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Well... I think you're right, Hyacinthe does have issues dfgusjdhfs

Why does she also fit with Ass? HELP

type bingo.

" Look at us getting along so well, dovey. I'm always here for a makeout session, in case you're bored~. "

A simply, court nod in appreciation. " Good girl. I'll show you how much you have missed and make you desire even more. "

Does he still think she is too good for him? Certainly. Does this make him wrap his arm around her waist tighter in affection? Absolutely.

" I have never doubted our compatibility,-- my queen. "

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Oh, how delightfully they squirm away from her very stare, how they slowly ( bit by bit by bit; not by her obscure comments or her obvious delight but by the inhuman mannerisms she lets slip through. a predator's instincts, most certainly ) become aware that something might not be quite right. And yet they still engage! And thus Beelzebub decides to humor them as well and see what else she can get out of them.

Their disbelief and demand makes her hum in thought, though not in offense ( even though the story about Vlad had always coaxed a chuckle from her own mouth ) as she taps a finger against her lips. " How about I ask you something I should not ask? " She leans forward, whispering so that only they gain access to her question as she looks at them intently. " Why did you not feed before you came here, Dracula? "

Coyote's grin dropped entirely and they stared at the woman in complete silence. What an inconvenient time to grapple with whether or not their eyes were deceiving them. Her comments about their teeth didn't help either. A low sigh, almost a hiss, drawled out of their throat and the leather of their jacket creaked as they crossed their arms.

Their gut urged them to leave, so they fought their gut. "I dunno what to tell you, girlie. You sure can recite a Wikipedia page and throw some spooky little line at the end of it." Still, they resisted admitting anything or allowing themselves to believe anything she said, "How about you tell me something you shouldn't know but know anyways instead? Then I'll be impressed."

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I may have done these before but… Green is Zach… which is interesting….

Blue is the big HK.

type bingo.

" Oh, darling, I know you were made for me~. "

There is a hint of confusion and surprise that crosses his features before his eyes flicker from Asmodeus back to Zachary. " I suppose we could--- get along. "

There is a satisfied smirk behind her hand. Good luck getting that lipstick off of him, she will make sure to get the most long-lasting one specifically for him.

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@fcllederage asked: for an intimate starter . (for Mammon, and take the word "intimate" as you wish 😎) / starter call 2.0.

" What the fuck is this? " Even though the words hissed sharply between red lips seem like a question, her demeanor certainly makes it evident that it is not one; more appalled than bewildered. Her finger comes to wrap itself around the offending piece of jewelry resting upon Hyacinthe's collar, eyebrows furrowed as her thumb rubs over it and, in turn, draws Hyacinthe close enough for them to share the same breath. " You could ask for the most expensive things in the world, you know that? " Her eyes snap upwards, dark despite the fire burning within them. " Tell me, sweetheart, what do you want? Anything you want? "

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Arturo squinted at the strange man, thinking him crazy or just immensely eccentric as he watched and listened to his rambling, regarding Mercury with skepticism as if he were some old snake oil salesman.

“The only whispers I hear are those of lust in darkened rooms or empty corridors in this house of affection, mixed with the occasional Hellspeak that rings in my infernal ears.” II replied in a typical crotchety old man tone, waving a dismissive hand before taking the offered card anyway, tucking it into a pocket with mild disregard.

So you must be the infamous Papa Emeritus II, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance -your-dose-of-mercury

Papa Emeritus II, while nowhere near as callous and cruel as he had once been, still met new people with a coldly administered side-eyed squint-glare of distrust.

“I am The Second, yes.” Arturo answered rather flatly, as he looked down at the stranger from his newly-bestowed towering height, his heterochromic gaze scrutinizing Mercury warily. “And who are you?” He inquired in a half demanding, half lazily curious grunt.

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@zealctry asked: " y'know, it's always sorta funny to me. black this, black that, ooooh the horrors, the shadows, the dark, blah blah fucking blah. back where I'm from, black ain't the colour of death - that's white. " /mediate on this for a while Aba. asdfggjkl; / unprompted.

If there is one thing he enjoys, it is to be given insight into Hidan's mind ( granted glances, which are so unlike the forced ones he usually takes into split open heads of sinners ), a spontaneous offer to follow a trail and unravel it, see where it leads them. Some of them fascinating, some a cause for subtle concern that guides a hand to his back and pull him into the possessive safety he attempts to create for him.

Abaddon is not sure which emotions would linger in his mouth after this discussion, this path and yet he is intrigued and, thus, does not deny him an answer. A pause, silence filled only by the small sounds of his fingers tapping against his lips. " I assume that is because death, to you, is purifying, is it not? Something holy, to strive for? In this world--- ", a corner of his mouth briefly turns downwards, disdain tainting a neutral expression. His free hand fans out, encompassing the vastness of the pit with a mere, half-hearted wave. " ---is a light so bright, it blinds you, while promising a peaceful eternity. And look at them, still pleading for it. White thinks it's powerful because of this. " A chuckle. " Though I don't know if Death himself associates himself with black. "

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@deviatory asked: A softer breath pressed at Malachi's lips. His fingers capture Levi's hand guiding til the curves of each knuckle met his lips. / unprompted.

He is not used to such gentle behavior, to such sweet affection, and it is evident in the way his brows furrow in brief confusion, a twitch spreading through the digits as an instinct forms to draw them away. But as soon as it buds do blue eyes take Malachi in entirely, the tension in his own body crumbling ( but not fading ) and bending to release a soft gasp the moment warm lips meet scarred skin.

Awkwardness settles, odd on his big frame ( does he mirror the motion? does he thank him for it? it is all so new, so new ) before he finally twists his hand to simply cup his face and brush his thumb over his cheekbone. " ... is this--- okay? "

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type bingo.

Oh, assertive. And he crossed off the most important points ( a man that makes out with him and kills for him? what more could he possibly need ). " You can claim my lap whenever you like, dearest. "

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@zealctry asked: casually. "sooooo. hypothetically speaking. what would happen to a contractee. . . if a lord oh-so-happened to die?" ( not Hidan casually asking Aba for information. for no reason whatsoever. pure curiosity. promise. ) / unprompted.

The question does not surprise him, does not lift his gaze from the newspaper he is half-heartedly reading and does not stop him from digging his fork into the breakfast Hidan has made for them and just as casually bring it to his mouth. Because, truth be told, he has expected this ( hell likes to whisper among itself, especially when its usually unbothered lord of lust comes seething to Abaddon and hisses to keep his lover in check; its odd to behold his own sin on Asmodeus' face. he will not tell Hidan about it ).

A hum is his first reply, drowning in the coffee he takes a sip from as he debates his answer for a moment. " Lord Lucifer will have to announce a new lord who will take over. The souls still go to hell; they cannot escape their fate just because someone killed one of us. Which is another way of saying--- " Finally his gaze lifts as he takes his hand, placing a kiss to the ring on his finger. " --- I will not let you kill Asmodeus, my dear. "

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@id1eyouth asked: " what the fuck happened to you ? " / zach to asmodeus! (Also welcome back mwah) / blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

It is rare he lets others see past this meticulously crafted façade ( flesh-suit, vessel; in the end it is all the same to make something rotten undeniably appealing ), lure them in with fluttering lashes, fluid motions and enticing smiles until death reveals the disease that runs beneath it all, until he has dug his claws in deep and the parasite has claimed its host. And then the illusion slips, breaks and he claims with unwavering hands.

Zachary ( perhaps luckily ) now is allowed to witness the aftermath of it all, currently ignorant to what happened to the darling soul he has consumed just moments ago, now nothing more than a ruined suit ( where desperate hands had clung onto, where love for him still made them plead ) and blood curled around his palms, nestled into his hair, smeared across his mouth--- which he, delightedly, licks off. The moment his tongue touches it, it sizzles.

" Ah, if it isn't my favorite golden boy!~ ", he purrs, already pulling him in by his hips. When he grins, his fangs flash. " I couldn't help but think about you all night long.--- Darling, you look ravishing tonight. Let me show you how much I've missed you, hm? "

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@zealctry asked: 16. Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner? & 17. Does your muse leave hickies / ask for them? ( 👀 for all of them!!) / Vanilla Sunday Meme.

Abaddon prefers for his partner to initiate anything sexual, simply because he likes seeing their need displayed on their expression and in their actions. He also tends to tease and rile them up anyway and just waits until their patience snaps and they press themselves against him. When it comes to hickeys he likes both giving and receiving because he loves to mark what belongs to him but also adores being bitten.

When is this man not initiating anything sexual? He is always in the mood for some fun and is not shy to ask for it. Of course he finds it even more delicious when his partner is the one desperate for it. Hickeys are always nice and he especially likes to give them where his partner cannot hide them.

Beelzebub rarely initiates but she does have a tendency to be delighted by every bite she is allowed to take and then often gets lost in the sensation, sucking on each mark, licking over it, groaning when her sharp teeth penetrate skin. She does love it when her partner is also hungry for her, though. And because of all of this, hickeys are just a given.

Never initiates but loves to tease and rile his partner up until they beg him to touch them. And his patience is endless, so if they do not engage immediately, he will gladly wait until they do. He does not care about hickeys, however. If his partner gives him one, he'll just shrug it off but he prefers to hold onto them and mark them through his grip alone.

Leviathan is also not the most sexually-driven beast, especially in the beginning of a relationship because he doesn't know if his urges are appropriate. But sometimes instincts just take over and he will pin his partner against the nearest surface and devour them entirely. Until then, his partner will have to initiate. Concerning hickeys, he likes giving them because he will bite and therefore leave a mark and his partner is also welcome to, he doesn't mind them.

Lucifer is most definitely the one to initiate. He loves to claim what is his and assert his dominance by screwing them out of coherency. If his partner is the first one to voice their desire, he will tease them by making them voice what they want him to do to him first. He will also mark them but doesn't like the look of hickeys on himself and will pull away if they try to give him one.

Mammon tends to keep her partners close to her, oftentimes on her lap or by her side. She doesn't intend for it to be sexual but does like to flirt and let her hands linger and move to drive her partner wild, waiting until their patience snaps and they take what they want. Hickeys aren't something she pays particular mind to, however.

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@zealctry asked: he rests his cheek against Abaddon’s thigh, seemingly ( and perfectly, factually ) oblivious to the weight of tenderness carried by his own gesture. he just rests, for a long moment, fixating an unblinking gaze upon him, pupils wide and dilated in the semi-dark. and then he shifts, making himself more comfortable. doesn't hesitate, not even for a heartbeat, a stranger to reluctance. like a wild child, chases his thoughts to their end, careless of any precipice awaiting. “ say, Abaddon. you love me, don’t you? ” it isn’t an accusation, or the frigid stab of a shiv between the ribs; in their stead? a lazy, indulgent, question. “ . . . what’s it feel like? ” / unprompted.

Peace is an odd sensation he first ever experienced with him ( and, he is certain, will never come to feel with anyone else again ). Something he always comes to acknowledge whenever he is in Hidan's presence and yet something he comes to cherish so strongly in tender, quiet moments such as these. There is no need for words. When they are settled in the soft approach of darkness with just enough light to peer into each other's eyes, when he knows that the green hellfire in his gaze conveys exactly what he feels, what reason is there to exchange words? So all he does is brush his warm hand over Hidan's hair as he beholds him with a gentle smile clinging to his lips, etching this memory into his mind, into the very core of all that makes him so that he may never forget his little token of peace.

The question is abrupt but doesn't sway him, doesn't twist his expression, even through the implication that rests behind these words ( what does it feel like? what does loving someone feel like when he does not experience it himsef? Abaddon does not fault him for it; he will love him nonetheless and know that, somewhere, his feelings are returned ).

" I do, my darling, without a doubt. Forever. ", his voice is a delighted hum, his hand not stilling. Though he does take a moment for himself to think it over before he is satisfied with his reply. " Love manifests in many ways. Loving you is trusting you, for instance. Feeling safe enough with you to be vulnerable, to allow you to have the very thing that could end me and knowing you wouldn't. " A chuckle, his palm cupping his face to brush his thumb beneath his eye. " It is being happy to see you and wondering when I can make the time to see you again afterwards. It is a longing to have you in my arms and feeling complete when you finally are. It is being utterly content in moments like these. " His voice softens, just as much as his gaze, as his touch. " That is what being in love is for me. And I value ever single second I get to experience it. "

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@zealctry asked: attempt number 72: " Ok, listen up, Levi. What did the octopus say to its date? — I find you inkredible! Get it? GET IT?? " / unprompted.

No reaction. His expression does not shift, does not morph or give an indication that he is indeed getting it or still remains confused about such bizarre arrangement of words, staring blankly, silently. And then, suddenly, behold! A nodding of his head, arms crossed over his broad chest. " Ah, a joke. I see. " Does he approve? It is impossible to tell.

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@zealctry asked: " babe. babe listen - why does Jesus distrust humanity?? . . . because he's afraid they'll doublecross him! " / unprompted.

Before he even finishes the joke do the corners of his lips twitch upward, the possibility of blasphemy teased by the question pleasing him greatly. " I don't know, darling. Why? " And whatever Abaddon had expected to hear does not come close to what comes as an answer, a laugh leaving his lips and shaking his shoulders; genuine. " You certainly are creative, I have to give you that. "

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@deviatory asked: ♡ (malachi for levi ( and what they hell do one for maria and mammon <3) ) / Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours.

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@zealctry asked: ♡ aba / deus / mon / bee (because I'm so not greedy, asdfghjk) / Send ♡ to see what my muse thinks of yours.

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