#seducemedemonwar

[overlyobsessivegamergirl]

Matthew: Would you rather die or...

Damien: Die

Matthew: But I didn't finish ye-

Damien: I want to D I E

[rosegoldenskies]

Mathew when he taste the most delicious cake ever.🍰🎂

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Erik’s Favorite Pick-up Lines

1.)  I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together. 

2.)  Is your name Google? Because you have everything I’ve been searching for.

3.)  Hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.

4.)  There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can’t take them off you.

5.)  I must be in a museum because you truly are a work of art.

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I wouldn't exactly call this a rant, more like a sad talk. A sad chat is what I’ll call it. So periodically I go through who I follow and I unfollow people who haven’t posted in 4+ months. But as I was scrolling through, I began to see the names of my old Tumblr friends from probably a year ago were the ones who hadn’t posted in months. It just kinda made me sad that these people who I grew my account with were no longer active. Even if we hadn’t talked in months, I still care about them. Honestly, I’ve never had any Tumblr friends like them, and I very much miss them. All of the people who I used to DM daily are no longer active. Idk this was just a sad realization of mine, thanks for reading.

                                                                              -Love Morgan <3

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Sam’s Favorite Pick-Up Lines

1.)  Do I know you? ‘Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend

2.)  Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.

3.)  For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on.

4.)  Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.

5.)  Was your dad a boxer? Because damn, you’re a knockout! 

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Diana and MC Aesthetic

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Incubi’s favorite Swimsuits (requested)

James: High waisted Black Bikini

Erik: A red monokini

Sam: Green Bikini

Matthew: Blue One-Piece 

Damien: Cute patterned Tankini

**Bonus**

Diana: Mismatch purple bikini

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Ice Cream Idiot (Erik X Y/N) *Request*

"Erik, should I get a banana split or a creamsicle?" I asked, considering both options.

"I don't know, princess. It's your ice cream." He replied, figuring out what he wanted.

"But you usually steal some of mine anyway, so I'd assume I'd give you the choice this time," I said teasing. But it was the truth. We could not be more like a couple when we had food together. I stole his fries, and he spoons fed me his soup. We could not be more barf-worthy if we tried.

"I don't ALWAYS steal your ice cream..." He trailed off, verbally admitting defeat to the truth. "Well, you steal mine as well princess,"

"That is true," I said, with a small smirk on my face. Erik ordered for me, deciding my fate. He had my life in his hands. This one decision could mean life or death. Or it could just mean a ruined Saturday or not.

The woman at the stand brought out one rocky-road and one creamsicle. Erik handed my ice cream quickly, afraid of its fragile nature of melting. We walked to the nearby park and settled next to each other on a park bench. We both enjoyed our iced sweets in silence for a few moments.

My creamsicle was very cold, almost too cold. I offered some to Erik and he bit off the tip. He offered me him but I turned him down. I wasn't in the mood for rock-road. We ate our sweets quietly.

"You look so cute eating your ice cream, Y/N," Erik said, a sweet look in his eyes. I tried to smile while I had ice cream in my mouth, and that didn't work out so well. A part of my ice cream fell out of my mouth and onto my shorts, staining them as they melted. Erik broke out into laughter.

"Stop laughing at me and get me some napkins!" I demanded, my pride a little bit hurt. He ran off the stand to go grab me some napkins.

Erik arrived with the hoped-for napkins. Even as much as I wiped, the ice cream still stained. A giant orange blob was on my shorts. I looked like a child who has no eye-hand coordination.

Erik and I finished our treats talking about nothing important. Or at least it seemed that way since all I could think about was my damn stain. We both got up from the picnic table and headed on our way back to the mansion. My stain was even more prominent exposed to direct sunlight.

"I look like an idiot," I said as I pouted my lips. Erik then wrapped his arm around my shoulders and shoved my face into his chest a bit.

"Yeah, well at least you're my idiot." He said with a chuckle as he planted a kiss on my forehead. At least he knew how to make me feel a little bit better.