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garoujo · 2 years
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— 「 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 | 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 」
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feat : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeous, beelzebub + belphegor.
warnings : f. reader, some slight exhibitionism but it’s mostly just pda, needy brothers, teasing, slight grinding/dry humping and groping.
note : i couldn’t get this out of my head at like 3am so i had to write it down so i could actually sleep sob ;-;
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୪ LUCIFER
— you’d picked up on his tell tale signs pretty quickly, but unfortunately so had his brothers. it was obvious in the way his long fingers seemed to suddenly linger on your skin, a deep-seated desire compelling him to suddenly not be able to take his hands or eyes off you, pulling a few sniggers from his younger brothers when you both a share a long, obvious look and you know what he wants.
it’s painfully obvious the way that lucifer’s eyes seem to lower when you enter the room, he’s sunk into his chair—his head propped up by his palm as his dark gaze drags along your figure and he feels his body burn at the sight of you. “long day?” you sigh and the eldest demon almost jumps, collecting himself before he clears his throat and reaches his free hand to fix his messy hair. you murmur his name, voice like a dreamy hum from a drunken prayer and he feels his cock throb with a familiar need, like it’s drawn in by the sound. “come here.” he breathes, and you cross the room while his heavy eyes stay locked on you, until you’re close enough for his fingers to reach for you—wrap gently around your wrist to prompt you to lean closer, and he feels you shiver under his touch before his neck flares hot and you close the distance, enough for his lips to graze along your cheek. “can ya both get a room, you’re bein’ gross!” mammon calls from his place on the couch, pulling you both from your haze and lucifer shoots him a warning glare to shut him up before his attention is on you once more. “let’s continue this in my room.”
୪ MAMMON
— it was difficult for mammon to keep his hands off you at the best of times but even more so when he was needy (which was also most of the time). his mood always obvious in the way he seems to stick close to your side, drunken giggles leaving his lips as he drops kisses along your cheeks and jawline—pulling you against him as his hands follow the path of your curves and he’s deliberately pressing his cock against your side, in the hopes you pick up his obvious hints through his breathless whines of “cmon, i need ya—t-to see somethin’, c-can ya just follow me already.”
you were alone as you stood in the kitchen, tapping through your DDD while you stood against the counter, leaning over the marble before you hear a familiar huff from behind you. “there ya are, been lookin’ for ya.” mammon hums and with the way your back is facing him you don’t notice the way his eyes drag along your figure with undisguised desire, hot and undeniable, making him swallow heavily as his cheeks tint pink. “you found me.” you giggle, peering back at him and he grumbles something under his breath before he’s pressing himself against you. “what ya doin’ anyway, ya should be entertainin’ me instead ya know.” he mumbles, blinking down at your DDD from over your shoulder and you drape your head back in luxury when you feel his toned chest against your back, almost caging you against the counter and just the feeling of having you close has his cock twitching in his jeans as he burns hot. from how close mammon is you can hear the way his breathing becomes increasingly more shallow, his hands smoothing over the skin of your hips until he’s pulling you closer—his hips involuntarily rolling into yours and you can feel how hard he is, the sudden friction making his mind spin as he bites back a groan. “shit—d’ya wanna go s-somewhere else, just c-cause ya obviously can’t keep your hands off me, just don’t want anyone gettin’ jealous if they see ya feelin’ me up. j-just come on, already, would ya?”
୪ LEVIATHAN
— it was always extremely obvious whenever levi needed you, the blush on his cheeks never leaving his face as he found it harder and harder to concentrate on whatever he was supposed to be doing. it was probably one of the only time he even let him concentration slip while gaming because he’d much rather focus on you instead.
“levi? hellooooo?” you hum from your place on your boyfriends bed, raising a brow at the purple haired demon as he snaps from his daydream and he suddenly feels too warm. “w-what is it? i was j-just thinking about strategies, okay—that’s all it was, uh—anyway,” levi fumbles, clearing his throat a little awkwardly as if you can’t see the way he’s flushed to his chest, his fingers almost breaking the controller under his strong touch as he tries to get comfortable, trying and failing to ignore the way his cock is straining against his sweats. “are you okay?” you hum, voice like honey and it makes his heart pound, inching yourself across the bed, closer to him, and his chest jumps with an inhale when your thigh grazes along his, his blush stinging his skin as his hands squeeze even tighter around the controller and the sound of his character taking even more damage echoes through the room as he inhales sharply. “heh—it’s nothing! it’s n-nothing, do you want to d-do something else for a bit, i need a—uh, break!”
୪ SATAN
— satan thought he was more discreet than he actually was but there was always a certain air that surrounded him when he was needy, something obvious in the way his eyes would drop and you’d be able to see his jaw clench, a smirk stretching his lips as he leans in closer, tries to gather you close to him as his lustful gaze lazes over you so casually, like he’s studying you.
“having fun?” satan hums as he enters the dining room, finding you with beel as the younger demons stuff his face, only offering his older brother a gruff hum in greeting before his attention is back on his food. you can tell immediately when you turn to look at him, feeling his presence approach you, the look he sends you in return stealing your words as he murmurs your name through a raspy sound, clenches his jaw when he looks at you again, eyes dropped and heavy. he’s entranced when he looks at you, truly, and he swallows at how alluring you seem to be whenever you do anything. “are you free right now?” satan grunts and you gulp before standing from your seat, feeling the familiar warmth from his fingers a few moments later as they rest against your jaw—keeping your eyes trained on his while his thumb moves to stroke along your lips, like a wordless plea “i-i need to talk to you about, something.” his tone wavering slightly as a dusting of pink decorates his cheekbones.
୪ ASMODEOUS
— if anyone wasn’t discreet it would be asmo, he has no shame in telling you exactly how much he wants you, needs you. but sometimes he likes to tease you a little more, he finds it more intimate and rewarding when he whispers his thoughts against your skin between kisses, sighing softly in an attempt to convince you to let him drag you away to his room no matter what you’re doing, but he’ll make sure you end up just as needy as he is before he does.
“you’re looking just as adorable as ever this morning.” asmo hums as he meets you in the hall, skipping over to you with his usual teasing smile on his lips. “i do too, ofcourse—wouldn’t you agree? infact, how about you show me that you agree instead, hm?” he giggles and you can’t help but laugh, the sound making something sizzle in his stomach before he pulls you in for a hug, making sure to keep you held against his for a few moments longer than he normally would as you feel his lips against your skin. asmo’s skin feels hot but his smirk remains when he begins dropping a few kisses along the dip of your shoulder, deliberately leaving featherlight touches against the spots that have you wriggling against him with want, likes he’s proving how well he knows your body. “what’s wrong? did seeing me get you riled up? you want me to take care of you?” he breathes, his words whispered low against the skin of your neck and you want to roll your eyes at how annoying he is, but when you feel him pinch at another one or your sweet spots you can’t help but whimper, pulling an almost pleased moan from the brother against you. “i knew it! you just want some attention, well let me give you more—“
୪ BEELZEBUB
— there wasn’t many things that beel felt as strongly as he did hunger, except when it came to you, need came pretty close and it was almost primal whenever it took over him. feeling him press his solid body against yours, almost grinding his hips against your as he shamelessly pants against your skin, his cheeks warm when he looks at you, violet eyes heavy with want and cock twitching against his sweats.
it was common for you and beel to make trips to the kitchen together, you normally keeping him company while he emptied the contents of the fridge but he seemed different tonight—he was quieter and you’d caught him stealing glances over his shoulder at you more often that you could count. “are you finished?” you hum when you watch him approach you, chest broad and puffed before he’s groaning, deep and languid and it echoes somewhere deep in his chest when he presses himself against you, letting his lips rest against your cheek as his eyes close at the contact. “want something else.” beel grunts, something carnal boiling in his stomach when he looks at you, feels the warmth of your body against his until he’s almost panting against you, his primitive instincts making it seem like the room is spinning. “and what do you want?” you hum, even though the way his cock is hard and straining against your thigh through his pants makes it painfully obviously what he wants, but you ask anyway just to hear another deep groan sound from his lips as he grinds himself against you once more. “you look tasty.”
୪ BELPHEGOR
— you had learned his signs pretty quickly, he was discreet in his hints, well to others atleast because they were always so obvious to you. always seeming to feel him nudge a little closer when he sat next to you, hiding everything behind a veil of him being ‘sleepy’ as if you can’t feel his fingers tracing shapes along the inside of your thighs.
you offer the youngest brother a gentle smile when you feel him slide onto the couch next to you, his chin resting lazily onto the palm of his hand as he props himself up against the arm to shoot you a drowsy grin. “are you sleepy?” you mumble, the question like a whisper as you turn to face belphie before he nods slowly and rests his head against your shoulder, and you’re quick to notice the sudden heat of his palm against your thigh that follows. “a little.” he finally replies, squeezing at your skin a little teasingly after his words, and you want to squirm, but you know it’ll draw the attention of the other brothers who are too busy bickering over something mammon did, so instead you find yourself inhaling deep, feeling his fingertips trace their way higher before they return to their place with an almost proud tap against your skin after. you murmur his name, it’s dreamy and breathless when his fingers make their way higher once more and his palm suddenly feels clammier, causing the younger demon to grumble before his hand leaves your skin. “you guys are too loud, we’re gonna go nap in my room.”
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frobby · 1 month
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what is more homoerotic than the fact that rin and bon would have both literally died at birth if the other didn't exist
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satanachia666 · 1 year
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Satanachia’s Demonic Correspondences
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Satanachia’s Demonic Correspondences & Other Information
*The information listed below derives from research and personal gnosis both verified and unverified. Satanachia is my patron demon, so I’ve included what information I’ve learned in the process of working with him/her/them.
Demon Name: Satanachia
Rank in Hell: Grand General
Seal: The Dukante Seal pictured above (credit: S. Connolly)
Gender: I perceive Satanachia as having feminine, masculine, and non-binary aspects. I use she/her, he/him, and they/them pronouns for Satanachia depending on which aspect he/she/they connect to me through.
Planets: Primarily Moon, Venus, Saturn, but Satanachia specializes in planetary magic in general. Therefore, it’s possible to call upon Satanachia to strengthen your connection to any planet.
Colors: Blue, purple, pink, red, black
Directions: North, West
Domains: Hell, the sky, water, the earth
Rules Over: Love, lust, warfare, strategy, witchcraft, planetary magic, water, protection (especially the protection of women, femmes, and people with a uterus), feminism, women’s rights, trans rights, justice, revenge, cursing, binding, protection from predators, punishing predators, polyamory, improving relationships, friendship, sexuality, genderfluidity, lunar energies, creativity, poetry, healing, healing your inner-child, all inner-child work, shadow work, stars, astral projection, astral weaponry, psychic powers, traveling, sensitivity, divination, spirit communication, self-confidence, self-esteem, self-empowerment, self-love, intoxication, ecstatic workings, rebellion, freedom, cold, snow
Numbers: 3, 6, 7, 9, 18
Symbols: Their seal as pictures above, any kind of moon or planetary symbol, pentagram
Herbs & Incense: Lemongrass, rose, patchouli, cinnamon, opium
Gemstones: Moonstone, rose quartz, garnet, bloodstone, onyx, opalite, pearl, clear quartz
Animals: Birds of prey, bats, butterflies, cats
Offerings: Blood (regular blood or menstrual blood), sexual fluids, hair, nail clippings, flowers, rose petals, rose tea, anything with lemon in it, lemongrass, patchouli, wine or liquor, art, poetry, music, pink + red + black tea light candles, weed, anything involving the moon or planets, an attractive makeup look or outfit
Story: According to The Grimorium Verum, Satanachia rules over 45 or 54 demons. Four of these demons are his/her/their chiefs: Sergutthy, Heramael, Trimasael, and Sustugriel. Although The Grimorium Verum dismisses Satanachia’s other spirit connections as being “of no great consequence,” I’ve found this assertion to be false. I’ve found Satanachia to be highly connected to planetary energies, stars, and nature spirits. I’ve also found that Satanachia is heavily aligned with spirits who watch over and protect women and transgender people. As you work with this demon, you, too, will discover new spirit alliances that relate to him/her/them and your own spirit allies as well.
Satanachia is often conflated with Chía, a triple moon goddess from the Muisca civilization/culture in the region that is now known as Colombia. The Muisca community is indigenous, which means it’s not good for non-Muisca individuals to conflate Satanachia with Chía. While the two overlap in certain ways (such as a shared focus on feminism and the moon), they are ultimately different beings. Therefore, I do not recommend using the same practices that the Muisca used to connect with Chía for the purpose of connecting with Satanachia.
Satanachia is my patron demon, and he/she/they are an excellent teacher. He/she/they are not only forward and truthful with information, but patient with its delivery and your ability to receive/understand said information. Plus, he/she/they are highly approachable. Satanachia prefers connecting with you in ways that are meaningful as well as unique to you. If you’re looking for a demonic guide who will work at your own pace and help you grow without being harsh, consider working with Satanachia. Satanachia has mastery over the realm of water and emotions, which makes him/her/them an incredible ally for inner-child work, shadow work, and all work related to recovering from trauma. As the Grand General of Hell, Satanachia is a fierce protector who can help you seek justice. On the other side of Satanachia’s duality is the fact that he/she/they possess immeasurable softness, tenderness, sensitivity, and the ability to be gentle while also being straightforward and assertive. Furthermore, based on my experience, Satanachia strives to protect these “soft” traits in the people he/she/they hold dear. These attributes make Satanachia an ideal demon for work related to love, lust, beauty, intimacy, and relationships.
Rituals Dedicated to Satanachia (Written by Pearl Satanchia / Me)
🚿 Satanachia’s Shower Spell for Cleansing and Protection
🌕 Satanachia’s Full Moon Ritual
💖 Satanachia’s Venus Empowerment Ritual
I hope all of this information helps you connect with Satanachia! 🤘
🌕 Pearl Satanachia  🌕
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ushitoshiii · 4 months
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Not the solomon seals again 💔💔
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bowieisawizard · 2 months
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Baby sleeping 🤝 sleeping baby
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doodlboy · 11 months
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Demon El doodle dump!🩷✨️
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talentforlying · 7 months
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took me a while and now i desperately need sleep, but the condensed timeline of major events in constantine's life is up and attached to the about page! please mind the trigger warnings if you dive in.
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aria0fgold · 23 days
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Too tired to draw Lulu's other hand so I'm gonna start talking bout him instead and truth be told, I got... barely anything... (im sorry lulu i... i have a favourite. its alec and ray.) But I got ideas bout his species though so that's something!
Lucifer is a Seraph! In my original universe, Gods are assigned at least 1 Seraphim. The first God that Lucifer served was a God of Humanity (i think... its been a looong while since i last thought bout my og universe), he worked alongside Metatron and was tasked with the passage of souls, Metatron was tasked with the lists of souls, like a book containing names with life expentacies and stuff. Basically Lucifer handled fieldwork and Metatron handled paperwork.
And then shit happened, Lucifer was about to be demoted from Seraph to Angel cuz of gestures vaguely Stuff. But instead got a different punishment in that he'll still be a Seraph, but gets assigned to Satan, which got turned into a God of Hell cuz of the same Stuff. And... I think I got horribly derailed here in what I was supposed to talk bout initially...
ANYWAY SERAPHIM!!! The Seraphim in my og universe have their Actual Form (which is very creechurr of em) and a humanoid form they can change however they like. That same humanoid form also gets changed once they're assigned to a god in that, they change form based on what the god's perception of em are. It could be close to how they chose to look, or far from it and most seraphim chooses to stay in that form as a sign of loyalty. Their Actual Forms can't be changed though, and it also can't be brought into the human realm cuz it'll be dangerous to practically anyone close by who won't be able to handle the pressure of it. It's also really huge.
So my Seraphim's Actual Forms are in a special pocket dimension called an Ephraim (i think..? i forgor... its written in my notes smwhr tho) in which they and the god they're assigned to are the only ones that can enter it. (am drawing lulu's humanoid form. ill try to draw his actual one someday. i got ideas for it. is a monstrosity, affectionately). Annnddd... I think that's all I got rn.
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cleumoo · 5 months
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Oh they took out levi's bath and already put along with beelz' and his bloodshed units in the standard banner
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a-hazbin-spider · 4 months
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Snort! Is that laughter? Yep. And the sound of something being lit up.
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“Ho-holy shit. Happy Hanukkah good bitches of th’ strip mall. Got a lil gift f’ya actually
Cope~.”
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calamitydaze · 1 year
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i didnt expect the shift with mr beast to happen for another like 5 years tbh, idk why, i kind of thought it would come from an old disgruntled employee, but this gradual disillusionment is probably better for actually discussing issues, rather than a twitter bloodbath i guess
forever glad the dteam decided to stick with florida tbh
me too, on both counts! he seemed on top of the world (and really he still is, a few 100k tweets won’t change his view numbers) so him falling out of favor wasn’t on my radar for a good while yet. i don’t think he’s going anywhere anytime soon, and twitter discourse probably isn’t going to make a meaningful effect in how he presents himself. but if it pushes back against the general mr-beast-ification of youtube that’s been happening then i think it’s worthwhile :P
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garoujo · 2 years
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— 「 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 | 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 」
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feat : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeous, beelzebub + belphegor.
warnings : f. reader, breeding, cockwarming, kind of possessive but not toxic, accidental confessions, sex with feelings, fwb to lovers, pussy job in levi’s.
note : this is like my favourite trope of all time so they got a little longer than i’d normally do i’m sorry :,)
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୪ LUCIFER
— the idea was something he’d never really thought about, he was a busy person, but the feelings he’d developed since the beginning of your arrangement were new to him, especially to be feeling them towards a human. he just grew to enjoy your company, not realising that his attachment was growing with it as he gradually became a little more lovesick.
“h-how do you feel so good, every time?” lucifer breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice when he draws his hips back, his hands massaging your waist almost soothingly as he feels your tight walls stretch around him. it’s just as slow when he sinks back into you, rolling his hips forward into yours and you watch his lips part, a breathy whine falling from them as he blinks down at you. “f-fuck.” the eldest brother hisses, feeling your pussy flex around his sensitive cock once more and you mumble something affirming back—something that has a gruff curse falling from the dark-haired demon’s lips when he begins a steady pace. your hands grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, but you pull him closer in the process, watching him lean down to hover just over you—his hair messy and unkempt as it hangs over his face, framing the blush on his cheeks perfectly. you whimper at how good he fills you, your eyes closing in bliss and for a moment you feel his hips stutter when he sucks in a breath, you look pretty, lucifer thinks to himself. his hips jolt forward, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure, needy moans of his name falling from your lips and his head dips towards you, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek and his cock twitches when you look up at him again. “f-feels good, lucifer.” and he rocks his body into yours again, because his name has never sounded better.
୪ MAMMON
— mammon felt a lot, he thought he could do it, just agreed because he wanted to be closer to you and being able to have any sort of relationship with you was good enough for him. it was just sex, but when your pussy felt like it was made just for him he couldn’t help the feelings that came along with it, the ones he thought he could ignore—the ones that followed the late nights and the impromptu visits that became more frequent when he started missing you, he needed you, and he was terrible at hiding it.
“goddamn, t-that’s it, baby—look at me, ya feel s-so good.” mammon groans from above you, holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he sinks his cock into your doughy cunt with another heavy thrust. his hands are grabbing tightly at your hips, keeping you in position as he begins an almost brutal pace, his brows creasing from the overwhelming pleasure. your body feels like it was made for him and the chemistry between you both itself was undeniable, his brothers constantly commenting on the tension between you both as they joked about how smitten with you the second eldest was as he stumbled over excuses. “i wanna be the only one who gets to see ya l-like this, so pretty. i’ll make ya f-feel better than anyone else ever could—shit” mammon grunts, pulling back only to pull you in for a feverish kiss, eagerly, without care while lewd whispers of how tight and perfect you are leave his lips as your cunt continues to squeeze him, feeling him grin against your lips before he wraps you in his strong hold. the silver haired demon exhales shakily, “you make me feel so g-good, mammon.” you sigh and your praise cuts him deep as his pace quickens, feeling you grip the back of his neck to help him hitch your hips impossibly closer to his and he trembles over you. he’s so lost in you—his mind feels foggy, focusing on the needy push and pull of your body and he murmurs your name, grits his teeth, can barely keep his eyes open but he cant look away, not from you when he feels his orgasm suddenly wash over his body just as your walls twitch around him. “f-fuck, baby—shit, i-i love ya, ya know that right? hnghhh—how d’ya expect me t-to resist ya.” a confession slipping from mammon’s lips in a sudden moment of tenderness has his eyes widening in horror as he fucks his load into your cunt, but when he feels you grab him tighter in response—he knows you’ll be okay.
୪ LEVIATHAN
— you’d caught him off guard with the question, ofcourse he’d catch feelings for you, they were there already. he just wanted to be closer to you, and now he felt like he was the main protagonist in some romance manga and now he understood why they couldn’t just confess to their crush, because what if it meant he never got to hear how much better his name sounds from your lips again.
“are you okay, levi?” you whisper and keen, peering at him from where your forehead is against his while levi’s thighs quiver below you at the languid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap. “hnghh—huh, i-it’s nothing! it’s nothing, d-don’t stop, please—“ you’re intoxicating, the feeling of your body against his, your pussy feels like silk as you roll your puffy folds along his cock, his swollen cockhead catching under the hood of your clit as you both twitch and sigh. he looks at you, flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and his mind is so full with conflicting emotions—all while he’s mindlessly helping you rock back and forth along the length of him, feeling you press slow, soft kisses along his cheeks and his lips part to allow another whimper to slip through with a lewd swirl of your hips. “p-please, don’t stop—“ levi grunts, gripping your hips tightly as you continue to grind yourself against him and he feels like he can barely think, he loves how it feels to push against you, he could spend every day like this, watching you thrust and glide your pussy across the length of his cock—he’s in heaven, so much so, he doesn’t realise his hand has moved to intertwine with yours until you give his a reassuring squeeze when he swallows—a little awkwardly at first, the blush across his cheeks darkening before he gathers you even closer, grunting with each greedy swirl of your clit across the intense, sensitive nerves of his cock. “i—i really l-like you—uh, w-when you do that! yeah, when you do that.”
୪ SATAN
— you’d just never really addressed what you both were—you visited his room, fucked him and normally left but it all changed when you fell asleep in his lap one day as his hands traced featherlight touches down your figure, and when he realised he’d been smiling to himself as you slept—he knew he was in trouble.
“s-satan!” you mumble, arching your back to press your chest closer to his, your cunt flexing around his pretty cock when you feel him push deeper, pulling a pleasured hiss from the man beneath you as his jaw clenches, watching him sink back into his chair—the book he was reading long forgotten in favour of his fingers sinking into your hips instead. “it feel good? nghhh—you truly are something else.” satan grunts, his voice low and smooth and the tone has your back curling, something intimate in the way his hips are rolling against yours—your body so ready for the pleasure that you know only he can give you. “feels s-so good.” you babble back and your mind is too cloudy to notice the almost proud smile on the blonde brothers face before he groans, his hands smoothing along the shape of your hips—appreciating every part of you. “let me l-look at you.” he hums, thrusting into you again, his pace a little rougher this time as the sound of skin slapping picks up and he pulls you against his chest more, his fingers curling along your jaw before he curses roughly, fucking into you with practiced thrusts that have you keening. you’re vaguely aware of what’s going on, satan’s cock is smoothing along all of your sweet spots but you don’t expect to feel his lips press against yours softly, a contrast to how ruthlessly he’s fucking into you—this is gentle, feeling his fingers smooth along the side of your cheek before he pulls away just as quickly, mumbling a few praises under his breath and he looks at you, a rush of warmth in his veins due to the fluttering pull of your pussy and the ghost of a grin on his lips “s-so beautiful.”
୪ ASMODEOUS
— the fact he couldn’t do it surprised even him, he was the avatar of lust after all but there was just something about you. something that had him craving you beneath him, to shower you in the praises that fell from his lips and rolled down the curves of your body until he was the only thing on your mind, he craved you.
“oh—you’re so cute. does that feel good?” asmo hums, he really likes the way you look below him, watching you whimper and keen as he feels the saccharine rub of his skin against yours, he feels delirious at your touch—lost in an intense haze of messy kisses and moans as he fucks into you, his hands wandering and squeezing before his palm rests against your cheek. every grind on his hips against yours is teasing, drawing his hips back before he’s rolling them back into yours just as slowly, the head of his pretty cock pushing on something just a little too deep inside of you that’s warm and pleasantly achy and you twitch around him, pulling a dreamy whine from the man above you as he taps his fingers on your cheek, urging you to meet his narrowed, lustful gaze as his lips curl into a smile. “look at you, so needy, you’re even more adorable like this—you feel so good.” asmo always knew your body so well, he was so hypnotised by you, like every move you made below him was enchanting as his free hand trails it’s way between you both, slowly rolling your clit under the pad of his fingers and you cast him a starry eyed glance before he kisses you, and it feels like he’s been shot with a cupids arrow when he emphasises it with another slow roll of his hips, his voice becoming more breathless as he admires you, drunk on sizzling pleasure as your pussy flexes around him again. “i’ll take care of you, just keep your eyes on me, okay? i’m all yours after all.”
୪ BEELZEBUB
— he didn’t really understand the whole agreement. he was just excited he was finally going to be able to fuck you, it felt good and he got to stay to eat with you after so he was happy. you’d became important to him, so he just assumed that you both were dating—always ending up a little confused when you denied any questions from his brother, because isn’t this what couples do? 
“fuck—feels s-so good. you look delicious.” beel grunts from his place facing you, pinning you to the wall with his chest as he fucks into your cunt—your mind foggy from how tightly you’re stretched around his fat cock and his eyes focus on the way you suck him back in, your walls rewarding the delicious stretch by twitching around the blunt head. he groans, the vibrations of his tone rumbling in his chest and you feel tears in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, meeting beel’s gaze only to catch him already looking at you with parted lips and pink cheeks. “you’re so cute, hmph—feel like another p-part of me is full when you’re here.“ he exhales shakily, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours while his fingernails dig into your hips to pull you closer, and he grits his teeth as he dumbly pistons his cock into your cunt, his hips driving into yours ruthlessly. he’s fucked out, his violet gaze is hazy and his red hair is wet with sweat as it hangs messy over his forehead, but it frames his face in a way that has you arching against him. beel’s heavy body is so close, pushing you even harder against the wall, fucking every coherent thought out of your mind that isn’t him or his cock and you feel his fat head kiss every part of your insides when his pace grows messy, his hips bucking almost wildly into you and he growls, audible moans of your name falling from his lips mixed with needy grumbles. “g-gonna cum, does it feel good? fuck, nggghh—will you s-stay after this time? don’t wanna s-stop—need more.”
୪ BELPHEGOR
— it wasn’t something you had expected to happen honestly, it just kind of happened naturally in the time you both spent together, napping turning into more than that whenever he came over. only realising when he had to feel his heart race every time he heard a familiar knock on his bedroom door, hoping you don’t see the ghost of a smile on his lips when he reaches to open it knowing you’re on the other side.
you tremble from your place underneath belphe, your body still coming down from your orgasm as the youngest of the brothers groans against your neck, a string of barely audible curses falling from his lips as his cock thickens and throbs inside of you. you shudder when you feel him sink his cock back into your twitching walls, his hips grinding against yours as lewd squelching noises fill the room, a mixture of both your orgasms dripping from the place between you both, soaking the sheets beneath you. “ughhh—feels g-good, so tight.” belphe breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice and your mind is too hazy to acknowledge the soft kiss he places on your skin as he finally comes down from his high, plopping his weight on you before rolling onto his side, his cock beginning to soften inside of you. you try to catch your breath, shuffling to blink up at the male but your eyes widen when his arms move quickly to pull you against his chest instead—it feels more intimate this time, and maybe it’s the post orgasm haze that has you nuzzling into him. “belphe? you awake?” you ask, your voice a quiet whisper followed by a huff when you’re met with only silence in response and belphe’s soft breathing, assuming he must’ve fell asleep. but he’s awake—with a softer sort of smile on his lips while the exhaustion in your body has you falling asleep against him quickly, not realising this was belphe’s plan b when he got too nervous to ask you to stay.
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when i saw the deltarune gif on here i thought to myself wow….. because ive been obsessing over the game so much lately
and because i love both jtta and deltarune (and assuming you played it?) how would ik’s life be if she grew up in hometown surrounded by silly monsters and (1) other silly human™️
also how do you think the other jtta characters would react to hometown and the dark world
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ooo well, we don't know a lot about humanity's status in deltarune, so there's a possibility that that would be a source for an angsty backstory, but also i enjoy the idea of ik just having a very whimsical childhood in hometown instead... so instead she's just like, kris's neighbour
they know next to nothing about where ik came from, but they have fun hanging out together and microwaving things they're not supposed to so it's alll good. ik and susie (my beloved)..... they'd have a sorta similar friendship to ik and mammon i think
also, this is a deviation from your question, but what if the devildom was a dark world instead? logically it'd probably be in the church, but i think it'd be funny if it was in sans's grocery store. it's got a biblical theme because the church npc left a bible-equivalent in there or something
the demons are all items in the grocery store (not necessarily products though), while solomon and the angels are stuff that have accidentally been left there that sans keeps in the backroom or something. i don't yet know what item everyone would be, but i think diavolo would be a crown keychain and barbatos would be a feather duster
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I would never survive obey me irl because I'd get kicked out of the house for burning all their stupid little ties
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jasper-borealis · 9 months
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*My sister looks over my shoulder at my tumblr* “What is that?” Said in a slightly disgusted voice
*me, looking at a close up art of Papa Emeritus IV,* “…it’s someone in face paint”
*her, looking even more disgusted* “ew…gross”
LIKE GIRL, YOU COME INTO MY SPACE, LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER, and then have the audacity to be a dick about it???
if you go rummaging around where you don’t belong, don’t try and claim to be all high and mighty. If ya don’t like what ya see, don’t say anything at all…
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Jules Michelet – Satanism and Witchcraft – Tandem – 1970
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