━ let's climax together.

indie Belial of Granblue Fantasy. extremely not work safe.

[dvplicia]

hey there’s a trash can to the left with your name on it

@hiberus

   “Aw, I only see you here. A good looking man like you shouldn’t put himself down so much.”

[dvplicia]

:^)

@luciface

    “Hm… no good. You called yourself an actor, right? Show me your best scowl. I’m asking for a friend.” The friend is himself.

[dvplicia]

SINGULARITY.

               geez, his choice of words really did always tick her off.  though, that was probably the reason why he spoke like that – or at least part of the reason.   her hand clenched, letting out her irritation with a hard squeeze, digging her nails into her palms.  once calm, her grip loosens, her hand moving to rest on her hip.  

                       “ i’m not afraid of you, belial.   never have been and never will be. ”

    Eyes narrow in delight, her irritation immediately noticeable to him and even prompting laughter. Damn, if she continued to look at him like that, he isn’t sure he’ll be able to last.  “That’s the spirit! It’d be no fun if you cowered from me -- I want this tryst to be enjoyable for the both of us. Submission so easy is a bore, don’t you think, Singularity?”

Belial can be a hard worker when he wants to be --- if she wasn’t afraid of him now, he’d just have to do a better job of breaking her. It’s the challenge that makes her such a tasty treat.

[unmachinea]

@dvplicia

IT  ACHED  AND  IT  HURT.  He could feel like any other. There was pain, physical, the sensory codes and algorithms that allows him to feel, whether it be pleasant of otherwise. But that wasn’t it. The pain radiated from within, mechanical heart awakened in a mechanized eden. For away from a sense of ‘home’. These things, these feelings were not the feelings one has when pinched or pet. It swells inside the chest cavity, or in his case, everywhere stemming from the skull. It was odd, he didn’t like it. But Eve was more or less preoccupied by other, more pressing matters. 

A finger trailed down the man’s chest, feeling, poking and prodding with great anticipation that something would burst. That whatever water and fluids this beast was made from would rupture, showing off the guts and gore he learned about when studying anatomy halfheartedly. His skin felt different from his own. Soft, organic, warm in a different way. Brows furrowed only deeper.   ❝  You’re just like them. I know all this already! You’re just like humans, but you still say you’re not.  ❞

[dvplicia]

    The glide of curious fingers against his skin almost had him shivering in a wicked, debauched sort of delight, but Belial remained patiently still, and bore a similarly curious look to his own countenance. An all too cordial smile adorned his features next, lips a gentle curve, inhuman crimson eyes warm. “We’re alike enough in appearance, maybe, but all similarities stop there. You can touch me more than that if you aren’t convinced --- I promise I’m not as soft and squishy as I look.” Perhaps, he thought --- and didn’t say, for all that he was tempted --- the young man before him might find a pleasant surprise if he were to cut him open and examine his insides himself. Not a bad suggestion, but one he kept to himself for now.

Still, the proclaimed fallen angel remained where he was.

“I’m more than happy to let you feel me up, but I can’t always be on the receiving end. I’m curious about you, too. You look human the same way that I look human.” Belial tilted his head, “But there’s something different about you --- something unique, and that fascinates me.”

A brazen hand reached forward, consequence be damned, and settled upon a shoulder. Inwardly, he marveled at the feeling of the skin beneath his hand. Outwardly, the cordial smile remained. “You can tell me what to call you, to start.”

[dvplicia]

     ✧ glorybond

     “There she is. You had me worried I was too much for you.” Lips curve into a devilish smile as he peers down at the Singularity, amusement dancing within his scarlet gaze. Belial’s head cants to the side, as if in question. “But here you are, back for another round. Maybe you like it hard and rough after all, huh?”

[dvplicia]

bleouranoi‌

“Mmm!! You sound like you’re having fun, Belial-san.” 

      “It’s almost too much already... All this fun is gonna make me pop.”

[bleouranoi]

dvplicia replied to your post: “…Two Belials….”

“Twice the fun, isn’t it?”

“It sounds like trouble to me, Belial-san!” 

[dvplicia]

    “Honestly sounds like the same thing to me~ Is it really so bad?”

[lechors-deactivated20201120]

You look tasty. ♡

“Right back at ya big boy~”

[sosacharrine-deactivated2016100]

[hollowpoint13]

Romance

[teerofinale]

Are you a top or bottom?

I’m an experience

[dvplicia]

             ✦ @rebellisus liked for a starter

     ❝That’s a mean face, Sandy. If you keep that up and it might stick.❞ As if mulling something over, though, Belial pauses with a cant of his head to the side. A wider smile tugs at his lips --- Sandalphon, knowing the fallen angel, could it infer that it suggests nothing good is about to leave them. ❝Though, I guess it has already. No wonder you haven’t lost your v-card.❞ 

There’s a laugh, as if he were sharing a joke with a good friend. ❝You used to be so cute, you know. What a shame about that.❞

[dvplicia]

i tried to find every picture of Belial I drew

I’VE NEVER BEEN MORE HEART EYES EMOJI IN MY LIFE HELLO—-

[dvplicia]

      ✧ blightedcreator liked your post

      ❝You can be a real tease sometimes, you know.❞

[dvplicia]

      ❤ for a starter as I try to make my blog look more presentable!

[fakepriest]

dvplicia started following you

[dvplicia]

      Spank me with the word of the lord, holy man.

[loubelia-a-deactivated20230831]

"Color me curious," he says with a smile — sweet, almost too sweet to be genuine when the look in crimson eyes spell danger. When Belial speaks next he is close, and his voice a low purr as warm breath tickles the skin of the other man's neck, "Won't you play a sweet sound for me? I want to hear a good cry from you."

Danger was the one thing that got his heart pumping. The look in this man eyes sent a chill up his spine and he noticeably trembled. Such a bold thing to say; to even request out of him. If this was anyone else he might’ve shown one of his recordings from a murder but the strong gut feeling he had was saying otherwise.

He didn’t even know who this was… and yet… yet he wanted to indulge in his desires. Show him the private recordings that was meant for the ears of two. If he was thinking rationally he would’ve fought himself on the idea but the aura Belial radiated was intoxicating him. 

A low grunt of pleasure falls from his lip as his fingers shakily snap a conque into his hands. His eyes drop down to look at the shell before returning to analyze the others face. “I’ll give you a sneak peak of a sound so joyous. It’s never been heard by the ears of any yet so consider yourself special.” 

The recording began to play; it was obviously of Lobelia but there was tons of grunts, and moans of both pleasure and pain. The faint sound of what seemed to be shuffling happened and it had been followed by the sound of slicing. The noises he had been making from the recording became more intense.

Lobelia in the now was reacting to himself. His tongue runs along his bottom lip as his body had began to shake. His face became more noticeably flushed and there was a certain look of lust in his eyes. 

His fingers somehow managed to snap and the conque had disappeared right before it reached the climax of the recording. Lobelia was breathing a little heavier than before and it was clear that he wasn’t going to calm down anytime soon.

“How was it? My sounds? “ He purrs quietly, leaning into Belial as his hand moved to rest against his chest. “ If you so desire… the same scenario in the recording can be recreated. “

[dvplicia]

gimme your scythe.

@fsyta

     “Are you certain you can handle it, Singularity?”

His voice comes from behind her, hands resting at her shoulders, head dipping to press into the side of Djeeta’s. “All that power filling you to the brim --- overstimulating, yet still leaving you wanting and begging for more.” The way his hands squeeze, gentle it may be, could be far from comforting. Belial’s voice is as sweet as honey --- meant to catch flies. “It could drive you mad, you know.”

He lets out a chuckle.

“But if you want me that badly, I can hardly say no.”