i just saw a SMAU post where op had a disclaimer at the end about not permitting people to use their fics to feed into AI, and how the work was “all their own”, but at the bottom of every photo was a legal disclaimer from whatever site they used that said “this is AI and not a real person” etc 😭???
stop, the trailer for the new game actually looks incredible, I have high hopes for it
(trailer discussion/spoilers under the cut!!)
FIRST OF ALL, THE VOICE ACTING?????? Incredible, holy shit. I’ve never heard Lucifer sound like that before.
I fear this game is going to devastate me.
Second of all, the new detail of them having their eyes change colour/turn orangey-red when they’re either succumbing to their sins or getting angry is such a cool addition. People have been *begging* for them to take a darker turn with the series for ages, and I feel like we actually might get there with this game.
Also, the exchange between Barbatos and Asmo??? “I see you have finally given in to your desires…” ??????? If I remember correctly, they were technically meant to be newly fallen, or at least somewhat recently fallen in nightbringer, but since they’re like. FRESHLY fallen in this game (I think?), are we finally going to get fleshed out moments of the brothers adjusting to being demons and getting used to their sins?? Not just brief dialogue and implications of what it was like? I’m soooo excited if that’s the case.
I’m also really excited to see Lucifer and Satan’s dynamic, since they put an emphasis on it in this trailer. “You refuse to accept me, because I show the world just how weak you were!” my boyssss :(( I love them. Does this also mean we get to see everyone getting used to Satan too?
Speaking of dynamics, the twins fighting?? Like actually fighting? I’m intruiged.
I’m interested in the fact that we seem to be a brand new mc, separate from the OG!! when they first announced that detail I was kinda turned off from it, bc it felt like they were just completely wiping everything starting over and stuff (which like. they kinda are in a way), but after watching the trailer I’m really excited to see how everything progresses and develops. I just hope the writing is… better than we’ve gotten in the past.
Overall, I’m so in love with the art style, all of the backdrops look gorgeous. I love the character designs (aside from the strange choice to make mammon and diavolo so pale), and I can’t wait to actually get my hands on the game.
synopsis. kaiser etches your kisses into his skin, permanently
contents. sfw! slightly suggestive if you squint. pro player! michael kaiser x fem! reader. est rel. they’re dating. reader gets called schatz & liebling. kaiser may be a little ooc i fear
michael kaiser is weirdly obsessed with your kisses. he leaves your lipstick marks on his skin because they’re proof he’s wanted. proof he’s loved. he wants everyone to see them, wants the universe to know he’s yours, and he’s immensely proud of it.
he shows up at soccer practice with glossy red marks littered just above his collarbone, like they’re a part of his uniform. at interviews, they’re smeared across his jawline. he grins shamelessly every time an interviewer pretends not to notice them, like he’s daring them to ask, just so he can brag about his relationship with you.
on the red carpet, he turns slightly to the side to let the cameras catch the faint glossy imprint you left on his cheek. even during the world cup, the world cup, he lifts up his jersey post-match and there it is. your kiss, stamped right on his abs, impossible to miss.
he wears your kisses everywhere. on his neck, along his jawline, just above his waistband. half-tucked away beneath the fabric. intimate and hidden from the rest of the world. he loves those the most, they’re quieter, softer, private, proof of your connection. of something real. and he loves the weight of it.
it’s more than lipstick to him. it’s love etched on his skin. it’s his signature at this point and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
it starts off as a joke. you’re sitting cross legged on the couch in one of his jerseys, when he strolls in after practice with yet another kiss of yours pressed above his collarbone.
you weren’t trying to start anything, not really, just pointing out the fact your lipstick was always on kaiser’s body and he did absolutely nothing about it. he wouldn’t even let you wipe them off yourself.
you’d be annoyed if he didn’t look so pretty with them. you’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t so proud of himself.
“you might as well get them tattooed at this point mihya,” you say, shaking your head. half laughing, half-exasperated. you expect him to join in your laughter. to brush it off and call you silly. instead, he tilts his head and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips
“ja? you want me to?” his light blue eyes sparkle as he wraps his arms around you, “where should i get them, schatz?”
and when you roll your eyes, pretending to be unimpressed, pretending not to melt under his piercing gaze, he just grins wider. that cocky, irresistible smile that always gets under your skin. the kind that says he already knows you secretly want him to.
for a second, you think he’s bluffing. just messing with you like he always does.
“i’m serious,” he murmurs, voice low as his lips graze the shell of your ear, “your lips look good on me, might as well make them permanent”
something about the way he says it makes your heart stutter. you hate how much it gets to you so you brush him off with a scoff, refusing to meet his sapphire gaze as you push lightly at his chest
he doesn’t budge, lips brushing along your jaw as he murmurs again, “pick a spot liebling, anywhere and i’ll do it”
you almost forget about it. almost. he doesn’t bring it up and neither do you. until exactly a week later, he walks into your shared kitchen fresh from the shower, shirtless with loose-fitting sweats hanging low on his waist, and drops a blank sheet of paper down on the counter. alongside it is your favourite lipstick.
you glance up briefly before returning to your bowl of fruits, “. . .what’s that?”
he slides your lipstick across the marble towards you, “need three of ‘em schatz”, you blink at him curiously, “three kisses” he clarifies, “for the tattoo”
you begin to laugh, but he isn’t laughing with you. and your laughter dies in your throat, “oh, you’re serious?”
“dead” he leans against the counter, arms folded. his blonde and blue hair is a mess of wet curls, clinging to his forehead. and his impossibly blue eyes don’t waver. he isn’t playing around this time. “my appointment’s in twenty minutes”
you stare at him for a moment, then glance down at the paper, then back at him, “you’re actually getting my lips tattooed on you?”
“ja” he replies, like he can’t comprehend why on earth he wouldn’t, “you said i might as well schatz, so now i am”
your lips part but no words are formed. he looks positively pleased with himself, “three kisses” he repeats, tapping the paper impatiently, “one for each year we’ve been together.”
“you’re insane” you mutter, grabbing the lipstick and twisting the cap off with a click. for once, he doesn’t argue. he just watches you with quiet satisfaction as you press kisses to the paper. slow and deliberate. “there. three”
he doesn’t say anything right away, just stares down at the paper wordlessly like it’s something precious. like it’s more than three red lipstick stains on paper. he holds it a second longer than necessary, like he doesn’t want to crease it, but eventually he does, slowly, carefully, before slipping it into his pocket.
you think that’s it. that he’ll walk off smugly and stop bothering you. instead, he pads lazily around the counter, veiny hand cupping your jaw, thumb brushing the curve of your cheek, and he looks at you like you hung the stars just for him.
he leans in, nose brushing against yours as he kisses you. his lips taste faintly of mint. his fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you close enough for your chest to brush against his. when he finally pulls away, his lips hover just above yours, eyes half-lidded and soft
“i’ll be back soon liebling,” he whispers affectionately, lips ghosting over yours, light blue eyes shining with something softer than their usual cocky glint “try not to miss me too much”
with one last kiss to your temple, he turns away. you watch as he trudges to your bedroom to throw on a hoodie. a minute later, he grabs his keys from the counter, winking at you on his way out.
he’s gone long enough for you to stop doubting him, long enough for the utter ridiculousness of it all to wear off. long enough for it to start feeling real. you spent the first hour pacing, shaking your head, and laughing. because you couldn’t fathom how a meaningless joke had spiraled into this.
in the hours after the first had passed, your mind ran wild with possibilities of what the tattoos would look like. where would he get them? how big would they be? would he ask his tattoo artist to ink your name beneath them? you tried to convince yourself that no one could possibly be this obsessed with you. not even him. he had to be bluffing
spoiler alert: he wasn’t. he was dead serious
the front door opens a little after sunset, flooding the living room with mellow light. kaiser kicks off his shoes, drops his keys on the counter and doesn’t say much of anything.he just stands there, lips twitching like he’s trying not to laugh.
you sit up straighter on the couch, folding your arms over your chest “so?”
“so what schatz?” he cocks his head, feigning ignorance
“did you. . ?” you narrow your eyes at him from across the room “don’t mess with me mihya”
“come here.” he smirks, eyes sparkling with that infuriating confidence that makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. you hesitate. he crooks a finger, beckoning you closer and he knows you’ll come.
you cross the room reluctantly. kaiser hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats, eyes locked on yours the whole time, and slowly pulls them down just enough to show you.
your brain short circuits. there they are. three perfect, inked kiss marks. curved right along his v-line. identical to the ones you left on that paper.
“oh my—” you whisper, your hand lifts before you can stop it, fingertips grazing the saniderm draped over the kiss etched on his pelvis. the tattoos were still slightly red and sore around the edges. he sucks in a sharp breath as your hand falls to your side, “you actually—”
“told you i would” he shrugs, “and next year, i’ll get a fourth.” he murmurs, “one for each year we’re together”
he says it like the future is already set in stone. like loving you is the only thing he’s ever been sure of. like there’s no alternate universe or timeline where he could ever love anyone else.
“you’re gonna run out of space eventually”
“i’ll make more” he steps closer, drifting into your personal space like he owns it, like he owns you. his arms slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“you’re ridiculous” you say, shaking your head fondly as he grabs your wrist and brings it down to press against the tattoos, right over the fresh ink, still warm beneath his skin. he holds it there. holds you there.
“you love it,” he whispers, tilting his head just slightly, just enough to drag his lips over your jaw. “you love me.”
your voice is quieter when you reply, “i do love you”
“you know what i love?” he grins, placing a feather-light kiss to your sternum.
“mm?” you manage, breath catching in your throat as he presses yet another kiss to your collarbone. then your neck. soft and slow, like he’s savoring it.
“that now” he says, pressing another kiss to your jaw, “even when we’re miles apart. even when you’re not kissing me. . .” his lips find yours. hover there, barely touching. “you still will be, forever liebling ”
and when he kisses you for real, it feels like he’s right. like you’ll never truly stop kissing him. you curl your fingers into the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him impossibly closer, but it doesn’t feel close enough. it never will
kaiser kisses you like he’s memorizing the shape of you. like he needs to feel you to breathe. like the ink on his body isn’t enough, and he needs this too. he needs this more
when he finally pulls away, just barely, lips brushing against yours with each breath, his eyes are softer than they’ve ever been betore. and he knows, for certain, he would endure the pain of getting tattooed a million times over if it meant he got to keep you like this. in his arms. in his life, forever.
immediately, his body shoots up, eyes wide with fear as his head whips around to find you. his gaze lands on yours, and upon realizing the lack of urgency, he flops back onto the bed. “it’s one in the morning.”
“i have a question,” you begin, nudging his chest.
“can it wait six more hours?”
“no.”
he groans. he folds the pillow over his ears and rolls onto his side, “what.”
you spoon yourself behind him, snickering at the groan he lets out, “do you think i’d be good like. in musical theater?”
he lets out a soft laugh- either out of amusement or disbelief, you’re not quite sure.
“no. go back to sleep.”
“why!”
he huffs before rolling onto his back, arm extending to wrap around you, “you break glass when you sing and you need me to order for you at restaurants- you want to go on stage and sing?”
“hey,” you pout.
he sighs through his nose, pressing his fingers into his eyes as you burrow into his side, “okay- is doing musical theater something you’re interested in?”
you shrug, “like no, but it would be nice to have your support.”
“and if you ever genuinely want to do musical theater, i will give it to you. until then, don’t ask me silly questions at one in the morning.” his arm curls around you, fingers gently rubbing up and down your shoulder. “never ends well for either of us.”
“i bet atsumu would be supportive,” you whine.
he offers you a hum, “there’s a reason why atsumu is still single- his inability to say no to ridiculousness gets him in trouble.”
“so now i’m being ridiculous?” you hiss.
kiyoomi’s eyes fly open. his head slowly turns to face you, smiling nervously when you blink unamused at him. "i love you?"
MC & Mammon speed ran strangers to enemies to reluctant allies to acquaintances to co-conspirators to friends to roommates to best friends to partners-in-crime to mutual crushes in like a week tops and then spent the next two years belly crawling towards lovers
in which the avatar of pride tries and fails to get you out of bed
gn!MC, no physical descriptions. fluff. fluff. fluff. lucifer is scared but it’s okay, he’s just not used to being in love yet, he’ll get there, he swears it. pet names (including little lamb once bc it’s canon). he’s literally so in love.
this has no bearing on the fic, but in my mind this is OG game a few months into your relationship, not NB setting. also I sprinkle in some of my own lore headcanons here.
lucifer was not a morning demon.
everyone in the house of lamentation knew it. his brothers would normally steer clear of him until breakfast (aside from the days that satan and belphie were feeling particularly confident), even diavolo and barbatos knew better than to start drowning him with work before a certain time of day.
coincidentally, you weren’t exactly built for mornings, either.
but still, lucifer had incredible resolve and far more years of discipline built up within him than you did. which obviously made the mornings you’d wake up in his bed difficult for both of you.
“my love, it’s time to wake up,” he leaned over your sleeping body placed a hand on your shoulder. he was already fully dressed and (somewhat) ready to brave the early morning hours. he wanted to let you sleep in as long as possible, and it pained him to rouse you from such serenity, but he also knew you’d miss breakfast if he let you rest any longer. and then you’d really be cranky.
his lips formed a small yet genuine, fond smile when he heard you grumbling. “nooo, just a bit longer…” your voice was muffled by his sheets, and you tried to turn away from him.
“little lamb…” he warned, but there was no real bite behind it and you knew it. lucifer knew well that you were as stubborn as he was, so it wasn’t surprising to him in the slightest when you kept pleading with him.
“pleaseee lucifer, come lay with me for a bit longer. I want you near me.”
he sighed. he dared not show any signs of how tempted he was by you. the irony of a human being the one to tempt a demon.
but he did not waiver. “MC, you’ll be late if you stay in bed any longer.”
“so what?” you whined indignantly. “I haven’t been late or even missed a class in weeks- in fact you showed me just last night how deserving I was of a reward for good behaviour. let’s just play hooky today.”
he rolled his eyes slightly. of course you would use his excuse for getting you into his room last night against him to sleep in longer.
you turned to him, laying on your back and staring up at his unamused face with a still-sleepy grin of your own. “come on, baby, just lay with me. we don’t have to skip if you insist on going, but being a little late won’t hurt, you know?”
he blinked and tried to keep his composure. he still wasn’t quite used to being on the receiving end of pet names, and human ones at that, but you had been growing quite comfortable with throwing them at him lately.
this was the third time you had called him that in the past week, and he still wasn’t sure if he liked it or not… he’d need it to be tested a few more times before he could make a final decision.
He didn’t feel the need to test out terms of endearment- he knew what he was comfortable saying and calling you, and you never seemed to complain with him sticking with some of the more… classic? is that how you put it? names. with the exception of little lamb. obviously.
if he was being honest, though, he had been holding back. human world terms of endearment felt so lacklustre in comparison to those in infernal. he would never admit this, but he was… hesitant to use devildom terms of endearment on you.
often times they couldn’t be translated into any human language, nor could the feelings they spoke of be conveyed differently. the things that lucifer wanted to call you were akin to that of a declaration of complete devotion forever and always. even by demon standards they were intense, because they basically promised that even after death, there would be no one else.
his hesitation was not because he was unsure if he felt the emotions they conveyed for you. not at all, he knew his feelings and yours as well.
but you’ve thrown him for a loop. even if he was sure… he wanted to wait a bit before showing you just how deep his feelings ran. because the intensity of it all was something he had never felt for anyone in all his millennia. the fact that he had someone he could even toss around the idea of using those names on… those feelings were just for him to get comfortable with, so that when he was truly ready, he could pull it off without a hitch.
he wondered if lilith had felt for her human anywhere close to what he felt for you, sometimes, but he always buried that thought away as quickly as it popped into his mind.
blame it on his pride getting in the way, or call it what it was- fear of what being in love was doing to him and what it would continue to do to him. and what it meant he would be willing to do for you…
“uh, lucifer? my love? you’re staring off into space, is everything okay?”
your voice brought him out of his thoughts and the concern within it made him warm inside.
he was still leaning over you, hand gently gripping your shoulder, and your face was wrinkled with worry. he loved you.
until he had it all worked out, he’d show you as much as he could through human declarations of love and lots of action.
he looked down at his wrist as if to check a non-existent watch. “fine, I suppose there’s time to spare.”
he let the sound of your victorious laughter wash all over him and bathed in the feeling of your arms around his neck after he crawled over you to reach his side of the bed.
your smile was radiant, and he felt another piece of the armour encasing his heart chip away. he had been feeling that a lot since you first started the exchange program, but even more so since you both began your relationship.
there was no stopping this, he was falling headfirst into unknown territory for the second time in his life, for a completely different reason this time.
but he’d never ask for anything else. because just like the first time, he figured that this could only result in changing his life for the better as well.
once again he had to shake himself out of his thoughts. you were smiling and talking about one thing or another- he missed the start of the conversation- and playing with his tie.
lucifer was not a morning demon. he woke up exhausted, he dreaded the pile of work forever thrown at him. but his resolve was insanely strong.
maybe he’d give in to you more often if it meant he got to have you like this, in his arms, laughing at his ruined resolve and how weak he is for you, for the rest of your life.
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haha get it? rest of your life bc you’re mortal and he’s not?
tw // suggestive FOR THE SAKE OF COMEDY no actual smut described, reader discretion IS advised
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your jaw slacks as you enter your apartment, the air crisp with cleanliness and the scent of lavender in the air. it’s late, later than you anticipated being home, and while you’d been completely prepared to come home and scrub the whole house clean, shock fills your body.
the house is clean.
why is the house clean?
toeing off your shoes, you gasp in disbelief at the sight of all the shoes stacked nicely, unlike the puddle of shoes you’d seen this afternoon when you left.
and… is… is the shoe organizer dusted?!
“ah, you’re home.”
your head whips to keisuke as he makes his way to greet you, smiling innocently at you as if he hasn’t just relieved you of the biggest burden you’ve ever faced in the years of dating him. he presses a kiss to your cheek, “sorry about the strong smell, i was trying to air it out-“
“what’s going on?” you whisper.
he reels back slightly, “what do you mean?”
“you… what did you do?”
he quirks a brow at you in confusion, “uh… i scrubbed the floors?” his answer is posed more as a question, almost confused for your shock. “i just had to grab some more of that cleanser stuff since we were almost out, and i wanted to make sure i had enough, so i got a late start-“
you grab his shirt to steady yourself, “you bought floor cleaner?!”
“…yeah, i needed to clean the floors…”
keisuke cleaned.
not even just cleaned, he scrubbed the floors.
he dusted.
he organized.
you take a deep breath to steady yourself, not ready to wake up from this dream.
“i could jump your bones right now," you rasp, making his eyes bulge from his skull.
"HAAH?"
"you cleaned the house?" you whimper, blinking wide eyes up at your boyfriend. "like? the whole house?"
"yeah?" his brow quirks as you melt against his chest, blinking up in adoration for the man above you. “was i not supposed to?”
your heart races and you practically feel your pupils forming tiny hearts as you gaze, “keisuke, you can clean this house any time you’d like, trust me.”
he’s still confused, you see it in his face.
but can tell he’s feeling proud of himself at your praise.
“well, when you told me you’d be home late, i figured i’d get on it,” he says, cheeks curling into a small smile. “i did the dishes, scrubbed the counters, wiped down the windows and mirrors…” he wiggles his brows at you, understanding the pure and utter joy this is bringing you. “i even cleaned the shower drain.”
“YOU CLEANED THE-“ your words cut off as you become rigid in his arms, eyes fluttering and jaw slacking in complete enamor. he laughs, tugging you in closer to embrace you in a hug.
“it was mostly my hair anyways,” he defends.
“oh keisuke!” you wail, beaming up at him as your arms loop around his neck. “kiss me!”
he laughs, turning his head to capture you in a kiss. you deepen it, barely able to keep your excitement contained at the realization that baji keisuke cleaned the house so you wouldn’t have to.
“i love you,” he mumbles against your lips.
“i’m literally about to rock your world,” you assure.
his head throws back as he laughs, your lips pressing sticky kisses along his neck. he squeezes your hips, “easy there. why don’t you get into your pajamas, i’ll get you some tea?”
you need to marry this man.
tonight.
"take your pants off," you purr.
“HAAH?”
once again, keisuke's eyes nearly pop out of his skull, cackling in shock as your hands immediately dart to his belt.
