the same page. now, let’s settle this agreement.” ran says, adjusting the papers and taking out a black ink pad from his pocket.

“what is going on here?” you couldn’t help but enter the room, only to be let out a glare by your husband.

“would you mind? i am dealing with an important client. i’m trying to secure a deal.” he says before taking your toddler’s hand and pressing her tiny thumb face down onto the ink pad.

“a deal of what?” ran sighs before shaking his head and turning back to you.

“a mutual agreement that states that ms. haitani (d/n) shall not enter a romantic relationship until the age of 30. it used to be 25, however, my client has decided against this and changed the terms from 25 to 30, a smart decision if i do say so myself.”

“your client is about to suck her thumb with the ink.” you deadpan, ran immediately darted his hand to stop his child from consuming her ink-filled thumb.

once he secured her tiny hand in his gentle grip, he turned to you, “you should leave. this is a very confidential transaction.” “mama!” your toddler babbled, you smirked at the betrayed look ran sends your way.

“looks like she wants me to stay. don’t you, baby?” you ask, nuzzling your head into her small chest, blowing raspberries while doing so, causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles.

you were so caught up in giving your daughter affection that you didn’t notice ran pressing her thumb to where her name laid in the paper in printed capital letters.

your attention was only caught when you feel her arm being shook as ran looked back at her with a smirk.

“it was nice doing business with you, ms. haitani.” he says, showing you and your daughter the document that now contained your daughter’s thumb mark and your husband’s on the other side of the paper.

“objection, my client doesn’t know how to read!” “too late, the deal is already done!”

rindou:

rindou was bored out of his mind. mikey made all of the executives take a day off because he was aware that everyone needed a break sometime so this leads to rindou’s current predicament.

he was bored and you were preparing lunch. god knows what you would do if rindou enters and tries to disrupt you. he remembers how he tried replicating a cute couple moment where he tried to help you with the food only to have take-out when you were still dating, rindou laughs as he thinks about it. he places his arm on his forehead, body leaned back into the couch as he closes his eyes, deciding on taking a nap to pass the time.

he’s already done with helping you with the chores, done finishing the levels of his video game and done with thinking of what to do.

a mindless babble breaks his trainthought of nostalgia, rindou peers his lilac eyes to see a carbon copy staring back at him.

“hey, bud.” rindou cooed, bending from his position, scooping his son in his arms and cuddling him closer to his chest. “you wanna play with daddy?” he asked rhetorically, knowing his child can’t answer him.

“yeah, of course you do.” he smiles, playing with his arms as if he were a robot. a light bulb suddenly went off in rindou’s head as he smirks and stands up, grip protectively on his child.

you were blissfully unaware of whatever antics your husband was up to as you stirred the pot for dinner. to say you were shocked as you felt a dull hit on your head was an understatement. your head whipped so fast that you almost hit your baby with the spoon you were holding.

“oh no, the big bad boss noticed, abort, abort!” rindou said in a faux baby voice as he swerves your baby in the air, one of his hands securing the bottom of your baby and the other holding his arms, making your baby move the way he wanted.

“rindou, what the fu–” “whoosh.” you were cut off with rindou making your baby throw a soft punch to your mouth.

“achievement unlocked: stopping the boss monster from saying a bad word.” rindou says in a narrator-like voice.

you lower the heat from the stove with one hand, softly gripping your baby’s hand to prevent your husband from attacking blindly with the other.

“daddy’s bored. you were being mean to him today by ignoring him.” rindou said, raising the baby up to his face to hide and moving the baby slightly to make it seem like your son was the one talking.

you snorted at the unbelievable behavior your husband was showcasing. you were about to cup his cheek but rindou swooped him as if he were flying out of the way like some superhero in an action movie.

you quickly caught on to what your husband was trying to do.

“rindou, stop playing with him like an action figure, that is a literal child!” the next thing you knew, a marshmallow was thrown at your face. “(s/n) new superhero skill!” rindou narrated and you can feel a vein in your forehead as rindou stifled his laugh with his baby’s fist, another marshmallow was clenched tightly onto his tiny fist.

where in the hell did they get the marshmallows? probably from the pantry but that wasn’t the point!

“oh no, the enemy is advancing, calling back-up, i repeat, calling back-up!” rindou let you come closer to him, picking up your child and setting him down on his high chair by the dinner table.

“back up is here.” rindou said, smirking at the glare you’re sending his way.

“why are you like this?” you ask as rindou leans down to place a peck on your nose. “you weren’t giving me attention.” “so you decided to use our son as a toy?”

“what else was i supposed to do?” you closed your eyes, trying to make sense of the situation rindou made.

“you’re weird.” “you married this weirdo, you’re just as weird.” rindou teased before cupping your chin and directing you towards the head of the table where your son sat, staring at the both of you as he gnawed on the wrong side of his teething toy.

“and we also made another weirdo, so… this is your fault.” “how is this my fault?!” rindou laughs before wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a small kiss on your neck.

“babe… do you smell something burning?” “rindou, you idiot, the food!”

kokonoi:

kokonoi purses his lip as he debates on the periwinkle or the pink overalls on either side of his hands, a conflicted look on his face as he keeps raising the articles of clothing on top of his squirming baby girl.

“the periwinkle brings out your gorgeous eyes but the pink is adorable. hm.” kokonoi switches the article of clothing every five seconds, trying to decide but he thought both looked adorable on his baby so it was hard.

“wifey!” kokonoi calls out, you reply in a distance, your husband calls you over to where he was standing and you do so after groaning.

a gasp of delight escapes you as you see the adorable articles of clothing on either side of his arms.

“haji, those are adorable.” you cooed as you felt the soft fabric of the new clothes he bought your daughter. kokonoi bit back a proud smirk before he shook his head.

“i need you to help me decide on what our baby girl will wear.” your husband says, you raise a brow at him.

“i wasn’t informed that you were leaving today?” “it’s a surprise business deal.” he replied nonchalantly, your eyes widened. you knew that kokonoi has always been proud of his child but you thought it was too early for her to be in the business, your daughter was barely three!

“hajime…” “it’s not bonten related, i promise.” he assures you before scooping his daughter from the crib.

kokonoi looks at you as your daughter reaches to you immediately, “oi, i’m holding you now and you still look for mommy? you’re breaking my heart, princess.” kokonoi says, bouncing the toddler on his waist, you laughed softly at the bitter look kokonoi sends you.

“the periwinkle one.” you say, “huh?” “i think the periwinkle one will suit her better.” you say as you walked over to her accessory drawer to retrieve a small bonnet that matches the color of her overalls.

“have her wear this, it’s cold.” you say, fixing the accessory gently on your daughter’s head.

“can you dress her? i’m going to get dressed as well.” you tilted your head in confusion.

“sure? but what is your meeting about and why do you need (d/n) to come along?” kokonoi only shakes his head.

“don’t worry about it, love. we’re just going to buy mcdonalds.” you hum, not thinking too much about his words. “that’s an awfully unprofessional business meeting?” you questioned but began dressing your giggly daughter.

“can you get me something on the way home? i’m too lazy to cook.” kokonoi sighs from behind you, making you pause in your movements. “‘hun, no. you’re misunderstanding.”

“huh?” “we’re going to buy mcdonalds.” “i know? that’s why i’m asking you to get me something… you already know my order– kokonoi hajime! we’re not buying a fast food corporation!” you wanted to facepalm at the slow time it took you to realize the double meaning behind your husband’s words.

“hajime, you know that we’re not going to do anything with that.” “but our princess kept saying mcdonalds, sweetie you know it’s hard to say no to her.” you scoffed. “i think she meant the food, not the corporation.” you rolled your eyes.

“so is that a no,” “of course it’s a no!” you say as you finish dressing up your daughter.

“but she looks so cute with the new clothes.” you cooed as she nibbled on the end of her bonnet.

“get dressed.” “huh?” kokonoi grins at you. “well since you won’t let me buy you mcdonalds–” “we have an insanely different view of what ‘buying mcdonalds’ is, haji.” kokonoi waves off your argument.

“let’s eat out, how about that? just a very fashionable family eating out, doesn’t that sound so cute?” you hum in contemplation as you looked back at your daughter who was trying to reach out to you.

“do we have to match outfits?” “of course we do.”

“yeah, let’s do it.”

note: i had too much fun writing rindou's if you couldn't tell,, anyway, here's part two! i hope you all enjoyed <;33

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leeknowbuttsmasher · 8 months

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THIS IS SO CUTE OMG

"You better die after me"

Characters: Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani and Sanzu Haruchiyo.

MASTERLIST | Open Requests!

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Ran Haitani

"You better die after me" Ran says suddenly, watching Y/n make their lunch.

"What are you talking about silly?" Y/n says laughing.

"I know I'm kind of stupid sometimes-"

"Sometimes?" Y/n interrupts Ran, causing him to snort, and pull her onto her lap.

"I need you to know I mean it when I say I'm not going to live a life without you in it." Ran says kissing Y/n's cheek.

"Rindou wouldn't like to hear that."

"Oh come on, you know he likes you more than me." Ran says making Y/n laugh.

He watches her smile with hearts in her eyes.

"Please let me die first."

"Alright, stop saying those things Ran!

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Rindou Haitani

"Woman!" Rindou says entering their shared room.

"What was Haitani Two?" Y/n responds without looking at her husband, still making the bed.

"You better-" He stopped as soon as he understood what she had said. "What did you call me?"

"Haitani two" Y/n says smiling innocently at husband.

"For the sake of our marriage, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"Right, and why did you look so angry?"

"Oh right...You better die after me!"

"Than you -" Rindou interrupts his wife holding her face and kissing her nose.

"I couldn't bear to see you go, so obey my order, and don't die before me!" Before his wife can answer, Rindou kisses her mouth.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo

"Where is your lady, Sanzu?" Ran asks teasing Sanzu.

Yes, he knows that the best way to tease this maniac is by talking about his lady.

"She's home, safe at home." Sanzu responds without looking at Ran.

"How are you so sure she's safe?" Rindou says, making Sanzu look at him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sanzu gets up, facing Rindou.

"Calm down Sanzu, they're just being idiots." Kakucho says rolling his eyes.

The Haitani brothers laugh and go back to talking normally, but Sanzu can't stop thinking about what Rindou said.

He steps away from the group and, with trembling hands, dials his number, which he has memorized.

"Come on, fuck, pick up, please." he says as he hears it call three times.

"Hi love"

Sanzu closes his eyes relieved to hear his girlfriend's voice.

"Damn it, for the good of society You better die after me."

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#AAAAAAAAAAAAA

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