It drives me insane, just activates something visceral, and I finally realized why. It's not just an appropriately placed close up shot to denote intimacy between Gabriel and Beelzebub, it's a fuck damn pov shot.
Gabriel is not dressed in accordance to his preferences, he is borrowing Aziraphale's clothes. And Beezlebub, well lets just say a black blazer is a black blazer, not exactly the easiest thing in the world to differentiate. Just looking at those hands joining, the individual identities of their owners melts away. The moment could have so easily belonged to Aziraphale and Crowley... and it's just- it's... it's just like the Rats of Nimh. They've seen this sign everyday for almost their whole lives, and have never once known what it says. They can make inferences, use context clues, wherever they are, it seems to be too so it must be about them, but they couldn't ever know for sure. Until one day, without warning, they looked at the words, and understood them.
And the sign communicated a way out.
Aziraphale and Crowley are the first of their kind. I don't think we really appreciate or understand how utterly unfathomable what they feel for each other is in their lived contexts, even to them. All this painful fear, all these lengths they go to, all to keep safe this precious experience they don't even have the language to name. It's not just unallowed, it's unreal. So then just imagine what the actual fuck they must be feeling when they see someone else... just fucking do it. Just like that. An angel and a demon. In love. Intimate, affectionate, in front of heaven, in front of hell, in front of humanity, in front of GOD, and She knows who the hell else.
For literally the first time, they’re seeing the things they feel for each other exist in others like them.
Beel x GN!Reader || Week Three || Day Twenty || Creampie, Bottom Reader
A/N: fun fact: beel is one of my favorites, yet this is my first time writing for him
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“C’mon baby, just a little more. You can do it inside this time.”
Fingers lighter than a feather, you drag the tips over the sweaty expanse of your lover's skin. Despite the slightness of the touch, he trembles, eyes shut tight and mouth pressed close, as though the deprivation would mute the pleasure.
“Beel, baby, darling… I want to feel you. Don't you want to fill me up?”
You flex your walls around the tip of his cock, biting back a smirk at the way he flinches. He refuses to speak, or look at you, but you can tell by the way his skin gets hotter that he's taking in every word you say.
You rock your hips just a little bit, and continue.
“I want you inside me so badly, lover… I want you to cum inside, and watch it drip out of me. I want you to stuff it back inside with your fingers, with your tongue... make me use my own fingers…”
You sigh, getting yourself off on the thought alone. Beel whimpers.
I want to watch you watch me need you,” You gasp out, taking him just a little bit deeper, “Wanna see you whine when it slips out, wanna see you leak and twitch and throb while I call your name and beg you to do it again.”
Strong hands find your waist and lock it in place. It doesn't stop you from flexing your hole, the muscles wrapping just as tight around his poor throbbing cock. “I want you to cum inside, baby. Over, and over, and over again,” Your eyes roll back, and you struggle to continue, “Until you can't fit anymore of you inside me.”
Blunt nails turn to sharp claws, a low growl meets your ear, and a tell-tale throb are the harbingers of Beel’s peak. You moan loud, shameless, calling his name and thanking him in a thousand ways for his generosity. It's an effort, but you keep your eyes open, your orgasm that much more intense while watching his. He's got his head thrown back, with his canines cutting into his lip so hard it might bleed as he shakes and shudders. The hottest part wasn't even the way he gripped you, or even the throaty way he called your name under his breath like a mantra as he came.
No, none of those— the hottest part was the slow way he shoved his cock steadily deeper, until he was cumming directly into your core, pouring every last drop of him into the deepest part of you.
Pairing: ObeyMe!Beelzebub x Plus-Sized!F!Reader
Category: Fluff/Smut
Tags: Some Hurt/Comfort, Dirty Talk, Foreplay, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Marking, Size Difference/Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Slight Mating Press, Creampie (You Know the Drill - Wrap Before You Tap)
Word Count: 4.2k+
Summary: After overhearing Beelzebub's crush on you, the two of you reconcile in your room. What begins as a confession turns into something more.
It was well known throughout the Devildom that Beelzebub loves something even more than food…and that’s a curvaceous, thick woman.
Not just a little chub: the whole deal. Love handles. No thigh gap. A cute, pudgy belly. Stretch marks etched and dancing across a woman’s skin. He practically drooled at the thought of such a body…at the thought of you. You had come to the Devildom a few weeks ago as part of the exchange program. The second Beelzebub saw you, he had to contain himself. It didn’t help that you were always so kind and sweet. Your soft, gentle words always made Beel feel weak in the knees.
“So Beel, any cute succubi catching your eye?” Asmodeus lilted while gently nudging his elbow into Beelzebub’s side. It was dinner time at the House of Lamentation, the other brothers all seated around the table and munching on their cuisine. Beelzebub sighed, his indigo eyes flashing with annoyance.
“Nah, not really,” he shrugged before stuffing another burger into his face.
“Eh? Really? Nobody at all?” Asmodeus pouted, his lips curled down with dissatisfaction.
“Oh come on, Asmo. We all know Beel’s one true love is food,” Mammon smirked. All of the brothers have ceased their side conversations, all of them now casting their glances at Beelzebub. The room was filled with a pregnant pause as Beelzebub sighed. His stoic facade remained even as the thought of you popped into his head.
“Well, there might be someone…” he rumbled beneath his breath. Asmodeus gasped and nearly fell out of his chair. Leviathan’s eyes widened while Mammon’s smirk remained.
“WHAT?! Oh my GOD you have to tell me now! Who is it?!” the avatar of Lust squealed. Beelzebub frowned and slightly shifted his chair away from his older brother. “Oh come on, don’t be like that,” Asmodeus groaned and rolled his eyes. Beelzebub continued to chew on his burger while shifting his eyes left and right.
“Promise you won’t tell?” he muttered. Asmodeus beamed and held up his hands.
“I promise. Now, tell me who this lucky succubi is,” the brother made a shooing motion with his hand while wearing a smug smirk. Beelzebub sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“It’s…(Y/N),” he mumbled. Asmodeus’ eyebrows shot up as he tilted his head, the other brothers leaning in closer like a pack of wolves.
“Hm? Who?” he asked and raised his hand to his ear. Beelzebub grumbled, his cheeks dusted with a soft, pink hue.
“I said it’s (Y/N),” he said much louder this time. Asmodeus’ eyes grew wide before a sly smirk crept over his features. Leviathan gasped while Mammon’s smug grin faded.
“What’s with all of the dramatic faces?” Beelzebub huffed.
“Turn around,” Leviathan squeaked. Beel continued to wear a puzzled look while he slowly turned his head. His blood ran cold when he saw you standing at the entrance to the dining room. Your eyes were dilated as your hands trembled against the plate you held.
“(Y-Y/N),” Beelzebub breathed as immediately he rose from his seat. His food was long forgotten on the table as he approached you. “How much of that did you hear?” he asked, his throat feeling tight with every step he took.
“Everything…I think,” you replied while averting his gaze. He watched as one of your hands slid to rub the back of your neck. His eyes trailed over every dip and curve, every contour of your uniform. He quickly shook his head and cleared his throat.
“Uh, I know this is sudden and all, but-“ he paused when his eyes caught a glimpse of Asmodeus recording him with his phone. “Hey!” Beelzebub bellowed. His brother cackled before scurrying off.
“Worth it!” Asmodeus’ voice trilled through the air as he ran into the hall. Beelzebub groaned and shook his head.
“Sorry, I just-“ he paused, the empty sight before him making his heart sink.
Where in the world did you go?
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You panted heavily while slamming the door behind you. You ran a hand through your hair as you paced back and forth in your room. As you wrung your hands together, your heart continued to pound in your ears.
You couldn’t believe it…he liked you. Beelzebub actually liked you.
A small smile crept onto your face before you wiggled with excitement. The warmth growing in your chest began to take root deep inside and blossom into a flower of affection.
Just before you went to grab your DDD, there was a soft rapt on your door. You froze, your feet glued to the rug as you held your breath.
“(Y/N)? You in there?” Beelzebub’s low voice muffled through the wooden door. You scrambled over to your vanity, quickly fixing your hair before turning around. With a deep breath, you slowly opened the door. Your eyes locked with his own, his lips drawn in a flat, straight line as he tilted his head.
Both of you stared at one another for what felt like an eternity, your heart continuing to thrum incessantly.
“Uh, can I come in?” he asked and tilted his head up. You blinked.
“O-Oh! Yes, of course,” you gasped and stepped aside. You could see a faint smile ghosting his features while he strolled inside. His eyes scanned around the room as you gently shut the door. You held your hands in front of you as a heavy silence filled the room.
“So…” Beelzebub began.
“So,” you repeated with a small chuckle. Beelzebub’s smile grew at the sound of your bubbly laughter.
“Um, about before,” he grunted and let his hands rest at his side. Your eyes lit up as your heart skipped a beat.
“Yeah, that was…” your brain struggled to find the right words. Beelzebub’s hand twitched as he inhaled sharply.
“Listen, I-I hope this won’t make things too awkward between us,” he spoke, a certain gentleness cascading from his voice. You smiled softly as you once again met his gaze.
“I don’t think it will,” you said as you stepped closer, his massive form towering over you. The corners of his lips curved up as he beamed down at you. And suddenly, his warm smile disappeared.
“Why’d you run away before?” he asked. Dread soon replaced warmth that filled the cavity within your chest. You tightly gripped your hands together.
“Well,” you sighed and glanced down at the floor. A few moments passed before you could finally speak again. “I just…I’ve never really had anyone tell me that they’ve liked me before,” you sighed and sat on the edge of your bed. The mattress squeaked beneath you while your hands fell to your sides. You watched as Beelzebub’s dark boots came into view. The remnants of tears stung at your eyes as he slowly took your chin into his large, warm hands. He slowly tilted your head up and brushed his thumb over your plump cheek.
“I like you, (Y/N). I like you so much, not even the food of the Celestial Realm can compare to how much I adore you,” he murmured gently, his purple eyes holding a new softness to them. You sniffed, tears welling and trickling down your face. With every tear that fell, his thumbs were there to wipe each one away. You felt your cheeks burn, your heart stuttering at him seeing you like this.
“I’m sorry, I’m such a mess,” you choked. Beelzebub hummed and leaned down. You felt a wave of warmth wash over you as he brought his lips to the crown of your head.
“You’re not a mess,” he reassured gently while his hands drifted to your shoulders. You sniffed and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Beelzebub grunted and nearly folded on top of you as he fumbled. You buried your face into his rugged stomach, squeezing him tightly as his arms slowly draped over you. He gently rubbed your head, his long fingers stroking through the strands of your hair.
A gentle quiet returned as the two of you held each other close. Beelzebub eventually cleared his throat, his arms sliding down to caress your own.
“Um, this may sound weird, but can I…touch your stomach?” he asked while shifting in place. You paused and pursed your lips.
“I mean, I don’t see why not,” you shrugged. “But thank you for asking,” you added with a smile. Beelzebub gulped before his hands slid over your round, puffy belly. You could’ve sworn you heard him groan as he took two handfuls of your fluff and gave it a tender squeeze. The feeling made something stir deep inside you…something you’ve only felt when you were alone pleasuring yourself.
“And your hips?” Beelzebub asked as he slowly sank to his knees. His eyes glistened with deep admiration while his hands remained gripping your stomach. You swallowed thickly and parted your lips.
“Y-Yes, that’s fine,” you breathed. Beelzebub nodded, both of you moaning softly as his palms smoothed over your belly and cupped your love handles. His hot breath fell against the pulse of your neck as he licked his lips, the sound making your knees nearly knock together.
“And your thighs?” the demon rumbled with a hungry, pleading look. You nodded, your legs already slightly spread apart.
“Please…touch me, Beelzebub,” you sighed softly. He nodded, his face remaining stoic as the demon’s fingertips traced over the curves of your voluptuous hips to the valley of your plush thighs. Your legs quivered as he leaned up, his lips dancing over the column of your neck while his hands smoothed over the top of your skirt.
“There’s so much of you to love,” Beelzebub murmured, his mouth dancing over your pulse. You moaned while he gently pecked your skin with his lips, his hands resting on your knees. “And I want to love every inch of it,” he rumbled lowly as he pulled his head back. His gaze burned into yours as the two of you panted heavily.
“Will you let me love you, (Y/N)?” Beelzebub asked as his fingertips played with the edge of your skirt. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears while you took a deep, shaky breath.
“Yes,” you murmured softly at first before clearing your throat. “Yes please, Beel,” you said as you let your legs spread a little wider. That was all it took before Beelzebub’s lips crashed against yours. You gasped as he pinned you to the bed, your lips tied in a hungry, feverish dance as your fingers tangled in his thick, ginger hair.
Beelzebub moaned as his hands eagerly slid beneath your skirt, his fingers splayed against the dimple and stretch marks on your legs. He groaned against your mouth as he pushed your skirt up even higher. You shivered at his touch, your panties almost on full display as you felt heat pooling in your core. Beelzebub’s hot breath mingled with yours as his hands suddenly stopped.
“Can I touch you here?” he asked and rested his fingertips against your breasts. You parted your lips and nodded, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears.
“Yes,” you said with a breathy sigh. A ghost of a smile fell over his rugged features as he lowered his head. You moaned as he traced his lips over your neck while his hands wandered across the expanse of your chest.
“Mm, I can’t get enough of you,” Beelzebub said with a ragged breath. You whined as he gently fondled your breasts. Beel’s lips wandered to your collarbone as he hastily unbuttoned your top. A soft cry of pleasure fell from your lips as he slowly ground his hips against yours, your legs shaking as you felt his hard bulge caress your covered pussy.
“A-Ah, Beel,” you moaned as he nearly tore your shirt open. Your back arched as he latched his mouth to one of your plush mounds. Both of you groaned as he tugged at your bra, your breasts spilling out as a great heat swept over your body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said reverently while fondling and squeezing your thick breasts. You moaned as he continued to grind his thick, hard bulge against your core. Each ragged swipe of his hips made your need grow and swell deep inside you. You mewled as he puckered his warm lips around your hardened nipple. A soft gasp escaped you as he tenderly rolled your bud against his hot, wet tongue, his hands eagerly kneading the flesh of your soft breasts.
“Need you so bad, need to taste you,” he groaned as his mouth left your nipple with a soft, wet ‘pop’. He licked his lips as his hips stilled against yours. “Will you let me taste you, (Y/N)?” he grunted, his chin resting in the valley of your breasts. You nodded, gaze half-lidded and body trembling with desire.
“Yes…yes please,” you mewled and stubbornly rubbed your hips against his. Beelzebub chuckled, the sound making you shiver as his large hands lingered over your thighs. With bated breath you watched as he kissed down your puffy tummy, his fingertips grazing over your wet core.
“So wet for me already,” he groaned as his lips reached below your belly. You gasped as he pressed his thumb against your needy, swollen clit. Your legs trembled as pleasure flooded your body, your sighs growing heavy as he circled his thumb around your bud. “Y’like that, hm?” Beelzebub murmured. You nearly saw stars when you felt him pluck at the band of your panties with his teeth, his forehead brushing against the pudge of your stomach as he tugged on your underwear.
“Please, don’t stop,” you begged him, your fingers gripping his bright, orange locks as he pulled your garment down your thick thighs. A low moan escaped his throat as his gaze landed on your soaked, aching cunt. You sighed when he used his hands to pull your underwear the rest of the way down your slightly trembling legs, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You nearly choked as he dove between your legs and inhaled deeply, his mouth pressed against your lower lips.
“God, you smell so good,” he moaned. A spark of pleasure flew through you as Beelzebub traced his tongue along your weeping slit, his muscle gliding in between your puffy lower lips. You squealed and dug your nails into his scalp, allowing a husky moan to leave both of you. “Mmm, you taste even better,” the demon grunted before snaking his muscular arms around your thighs. Your body jolted as he stuffed his face right into your pussy, his tongue hungrily lapping at your nectar as he pinned your legs to the bed.
“O-Oh God, Beel!” you panted and threw your head back as he moved his head side to side, rubbing some of your juices over his face. Beelzebub moaned, the sound vibrating against your hot core as you felt your walls tighten around nothing. Your toes curled as he messily dug his nose into your clit, the friction sending a delectable bolt of pleasure up your spine.
“Don’t stop, k-keep going,” you cried as you eagerly rubbed your hips against his face. The demon grunted before his tongue gently stroked against your entrance. Your mouth circled into a perfect “O” shape as he slipped his tongue inside you. “Yes!” you wailed as your hips stuttered. His grip on your legs loosened as he thrusted his tongue into your dripping heat. Each languid stroke made you gasp and cry out his name like a broken prayer.
“B-Beel,” you gasped, your legs nearly clamping down on his head as you felt the muscles in your stomach begin to grow tight. Moans fell past your parted lips as he sloppily kissed and sucked over your labia, his tongue diving into your entrance. Your eyes rolled back as he insatiably slurped your juices into his gaping mouth like a parched man.
“Beel, ‘m so close,” you moaned, your nails desperately clutching his ginger locks. At the sound of your voice, he instantly began to thrust his tongue even deeper inside of you. Your voice cracked as your hips jolted forward. “Beelzebub!” you screamed as your gummy walls gripped his tongue. Your vision blurred as a wave of ecstasy coursed through your body, your form trembling as the cord deep inside your core snapped. Your hips ground against his face as you quaked with your sweet release.
Slowly, you drifted back down from your high, your legs still shaking as Beelzebub placed a few, quick pecs to your drenched cunt.
“So fucking good,” Beelzebub exhaled shakily. You caught sight of him as he lifted his head: his disheveled hair from your grip, his half-lidded, indigo gaze…the way your slick glistened off the lower half of his face. All of it nearly sent you over the edge again, especially when he slowly drew his tongue across his lips. “I could eat your pussy for hours,” he groaned and gave a long, wet lick across your slit. Your hips jolted as he chuckled.
“But there’s a problem,” he said with a small pout as he slowly pulled back. Your eyes trailed down his shirt before you saw it. His massive, bulging cock straining against his pants. Your eyes widened as you bit your lip. “I’m sorry, I know I’m…er, big,” Beelzebub coughed into his hand as he averted his gaze, his cheeks still flushed from before. You smiled and shifted on your mattress, slowly crawling towards him. His gaze softened as you slid your hands into his, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“It’s okay, we can figure it out together,” you softly reassured him. The demon swallowed thickly before giving a short nod.
“Right,” he murmured and squeezed your hands in return. Beelzebub’s eyes followed your hands as you traced your fingertips over his belt. He shuddered as you unbuckled it, your mouth watering as you saw his cock twitch against his slacks. Both of you sighed as you unzipped his pants, a darker spot where his precum leaked onto his briefs making your knees weak.
“You sure you still want to do this? I don’t wanna hurt you,” Beelzebub pouted as he met your gaze. You smiled softly as you curled your fingers around the band of his underwear.
“I’m more than sure, Beel. I want this…I want you,” you cooed and finally pulled down his briefs. His dick nearly slapped you against the face as it sprang free. You locked eyes with him again as you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his quivering member. Beelzebub gasped and lurched forward as you slowly stroked up and down his girth.
“A-Ah, (Y/N),” he breathed and clenched his jaw. You gave a wolfish grin as you pecked your lips over the head of his cock. The heady taste of precum washed over your tastebuds as you slid your tongue across his bulbous tip. “S-Shit,” Beelzebub groaned. You squealed as he suddenly pinned you to the bed, the messy sheets nearly enveloping you as you sank into the mattress. You both panted heavily as your hand continued to eagerly stroke his thick, veiny shaft.
“(Y/N)...I need you,” he grunted before spreading your plump legs apart. The cold rush of air against your pussy was quickly replaced with the burning tip of his cock wetly kissing your entrance.
“I’m gonna go slow, m’kay?” Beelzebub murmured as he delicately traced his fingers against your cheek. His gaze was so soft, so tender that you felt like you could melt in their warmth. You nodded and took a deep breath, letting your legs remain wide open as he steadied himself.
“Okay,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. With that, Beelzebub slowly began to sink his thick cock into your tight, velvety walls. Your mouth fell open as you curled your toes, the sheer size and girth of his dick making you tense.
“You okay?” he murmured with furrowed brows. You swallowed and nodded, feeling as if he were already reaching into the depths of your stomach and he wasn’t even half-way inside of you.
“I-I’m okay,” you said with a cracked voice. Beelzebub frowned, gently kissing your cheek.
“We can stop at any time,” he reassured you with a low whisper. You gulped and laid your hands on his broad shoulders.
“Just take it slow like you said,” you murmured into his ear. You felt him nod against your cheek before he rested his forehead against yours. Your combined moans filled the air as he drew his hips back, his cock gliding out of your tight heat. Your jaw went slack as he slowly drove his dick back inside, each dip and vein on his shaft caressing every inch of your canal.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” Beelzebub moaned as his breath mingled with yours. Each drag of his heavy cock made your toes curl and body shudder with bliss. The slight pressure slowly melted into pure pleasure as he gently rocked his hips.
“B-Beel, feels so good,” you mewled and kissed his lips, the taste of yourself coating your tongue as your mouths embraced. You sighed into the kiss as you felt his hand wander down the expanse of your stomach. Your eyes shot open as he drew sloppy circles around your swollen clit.
“Mm!” you gasped, your core pulsing with an aching ecstacy as he rubbed your throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Love all the noises you make,” Beelzebub mumbled against your mouth as he began to pump his hips a little faster. A rush of energy surged through you as you felt his other hand raise your leg up, pressing it against your plump belly and breast.
“Wanna hear you moan my name,” he panted with an insatiable look in his eyes. Your chest heaved as you felt the knot in your belly begin to tighten.
“B-Beelzebub,” you gasped and dug your nails into his shoulders. Beelzebub grunted as your walls fluttered around his length.
“Please say it again,” he huffed as he began to circle your clit even faster. You moaned as you felt your muscles tighten even more, the tip of his cock now pressed against your cervix.
“Beelzebub!” you gasped as he sank all the way inside you. Your head began to spin as you felt his heavy balls slap against your wetness, the bed creaking beneath his vigorous thrusts.
“(Y/Y-N), shit, ‘m gonna cum,” he sucked in a sharp breath punctuated by a quick thrust of his hips. You felt the air leave your lungs as he stuffed you full, his cock rapidly disappearing and enveloped by your stretched out and weeping pussy.
“C-Cum inside me,” you whined and lazily found his gaze. Beelzebub’s brows pinched together before he groaned.
“Fuck,” he gasped while his thrusts began to grow more ragged with each one. “Fucking feels so good, I-I’m-“
Stars flooded your vision as you felt your second high crash over you like a tidal wave of pure euphoria. Your back arched off your mattress as your walls gripped and fluttered around his throbbing girth.
“Beel,” you moaned softly as he continued to pump deep inside you.
“Almost there, baby,” he grunted, the nickname sending a shiver down your spine. His hand bruisingly gripped the back of your knee as he continued to chase his release. Your entire body bounced with every thrust, from your breasts to your stomach and thighs.
“(Y-Y/N)!” Beelzebub gasped as he drove his thick cock into your heat for the final time. Heat swept over your body when you felt hot, thick ropes of his cum flood your quivering cunt. You shuddered with bliss as you felt some of it seep out from the seam where his dick stretched your entrance wide open. You gulped for air as your grip on his shoulders loosened, the two of you panting as you caught your breaths.
Beelzebub pressed his forehead against yours before pecking your lips.
“You were incredible,” he smiled softly and kissed along your cheek. Your heartbeat stuttered at his praise as you shifted beneath him, his length still snugly fitted within your walls.
“So were you,” you beamed and cupped his cheek. Beelzebub grinned and pecked your lips again, this time letting his mouth linger on yours. The two of you released a shaky sigh as he slowly pulled out, his flaccid cock covered in your combined juices. You chuckled as he flopped onto the mattress next to you, his hand falling away from the back of your knee and resting at his side.
“So, I think it’s safe to call you my girlfriend now?” he asked with a bright, puppy-like expression. You smiled and kissed his forehead.
“I think it is,” you murmured gently. He mimicked your gentle smile and pecked your lips.
“Good. Now I can have a snack whenever I want,” he said with a slight smirk. Your cheeks flushed.
“Beel,” you groaned while he chuckled and pulled you close. You sighed, relaxing into his tender touch as he spooned you on your bed. Your breaths began to steady as the two of you closed your eyes. Soon you drifted off into a deep slumber, your arms wrapped around his as the two of you snuggled beneath the sheets.
You can tell folks who criticize the portrayal of the Seven Deadly Sins in the Hellaverse haven’t yet deconstructed Christianity’s cultural influence on them. Critics are really out here acting like the Seven Deadly Sins are even relevant in the modern age.
I mean for one thing they’re not even biblical. They were invented by a monk in the fourth century, who originally included “Sadness” on his list. A student of his edited the list down to seven, and then they were later popularized by Dante’s Divine Comedy, which most modern representations of Hell are inspired by.
For another, half of ‘em aren’t even that bad on their own. Wrath I understand as it’s anger manifesting into harm on others. Greed is literally the desire to have more than others, even take as much as possible from others.
Envy seems like it would be more self destructive in most cases, until someone acts on it and then it becomes Wrath. Pride is weird because I don’t think it’s bad on its own but could lead into one of the previous three if unchecked.
Then there’s Sloth, Gluttony and Lust. I feel in the vast majority of cases with these three are pretty harmless. Like “laziness” as a concept is something we’re currently deconstructing in progressive spaces, especially with a better understanding of depression. Gluttony I could only see being bad two ways: either overindulgence at the expense of others, which is actually Greed, or overconsumption of substances, which is a thing we call addiction and it’s a mental disorder, so I’m not too comfy calling that a sin. And Lust? People will say “what about rape?” When most of the time rape is about power, which leans it more into Wrath or Pride territory.
Point is most of the Sins are really only sins (as in actually morally bad) if a person actually acts on them with intent to harm. All Seven Sins are only universally bad in a religious culture that encourages extreme humility and subservience and discourages “earthly desires”. And the Hellaverse is clearly not interested in reinforcing actual Christian ideology. The whole point of the Hellaverse is to use Christian mythology as as the backdrop to then deconstruct it and explore those ideas through a contemporary progressive lens.
And if that isn’t your thing, don’t watch the show.
