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Y’all I hate the way the new messages look it’s so ugly and boring- like I miss having it be tailored to everyone’s theme color that was so cute- and now it’s black and white and boring- it feels like tumblrs trying to become Twitter 2 and I hate it—

Anyways y’all should email support with feedback and say you hate it so I can have it back how I like it-

Also I’m autistic and I have really bad sensory processing so outside of not liking it, the different colors helped me make sure of who I was texting and now I don’t have that anymore and it’s making things really hard- please help me get them to fix it-

Mc being so busy commanding the seven brothers that they forget that they can be commanded too.

Satan and Lucifer fight? You resolve it. Beel getting too hungry and destroying the castle? You resolve it. Mammon and Levi arguing over owed money? You resolve it. You run a tight ship and you’re the boss over those demons in every little way imaginable. Every demon and angel you have met has bowed to your command and let you have control and be the peacemaker.

So when you get too stressed and begin to yell, all seven brothers looking at you in astonishment, nobody knows what to do. Except for the one person you cannot tame.

You feel a hand grip the back of your neck. It’s strong but gentle and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. The person behind you leans in and demands… “Behave”

And suddenly you’re quiet. Docile. Solomons voice calming your mind without a single spell. He smiles at the group as you close your eyes from the embarrassment.

"We’ll be seeing you later, you can resolve this amongst yourselves. Me and MC have some business to attend to at Coctyus Hall…”

(Psst- if you’re seeing this, a full version is coming soon )

If someone doesn’t give me a dick to sit on I’m just gonna hafta teleport into my phone screen like fucking blues clues and fuck Solomon-

Blue skidoo we can fuck the hot sorcerer too

When you think of Barbatos, one word comes to mind. Kind.

Other people might not think of that specific word. You’re sure that someone like Mammon would describe Barbatos as cynical or frightening. But not you, no. To you, Barbatos is kind.

He doesn’t expect anything from you, he never has. You have so much on your shoulders, so much pressure from all three worlds somehow falling on you. And he’s always there for you, never expecting you to be or do anything.

If you need to cry, he’ll wipe your tears. If you need to talk, he’ll listen. If you need to shout, he’ll make you some tea for your strained voice. If you need to be held, he’ll hold you. Anything you’ve ever needed he has always done, he will continue to do.

Because he loves you. Unconditionally, Barbatos loves you. He doesn’t want anything but your love and he doesn’t even expect that. He just loves loving you. And there could never be anything more precious.

To you, Barbatos is always kind…until you don’t want him to be anymore. When you’ll need to lose your head, he’ll be there to make it spin. All you have to say is “I need you to fix me”, and fix you he will.

He’ll use his softest silk to tie your hands above your head. He’ll kiss your neck, grip your waist, bite hickeys so dark you’ll have to seek Asmo’s makeup skills when trying to cover them. He can make you dizzy without even having to slip his hands below your belt. He knows what you like. He knows what you need.

His hand will caress your waist, his lips will ravish your neck. He’ll kiss over the bites that he leaves, making sure you know you’re loved with every infliction of pain. You don’t have time to focus on one sensation before he’s quickly giving you another. It’s dizzying and it breaks you so good. And once he comes up for air, you feel whole again.

And he didn’t even have to touch you, he never does. Of course, if you asked him to, he would. He’d love nothing more than to fuck you into a daze. But if that’s not what you need, he won’t force it on you.

The men you’d loved before had never made you feel like this. No amount of kisses or sex or words said by them could help you feel better. They didn’t try like Barbatos does. And he does it effortlessly. He loves you effortlessly.

And you could never need anything more.

Satan loves to fuck you out of your head in places where he definitely shouldn’t be. Any time someone compares him to Lucifer, he can rest easy knowing that his older brother was too uptight to do anything as lewd as public sex. Satan is harsher. Dirtier. And he can take you apart better than any of his brothers, Lucifer especially, ever could.

And that’s how you found yourself pinned to Lucifer’s desk with Satan’s head between your thighs, tongue lapping away at your clit in such a way you couldn’t help but scream. A hand comes up quick to cover your mouth, effectively cutting your breathing in half and silencing your cries of pleasure. Another hand comes to rub at your clit as he bites along your thighs, leaving hickeys where nobody but him could see.

“You be a good girl and stay quiet. If Lucifer walks in and sees you like this, I’ll give you a punishment your body won’t soon recover from. It belongs to me. Now be a good slut and make a mess for me on his desk.”

TW// daddy kink, light dd/lg, plushophillia

Solomon has a daddy kink cuz I have issues and I said so.

Cuz like imagine Solomon casting a binding spell and forcing you to hump one of your stuffies. You’ll only be allowed to stop if you can work out of the pleasure and undo the spell on your own. You’re just so caught up in the pressure between your hips and the feeling of the soft fur between your legs, you can’t think enough to remember the cancellation spell. It’s so much that you end up crying, chained to the pleasure and begging daddy to undo it but he won’t. Solomon loves to torture you. And it’s all in the name of your sorcerer training, of course. “Come on, sweetheart, break the spell for daddy so he can play with you. I know you know it, get that slutty little brain out of the gutter and break it.”

Brrrrrrrrrrrr

Thinking about..

You’re the wife of a high ranking demon in the devildom. Your husband meets up with a couple friends to play some poker. And like clockwork comes the avatar of greed, Mammon. He plays with the sinister smirk he always has, somehow managing to drain the bank account of everyone but your husband. Your husband scoffs and says Mammon is merely lucky today, he’ll get what’s coming to him. When your husband finally sits down for his turn, Mammon laughs and looks in your direction, golden eyes sparkling with temptation.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting? If I win this next game, you let me fuck your wife.”

And confident as always, your husband replies in agreement. Your brain says you should protest but the ache in your thighs says to watch it play out. And so, you stay silent.

Easily, Mammon beats your husband at his own game. And just as easily does he fuck your brains out right there on the poker table in front of your husband, ruining your pussy for all other cocks and leaving you wanting more.

(Just for reference, this idea is not up for grabs, I plan to use it so please don’t write something based off it :’) )

TW//alcohol, dubcon

Thinking about Lucifer importing human world alcohol to the Devildom so you can have some fun too but you haven’t had a drop of alcohol in so long and you immediately get wasted. Such an easy target, he has to protect you from his brothers. At least that’s what he tells Diavolo before he takes you back into his room and takes advantage of you himself

I STAY WINNING

Both of those were literally first try I do not deserve 😭

…time for me to pass away now bye y’all-

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒪𝒻 𝓜𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒪𝓌𝓃

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗…𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝?

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝟷𝟼+ 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢/𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚣𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚋, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛 (𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝙼𝚎!)

It had been missing for three days now, his favorite item. Absolutely unacceptable. He needed it back now. He had grilled all of his brothers for information but it seemed none had taken it. He would never suspect it to be you who had stolen the beloved object…you’re a good girl, too good to commit such a heinous act. But to his surprise, when he walked into your room to ask if you had seen it, there you were—fucking yourself against it in total exposure.

𝓛𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇

He didn’t say anything. This was the first time in the demon's life that he had been truly at a loss for words. Soon though, that look of confusion turned to a smirk, leaning against your doorway and waiting for you to notice his presence—but you didn’t. You were far too encapsulated with the activity of rubbing yourself against Lucifer’s favorite coat, your moans reverberating into the walls that surrounded you. Deciding that you would never come out of your pleasure coma, too focused on what you were doing to care for your surroundings, Lucifer made himself known. With a quick slam and lock of your door, you jumped out of your pleasured state, quickly rushing to cover yourself with something as your fear-stricken gaze met Lucifer’s stern one, a look you knew all too well.

“Do you care to explain yourself? I have been looking for that for three days and I didn’t even think to suspect you but here you are…using my favorite coat just to get yourself off. It’s truly pathetic”, he trailed off, walking towards you as you shook with fear, increasingly so after each step. His hand roughly grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him as he held back a chuckle at the fearful expression on your face. “If you wanted me so bad you could’ve just said something, you didn’t have to steal my things. Unfortunately, now you’ve gone too far.”

Swiftly, he pulled his coat out from underneath you and tossed it to the side before pushing you down and holding your wrists behind your back.

“Lucifer I–”, you tried to argue, to explain yourself, but you were quickly cut off by the feeling of the demon climbing on top of you and pushing your face into the sheets.

“Not another word. I wanna hear you take your punishment like a good girl. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about pleasuring you. But for now”, he leaned closer, whispering into your ear with such a sharp tone it made your pussy leak underneath him.

“I wanna make you scream.”

𝓜𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃

He couldn’t move, blood red rushing into his cheeks. He wanted to look away, it felt wrong to watch you masturbate, but he couldn’t move to make himself look away. As his eyes studied your oblivious body, he realized what you were using to get yourself off. It was none other than his golden modeling award that had gone missing three days ago. He figured that Asmo had stolen it to have a mock-award ceremony with his stuffed animals again but no, it was you. You were sat on your bed, eyes closed, legs spread shamelessly as you fucked yourself open with the award. And finally, he sobered himself up enough to speak. However, still awkward.

“Uh- Mc- …can I have that back when you’re done..?”, he asked, trying to avert his eyes yet he couldn’t help but stare. You jumped, eyes meeting his with fear as you pushed the award out, covering yourself up with your hands.

“Mammon- I- I can explain!”, you stuttered, tears of embarrassment springing to your eyes.

And suddenly, any feeling of awkwardness or embarrassment he had faded. That look of fear and shock in your eyes set a fire in him. Every instinct in his body went off and he felt a growl shake in his throat, his demon form overtaking him subconsciously. By the time he realized what was happening, he didn’t want to go back.

“You don’t gotta explain, darlin’. But that little award won’t compare to me in the slightest, no matter how hard you fuck yourself with it.”

Without another glance, he manhandled you to sit on the edge of your bed, sinking down onto his knees in front of you, looking up with an almost predatory gaze that could rival Lucifer’s.

“Now how about instead of using my modeling award to fuck yourself, I show you just how much better I am”, He placed a kiss above your clit, watching as your pussy twitched and smirking with your gasp. “And how much better my tongue is.”

𝒮𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓃

There was absolutely no shock 0n Satan’s face or even in his mind as he opened your door to find you in a not-so-favorable position. While he hadn’t expected it to be you who had taken the tie, the fact that it was did not come as a surprise. In fact, he was rather amused by the sight of you. You had one hand in your shorts, working vigorously to get yourself off as the other tightened his tie around your neck, asphyxiating you while surrounding you with the scent of him. It was adorable, really, yet far too dangerous. He wouldn’t be in good conscience if he let you continue…well, at least not without some help.

He quietly closed and locked your bedroom door before faking a cough, smirking as he watched you spring up to look at him. “That’s hardly safe, kitty. You could’ve hurt yourself”, Satan scolds, a cheshire smile on his face.

You quickly pulled the tie from around your neck and hid your face in your hands, embarrassment overtaking you. “You weren’t supposed to see this”, you mumbled, flustered tears making it quiver.

“Oh honey, if you truly didn’t want me to find out, you wouldn’t have taken something dear to me”, he sucked his teeth, taking the tie from you and pulling your hands from your face, using the fabric to tie them together before securing them to the bedframe. He gave you his signature smirk before climbing on top of you, a hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.

“If you wanted me to choke you, sweetheart, you just had to ask.”

𝓑𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓏𝑒𝒷𝓊𝒷

With how much he eats, Beelzebub needs to maintain his intense workout regimen to keep himself healthy. However, Beelzebub absolutely refuses to work out unless he has his special workout shirt, a bright red tank top with a duck on it. It sounds childish and stupid but he’s worn that shirt to every deadlifting championship he’d ever been to. And not a single time had he lost. He had just one problem though, his special workout shirt was nowhere to be found. He had checked everywhere but it was gone. He had checked with Lucifer, he hadn’t secretly washed it again, so where could it be? With a frown, he dragged his feet up to your room and opened your door. And low and behold, there was his shirt. But with the sight of you, the shirt was the least of his concerns. The shirt was pressed under your nose as you inhaled the scent of him, two fingers pumping into your hole, the schlik sound from it echoing in your room. The smell of arousal was thick in the air and fuck, he couldn’t resist it anymore.

“Fuck, Mc, I was gonna ask for help with my shirt but I couldn’t care less about that right now. Let me fucking devour you”, he demanded with a growl, slamming the door behind him and climbing into your bed, forcing your legs open before you could react.

“B-Beel- I can explain-”, you tried to speak, to apologize, but nothing you had to say mattered at that moment.

“Just shut up Mc, keep the fucking shirt for all I care. I just wanna fucking eat you out. Now shut up and take it.”

And with a hand to your mouth, the other pulling your legs apart, before making good on his promise to absolutely devour you, shirt long forgotten by the both of you.

𝓑𝑒𝓁𝓅𝒽𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓇

On three days with no sleep, everything felt like absolute hell. He wanted to go to bed so bad but he just couldn’t, not without his pillow. He’s looked everywhere, interrogated every one of his brothers and he found absolutely nothing. It was like his favorite pillow had gotten up and walked away. One night, he fell asleep hugging it and the next morning, it had disappeared entirely. The only person he hadn’t asked about it was you. But he knew he didn’t need to, you would never steal something so dear to him, right? So, with exhaustion pulling at his face, he decided that he’d try to sleep in your room tonight, hoping your presence would comfort him enough to allow him slumber.

Rubbing his eye, he pushed your door open. “Mc, can I sleep in your bed toni-”, but he was quick to cut himself off at the sight of you on your bed, grinding your sopping pussy against his beloved pillow. Any feelings of tiredness left his body at that moment as a lustful rage consumed him.

“So that’s where my pillows been, huh? You dirty girl, depriving me of my sleep so you could get your pathetic self off.” He stormed over to you before you could process what was happening and ripped the pillow out from under you with a growl. In seconds, still, before you could think, you were pinned down over his knee. You gasped at the rudeness of it all. “W-wait Belphie I’m sorry-!”, you tried to grovel but to no avail. Belphie was angry. And by the gods which threw him from heaven, he was fucking horny.

“Sorry can’t fucking save you now, little girl. I’m gonna make you and your slutty little pussy regret keeping me up this long.”

And with a sharp hit to your ass that immediately caused a tear to fall, you knew you’d be in deep for a long time. And the best part was, you didn’t feel sorry at all.

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @violetdahlias

Belpholo day 7, free day

What better way than to end the week off with a bit of angst. It was inspired by what was hinted at in @whatsamatteratsu 3rd anniversary of Belpholo comic posts, so go check it out