Hi I'm Kay, I'm in my 20s, and even though I love my irl partner very much I still like playing dating sims. Formerly violetcentauries
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Current Interest: Obey Me
Otome OCs
Otome games I've played:
Angel or Devil+
Amnesia: Memories
The Arcana
Ikemen Vampire
Midnight Cinderella
Mr. Love: Queen's Choice
Mystic Messenger
Obey Me (ID: 13201732, Nightbringer: 2351760699)
Honorable Mentions (aka games that aren't otome but still have dating sim elements):
Helix Waltz
Fire Emblem (Awakening, Fates, & 3 Houses)
My Time At Portia
Stardew Valley
I go through phases with things in general; the first time I pick it up the phase can last anywhere from 2 weeks to a year before I drift away. Whenever I circle back to it, the return phases tend to last 1-4 months.
I originally made this blog back when I was really into MLQC and even made edits of my OC, Arias, as the MC, however, I've stopped using Arias as my MC for things due to the fact that I'm white & she's not & I decided that maybe I shouldn't do that. (Besides, she has her own original stories that I still work on so it's not like I'm abandoning her).
Oh, also my main blog is @paradoxiii so I like/follow from there.
Christening this blog w/ Asmo. Redesigned his casual outfit because I hate how it normally looks. Tho while working on this I got ideas on how to push the design further.
beelzebub who has obscure knowledge because he cares so much about his brothers' interests, they become his, too – or, a slight beelzebub character study at 3am because i need it and so do you.
beelzebub who can name every constellation in the night sky of all three realms, who knows both astrology and astronomy, who has read all of belphie's essays and research papers, who was there when they were written.
beelzebub who knows how to play (and cheat, and win) about every casino game, who knows how to do fast math even if he doesn't really care for it, who checks the fucking stock market every morning to see if mammon's mood will be affected by it or not.
beelzebub who knows the difference between the scent of white and red roses, who knows how to properly do your (and his) makeup, who has memorised which products are good for his complexion and how many times a day he needs to apply sunscreen, because asmo swears that the fridge light hits him as much as the sun would have in the human world.
beelzebub who can quote jane austen and poe and shakespeare and euripides from memory, who makes references from books that were destroyed with the library of alexandria, who knows about every breed of cat there is, who listens to satan explain whose fur is the thickest and whose the softest.
beelzebub who will rewatch tsl for hours, who will carry boxes upon boxes of games upstairs, who will (poorly) draw ruri from memory, who will know how to play most games levi hyperfixates on and the plot from most anime he has rambled about.
beelzebub who knows even the most bizzare of genres of music, who can taste the difference between a thousand year and a thousand and one year aged demonus, who immediately recognises the jazz song lucifer is playing when he wants to spend quality time with him but doesn't want to disturb him.
beelzebub who, if you ask him about his interests, will reply that he doesn't really have any, who will search within him for an ounce of self, who will give up after a while because he is six beings in one, and he doesn't know if there's room for one more.
beelzebub who decides that it's okay to be a mosaic of his favourite beings, who finds out that he has been carrying seven in him all along, who gazes in your – a human's – eyes and understands why she fought and why she fell and why she tried so much.
beelzebub who, in his spare time, will go in the human world to visit museums and archaeological sites and long abandoned villages, who will reminisce about when everything he just saw was once new and shining, who will retrace the steps he took aeons ago, alone this time.
beelzebub who often feels lost, who grieves and eats and grieves some more, who carries the memory of his sister because he once read that one truly stops existing when they are forgotten, yet smiles when he sees red roses and shiny coins and old books and video games and cursed records and the starry sky, who sighs into your neck right before he falls asleep and promises to never forget the way your skin feels under his.
beelzebub who, without you asking him, tells you he likes flowers and animals, who likes everything the sun touches, whose eyes glimmer when you ask him to tell you about yarrows and their meaning and their colours, who will explain in a heartbeat, just for you.
beelzebub whose self is a wounded one, a fighting one, whose self is a memory box he just keeps adding into, a scrapbook of eternity's erosion, who finds happiness in the little things, in the simple things, who binds his family together.
beelzebub who loved and loves and will love until there's nothing of him left, until he is the last one remembering, until the night sky is no longer a painting, but just an accumulation dead stars.
KARASU x gn!Reader
1k Words | NSFW | Phone Sex | Mutual Masturbation
-> Prompt: “Feeling a little needy today?”
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Karasu indulges you any chance he can, so that whatever he does for you is the best it can possibly be. Even when he’s out of realm for business, he still finds a way to spoil you.
There’s something incredibly sexy about his attention to detail: when he calls you at night, the camera he’s set up near the bed captures his naked body perfectly for you to admire. He uses a discrete little microphone attached to his pillow that lets him whimper in your ear. You can even listen to the way his hand pumps his cock, smoothing his shaft with the precum that dribbles from the tip; it's a quiet chorus of wet, slick sounds that makes burning-hot arousal surge deep in your belly.
Your own setup is modest by comparison, and far from perfect—your D.D.D. is propped against his pillow so he can see your face and hear your voice—but it seems to work well enough, judging by the hungry gleam in his eyes, burning crimson and darkened with lust.
He was embarrassed the first time you suggested this as a way to be together when you can’t be together. It didn’t take long for him to appreciate the novelty and appeal—he’s the one who begs for you to do this now, when he’s so lonely without you that he can hardly think straight.
“I miss you,” he whines, a high, breathy noise that makes you whimper in sympathy. His hair is fanned across the hotel pillow, and he bares the taut lines of his throat when he tilts his head back and moans your name. He makes an utterly delectable sight, and even in your own blissed-out haze, you can still appreciate how lucky you are.
“Are you close?” you ask, and your voice sounds a bit strained now too; you’ve been stroking yourself in time with the sinful noises tumbling from his lips, but his desire is contagious. You nearly sigh in relief when he nods, and his eyes flicker towards the camera. Even in the slightly dimmed lighting of his room, you can see the wet sheen over his eyes, the glistening tears dotting his lashes.
“I’m sorry, I can’t–” he breaks off with another broken moan, and his body shakes even more, and you recognize the faint sounds of squeaking mattress springs now, too. “–it feels too good, fuck me, please–!” and with a final groan of your name, he comes, spilling across his hand and up the heaving slope of his tummy. He teases himself until he gasps from the sensitivity and he's completely emptied.
The sight of his lean, trembling body suddenly covered in the mess of his desire for you pulls you over the edge, and your breath punches from your lungs with the sheer force of it. Your eyes slip closed when you wring the last ounce of pleasure from your body, and he whispers praise and encouragement in your ear: you're so lovely, look at you, come on, dear one, that's it–
When you blink dazedly back into awareness and your hand falls away from your oversensitized skin, you realize his end of the call is quiet. You glance with embarrassment towards your phone, and you both share shy smiles. He cleaned up while you were coming down from your own high, and he looks sleepy but content. He sighs dreamily and despite everything you've done tonight, that is what makes your cheeks grow warm. He makes an aborted gesture to reach for your face on the screen, and your heart melts with affection for him.
I miss you so much goes unsaid between you.
“I’ll be home tomorrow after the meetings here are finished,” he reminds you quietly, and you nod your head against the pillow.
“I can’t wait,” you admit with a bashful smile, and he looks as happy as you feel.
“Me neither,” he whispers. “Good night, dear one.”
It's normal to leave the call open while you drift off to sleep. After your breathing slows when you fall asleep, he still can't look away. He watches you just a little longer until he finally disconnects the call.
The sound of someone coming throughthe door breaks the tranquil silence of your lazy Saturday morning. The soft thumps against the wall concern you, but you peer around the corner of the front hall; your confused expression breaks into a grin when you recognize who it is.
Karasu closes the door with his foot while he tries to balance his armfuls of luggage and his laptop bag. He grumbles in annoyance when one of his bags slips off his shoulder and falls to the ground, but his head shoots up when he realizes you're watching him from the end of the hallway. Suddenly his baggage doesn’t seem that important, and he drops it all haphazardly and strides towards you.
“Good morning,” you greet him happily, “I thought you weren’t coming back until this after–mmph!”
He cuts off your greeting abruptly when he cups both your cheeks in his hands and kisses you. His lips move against you insistently, and the surprised noise you make in the back of your throat turns into a soft moan when he licks into your mouth. He crowds you against the wall and slots a thigh between your legs, and when you break the heated kiss with a gasp, he peppers soft kisses along your jaw.
“Someone’s a little needy today,” you tease him, but your breathlessness betrays your own eagerness. You smooth down the front of his suit with your palms, and he shudders at your touch. His eyes start to glow with the same lustful admiration from the night before, and the slanted tilt to his lips looks hungry.
“I told you I couldn’t wait,” he murmurs, voice thickened with desire, and he leads you by hand toward the bedroom.
BELPHEGOR x gn!Reader
0.6k Words | NSFW | Making out in a semi-public space, teasing, cursing, slight degradation
-> Prompt: "You're good at this."
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Belphie’s rumbling groan vibrates against your lips. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”
You hum and slot your mouths together again, and your tongue flicks teasingly against his. He tries to lick into your mouth, but you pull away with a grin when he whines at you.
He must’ve fallen asleep on the couch watching something on the television earlier; when you found him, he was asleep with his head tilted back against the cushions.
You slid onto his lap and straddled his thighs. Your first instinct was to tickle him awake, but the pale, unmarked expanse of his throat was too tempting. You brushed your lips over the sensitive skin. He shifted slightly underneath you, and your daring kisses grew bolder. You nipped at his skin and licked over the little pink marks your teeth made. You smiled against his neck when his hands gripped your waist. His eyes blinked open, glazed with lust tempered by the faintest hint of sleep.
All you know is that he’s not asleep anymore, and he doesn’t seem content with just kissing now. His hands dip under the waist of your pants and grab the soft flesh of your ass. He tries to rut up against you while pushing down to grind against his hardening cock. You huff in amusement, purposefully raising up on your knees to deny him the friction he craves.
He swears under his breath and he tilts his head like he’s considering what to do with you. “We can go to your room if you’re worried about getting caught,” Belphie suggests innocently. He doesn’t care if his brothers find you impaled on his cock while you ride him, but he knows you do. He leans forward and drags his nose against your neck so he can scent you, but it only makes the burning ache inside him grow hotter.
Your own resolve is cracking, but you try to keep the game going a little bit longer. You hum and pretend to ponder his proposal, and you sigh like you're bored. His eyes flash menacingly, but you're not paying attention. “Maybe later. I heard that new documentary series was really interesting—”
Your yelp turns into giggles when you suddenly find yourself rolled underneath him on your back, and part of you feels delighted by how irritated his expression is.
One of your legs dangles limply off the edge of the couch, but you bend your knee and hook your leg over his hip. You wiggle your hips invitingly the same moment you try to nudge him down, but his hands grip your waist to hold you still.
“You just wanted to make me beg, didn’t you? Such a little cocktease,” he murmurs, and there’s something dark and taunting about the way his lips curl into a sneer. He leans over you and you feel the air around you shift. From the corner of your eyes, you see his horns curl into existence; the soft tip of his tail creeps between your legs.
You bite your lip instead of answering, and his eyes darken even more when he catches the grin that tugs at the corner of your lips. “Perhaps.”
You gasp when he rocks his hips against you, and this time, you can't pull away so easily. He leans forward so his chest is crushing against your own, and you feel wonderfully smothered by his body warming yours from the inside out. One of his hands slides up and under your shirt, and the other flicks playfully at the button of your jeans. You whimper against his lips when he kisses you, and he nips at your jaw.
“Should’ve gone to your room while we had the chance,” he warns you, fake innocence dripping from his voice, and when his hand slides into your underwear and strokes the edge of your arousal, he muffles your moan with a rough, biting kiss.
Okay so I like how some of the songs in Nightbringer sound (particularly Arcadia, Hungry Six Pack, No. 1, and Crazy For You) but I had never listened to any of the character songs before
So when looked them up on Spotify I was initially like "yay they're on here AND they're the full songs!!"
And then
Dear god
They sound so SLOW
Going from the character songs in Nightbringer to listening to the songs on Spotify is like when you're on a 50mph highway then turn onto a 20mph road.
Hey so fun fact: if you generally suck at rhythm games and decide to play a little bit before bed, do NOT jump straight into an Extreme level without warming up first. Just fyi.
LUCIFER x gn!Reader
0.3k Words | NSFW | Kissing & Suggestive Content
-> Prompt: Kissing Against a Wall
The discomfort of the House of Lamentation’s front door scraping against your back fades, replaced by the bittersweet taste of Demonus on your lips and Lucifer's warm chest pressed against your own. The hallway is dark and the bare traces of cloudy moonlight illuminate his face when he pulls back to let you catch your breath. The deep crimson of his eyes look almost black, and his lips quirk up when you stare at him, breathless with need and awestruck by how beautiful he is.
You were only in the human world for a few days. Did he really miss you that much? You don’t realize you wondered that out loud until he huffs in amusement against your neck.
“I always miss you when your gone,” he purrs against your ear, and you have no doubt it’s intentional when his lips graze the sensitive skin that makes you shudder in his hold.
The dark amber drink might have loosened his tongue, but his desire for you is obvious without it. One of his hands gropes your thigh, holding you firmly in place where your legs are wrapped around him. His other hand cradles the back of your neck and draws you closer to him, giving into the desperate temptation to coax your mouth open with searing kisses.
The slick glide of his wet lips against yours is punctuated by his deep groans and your soft sighs. You don't want to break the kiss to tell him what you want next; you squeeze your thighs which draws him even closer and hope he gets the hint.
He grunts when his arousal grinds against you, and a sharp growl is your only warning before he pulls you away from the wall. His arms wrap around you and he carries you towards his room. He teases you with whispers of all the delightfully sinful punishments he has planned for you. When he finally lays you down in the bed you share, the lust in your eyes mirrors his own.
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