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THE DEMON OF GLUTONNY IS TRULY AN EATER!

Beelzebub is truly an pervert.

+18, Use of aphrodisiacs without you knowing, CNC!!!! Somnophilia, stalking (?), you like him, he likes you, Beel being a perv, gender neutral reader!!! Genitialia not mentioned!! Gross behavior!! (if you aren't freaky enough :p)

Comments and reblogs appreciated!! <3

RIGHT HERE...?

Beelzebub who, at first, and honestly, wouldn't think much about you, his mind completely filled with mundane things that he loves. You were there, and that was okay.

Beelzebub who would start to get to know you better when you two unintentionally met in the kitchen in the middle of the night. Your large, frightened eyes, your sugary lips paralyzed with fear, (that it was Lucifer who caught you) quickly took on what was, in a way, distrust and "indifference," an opportunity to introduce you to the tranquil routine he led when he wasn't with his brothers.

Beelzebub who is a clingy guy, and after one or two months - and especially after you helped his other half, Belphegor - you would have your own really, really hungry, big teddy bear. His arms would be constantly searching for you no matter were you guys were.

I know this has already been mentioned, but I think his sweat would be the starting point for the perspective of a pleasant friendship and lovely company to become a deep desire to mess with you in various ways.

You would just be there, during his training sessions, all composed, with your headphones on, watching his team go back and forth, exercising, running and jumping...or reading your books on the cool mornings the field provided, and he couldn't take his eyes off you.

He feel this urge, this necessity to have something of his on you. His scent being the first thing that comes to his mind at the moment.

Beelzebub who loves to give you sweaty hugs, and loves even more nuzzling his sopping hair and forehead on your cheeks. Your giggles and your little hands - compared to his - trying to stop him from messing up your pristine figure. It's fun, you are fun.

Beelzebub who would insist on taking you to morning training sessions because they were his favorites. Especially and simply because he could see your puffy, sleepy little face, saying his name in that drawn-out way that he loved.

He would enter your room unannounced, wanting to be the first to wake you and hear your voice, seeing your face smashed against the pillow would make the sacrifice of getting out of the warm covers worthwhile, and being able to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, just to put it in his own mouth, would make the whole week worthwhile.

Beelzebub who would constantly suffer from cuteness agression. You were too cute for him to handle it. When you ask to hold his hand when crossing streets he swear he could die on the spot. When you want something from a higher shelf and you imediately go search for him, he feels like your knight in shining armor. And when is so, so cold in Devildom and you come to him with you nose running, body shaking and a ferverish skin, he is more than happy to engulf you in one of his big hoodies and go messege Solomon for what could he buy or do, to make you feel better.

Beelzebub who would buy you snacks and food constantly. Seeing your puffy cheeks filled with food is so cute. He loves teasing you about it, claiming with his blant tone that "You look like a squirrel." But truly he is imagining you hungrily sucking him off, his heavy balls slapping at you chin while you gag so beautifuly for him. Your eyes avert from his, your voice is muffled when you counter him, saying that, "It's impolite to observe how others eat!" He secretely takes a picture of the moment.

Beelzebub who is an acts of service guy. He does not say much about his feelings, he likes to think about it first to make sure he saying the right things, to make his point clear without having to overexplain himself unecessairly. And when he does talk, it's always words of encouragement, praise and loving words that makes your brain a mush mass.

But then, these and other things began to be insufficient.

Beelzebub who would actively begin entering your room several times a week under the pretext that he just wanted to cuddle. He would took the opportunity to press his torso against your back, feeling everything he could in the vulnerable state you were in. Right there, he captured every essence and fragment of your scent, every nuance you exuded; he stuck his nose into you like a bloodhound, ready to imprint your essence onto his brain.

Beelzebub who would often coat his tip in honey and bring it to your lips while you sleept. His heart beating so fast in his ribcage when you start lapping at it. Your uncounscious making you so hungry for the sweet scent that you mouth his whole head in one action. His fingers trembling in a boyish way and he has to squeeze his balls so he won't come, or else you'll wake up and he cannot let his effort go to waste like this.

Beelzebub who would whisper very close in your ear in the early hours of the day, you both entangled in bed, while his hot breath filled your ears with soft praises until you woke up.

Beelzebub who actually took notes about you. He knows that in the morning you don't think right and that you are more honest. So when you mewl in his arms, moaning so sweetly in his bicep when he starts giving little kisses to your ear he knows he won't be able to contain himself for much longer.

ALMOST THERE!

Beelzebub who would start to be more bold with his actions now that he was certain he wanted you.

Now, After training was over, he would sweetly and gently ask to carry you on his shoulders, saying, "It's a good way for me to do my grounding." When actually, he just wanted to feel your thights around his head, your sex pressing at the back of his head and the warmth they provided making him slighty dizzy, and he would often squeeze your legs more on his cheeks.

Beelzebub who loves when you give him your genuine giggle when he nibbles on the meat there. He just knows your cheeks are red by the way you pull at his hair. Your little "Beel! It tickles!!" Making him wish he was in his room with his legs wide spread - shamelessly - running his hand up and down to the picture he that he routinely takes of you.

Beelzebub who upgraded his cutness agression to the urge to cutely manhandle you. Carrying you bride style when you are too tired to walk, throwing you on his shoulder when for a miracle, you are mad at him, - and oh, how he loves to see your pouty expression - giving you a arm lock when you say you're stronger than him, his large figure positioning you so are glued and arched against his crotch and he growls quietly but deeply.

Beelzebub who loves to refer to himself in third person. So when you are in his hold - in his arm lock - you gasping for air while his bulge grind against your ass cheeks, his voice is sarcastic and low against your ear.

"Beel is so mean isn't he?"

"Say please, and Beel will let you go."

"Be good for Beel, yeah?"

Beelzebub who starts conditioning you to receive his affection without you realizing it. He's training you softly.

So he purposefully tries to get you dirty with whatever food you're eating just so he can lick it off you. He's done that enough times that when you accidentally get dirty by yourself, you look at him with expectant eyes, waiting for him to clean you up.

His tongue is flat, wet and hot against your face. He makes you dirtier than it cleans you. His saliva dripping from your face and you shiver when his fangs graze your skin. Your silly attempt to not look shaken up by it feeding his ego more then he could imagine, and he starts planning what more he could do with that information.

Beelzebub who keeps tabs on you and you think it's cute because of the way he does it. A fly. Or better, flies.

You initially thought it was just an ordinary fly. But after seeing them repeatedly wherever you went, you noticed they were iridescent and had graphic patterns on their bodies, and besides being larger than a common fly, they seemed extremely clean and fond of you.

Beelzebub who sees through the lens of the insects all your moments. From the cutest to the most intimate. He sees you offering a cupcake to one of the flies, to you humming in the shower, to when you're snuggled up in your sheets, your hand in frantic moviments to bring your climax while you whisper his name over and over. Your dildo - so big and large, are you preparing yourself for him? How cute - plunged so deep inside your eyes cross and the shirt you are wearing - his shirt, big on your body but glued on your nose, - his musky, strong scent making you dizzy- gets all wet from the saliva escaping your mouth. Your spit wetting everything and he purrs in his bed, closing his eyes and letting his favorite show entertain him.

Beelzezbub who when you are touching yourself bring his ultimate self restraint not to squeeze his trembling dick in his hand. He prefers to watch your entire process, building this untouchable pleasure for when you are fast asleep, and he can come make a visit.

Beelzebub who goes straight to the source of his blissful dreams, checking your hole - still wet and abused, still pulsing even when you are in deep sleep - first, just looking, just admiring. Then, his hands starts the work, pulling your cheeks apart and squeezing them with moderate force. Watching the flesh ooze out between his fingers makes him bite his lip in agony and anxiety.

Beelzebub who nudges his nose deep in your maddening puckering hole who was blinking at him seconds ago. He laps the lefted over juices with the vigor of Hercules and he doesn't stop until you've cummed in his tongue, - which is deep in your sex - and he can go to his room not totally satisfied, but with enough fullfilment so his fun can truly start.

Beelzebub who is not shy about his desires and vehemently caresses his heavy cock for you. He is in his game chair - in front of the pc he built to play with Levi- shirt getting bit by his teeth and his pj's shorts low on his muscular tights.

Beelzebub who does not rush anything he does besides eating food so, with his own pleasure, it wouldn't be different. He starts by wrapping his hand really tight on it, his cock already very wet by his own precum who wouldn't stop woozing of it. His hands agonizingly moving up and down until his eyes welled up with tears and that warm, desperate feeling began to surface, and that's when he squeezed harder, pulling with more pressure and brutality.

The phone on his other hands being nearly crushed by the force with which it was being held. A picture of you displayed on it, your lips dirty with vanilla three headed cow ice cream and a big smile on you face. It's unfair how he wishes it was his cum glazing your lips that way, making it shiny in that way.

Would you be happy if cummed all over your face? Would you eat it all up? Would you lick your lips and ask for more? Would you call him a big meanie for not even putting his fat cock on your mouth? Just fapping and smushing his meat in your face while you wait there with a big pout on your lips...would you?

Beelzebub who cums on his phone, hard. His hips rolling while his thights tremble, thrusting in the air, his dick pulsing ferverish on his hand while he spurt his semen on your cute picture.

Beelzebub who always plans movie nights so he can sabotage your food in some way. His favorite is putting small dosages of aphrodisiac in your food so he can see you squirm in his lap. He loves making you feel guilty about your - his - perversity. Like, he bought all these sweets and treats for you guys to watch a movie, and you're thinking about this sort of thing? How naughty of you.

Beelzebub who when you try to excuse yourself to the bathroom, he will tightly hold your waist, faking a worried expression and turning your face with his hand to see your glazed desperate eyes who at all costs try to avoid his. Your lips almost bleeding from how much you've been biting the flesh there. Your spit coating them and making irrestible for him not to tease you further.

Beelzebub who feels your underwear coat his thin sleeping shorts and he has to hold his breath not to give away his motives. "Is everything okay? What happened?" His voice too close to your ear and you try again to squeeze out of his hold.

"B-beel- please- let me g-go"

Beelzebub who enjoys seeing the sweat forming in your forehead and presses your nerves even further by his act of good samaritan. "Ooh...I get it. It's okay my love, we all have needs."

Beelzebub who laughs right in your face when he feels how drenched your underwear is. His fingers pressing your sensitive place without mercy, your sweet moans making his cock leak precum wildly, he offers, so innocently, "Beel will help you, yeah? Sit on my face." And when you agree instantly he knows he won. You are already, totally his.

RIGHT T-THERE!

Beelzebub who now gets to unleash his beast 100%. Loves making out in public. That messy, spit falling everything, tears on the cheeks, out of breath make out. Even more when it's after his games. You look so pretty in his jersey and when you enter the changing rooms, so unaware that he's lurking in the shadows of the soon to be full room.

Beelzebub who shoves you in the shower area, - thanking god that they are private- not giving you time to complain. He kisses you lasciviously, carriying you by your ass, your feet dangling by his waist and he smirks so hard it makes you mad.

Beelzebub who gives you puppy eyes when you harshly grabs his hair. Your repressive gaze making him harder then he was before. "I just love you so much, I couldn't wait anymore...sorry..."

Beelzebub who sees your expression shift from mad, to loving, to desperate. The voices of his teammates invading your ears and he swears you look as pale as a paper.

Beelzebub who feels kinda bad and reassures you softly but dominant. Demanding. His voice in a whisper when he says, "Hey, look into my eyes. No one is gonna see us. Gonna see you. I won't let them. Everything is okay. Focus on me. And how good you are going to feel. Understand?"

Beelzebub who smiles at your meek nod. His lips going back to yours with a romantic tone to it. The dance between your tongues more slow but no less lewd.

The sound of the showers being open and males chatting in the background doing little to worry you now that his hung and heavy cock was between you legs, smushing your sex with avid exciment.

Beelzebub who opens the shower to not bring suspicions about what's happening. The water gluing your clothes to your body and he latches his mouth on your nipple. His busy mouth asking gently for you to beat his meat and you obedientely grabs his leaking cock between your trembling palm.

He was hot and tantalizing against your hand. His frenzied breath now on your neck, holded back the growls he wanted to make.

Beelzebub who, when he cummed, brings your hand to his mouth, gathering up his on semen on his mouth only to share it with you in a steamy kiss.

Beelzebub who proceeds to put you down and smush your face agains the warm tiles and eat you out until theres no one in the room anymore. His effort to not let his team mates know what's happening there, dissolving when your tiny moan start to fly out of your mouth and his own shower never ending. He honestly doesn't care. It's better this way. It's better they know he is not ashamed of taking you anywhere he wants, for his desire for you is incessant.

Beelzebub who loves to eat fruits in your hole. He adjusts them so beautifully, making them aesthetically pleasing that he always takes pictures of it. He has an entire folder of theses moments in his phone galery. His creativity is never ending.

Beelzebub who puts whipped cream with strawberries on top of your nipples and around other parts of your body. By the end of the session, you are trembling, ardent with desire and sticky from body fluids and sugar.

Beelzebub who, when he decids it's time to finally oficialize things, boughts you the prettiest necklace you have ever seen. It's of good quality, but it's simple, and even better, has a profund meaning for both of you.

Beelzebub who makes a picnic for both of you by the beach. His wandering eyes passing throught you entire figure in your swimsuit you bought just for him. When he finally asks you to be his partner, is late at night, the beach is empty and only the waves shocking against each other can be heard.

Beelzebub who gets flustered when you cry and hug him because he is madly in love with you, and to know that you feel the same, in the same intensity, makes him warm inside; complete.

Beelzebub who when you two return to the inn, decides is time for him to fuck you deliciously. And when he looks at you, he sees it in your eyes that you are ready too.

Beelzebub who first fucks you for at least one hour in the monster dildo he bought you. The shape was of a tentacle and he thought it was so cool that he needed to see it going in and out of your spongy, blabbering hole. He has you on all fours, your shivering tights threatening to give out but he's there to support you.

"Beel-s'toomuch-beel!beel!

"Beel's listening sweetheart, don't worry, you are doing an excelent job."

Beelzebub who take the opportunity to do the sex tape of your guys first time making love.

Beelzebub who spends another hour just eating you out. For him, truly, never it's enough being between your legs. It's not a duty, or just a "thing to make his dick enter you better." He actually enjoys it. He could literally stay hours there, making out with one of his favorites parts of you. And he did.

By the time he actually penetrates you, you couldn't form a sentence. Your eyes could barely open without tears spilling from them. When you finally feels his hot, atrocious cock dive into your warmth, your consciousness seemed to return when you suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to hug him.

"Beel fe-eels so goood-kiss mekissmekissme"

On the other end, Beelzebub could not take his eyes of you. You were mesmerizing impaled on his cock. Your already abused hole seemed more eager and even more vivid now that it was him making his way in your walls.

"Ffffffuck-you look so pretty like this-"

Beelzebub who thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow. His stamina making you dumb and talking non-sense. You are not even sure of how everything ended or when did you went to sleep. You just felt so good all the time that, time itself stopped existing, and only the rythm of his cock being real to you. But what he knows, is that you will look so pretty in the video. Especially the full nelson he put you in, and oh, the mating press gonna look awesome too. Beelzebub can't wait to see your hole being stretched fully and his balls slapping your ass, the white ring of cum at the base of his cock being so big it formed a puddle on the bed.

Beelzebub who can't wait to make another sex tape while watching this one with you.

Beelzebub who, for now, will only appreciate the way the sun hits you face, and the way the light tropical breaze makes everything more magical. He can't wait to spend his whole life, with you, truly.

So...how was it? Did I pass the test?

[binachanblog]

LOVESICK!

Satan is new to this thing of falling in love and everything gets mixed and messy.

+18,Slow Burn (?) Satan jerks off to the thought of you, Delusion behavior(?), guilty pleasure, sweet and perverted.

(Thinking of making a part two of this....)

Reblogs and comments appreciated! <3

Satan who is a very closed guy. He is too intense, he knows that, he has been called that many, many times. So, on his mind, he would be the last person in his family you would come up to do anything.

But after some months, his opinion started to change when you would vehemently would go to his room with some flimsy excuse. He's not stupid, he knew you wanted something— a pact with him perhaps? Humans are always so greedy—and your bright eyes didn't emphasize him so much...at first.

Satan who would be delighted by your persistence and especially for your genuine curiosity and willingness to learn. The feeling deep inside his guts telling him to make space for you in his own life. Your nightly and daily visits soon went from mere conversations through the crack in the door to tea and deep discussions about all sorts of things: books, movies, comics, and your shared daily life.

Which, unintentionally and without realizing it, would involve you in his routine almost naturally. And again, months later he felt he could discuss his deepests scars, the most impossible scenarios about life, about love, because no judgment emanated from your beautiful vocal cords.

Satan who is actually excited when you bring the idea of a little book club just for the two of you. His mind forming a spiral of all the possible debates and exchanges of ideas that could happen, and where they would happen. He has a pretty long list of cozy places he likes to go when he wants to immerse himself in his daydreams about his own future. Maybe you would like them too.

Satan who loves how you make everything magical. Yes, he knows how to cast spells, curses and everything a normal human can't, but, all of this is nothing when you don't have the hability to bask in the simple. Everything is magical to you because you pay attention to "trivial" things.

You love choosing what scent to wear based on where the book club will happen. You love to share with everyone what little creatures you saw on the RAD garden, and hear their opinion about it. You love experiencing the interests his brothers have, no matter how troublesome it may be or look. You love living in the present, and that washes his soul in a way that he didn't even know it needed to be cleaned.

Satan who starts to seek you out more often than he would like to do. The tip of his fingers in a desperate need to share the same space as you as soon as possible, and he has to swallow his pride and his nonchalant act when he knocks on your door without any true reason to be there, besides wanting to spend time with you.

Satan who feels his mouth go as dry as the desert when he found a letter on his bed. With you initials. A cute little heart besides it. You perfume on the paper. The paper's weight thick enough to be pleasant to the touch, the delicate design making his own heartbeat be all he can hear until he finishes reading it.

The letter was about him. About how you perceived him. Your words were so full of your essence, so deep, caring and somehow philosophical, that he was speechless, in true shock that someone could see so much beauty in a creature like him. A creature born from pride and forged in the raging fires of hell. You saw none of that, even though you admired him for that too, for you, he was simply, Satan. And he felt cared for that.

Satan who's favorite place to go with you is a cat cafe, - cliche, I know - there's something about the way you lose yourself in the sea of fluffly little balls with big eyes that makes his heart clench in his chest. He can feel his face heating up terribly when he bought you a pair of good quality cat ears and you meowed for him.

Satan who loves to act a little extra when it comes to his mannerisms around you. You just made everything so comfortable for him that he feels free to be truly an gentleman. He starts dressing himself more for when you two have a club meeting, he opens every door for you, he pulls out every chair for you to sit, serves you first, and makes sure everything is alright with you before he seeks his own needs.

Satan who knows nothing about romance besides what he reads about. And he reads a lot of it. So he knows the feeling blossoming in his heart is not just the warmth of a friendship. You are just so...present...and caring...and beautiful and amazing, and kind, and-

You bring so many perspectives to matters he already had put an end to it, that it's impossible for him to not think about you 24/7.

Satan who tries to coop with these feeling writing for you. Letters. Or poems. A bunch of them. The firts ones are just an introduction per say. He greets you, asks about your day, says a little bit about his own and finishes saying he is anxiously waiting for your answer. It's shy, but it is sweet.

Satan who's DDD homescreen is a picture of you holding a black kitty with those same cat ears he bought you. Your big smile puffing your cheeks and he stares at the picture for yours on end.

Satan who loves when you mischiviously hold his hand underneath the library table, claiming in a whisper that it's better for your concentration. He chuckles when he senses your eyes so attentively on him, and he can't help but blush deeply. The giggle muffled by your sealed lips, making him hide his face on his book. But his grasp on your hand only tightens.

Satan who is completely obssessed with the way you wore his clothes. His button up shirt a little big on you but doing little to cover your thights. His coat engulfing your figure as you laugh and say that he can be the Watson for your Sherlock. Your smell lingering on the pieces making him insane, his nose sniffling his own clothes frustrating him, 'I look like a creepy, for sure'.

Satan who might burst out of his skin when you give the idea of an sleepover in his room. You are jumping around, asking questions and sharing theories in your little pjs and god, what is happening to him. He who can't focus when you look so pretty in his habitat, surrounded by books and more books, papers, ink and pens. You look like you are his.

Satan who's mind went miles ahead, his tongue tied in a beautiful knot and he has to swallow the lump in his throat when you ask to share the bed with him. His big green eyes looking for some hint that you are joking or pranking him, but he only found an expectant - yet hesitant and shy - expression in your face. You looked amazing under the low orange light of his room and he can only say,

"...O-of course Kitten, do as you please."

"My favorite quote...from my favorite book, hmm...d-don't judge me okay? It might be controversial, but...I think It would be Heathcliff’s desperate plea to the ghost of Catherine in Wuthering Heights."

His eyes sought yours in delightful surprise. His green irises waiting for a better explanation for your choosing.

"Don't look at me like that, okay? I know their relationship was far from healthy, but...sometimes, more often than I would like, my own heart play tricks on me and make me imagine about...h-how would it be to...have someone feel this way about me, you know?"

Yes, yes he knows. Fuck, how he knows.

"I know...this type of behavior is...questionable, but... what if it were a reciprocal and respectable love? It would be something like the muse and the painter, but the muse would also be in love with them...so-something...like that..."

Now it was your eyes that searched for him. His bed feeling like concrete but not more heavy than the silence you were given.

"Forget it. I know it is a weird choice, and I might sound like some crazy dark romance booktok enjoyer who completely distorted the story and forgot that it's not a romance book, but wanted it to be...but I swear I understood the story! And that's why I love the book, I-"

"Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul!"

Your monologue was cut short, and you found yourself staring into green orbs that now shone with supernatural intensity. Blond strands of hair framed his pale face like threads of gold woven by God himself, and his next words felt like soft cotton on your skin.

"I understand what your heart is saying. Claiming for a heavy love feels bittersweet, doesn't it? It's a beautiful quote. I wouldn't expect less from you."

The feeling of his skinny and warm fingers caressing your shaky hand underneath the covers was the last thing you felt before you forced yourself to sleep. Face hot and red, heart thumping and mouth dry.

Satan who now feels more confident about what he feels, and the feeling of fullfilment he gets from simply making you blush is imense. He who feels full. Full of love. Full of cuteness. Full of warmth.

But...

Besides being a truly genuine guy and totally interested you, his lust starts to show up uninvited and at the worst times ever. It's honestly impossible for him to not take a glance at your beautiful body or at your pretty lips when you guys are together. He knows it's not wrong, erotism is a part a life, is normal. However, with you it felt different, it felt sacred.

Satan who gets deeply concerned when he starts daydreaming about you. His favorites memories to marinate into his brain are the ones you are in white. You look like an creature made in heaven, and he loves to spiral in the possibility that you two could have been angels in the amazing garden god created.

It always starts with something pure. The image of him chasing you softly throught the trees, the leaves creaking under your feet, the sun graciously blessing your skin and the breezy whispering in his ears makes everything more magical.

The tud his body make when he tackles you both to the ground does nothing when he can hear your - hypothetical - laughter as he tickles your sides. All the fruits and animals being witnesses of the soft moment.

His eyes get numb and he is lost in a paradise it never existed. His own mind playing tricks on him. But he is there, somehow. He is there with you. Caressing your face while he whispers your name countless times, affirming that you are his forever. He can feel it in his fingers. The moment, the scenery, the forbidden feeling of being tempted to have you right there, on the sacred grass of God's home. Everything is alive.

Satan who adores to cuddle with you. Since there's no day light in Devildom, the nigths tend to be much more cold than you have ever experienced. So having your legs on his lap, you two sharing the same blanket while he reads one of his books, is heaven.

Although...he has to hide the gulp he swallows everytime you rub your feet together, your figure too entranced on your own book to notice the pressure you are making on his dick. The lazyness of your movements making him dizzy and the grip on his book gets hard enough to bend the spine of it.

His cheeks getting more flushed by the passing of the seconds and his eyes began to well up with tears. Satan is sure you are aware of what you are doing, but when he looks at you he sees you biting your lip, your pupils going side to side, eating every word like it's your last meal and he has to excuse himself hurriedly. You looked to perfect, too good that if he stayed for even a minute more his pants would have been wet shamessly.

Satan who is lost. He reached a level in his life that he is certain he is under a spell. He feels gross everytime he sees your face. His dick throb in his pants and he can't stand being next to you without wanting to put you in his mouth. It's too much for him. Caring for someone this dearly, having this passion, this fire bubbling inside of his guts.

Satan who starts questioning if his desire for you is healthy or not because he can hear your voice ecchoing in his head when he is alone. His thights starts to burn more often and his eyes shed more and more tears. He is insanely lost in you. his pelvis, the sheets, his shirt...everything covered in cum and he doesn't care that he is acting like a beast. He's delirious with the possibility that you want him too. That you're waiting for him too. In your white angelic robes - or in your cute pjs - with patience and a pure smile, innocently waiting for the sinner that will for sure come to be tamed by you.

Satan who, now, feels like every little thing about you is eletrical. The single touch on his arm when you are passing him in the corridors, the hug you give his waist while you smush your head in his chest, complaining about how hard the test was, the little kiss you gift his bony cheek when he saves you a seat besides him and your pudding from his big hungry brother...everything is so silly, so casual, but affects him deeply. It's almost like a wound he can't close, and he feels like a beast bleeding away from it's hunter, who is getting closer and closer.

Satan who almost got on his knees and begged you to be his forever when you so sweetely asks if he is okay. He's been avoiding you like the plague. His dark circles were deeper than usual, his hair was strangely messy, and the poem you received wasn't delicate as usual, but rather spoke of the agony of loving like a dog waiting for its owner's affection at the end of the day...it was creeping, profound, beautiful and dark, completely different from the things he'd sent you before.

Satan who is stuck in a deep trance, almost hallucinating, lost in his daydreams and he can only feel the way his hand is wet and sticky. His dick hurts and he doesn't know what time is it or for how long he has been beating his meat raw, but he simply can't stop.

His hand caressess his tip - so sensitive that he cross his eyes in pain - and he trembles and whine in his hand, biting hard enough to draw blood. Just the thought of your plush lips on his cheek bone makes his hand squeeze his poor cock again and he sobs in his pillow.

Strangled moans scape from his throat messily with his words. A bunch of :

"y-you are mine right?!"

"Pleasesayit!"

"You arejus-just mine!"

"Yeaahh, what a dirty kitty- you l-ike that huh?"

Satan who by the end of his session is filled with guilty pleasure. The same hand who caresses your face with an fake casualty, now is dirty with his own feral needs.

Satan who misses every fucking hint you give him, you offered to sleep in his bed for god's sake! He thinks that you at least is a little more infatuated with him than with his brothers, but everything is uncertain and unless he has solid proof that you desire him too, he won't risk losing you. He can't lose this feeling of being complete, even if you aren't with him yet.

But this shame, this profound desire, only distanced him from you. However, you got tired of his hermit behaviour, of him dismissing every conversation and encounter you wanted to have. You got tired of not knowing what is happening. Tired of mixed signals from someone who claimed to be so mature.

You got tired of his avoidance, of his scared cat act whenever you entered the room. What happened to you lovely friend? Your confidant? The demon who understood you more than any other human could have?

Invinting yourself to another slumber party in his room, without consulting him, and without even listening to his excuses about it not being a good time to that, you sat on his bed, - noticing how his room was more messy than before - big pout while you hold your own pillow tighly in your arms, shooting daggers at a visibly uncomfortable Satan.

"Did I do something to upset you?"

Totally taken back by your harsh tone, Satan freezes when you stomped inside his room like it was yours.

"W-why would you think that?"

He fakes an innocent act that does little to stick to you.

"Maybe it is because you can't even be in the same place as me for more than two minutes? Or how you barely sent me any poetry anymore? Or how you stood me up, today, when we were supposed to meet at the museum? Is that enough for you, Mister?"

Don't get him wrong, he is startled by your confrontation, but he truly hopes you forgive him for not listening to your complaints very well because, good lord of hell, how you look amazing like this. Looking like a mad kitty who haven't received any headpats from its owner.

"So? Did you get bored of me or what? I won't leave until you fucking answer me."

Your big pout, your fierce eyes, your fingers clawing at the pillow like it personally offended you. Fuck, you look so cute. And worse, he is starting to get visibly aroused by your presence. Your demanding and accusatory words working him up more than it should. Get serious, Satan! Focus!

"I didn't! Of course not...it's just that-I-...I needed time...yes! Time to think about some projects and-stuff..."

He can feel his lower part already trembling in antecipation, it's too much for the avatar of anger to see a piece of himself on his beloved!!

It's been days since he really took a good look at your face, and now, seeing you up close, he could notice the details of your furious figure. You look impatient, for sure, but your lips look so shine and soft, plump. Your body was covered by his old shirt that glued to your body in a glorious way. Your hair was messy, and your eyes puffy...have you been crying? Because of him?

Your silence after his answer was everything he needed to know. He could feel your stare on his crotch, but he refused to meet your eyes.

"I-I am sorry. I didn't know you were having your alone time I-...I just felt so lonely without you with me...and I was wondering if you...hated me...somehow...so I need to-"

"It's your fault."

Your mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. Your eyebrows to your hairline and the hold you had on your pillow completely forgotten.

"What."

Satan grabbed his weeping cock through his slacks, firm and shameless, looking deep into your eyes, his voice full with no regret.

"It's all your fault. This, is your fault. My absence, it's your fault. My love for you is driving me crazy and I can't stand being near you without erotic mental images of you flooding my mind. Fuck! It's frustating because there's nothing more that I want than being with you! You are my soul! My heart!"

Each and every word he spoke sank down into your heart like an anchor, and your body warmed terribly with the desire of kissing him stupid. And you did.

With long and hurried steps you cross the space between you two in seconds, your lips crashing with his with full force but his mouth seemed prepared to welcome yours completely.

Lips graciously caressed themselfs, missing each other dearly. But soon, he couldn't hold it anymore. Satan's tongue licked your soft mounds with vigor, holding both sides of your face while his finger tangled in your hair. You opened your mouth fast, eager to finally feel his taste. The taste of his love.

You too, grabed and tugged at his hair, but with the purpose of vengeance instead of longing. He is still has to pay for all the melancholy he has put you through.

Soon, the need for air surfaced, and a sting of thick saliva was the only thing connecting you both. For now.

"My fury has yet to be extinguished, you dummy, and you will be the one to feel it all."

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THE DEMON OF GLUTONNY IS NOT THE INNOCENT GUY HE SO MUCH APPEARS AS!

Beelzebub shows his other side to you.

+18, Reader is fem or masc! Beel doesn't ask for consent about a lot of things (nothing forced tho, don't worry!!), mentions of "sharing you", Beel being a big pervert, gross behavior ( not if you are freaky enough :p)

Reblogs and comments appreciated!! <3

Beelzebub who likes to glue his sweaty body on yours after games because it gives him a sense of marking. Seeing your clean, fragrant clothes turn a darker shade now that they're absorbing his musky sweat always makes him so hard!! Specially when he side hugs you and he shoves your face into his wet chest. Disarranging you in him is always a pleasure to behold.

Beelzebub who likes to play fight with you only to use a little bit of force while manhandling you. Shoving you against the bed and holding one of your arms behind your back, while you giggle into oblivion and he takes the chance to press his still flacid cock onto your clothed ass. The sensation will be used for later.

Beelzebub who loves to maintain this facade of innocence when it benefits him, but behind it all is a complete wolf in sheep's clothing.

Beelzebub who loves when you sit on his lap. He just adores squishing you between his fingers, it doesn't matter if you have love handles, if you don't, if you have a proeminent belly or not, he just loves touching you there. It's intimate, it's sweet and really really warm.

Beelzebub who loves buying clothes that are smaller than the actual size you wear just to see your curves rippling into the fabric. Loves seeing the shirt, that now it's a crop top on you, doing little to cover your belly, and he loves even more seeing the shorts, that now are micro shorts on you, doing the great job of exposing almost your entire ass and compressing your pussy/dick in the tight mesh of that innocent gift.

"I know it wasn't your size, but the print and style were so cute that I couldn't resist buying it for you...didn't you like it?"

Pouty lips, eyes small and whiny, hands big holding your hips in place while the silent beg for you to keep his gift on your cute body stays in the air.

You are absolutely not allowed to wander around the house with the clothes he gives you. For one: his brothers will know what he is doing. And two: his brothers will look at you and will start doing the same. You are his innocent prey who thinks he is innocent. No one's gonna change that.

Beelzebub who definitely asked you to play 'guess the flavor' with him but all the toppings -chocolate syrup, melted caramel, whipped cream - where on top of his cock head while you sat on the edge of his bed, blindfolded. This is so amateur porn coded but he was so good at hiding his tip with the toppings that not for a moment you doubt about his intentions. Doesn't care if you bite, actually likes it. 100% has pictures of it. Doesn't show this ones to nobody.

Beelzebub who is the biggest grinder ever. Loves saying that you look like you need comfort from a big teddy bear just to squish you on the bed with his body on top of yours, his hips hook with yours and he starts tickling your sides just so you don't notice how his bulge was already straining in his pants since he entered your room, and now that he is ingulfed in your smell he knows he's gonna cum in less than two minutes.

Beelzebub who definitely takes pictures of you. 50/50. 50% cute ones & 50% perverted ones. He can't help it, you are so precious.

Sometimes he sends one to belphie when he is feeling generous. But mostly of them are just you in suggestive poses bc he don't want to share his treasure that much yk.

Beelzebub who brings you to the gym with him to flex on you. He knows you look, he knows you squish your thighs together everytime he gets too close & he also knows you are madly in love with him. He likes you too, but what he likes even more is doing unhinged things to you/the thought of you without having a label, yet. Is more dirty like that, isn't it?

Beelzebub who, however, knows he can't wait long to make you his, he has six rivals - aside from the angels and from the Prince castle- that are even more hungry to taste the tears from your face in a not so soft way.

Speaking of tears, sometimes he pairs of with Mammon to make you eat spicy food with them only to see you cry. The way your eyes water and your tongue rolls out, the way your mouth start taking turns between making an "o" shape and pushing your tongue with the excess of saliva out of your mouth, it's just majestic to them.

Mammon only gets to see, but Beelzebub gets to welcome you in his arms when you get so whiny you can't even talk, but your eyes search for his and he knows it's time to bring you home with an ice cream on your hand and leave Mammon on the ramen shop with a hard on, while he gets to cuddle you and feel a little bad for what you experienced.

Beelzebub who will eventually ask you to be his forever, but first he will tease and increase this tension until you break in desperation begging him to ravish you completely.

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PLOT TWIST!

Leviathan thinks you cheated after one of his friends told him you were working at a maid cafe. Were you?

+18! NSFW! Implied marathon sex! Improper use of condoms! "Cheating" on Levi! SoftDOM!Leviathan! Messy sex! Jealous Levi! Bloody nose! Gender neutral reader! Happy ending! Whiny Levi at the ending! Levi crying for you!

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"Levi! Ple-please wait-"

Your pleas die in you throat when his cock curled just in the right place. The blue lights in his room added to the haziness you were feeling. The wet sounds were loud and sinful. Leviathan looked at you with anger and resentment. How could you?

"I thought you loved me..." His voice was full of envy and deep with determination. His torso completely engulfed your small form in the amount of plushies and cute blankets in his bathtub. " Is that what you do when I'm not with you? Throw yourself in some other loser's lap?"

Shivers began to bubble from your nape to the base of your spine. The condom around his shaft was already full of his seed and the gooey liquid overflowing was making a mess around your ass cheeks.

"I-iwas-wait!babypleease!"

The creamy sound and the scenery in front of you made you clench around his dick and he hissed. He was delirious. His eyes were a mix of bright colors you couldn't distinct and the blood flowing from his nose gave him a maniac aura.

His words came out as growls and whines when he folded your legs to your chest, his mockery tone was not gentle, but your insides didn't seem to care when you never felt this full before. Your puckering hole wanting to keep him inside forever and at all costs.

"I wasn't! I was-wasn't cheating on you-imgonnacum!oh my godimgonna-cuum!!!"

His lips came to yours in a desperate act of trying to give you a chance of explaining yourself. Leviathan licked every bit of your face, your tears, your sweat and your blabbering words and excuses. Right after, he shoved his tongue deep in your mouth. The hot long blueish meat exploring the wet cave and beating any independence your own tongue could have. His cock was shamelessly pistoning into you in a mean mating press while his blood smeared around your face.

He patted your face twice, smashing your cheeks together when you didn't responded to his command right away.

"Open. Yeeees, good puppy..."

His spit entered your mouth with vigor and he felt a short amount of cum fload the overflowed condom. The shock of this small orgasm making more blood come from one of his nostrils, the red dripping against your skin got his balls heavy and more tight. His sperm making the plastic too full and he knew it was time to change it.

His bulbous head made you more oversensitive than ever, your limp body completely fucked dumb in that sea of used condoms that adorned your figure. The smell of sex in the room was loud and steamy. And he loved it.

"Yeah? I'm gonna cum too a-and I'm gonna tie this full of us condom on your other pigta-tail-! they need to be twins right? Did he-was it him who bought this cute wig for you? Even in my favorite c-color? Fuck, he is so thoughtful-"

Your fervent orgasm exploded on his cock, an result of his dirty talk, something he never did before, always leaving this duty to you. An euphoric feeling of owning you arised the lewd bliss of wanting to keep you here all night. His blue pubes were glued with his own seed and everything was sticky. The air carried this raw filfthy mood and his hips snapped with more force into you.

Of course he was sad with you. Disappointed even. How could he not when one of his friends said they spoted you working at the maid cafe and that every perverted, dirty, loser in that place was swooning over you.

But fuck, he loves you so fucking much. He needs you. You are the only one who truly gets him, the only one he can truly be himself with, you are his angel.

Your pretty eyes can't even stay open for long and he can feel your blood pumping in your veins just for him. Or better, it was just for him. He doesn't want to believe it, and neither think about what he is gonna have to do after he fucks your brain out because reality is going to be too harsh, too cold.

He pulled out, his cum oozing out of your tired hole and he quickly snapped a picture of it. His cock standing proud and fervorous in the photo only made him wish for more, and he wrapped the warm and sticky condom to your other pigtail. You looked pretty, glorious even. But he couldn't stop now. He would fuck out of you every thought you may had and could have about leaving him for someone else.

"You like it? Having an army of losers fantasizing about you while you sit on their lap and hand feed them? You like bringing the perverted side of people huh? Say it to me, angel."

His smirk was full of rudeness and envy was present in his half hearted giggle. His eyes glued in the way your hole welcomed his angry and fresh-with-a-new-condom-cock in your abused place, now streched by his veiny long member again.

He messed you up completely. Your cute maid dress was torn up, your body was covered in hickeys, saliva, bites, cum and blood. You are totally indecent, his dick always responded to you so bad that he begged to god that you were truly his good angel, that you wouldn't do that to him. He loves you deeply, and his cock loves you just as much.

The demon's arms holded your legs higher and your velvet walls hugged him with a force that took the rest of oxygen he had out of his lungs. You looked so pretty when he had the guts to fuck you rough.

Leviathan's figure hunched over you and his balls slapped at you ass cheeks, gaining rythm again. The contact making white threads of the excess of his cum and he shuddered when you moaned his full name right in his ear.

"Dummy...Levi you dummy!"

His forked tongue captured one of your nipples that was coated in sweat and his previous seed. Your body was being molded into the blankets with each thrust of his hips into yours. The loud yummy sound of skin slapping making your tongue roll out lasciviously.

"Is he better than me? Am I not e-nouugh fo' you?"

His words tasted bitter but you tasted amazing, and tears started to bubble in his eyes. Tears of fear and sadness. Fat tears that drenched your torso in his sorrow.

His blue hair came into your view and you grabbed a fistful of it, you felt his shaft vibrate inside of you, his hands grabbed your waist weirdly and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"Please have mercy on me, my a-angel-please!pleaseplease-dontleaveme-"

His body gave out and sunk deep in yours, his cock reaching deep inside your fluttering hole while his semen was floading the condom that did little to hold the liquid that spurt from his dick.

"I'll forgive you...just, please...stay with me..."

His body trembled in prolonged pleasure and agony. Opting for staying in his favorite hiding place, - your neck - his tears made puddles on your skin and involuntary, your hands came to caress his disheveled hair.

Your voice for sure was hoarse, your body dizzy and eletric, but you were tired of this miscommunication.

In a small tone and after some deep breaths to stabilize yourself, you created the courage to finally explain in one go what happened, for you did not trusted your voice to sustain herself.

"I just wanted to see you happy...I was just-you said you wanted that limited figure edition and they would give it as a prize to the best maid in the house..."

Your small voice made your pitiful boyfriend sobs stop completely, and you almost could see puppy attentive ears in his head.

" S-so I needed to be extra nice since the voting was based on customer opinion. I am sorry I made you doubt my love for you, but I thought it would be a small price to deal with those weirdos if I could see your cute smile again..."

You felt his arms tightening around your waist as your words came out of your mouth and his head nuzzled deeper in your neck. His sniffling got louder and you could hear him mumble 'I'm sorry' over and over again.

"I was so scared...I thought you were going to leave me for someone...better."

Fuck, he is so cute it hurts.

"I thought we talked about this my love? When something is bothering us, what do we do?"

"We talk about it..."

"Hmm good boy, Levi."

"Don'-don't say that! Imgonnagethardagain..."

Your laughter filled his room and he felt embarassed about his behaviour. You were doing it all for him and he was being so mean to you...you truly are an angel.

"I'm sorry for...mistreating you."

You huffed softly, sleep beggining to stir in your heavy eyelids. You smiled, a genuine smile he wasn't seeing it, his head still buried in your warm throat.

"It's okay, I like when you show me this side of you."

The tip of his ears were bright red and you could feel him smiling dumbly against your skin.

"Did you...win...?"

"Of course I did! Who do you think I am?!"

You giggled and tickled at his sides, making him squirm and finally look at you. His giddy expression bringing light to your eyes.

"You are the best...thank you, angel."

And finally, his heart was at peace.

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NEW HOBBY!

You do a little tarot reading with Lucifer only to discover he is in love.

I am so sorry if this is not good, I actually wrote this while I was bawling my eyes out (five minutes ago)

Also, about the position, you are sitting on your knees while lucifer is leaning against the bed frame. But still, you two are kinda close.

Comments and reblogs appreciated <3

"You knows this is nothing, compared to what I can do, right?"

"I know, I know, chill! I just want to test what I'm learning.."

You shuffled the cards gracefully, doing all you could to look cool in front of him. His red eyes didn't follow your deck and neither your hands, but the way you tried to concentrate yourself while fiddling with it. You looked cute. Endearing even.

"Alright." You laid the cards down, extremely happy about the design you chose. "You may choose three, please".

Lucifer scoffed. This was so silly.

"Hm. Let's see..."

Porcelain fingers caressed the deck with utter delicacy, hypnotizing your eyes that truly didn't want to fall into his naturally charming behavior.

He picked one by one with lazy movements, not swifting them up to keep the suspense. Whatever he was doing, it was getting into your nerves. It was a calm night, Demonus on crystal glasses, snacks and the messy-composed look on your company. His black fringe building a beautiful curtain on his face, the two first buttons on his shirt were undone, and the soft blush on his cheeks made you loose your almost gone composure.

"So, my fortune teller, what is in for me?"

Anxiety creeped on your skin, goosebumps infesting your body. What would the cards say about someone so full of knowledge such as him? Would you read it wrong? Would he make fun of you? Were you, perhaps...transpassing your limit and he will-

"Hey. Focus. You are dispersing your energy."

Your eyes, that until now were worriedly looking at the cards his pretty fingers chosed, looked up in a hurry. Unfocused irises locking on the target of your closeted affection.

"I-sorry...let's do it."

You took at look. Thinking and putting the pieces in their places. Giving your mind some minutes to reflect on their thoughts.

Lucifer opened his legs in distress and the act almost made you roll your eyes. Not in annoyance, but in...God, how he looked good.

You knew he was growing impatient by the passing of time, but you sincerely could not believe what you were seeing now that you had the necessary clarity.

"Are you...are you feeling alright...these days? News emotions maybe?"

"Pfft- is that all you come up with in five minutes of silence? Seriously?"

Your face grew red with embarassement. His laughter making everything worse as you can feel your heart squeezing in your chest. He looks heavenly, but, you forgot that besides his obviously soft spot for you, he was still somehow, mean.

"Hey! I am, being serious! But since you are being so snarky about it, I won't beat around the bush no more."

His chest was heavy with palpable happiness. His disheveled look driving you mad, especially when you could see his fangs in its full glory from how wide open his mouth was with your little tarot reading humoring him.

"You are in love with someone."

You laid out flat, and he gagged on his laughter. Red eyes inhumanely focused on your figure with precision, and you saw, clearly as the sun rise in the human realm how his pupils shifted from its circle shape, to a reptile and predatory form.

"You are indeed a very, very prideful being. Do you see this one? It is your ruin, your negation. That's funny...do you see this one? It means you are chained...you are quite the romantic, aren't you?"

His silence only fueled you confidence, and in the blink of an eye, you quickly gathered all the cards and shuffled them again, but this time at high speed.

Lucifer flinched at that, still too stunished to speak, freezed on your words, but his eyes followed your every movement and every micro expression you made. His senses on high alert, something was wrong, something needed full attention but his eyes were dazed, lost on your oblivious divine figure.

"Let's see what you are hiding, yeah?

This time, no fan of cards. He didn't get to choose.

"Oh my...Mister Morning Star...this is some serious stuff. It seems you worship the ground they step on, but...if you don't swallow your...pride, you might lose this lucky person..."

You heard his breath hitch and he moved closer to you. Now, eye to eye, you finish your reading, your words sounded like sugar on his ears.

"...if you overcome this simple obstacle, you destiny is pure and mutual love, you know?"

Your finger traced the bridge of his nose, booping it and making him blink hungrily. He was so close to you, so tempting that you almost forgot the was in love with someone that might not be you.

"Just go for it." You voice was like the whisper of the wind. Full of emotions and support. He caught that. Hunter eyes never letting anything pass through them. Not even something not tangible, like emotions.

He released a small puff of warm steam through his nostrils, the sight startling you a little but enchanting you much more. He grabbed you hand that was still lingering in the air, - not wanting to retreat and lose the rare opportunity of touching his pristine face so casually - bringing closer to his literally hot cheek, and nuzzling on it.

"You aren't supposed to know in that way..."

His eyes were bright and covered in something you could recognize as the pure form of lust. Finally, his eyes moved from your face, to your wrist, his lips doing the same as they kissed your palms in devotion, going up, and up, until he had you layed down on his bed. His body straddling yours while he hid his face on your neck to cover the little whines he was making. His voice deep and fragile.

"You are banned from the tarot classes."

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Asmodeus finally accepts that he loves two humans at the same time. (Femreader!)

It was a good day, the voices of his brothers in the background, Luke's laughter, the sound of the waves coming and going, the smell of barbecue, the cold drinks... everything was perfectly fine.

Until you called his name.

His eyes left his sudoku to meet a vision from heaven. He wasn't expecting that. Who would?

"A-asmo! Control this guy, please! If I fall is gonna' be your fault too!!"

The girl of his dreams having the time of her life, on a shoulder ride with the guy who has had his heart for centuries. Your thighs smushing Solomon's face while you grab and tug at his white locks with fear of falling.

Solomon's teasing laugh filled his ears with warmth and your whiny voice left his body and mind dizzy. Fuck, the bikini he bought for you looked so good...

You pouted and yelped when Solomon pretended to lose his balance. Your thighs crushing his head harder and your tits bouncing from your wiggling, but your smile was pretty, authentic and delicious. You looked like you were having fun. You are having fun.

Solomon's voice came present and Asmodeus Gulped. Hard.

"Hi handsome. Me and this beautiful lady would like to know if you are single."

Asmodeus eyes shifted from your figure to the body of the man in front of him. His hands, so manly, rough and scarred from all the things he has passed and done, holding your soft body in devotion and passion. The sun glazing his abs and marking his proeminent bulge that rested on his wet shorts made Asmodeus crazy.

"Asmo, what's the problem? Are you dizzy from the heat?" Your sweet voice made him release a gasp of air that he didn't even know he was holding.

And besides all the physical aspects that you both have and that always left his trousers tight, the feeling of being wanted for who he is, is so much better.

He loves how you compliment his make up, and almost always try to match with him. He loves how you listen to his rambles about geometry and math and he loves, that you love, that he always find a way to mix everything he likes and still make sense.

"You are so interesting Asmo. I love listening to you."

Solomon has know him for years but still manage to make his heart skip a beat no matter what he do. The mage has him open like a book, and knows him inside and out.

"You look as pretty as the day I met you."

You both bring him so much joy, he is left speechless. Like right now.

Solomon has let you down by now, his thoughs taking longer than he imagined, only letting him wake up from his daydreams when he felt wet sunkissed bodies sticking to his.

Two pairs of expectant eyes looked up at him with intense curiosity. It was suffocating. Having this much love to give and not being sure if it would be welcome in their lives.

"Y-yeah, maybe...maybe it is the heat..."

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

Diavolo needed to make sure you felt loved before he left for a meeting.

+18, husband Diavolo, mating press (again), implied chubby/fat reader, gender neutral reader, implied free use, biting and drawing blood from you.

(something kinda quick bc we've just reached 150 followers and I wanted to celebrate somehow! Tysm cuties, love you guys so much!!)

Reblogs and comments appreciated <3

After almost an decade of a busy life in Devildom, the chirping of the birds in the human world felt like fresh air in your lungs.

It's not that you hated or disliked living there, on the contrary. Seeing from up close how the shadow world worked was actually amazing. Your conception of duality has never been more clear, and your knowledge just kept growing as the days passed by. Everyday you learned something new, and you didn't feel like you had a limit, you could keep searching, and this fact alone was perfect.

However, life did run in Devildom. The rythm was different, more frenetic and bombastic. That's why now, in a summer house in so missed human world, listening to the waves crashing so close yet so far, the feeling of peace and relaxation took hold of your body.

You were finally on vacation. After many years of adapting and doing the administrative work that came with marrying a prince, a break was more than deserved.

The thin sheets cooled the warm breezy that was already arising, and on the other side of the king sized bed, the mattress sank considerably. The citrus scent, accompanied by the weight of a large, mature body, filled your nose, and you sighed deeply, still wrapped in a sleepy slumber. It was a familiar and comforting sensation. It was your home, your husband.

"Good morning, dear."

His voice was silk and soft, a little out of breath but no less calming. His bare torso pressed against your back and you felt his sweaty skin glue against your back. He had probably just returned from his morning run.

Diavolo's big body spooned yours with perfect precision. He was warm. Not only in personality but physically. You hummed in return, not having the right forces to answer his sweet greeting.

He giggled, already used to your quirks. The vibration of his action running through your body. "My baby is so sleepy huh?" His nose ruffled your nape sweetly, his lips planting little wet open mouthed kisses there and you shivered.

His rough hands started to roam around your soft body. Caressing your arms, your legs, squeezing your belly and stopping on your waist. His palms were hot and sensual against your skin.

"I have...an important meeting with Barbatos in...fifteen minutes."

Your ears perked at that. You knew that would happen one time or another, but you couldn't help but feel a little bit of worry hearing those words from your beloved. He have never once disappointed you, and never gave you reasons too. But still...

"You promised..." your throat struggled to hoarsely vocalize your discontent. Your tone trying to keep it down your shyness and needyness. But he knew it all, your insides and out.

"I know sunshine, I know. But it will be quick, truly. You know I would rather die than make you sad...especially today." His fingers trailed their way to your sensitive core, in a hurry to calm you down and to show you that he wasn't going to abandon you. The digits gathering his previous seed and spreading through your flushed lewd private part.

You sucked a moan in your throat and your hand promptly found his way to his, embracing the back of his palm with no force. In lazy strokes, he started to prepare your body for him again. His calming demeanor contradicting what he had said before. Fifteen minutes. And three had already passed.

Twelve minutes.

"I couldn't be happier to be celebrating this day with you." Thick fingers were pumping your velvet walls with impassioned accuracy, and your already limp body felt even weaker than before. No matter the time, you were always so ready for him. So good for Dia.

It was filthy, the gooey sound of in and out getting louder by the seconds. "Three years...three full years of being married to the most amazing human I've ever met...you make me so happy it's unfair."

The bed started to creak by the force he was putting on his thrusts. His speed increasing in a delicious way and your body kept pace with the rhythm of his pumps.

"Is it good? Are you feeling good, my love?"

He was so close you felt him shiver when his cock slotted perfectly between your ass cheeks. The animalistic grunts you so much love getting more evident when your hips started to met his eargely.

Diavolo was magical. It always amazed you how he had the ability to perform so many things at once without losing himself. It was so early, and you were already trembling in the pleasure he made sure you would get almost everyday.

"Dia-"

You felt through his sweat shorts how hard and big he was. His shaft throbing and pulsing the more he felt you were close to your climax. But it wasn't enough. Diavolo for sure would love to make you cum on his fingers, but in this hurried situation, the best he could ever get is feeling your eager hole clenching around his hungry cock, so after, in that boring meeting, he could travel to this moment, and feel anxious to come back, so he could get more and more of his cute little spouse.

Your eyes flew open when he so fast and treacherous, switched the whole position. Missionary. You were face to face to your sly husband, the smile decorating his face too bright for you at this hour. Your eyes shyly averted from his, and completely shuted down when he slipped his fat tip on your entrance.

"Hmm? What is it?"

He watched your expressions intently. His cock head entering easily by how wet you were, but he wanted slowly. He wanted to see the way your mouth parted the more inches invaded you. He wanted to see the way your eyes crossed shut by how big and wide he was. He wanted to see the tears gathering in your eyelashes when his cock forced his entrance in your pulsing walls. You hugged him so amazingly, wanting to expel his member so badly but at the same time milking him completely. You were perfect for him.

The prince glanced at the watch on his wrist and chuckled. Eight minutes. It was enough time to fold you in half, your legs thrown over his strong shoulders and hissed when he pressed himself to the hilt. His neat, pubic hair getting entangled with yours and he kissed you with fervor, swallowing your moans when he started to slam his cock without mercy into you.

"Your meeting!"

The shockwaves exploding around your body left you blissed out. Diavolo was always intense, but in this especific morning, maybe because he had to go or because of the date - or both - the love rolling in his hips and tongue felt more maddening.

The room was filled with his guttural moans and your mewls. His cock was bouncing violently into your pulsing, vicious walls and the wet slap of his balls on you skin left you purring against his neck. You were hopeless in his arms. His body engulfed yours completely when he punished your body in a really mean mating press.

"Heeh, pay no mind to that, I am meeting something more important right n-now."

Diavolo's short breath reaveled the ecstasy he was feeling. The way he was biting his lips and the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth made you sudder in love. His eyes looked at yours intensely and you didn't dare look away. He was your husband. Your amazing, perfect husband, that always made your hole plump with soreness, but you always needed more.

"I'm gonna buy you flowers-a bouquet. A big one!"

His tongue in a steamy make out session with your ear was making you delirious. Fuck, how he wished he had more time.

" Wich ones do you want? I was thinking about t-tuuulips."

"Re-ed r-oses!"

"So you do reme-mmber! I gave them to you on our first date."

His dick was oozing pre-cum directly in your sweet spot. His bulbous head making out with the place that made you see stars. The luscious feeling growing in your abdomen was ready to snap and his hips were pistoning non stop in your crazed hole.

"Yesyesyesyes-Imgonnacum! Dia! Imgonnacumdia-"

His thrusts grew sloppy but deeper, angrier.

"Yes! Cum on my cock please love, please! I'm gonna keep you full k'? Keep it all in for when I get baa-ck."

You snapped. Walls convulsing around his girth and you threw you head back, mouthing forming an perfect '0' shape, your vision sparkling in white and your hands grabbed his hair in agony and overwhelming pleasure. The creamy sound growing louder when the space his cock was residing got too tight. His fangs penetrating your shoulder blades while his tongue lapped the blood exiting you.

Two minutes, and Diavolo's heavy balls shuddered in carnal satisfaction, his lenght spurting his hot and thick sperm in your gummy swollen hole. He buried himself to the hilt, his weight pressing you against the soft bed, and the pressure of his still hard cock made you feel claustrophobic and dizzy.

"I'll be right back, precious."

You only managed a weak nod when he quickly, and with the stamina of a bull, jumped out of the bed to put on his formal clothes and prepared to summon a portal.

"Be good for me yeah?"

Of course you will. You always are.

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ALWAYS YOURS!

Mammon loves you too much to let your insecurities prevent him from achieving his goals: making you his.

+18, Chubby insecure gender neutral! Reader x Mammon! Dry humping! Hard feelings! Mammon being persistent! First time making out! Pre-relationship to dating! Mammon confessing in a feral way! Reader has low self-steem! Mammon being kinda of mean but passionate! Angst(?)

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It was simply disastrous.

The palms of your hands were sweating and they desperately sought the help of something other than his white hair. The rough fabric of his jacket was damp, hot, and exuded a vapor that even if you wanted to, it wouldn't help you dry the nervousness that flowed from your hands in a watery and salty way.

Something was different today, faster, thicker, more aggressive, more rude. Here, in your old sofa, his body pressed you into the padded and worn fabric in such a desperate way that, not even all those springs out of their proper place could make you uncomfortable.

The kisses were wet and misfit. His hands meshed in you hair, pulling, bursting and releasing strands, but at the same time caressing, smoothing and pampering the tangled locks in his hands.

His tongue engaged in a one-sided fight for power by being aggressive, insistent. The wet sounds echoed through the small room and the television buzzed on a random channel while his saliva was deposited in droves in your submissive mouth.

So eagerly, his hips clashed with yours in an awkward way. The whimpers that came out of his mouth were complemented by the perversity he had in pinning his upper and bottom lip to your tongue, sucking and biting, taking possession of everything that was his, everything he had a right to claim.

But it wasn't enough, not today. The same hands that had mistreated your scalp, now made the way to your neck, without patience and without solidarity they squeezed and left marks on both sides, suffocating your senses and making the pressure in your ears grow.

You opened your mouth for air, panting, confused and desperate. His hands putting constant pressure on both sides of your neck, alternating between squeezing harder, angrier, cutting off your access to oxygen for a short time, and between leaving them there, pampering and building an animalistic craving about when would be the next time your already fucked up mind would disconnect from your body, and when your legs would unconsciously get more and more attached to the waist of the man in front of you.

You could feel his steady gaze on your bewildered figure. His breath no longer smelled of mint and his cologne had been mixed with yours for a long time. The rain outside made your room stuffy and hot.

He pats your face. One, two...and,

"Baby...? Look at me, yeah?" One hand on your nape while the other grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them with moderate force, watching with serpent eyes the way tears flowed between them and stopped at his own fingers, forming small puddles that quickly overflowed.

Your eyes dutifully went for the person in front of you. Mammon's cheeks were a reddish dark brown and his lips were swollen, a frown visible in his eyes that carried a bittersweet desire. His disheveled hair gave him the dominant air of someone equally tired, frustrated. He sighed.

A sigh of malice. An arrogant sigh.

"Do you know why you're in this situation, luv'?"

Even if you wanted to talk, you wouldn't. This was new, this whole situation was new, and this sure wasn't your Moni. His eyes made you uncomfortably aroused and his dilated pupils in the low lights of that stuffy room made you feel naked, stripped of any secrets you might kept.

Mammon never got tired of following you around since you first arrived in Devildom. The tireless vigor he had to be in all the events - big or small - you were in, in all the places you frequented, in all the conversations you participated in, was in a way admirable.

You didn't want to understand why this happened. Why he would always spoil you on your bad days, filling your sentimentalist brain with words of affirmation and leaving you a melted goo in his arms.

You didn't want to accept why he is always desperate to be close to you, why he would watch your surroundings closely, when on a Friday after class, you decide to get drunk in a bar, and all he can do is make you shy, your hands sweat when he runs his arms around your waist, hiding his face on your neck, whispering softly and breathily in your ears.

The frown on his lips when you refused the self-invitations he made to come take a nap in your room, the reddish color that went up to the man's neck and ears, the gifts, the constant friction with any part of your body.... everything, the signs were in everything.

Your organs stirred and you wished to regurgitate them along with those feelings when you realized all the patterns of a terribly passionate person. A person in love.

"Speak up babe, I wanna hear ya pretty voice." Breathless, he smiled. His frustration mixing with an impatience that was not common from your clumsy boy when you didn't answer.

His hands were so, so warm on your face and on the back of your nape, your sweat flowed directly and quickly to the hand that hours before had held you so sly and so gently.

His eyes swept over your body. Your pajamas stuck to your body. Your sore nipples were neglected, crying and begging for the warm, overwhelming touch that only he could provide.

Your thighs were like magnets for the eyes of the demon in front of you, so round and shiny, glistening with sweat and trembling. Trembling with longing, longing for him.

The accelerated rhythm of your heart pulsing on his palm that was still resting on your throat made him bite his lip, your droopy eyes maintained contact with his.

Mammon sighed. A sigh of malice.

"It's because of them, isn't it...?" The knee of his right leg went up to the couch, rubbing your huddle of flesh that pulsed and burned, so feverish. Your moans fueling him to put more pressure.

"... It's because of them that I have to look into your confused, crying eyes and feel your trembling hands around my wrist..."

His eyes held a painful melancholy that was being reflected on your own. His irises seemed to ponder the right choice of words.

"What is your problem? I know you see it. I know you feel it too. Do you think I'm just this dumb little guy who thinks about money all the time and doesn't notice things around him? You are such a cutie...so naive."

He pinched your cheek, shaking it a little in a kinda mean way. Your eyes were starting to cross from the simple pleasure you have never received before. The feeling being outright new and delicious.

"I....I love you...why can't you accept that? Are they better? Or is I who is the fucking worst of this family? Am I not good enough for you baby?"

Mammon was shaking, his whole figure engulfing yours in a way where he felt his patience truly slipping away. He had stopped kissing you minutes ago and you would still not verbalize a single word, your shaky hums being the only thing he could hear. A extremely hot feeling being formed in your abdomen and you started to thrash around.

"M-moni-ugh!waitwait "

"I can change...you know? I see the way you admire Lucifer's dexterity, and the way you gush about how strong Beel is...or how Asmo is the cutest...I see it all...And I can change it all too."

His trembling fingers now caressed the same cheek he just bruised, his voice in a pleading tone that made you remember everyday how you broke yourself in unimaginable ways inside your head just to keep your own urge away.

"I already changed when I tore the heavens apart in the fiery consequences of my own actions, and I can change again, or as many times as you want...neither heaven nor hell can stop me from molding myself the way you want me to be...just give me the word and it will be my command...just please, don't slam the door in my face...let me in..."

He released the breath that had been trapped in his lungs for long. He was loving seeing your face contorting in the pleasure he was giving you, but the weight of the situation and his own words made him stop moving, his expression turning serious. His mind settling in and recomposing itself.

The hand that rested on your face was sweating cold, contrasting with the messy, warm feeling you were in, sending shivers down your spine while you caught your breath, becoming more aware of what was actually being said.

"Mammon- I don't want you to change. That's not how things work. Love is something that we build with t-trust and care and there's....there's things I can't give you right now...I'm sorry but I can't-"

"Why? Why can't you? What's stopping you from being with me? Don't give me that love and trust bullshit because I know you have both of those things for me, otherwise you wouldn't do and say half the things you already do!"

He feels like he is in the verge of crying, why are you being so stubborn?Just give in already!

"...when will you pay attention to me? It's me who is here, not them! I'm the one who constantly tells you how much I love you, not them! It's me, always me! What else do I have to do to keep your eyes on me?"

Your eyes were now filled with a furious despair and a feeling of complete disconnection and lack of understanding from the person who was accusing you so vehemently at that moment.

"Oh my fucking God! There's no fucking them! For god's sake! I do look at you! Matter of fact there is not a single day when my eyes do not look for your figure in every damn place! "

"...At RAD, I look for your warm arms and your pouty "Morning", at the grocery store, I look at the fucking prices and imagine you standing next to me, complaining how everything seems more expensive again, when I'm taking a shower, I look at the shampoo and try to imagine that one day my wish will come true, and that I will, indeed, feel your calloused and long fingers rubbing my scalp whilw you pour over me words so sweet that I could die right there from ingesting too much sugar...... I look at you, everywhere, every day...."

"But how, how! Look at that! Look! A flabby, horrible belly, big arms, swollen legs, and a completely deformed ass..... How can I give you something so wretched and despicable? You are a fucking model!! How can I feel happy knowing that people will make fun of you behind your back, just because you're with me? Don't you understand? I'm not for everyone's eyes and much less for yours! Forget me and make me disappear from your mind, look at me, but in the most horrible way possible, destroy me in your mind and hate me, please!!"

Tears streamed from your - now swollen - eyes, mingling with your gasping breath due to the numerous emotionally charged words you just had spoken, transforming into sobs of someone who had completely shattered their soul.

In a surge of emotions within such a confined environment as the one you were in—mentally and physically — he couldn't take it anymore. He needed you to understand how deep and true his feelings were and are. He needed you to understand that his words weren't mere syllables and phonemes; he was completely devoted to you, and you needed to accept that, even if he had to stay here all night.

Your sobs made everything more fragile for him. His muscular arms finally lifted you from that uncomfortable position, and now he was the one sitting on the small sofa, and you were in his lap, completely broken and trembling, your breathing uneven and your hands frantically trying to dry the tears that wouldn't stop falling.

He wished he could be kinder during this complicated and delicate moment, but he couldn't think of anything else but making you understand how much he wanted you, how much he needed you, and unfortunately, his actions were also disjointed and clumsy.

He held your hands in a desperate attempt to make you look at him, and it worked; your eyes snapped open from their irritable torment and met his yellow ones, and he could see how your own feelings were devouring you from the inside.

"Maybe I'll look! Maybe I'll think you bring out the worst in me, maybe I already think that, maybe I already know how dirty I've become since I laid my damn e-yes on you"

His voice was louder and harsher than he intended, cracking in the middle of his speech.

"Do you want to know how I destroy you in my mind? Because I can tell you, and even better, I'll tell you."

"Every day I gotta wake up with my dick hard as a rock 'cause for the millionth time I dreamed I was stuffing you with my cum. Every night i have to jerk off till nothin' comes out just so I can sleep in peace with the fact that you are not mine!"

"And I curse you every time you decide to wear my t-shirts, which get so tight on your body, because I know that when I get to my room I'll be taken by a deafening heat and I'll rave until I can call you, even though I've just left your bedroom, just to stroke my cock to the sound of your annoyed voice..."

Your lips parted like those of a fish on land, sadly opening its mouth in a last hope of survival, your cheeks, red from crying, now flushed with the color that embarassement brought to your face.

"And I hate it.... I hate it when you tease me, whispering in my ear and driving me crazy, making me melt when, by a kindness of heavens with me, you allow me to lie on top of you.... and I can squeeze your soft body and smell your intoxicating smell as my body enters a state of darkness the moment your fingers start to wander over my body in simple and delicate touches.... I hate how much I am useless when you are not around..."

His eyes drifted down to your trembling lips and he sighed deeply. His eyes could no longer meet yours, and he rested his sweaty forehead against your own.

"Luv...please, please please...give yourself a chance to love and to be loved."

And that was the last string, the last hope, his last prayer he wish upon god was answered. You threw your arms around his neck, the hiccups trapped on your throat bursted out in the open, and you had the necessity to hide your face on his neck, and you did.

Mammon's arms hugged your waist, sniffing your messy scent and feeling his body warm up in hope that you will finally say yes to him, and to his love.

"Take all the time you need luv', I'll be here...for ya...for us. I know it won't be easy, those insecurities won't disappear just from this...but I am here fo' real now."

His words only made you cry harder, soaking his leather jacket, but that didn't matter, nothing besides you finally opening your heart for him mattered.

After some minutes of pure cry and agony, the calmness of being secure in the arms of the one you love, crashed in. Your voice was hoarse and soft, so little and small that he almost couldn't hear it.

"I...love you moni..."

"Hmm...I know baby, thanks for telling me. It sounds so sweet coming from your lips."

He hears your muffled little laugh and a smirk appears on his lips.

"You are such a smooth talker."

You stir in his lap, making your face nuzzle on the side of his cheek, and you can feel how much he was enjoying the end of the storm with you.

"Moni..."

"Yes, luv'?"

"You are...hard..."

His hand squeezed your thights and you felt his cheeks grow warmer.

"Don-don't mention it...it was so many emotion and you looked so pretty when I was rubbing-hmmf!"

You quickly covered his mouth with your hands; your whole face seemed to be on fire. Mammon's eyes shot open, his eyes filled with mischief but with love sparkling in them.

"Be mine." His voice was muffled by your palms, his breath tickling your skin.

The light tears that spilled from your eyes now came from the hope that you too deserve a new chapter in your life, a chapter full of love and your own capacity to accept the love that is offered to you.

"I was always, yours."

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