#sinners and dates

[licksofvenus]

[belladonazeppole]

The Many Suitors of Miss Fortune

"I fucking knew it!" Adam yelled while pointing at Husk, this asshole reborn as a sinner and didn't took him long enough to come to the hotel asking for a place to stay since it look that lot of sinners could recognizr him and they weren't happy.

Charlie, the bleeding heart that she had, accept him even if she wasn't excited of him be here but she believe that everybody deserve redemption even if that person was Adam who took a liking on Husk.

"You almost convince me that you were a dude!" For some reason Adam believe that Husk is a woman. Maybe it was his chest fur since Angel gave him a shampo that gave Husk more volume or maybe Adam is into woman with deep voices or he's just a fucking moron. "You look so hot that I can get over you having the bitchest personality in this dump."

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD YOU CAN'T BE THIS FUCKING STUPID! " Husk yelled angrily at Adam, he has this argument to many times and just fially he succed in making him see reason in that thick skull of his."I'M JUST IN DRAG!"

The fact that he comes from Adam just makes him lose hope.

Sadly he can't make this moron see reason but he was right in one thing, he look really good. Husk has to congratulate Angel for making his grumpy old ass look this great. Husk was wearing a golden-yellow backless dress with a slip on the side, golden heels to match, a short wig that was the same color that his fur. It make Husk remember his youth when he do some drag as "Lady Luck" but that was when he was alive.

"As crude and imbecile Adam can be, he is right for once, you look quite wonderful tonight, my dear Husker." Said Alastor while spawning out nowhere in the stool of the bar while glaring at Husk. That was actually kinda sweet from Alastor since after their deal was broken their relationship was.... weird. Alastor sometimes tried to treat still like his pet but now Husk could actually refuse.

Alastor still was a bitch in deer clothing but maybe they can move on from their owner/pet relationship, maybe even making Alastor see Husk as an actual person and not his cat.

"Thanks, Al. That—

"Your welcome! But I do have a problem while the dress fits you like a glove the color just don't see like the right one." He squints his eyes while looking at him up and down to then snapping his fingers making the dress changing from golden-yellow to red, "There! It isn't better? Red was always a color that look better on you, my friend."

Or maybe not.

"No thanks. This color fits me way better than red." He said with a smug smile while snaping his fingers and, return the dress from Alastor signature red to his original golden-yellow, which make one of Alastor's ears twitch.

"Just ignore them you can't deal with stupid or batshit crazy." Said Angel while not giving Adam or Alastor much of a thought, the first just flip him in return while the latter strains his smile, "Now give me a spin! I want to see all my hard work before your date ravish you!"

"DATE WITH FUCKING WHO?" Adam yelled now angry knowing that the hottie that he was trying to bang was gonna be bang for somebody else.

"Husker!?" Alastor was shocked that his former (pet) associate was having date he believe that he and Angel were going to one of their silly "going out" but that somebody was having interest in his oldest... friend. It make Alastor feel angry and possesive. Meanwhile, Husk just rolls his eyes and ignore the outburst of these dumbass but still does what his friend ask him, after all Angel did help him and looking like this-

"This is just a first date, Angel."

"Just do what I'll do."

"I won't do anal in the first date." He cringes at bit at the sound of radio interference but refuse to giving Alastor the attention, "Buuh you whore!" Angel said jokingly while Husk just snorted at him.

"There you are!" A new voice make himself know, that was coming from the TV, it was Vox, who succed in coming out of the TV before Alastor could destroy it. "Fuck you old fossil!!" He yell while giving the finger to the radio demon.

Ever since Vox saw Alastor defeat agaisnt Adam he become more bold in entering to the hotel to mock the other overlord and old rival much to everybody else annoyance. Even fake dating Husk to have more info but the dumbass become more invested in Husk.

He may become Husk unofficial sugar daddy.

They don't even fuck.

Vox just gaves Husk money like an idiot for doing nothing.

Again Vox is a moron.

"Are you gonna fuck a fucking TV instead of having me? The Dickmaster?" Adam asked in disbelieve, fuck he fall really hard in this one. "He looks soo desperate."

"Inded and needy." Alastor glare harder at Vox, "I would expect that you have a better taste than this, Husker." At hint of dissapointment was in Alastor voice. Vox, for the first time, didn't put a lot of mind on them, "And you two are better?" He asked while crossing his arms to them point to Adam, "You! A broke fallen angel that is so fucking desperate that come to the place that tried to destroy in the first place!" Now pointing at Alastor, "And you! A coward who escape in battle and treat him like a pet at best!"

Now looking smug, "While I'm a powerful overlord that has tons of money and can make any of his whishes reality."

"I mean he isn't wrong."

"True, but Husk has a date with somebody waaayy better than any of you guys."

"WHO?" The three of them ask in anger.

"Hoo Mama!"

The three sinners slowly begin to turn around to see Lucifer the King of Hell with a bottle of apple cider and his mouth wide open at the sight of Husk, so he was the date.

That motherfucker.

Lucifer seeing that there were more people watching him pulled himself together as best he could, failure of course, "I mean…uh- You look beautiful tonight Hu- I mean Miss Fortune, yes, that color suits you excellently." He said hurriedly as he handed the bottle of apple cider to Husk who only smiled at his reaction.

He hands the bottle to Angel, "Thanks, Duckie." He laughs a little as the redness in his cheeks appears, "But you have Angel to thank, he's the one who made my geezer self look this awesome."

"Uuhhh, thank you Angel." He said a little awkward as with the use of his magic made another bottle appear, "A thank you for making Husk look amazing…I mean more! More amazing than you normally look, you always look good but now? I almost fainted…"

He really was Charlie's father.

The same verbal diarrhea when they're nervous.

It was adorable if he was honest.

"I understand you look amazing today too, Duckie." He said once again using Lucifer's nickname which only made him smile more and more relaxed, "I'll wait for you outside."

"Thanks, Short King" Said Angel with the bottle in his hand and leaving to his room, "Have a good fuck you two!" He just waves his hand a bit awkwardly, "Don't worry I'll make sure Husk has a night he won't forget."

He was ready to leave until he sees the three sinners looking at him with daggers in their eyes, his awkward posture changes to an arrogant one while he flashes them the finger, "You three want to be me so badly right now."

"Adam, looks like third time's the charm after all. Alfred I'm sorry for not being able to stay for a conversation but I have date right now…. and who are you?" He said the last while pointing at Vox but shakes his head nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter if I'm honest. I have go to my date with Miss Fortune and if I'm lucky it will soon be Mrs Fortune." He said while sticking his tongue out between his fingers.

"Toodles!" He cheerfully as he leaves the three of them alone.

The King had a date and felt really lucky if he is honest!

(This takes inspiration by a small convo that @adyophene and I had it was too good for me not write.)

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Welcome to Lust: Chaggie

Vaggie: (sitting in the back of the Morningstar family Cadillac, dressed up in a deep, purple skirt and blouse combo) This is pretty unexpected, babe. What's the occasion?

Charlie: (sitting next to Vaggie, dressed in a long, backless crimson dress that has Vaggie's mind short circuiting) We haven't had any time to ourselves in ages! Plus, with the war against the Extermination and rebuilding the hotel, I figured we were in desperate need of a date night!

Vaggie: That's awfully sweet, hun. But- (watches as the car reaches the heart of Pentagram City and starts speeding towards a purple tunnel) -where exactly are we going?

Charlie: Oh! Since you aren't a Sinner, I figured we could go outside the Pride ring!

Vaggie: (mental glass shatter) To...where?

Charlie: Punch it, Razzle!

Razzle: (in the driver's seat, gives an adorable thumbs up) Baaaaaaap!

Vaggie: (clings to the seats so hard her nails pop the leather as the car speeds forward and zooms through a magic portal) Chaaaarlie!!!!

Charlie: (hands up in the air like she's on a rollercoaster) Woohoooooooo!

-The car manifests in a purple-blue hued city. Neon lights of lips, XXX's, genitalia, the occasional stripper pole, and "Sex" illuminate the streets in blue, pink, and purple lights.-

Vaggie: (blushes furiously as her whole thought process goes offline, and the car pulls up to a large, pink establishment with a line circling around the block) Ch-Charlie??!????

Charlie: (excitedly) Welcome to the Lust ring, Vaggie! I've had an invitation to attend a show for a while now, but never had someone I wanted to go with! (Scrambles out of the car and opens Vaggie's door)

Vaggie: Lust ring? Ozzie's? As in the House of Asmodeous? (Absentmindedly follows Charlie out of the car, up to the front door, and into the lusty dinner theater illuminated in blues, red, and pink) Dinner theater????

Charlie: I'm sorry I didn't tell you where we were going earlier, Vaggie. I've always wanted to check this place out, but the rules are pretty strict. Even if the owner is-

Ozzie: (explodes into existence next to the VIP table Charlie and Vaggie are sitting) Charlie, Baby!!! It's about damn time you finally accept that invitation of mine! A hundred years is a long time to make me wait~

Charlie: Uncle Ozzie! (Jumps up and gives Ozzie a hug)

Vaggie: Ooooooh....fuck.....

[astrobolical]

Hi hi! I saw you write for Obey Me and was wondering if I could request Mammon, Satan, and Beel with a reader that holds their horns during sex? It’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to!

Grabbing a demon by the horns -

Content Warnings: Ns.fw! MDNI!!, sex in a shared area, riding, biting, growling/slightly animalistic reactions, horny as hell demons, sub-ish Mammon (kinda), oral (GN Receiving), unprotected sex, creampies

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Mammon, Satan, Beelzebub

Hi!! You absolutely can, I love this idea! (Two of my favourites, too ahhhhh!) This was super fun to write, so I hope you like how it turned out! I love how easily these guys can just… do things. They’re insanely strong, capable and absolutely putty in MC’s hands anyway.

I fully believe Mammon’s horns are much stronger than they appear— so he doesn’t need to worry about a human grabbing them being damaging. I think the only brother that would really need to ‘worry’ about that might be Levi, but even then it’d just be the smaller offshoots on his horns, and they’d repair quickly anyway.

Thank you so much for requesting this!

Hands rested against the skin of your hips, grip tentative as Mammon hesitated to guide the pace, to fuck up into you until your hips ached. You could see it in the way his half-lidded eyes stared at where the two of you were connected, the way his hips twitched beneath you in a desperate, needy motion. All bravado stripped from him as you straddled him, raising your hips tantalizingly slowly so only his head remained inside.

“Fuck, MC, yer gonna kill me.” He groaned, head falling back against the pillows strewn across his bed. Slowly you sink yourself back down onto his cock until you are fully seated on his hips, grinding yourself into him, enjoying the way his mouth falls open, little whimpers and moans gracing your ears. His cock twitched, aching for release, precum leaking as he bit his lip.

You allowed yourself to fall forward, arms caging the demon between them, increasing the friction between the two of you, the arousal palpable. Sharp teeth find your wrist as Mammon turns his head to nip, eyes screwed shut as your pace picks up, muffling his little whimpers and cries with your skin.

When your thrusts stilled once more he let out a cry of frustration, the euphoria he’d been feeling slipping through his fingers once again. Your little giggle above him letting him know you knew exactly what you were doing to him, dragging these noises from your demon who would never normally allow you to hear them so easily. “MC!” He whines, cock pulsing. “Come on!”

“Aww, Mammon, wanna cum that bad?” He huffed, glaring up at you as he bit down particularly harshly, causing you to sit back and withdraw your arms from his reach.

Suddenly the hands on your hips gripped tightly, indenting your skin with inevitable bruises in the shape of his fingertips, nails digging in and leaving crescent moon shaped reminders of what was about to happen. Mammon lifted you easily before his hips surged forward to follow.

The motion sent you tumbling forward again, catching yourself on the first purchase that your scrambling hands could find. Mammon was relentless, thrusting upwards with abandon, stilling only momentarily as your hands gripped the horns protruding from his head.

He gave you no time to adjust your grip, growling at the feeling of the pressure your hands provided, as if a switch had been flipped within him.

His eyes narrowed, bouncing you impossibly faster on his dick, ignoring your little pleas to slow, the little cries of his name. “Hold on ‘ta me MC, yer not gettin’ away now.” Despite his bold words you could see the blush on his cheeks, his horns sensitive to your grip as you moved your hands downwards towards his scalp. The base of his horns being touched only adds fuel to his already desperate need for you.

“Wanna fuck you full, MC.” He whimpered, the truth coming forth as he lost himself to the heat of your body, the connection between the two of you, the erotic sight of you losing yourself above him. “Fuck, please, lemme cum inside.”

You nodded erratically, breathless as each powerful thrust knocked the wind from your lungs. The obscene sounds from where skin met skin echoing within Mammon’s room, the way he whimpered and moaned out your name as he neared the edge— it all proved too much as you came undone.

Mammon’s cock twitches as he empties out inside of you shortly after, your tight hole milking him through your own orgasm, his hot cum filling you. He rides out his orgasm before lifting you from his hips, watching the mix of fluids trickle down your thighs, dripping down onto him and he curses at the very sight, heat rushing downwards once again, flipping you onto your back.

You use his horns to pull him downwards into a breathless kiss, and Mammon groans. “Damn, MC…”

He presses himself back into you, not giving you time to recuperate. “Need ya. Need ya again, MC.” He presses his horns into your grip, clearly enjoying the way your hands massage the base where they connect to him. Who were you to deny your precious demon what he needs?

A hot tongue pressed against your sex, hungrily devouring all you had to offer, licking anywhere he could. Satan enjoyed the taste of your body, nestled between your thighs and watching each contortion of your face as he pleasured you. He could feel every twitch of your thighs beneath his fingers, how they tightened around him when he moved his tongue just right.

Hot breath ghosting across your skin made you whimper, the predatorial look in his eyes making your heart race and the heat rushed through you. Satan looked as though he was starving just for you, as if you were the only thing that could fulfill him in that moment. Sharp teeth threatened your most sensitive area, a hint of danger that had your adrenaline pumping, as if simply being at the mercy of the Avatar of Wrath wasn’t enough.

You begged for him, craving how it felt when he filled you, the way his body pressed down against yours, how possessive it could feel to have him hovering over you. “Not yet, MC.” He grumbled into your sex, grinning at how needy you were for him already.

In your desperation you reached out, grabbing onto his horns and tugging him forward roughly, burying him between your thighs to urge him to hurry. What you were met with made your body feel as though it had been set ablaze. Satan snarled, gripping the plush of your thighs in warning as he sat up, wrenching his horns away from you in the process. Though the noise was frighteningly feral, you could see the way his tail swayed behind him, how the fire in his eyes seemed to ignite further— oh, he’d liked that.

“Impatient, are we MC?” He crooned, his hand trailing up your abdomen. “Think it’s funny to grab a demon like that?”

“Grabbing my demon like that.” You corrected, though not as confidently as you’d intended. The look in his eyes alone had you pinned in place, and your voice was lost as you replied in a small whisper.

Satan wasted no more time, complying to your impulses, lifting your legs over his shoulders in one motion and pressing you down hard into the floor of his room where you’d been reading together, mindful of the haphazard towers of books around you.

His cock filled you suddenly, without warning, and you cried out his name in surprise. “You’re so tight for me, MC.” He hummed as you frantically searched for something, anything, to hold to ground yourself as his body rocks into yours, barely hearing his teasing words and tone. Instead you hear his growl as you once again grab him by the horns, pulling him down even if it bends you further in half, pulling him until you can just reach him to press a messy kiss against his mouth.

Satan adjusts readily, tail now lashing at the feeling of being pulled at your whim, riling the already lustful man up further. You’re sure your body will be bruised with the sheer strength behind each thrust, that you’ll leave with deep bites as he tries to restrain himself and mark you as his all at the same time.

He looks almost wild, instincts alight and running rampant with each tug of his horns, each fumble to keep yourself steady.

You lost track of time, senses narrowed in only on the demon using your body for his pleasure, chasing your own high along with him. Each orgasm he ripped from your body leaving you shaking, your limbs weak and your hole spasming around him.

When Satan cums, it’s deep within you, wrenching his horns from your grasp so he can bury his face into your neck, biting down harshly as he growls. His tail still lashing wildly from side to side, a shiver running down his spine as he marks you as his inside and out. “Satan…” you whine, quivering at the pain and pleasure you were lost in.

“It’s okay, MC.” He panted, licking the deep mark he left on your neck before he sat back, staying connected with you as long as he could. “I’ll take care of you.”

A flurry of motion, your back pressed against the coolness of the nearby wall. Contrasting the sheer, overwhelming warmth that overtook you as Beelzebub pressed impossibly close. Large hands moved you with ease, your body weighing nothing to him as he kept you aloft. Your legs wrapping needlessly around his waist, locking him into the proximity he’d set, though you knew he’d never back away now, not when everything he wanted was right before him.

His cock, hard, twitching and desperate for you, pressed deep within you without further warning. Filling you, so deeply buried in your tight heat, his growl mixing with the low moan that spilled from you. So deep, so searingly warm, Beelzebub filled you completely.

His eyes filled with a hunger only you could satiate, his lips greedily claiming yours to stifle your moans as he rocked his hips into yours. Whimpering whispers of his name, flooding out like a mantra, you claw at his back, his shoulders, anywhere your hands could find purchase as his thrusts rocked your entire body, bouncing you perfectly back down onto him.

“Shhh, MC.” He growled, wary of being found in such a precarious situation, yet finding the thought exhilarating at the same time. The contrasting feelings brought a sense of excitement, making your heart race faster, the coil in your belly tightening and the heat consuming your body.

Tremors rippled through your spine as he hit that perfect spot inside of you, blinding pleasure flooding through you and you pressed your lips to his in a desperate attempt to quiet the moans. A deep groan rumbled from Beelzebub, the vibrations tickling your tongue. Your hands moved from his shoulders to bury themselves in his hair, tugging him as close as you could.

Soon your fingers met the plated bumps of his horns, the surface smooth, and you gently massaged the base. A rumbling, loud growl escaped the demon holding you, hips jerking forward erratically at the feeling, and you gripped his horns like a lifeline.

You pulled him by his horns, Beelzebub’s hip stuttering as he pulled away from you, however slightly. His eyes blown wide, overtaken entirely by the dark, hungry lust he had for you but you could see the concern in his gaze as his pace slowed, his breathing laboured. One hand touched your cheek, gently guiding you to meet his gaze, still holding you steady with ease despite the movement.

“Are… you alright?” He breathed, his body shaking as he restrained himself from continuing to take you, to devour you. “Did I hurt you, MC?”

“What?” You stuttered, whining at the loss of the pleasure that had you teetering over the edge just a moment before. “No, no Beel, I’m okay. Please…” You desperately wiggled your hips, silently pleading for him to start again, to give you what you both needed. You pulled his horns again, his time to guide his mouth to yours.

Reassured, Beelzebub’s worry faded away, his wings chittering behind him as he began his brutal pace again. The sound of his skin against yours echoing in the quiet of the kitchen, moonlight filtering through the window.

His grunts, breathing, and growls all you could hear, his scent overwhelming, Beelzebub overwhelmed every sense you had. “Beel, Beel, please—“

Waves of pleasure overtook you as you came undone from his cock alone, grip tightening on his horns and you could feel his grip on your hips tighten, a loud moan coming from your demon as you tightened around him.

Beelzebub pressed in one final time, stilling as his cock twitched, releasing into you, filling you even more, making you unbearably warm. You kissed him, finally releasing his horns in favour of cupping his face in your palms, only moving far enough away to rest your forehead against his as you parted, panting.

“I’m glad you’re okay, MC.” He whispered, nuzzling his forehead into yours, not releasing you from his hold. “When you grabbed my horns I was worried you were trying to stop me.”

“Never, Beel, you’ve never hurt me.” You smiled, touched that even in the throes of passion Beelzebub was still concerned with your safety over his own pleasure. “I’m sorry I just grabbed them like that.”

He laughed, finally pulling himself from your warmth, though still holding you closely. “Don’t be, MC. Next time, will you grab my horns again…?”

You stared at him a moment, before realizing that it must have felt good to Beel. “Of course.” It was your turn to laugh, tucking away that information for the next time you and Beel would have some fun together.

[nmoroder]

Meursault askblog post #2: what is happiness?

Askblog tag: #nmoroder meursault ask Please see pinned blog post before asking questions!

This question was asked without any context, just out of the blue, so i had to add some context myself and put Meursault in a situation where someone nearby asks him about this topic. And Dante was the closest match. i struggled with drawing them for first three pages but then the drive kicked in and the rest was pure delight. i love this clockface disaster of a manager /lh

NOTICE: i don't take questions on tumblr! It's a thing on another website and all comics are simply translated from their original language to English. With some luck the questions you'd like to ask may appear out there, asked by others.

[masonjarsmoments]

Was it casual when we had odd dinners and you teached me how to make pasta?

[in-spain-without-an-s]

defeating jannik sinner when your next opponent is carlos alcaraz is apparently a bad idea

[onscarlitos]

Roger Federer documentary, quote from Rafa: “The feeling before a Grand Slam final against Roger, it’s different.”

It’s Different

strikes again. And yeah I’m sobbing after that

[schumi-nadal]

Carlos "I want this match to never end" Alcaraz

[songganna]

midnight thoughts: I really miss jannik and jack together. I see some pictures and remember august and september were good for dinner

[bluebanana-art]

This week I made a crossover between huskerdust and a great 90s movie that I'll leave you to guess (don't look at the tags though! XD). As soon as I saw the scene again I thought it was too appropriate for the two of them so here it is, I hope you like it :33 This time I didn't copy a drawing, clearly, but I took references here and there from the series, then I changed the clothes and as a background I took that of the Hazbin Hotel and I went crazy making it 😵‍💫 but considering that the protagonists of the film were in a hotel while saying this line, it seemed too perfect! XDD

[interstallerrr]

Jannik really said I'm not playing this tournament without my boyfriend

[sinnerenjoyer]

i think about this guy a lot. what a visionary

[astrobolical]

Cute as a kitten-

Content Warnings: Suggestive, Satan gets riled up (nothing explicit though), Animalistic behaviour (Purring, growling, protectiveness), biting, as always MDNI.

Reader: Gender Neutral

This took a turn, this was just supposed to be fluff but I have no self control with my second favourite brother, apparently. This has a lot of fluff in the beginning, at least. This was inspired from Satan’s texts about cat behaviours.

I made the banner before I wrote this, the quote is accidentally fitting. Also for Obey Me I’ll use MC rather than Y/N, it just fits better.

There was a calming quiet around you as you lounged on the sofa, the only sounds that met your ears were the crackling of the fireplace as it warmed the room and the occasional turning of a page in Satan’s book from where he sat on the other end of the couch from where you were. In truth, it was rather odd that there was such serenity in the House of Lamentation but for now you didn’t allow yourself to worry over what the brothers’ could be getting into. No, the sight in front of you was far more important.

Your D.D.D. was forgotten in your hand, your eyes instead focused on the blonde who was engrossed in whatever tale he’d picked up. Apart from his furrowed brows when something unanticipated would happen in the story, Satan seemed entirely relaxed. It was a rare sight, indeed, and not one you would trade for anything.

While you by no means disliked his temper, it was an entirely different experience to see him as he was now. You adored that he felt a level of comfort with you that allowed him to lose himself into the words on the page. You couldn’t help the flicker of pride in your chest that this was something very few would witness for such an extended period— that you were someone he held more patience for than anyone else.

You’d been careful not to draw his attention or break this fleeting serenity, knowing that at any moment a flurry of commotion could erupt, chaos bleeding through and cracking this bubble of peace you’d found yourself in. It was bizarre that it hadn’t already happened, but you weren’t about to complain.

However, you were also not infallible. In the back of your mind you could recall messages he’d sent you recently, imagery of cats and their habits that he’d found adorable. A part of you, one not very deep down, wanted to see exactly how Satan would react to you creating such a situation— it was an impulse you’d had a hard time fighting down, though often the chaotic nature of the house helped to curb it. Now, though, it was just the two of you in the quiet of the living room. It was as good a chance as any, and probably the easiest and safest to manage it in. Without his brothers nearby it eliminated the risk of one of them irritating him with their remarks.

So, you began to debate the best way to go about it. Stretching, making little movements to gauge how much of his attention was on you— apart from a small glance your way at the initial stretch, he’d yet to look at you again. When you were satisfied that your fidgeting was of little consequence to him you put your little plan into motion. Admittedly it wasn’t very thought through, but it was a plan regardless.

Quietly you inched your way closer to his end of the couch, though the closer you were to him the more you wondered if this was something he’d find stupid. Sure he’d alluded to it in his text but that didn’t mean he anticipated it in reality, right?

Oh, but the urge just wouldn’t leave you.

Once you were close enough you adjusted on the couch, moving to sit on your knees though before you could get close enough to bunt your head against him those green and yellow eyes turned to you, eyebrow raising at the strange position you’d put yourself into. “MC?” He questioned, though didn’t protest at your sudden close proximity.

When you moved closer again he chuckled, his arm adjusting to allow you to invade his space even more. “If you wanted to read with me you just had to ask. No need to shuffle around like tha—” He paused as your forehead bumped against his cheek, making use of his opened arms to close that gap between you.

There was a small noise of confusion, and then a sharp intake of breath as you continued to rub your head against him in the same manner the cats he loved would.

Unexpectedly, the action was oddly cathartic, a show of affection that was something unique between the two of you. However you were startled from the feeling when you heard his book fall to the floor, jumping slightly and sitting back on your heels to give him his space back. You looked at him tentatively, and were greeted with a sight that warmed your heart more than the calm evening you were sharing could ever have.

In front of you was Satan, covering his mouth with the hand that had dropped the book, his cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink as he stared at you with wide eyes. You felt your own face heat up, and you sheepishly laughed. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

He didn’t allow you to continue your half-hearted apology, the hand that had moved to allow you in grasping the back of your neck and dragging you closer, the other moving to your cheek. “Satan?”

His forehead bumped against your own, his eyes closed as he nuzzled you in return. Unsatisfied with the simple bunt he’d given you, though, he moved closer. Mindful of his own horns he quickly returned the favour with fervour. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, your hand finding his soft blonde hair and running your fingers through. He hummed, using his weight to push you back until you were sitting properly, skillfully managing his way between your legs to continue his ministrations in a way that was more comfortable for both of you.

There was a low rumble from his chest, a noise you recognized as a demon’s purr as he nipped at your jaw. Satan’s purr was a low rumble, a sound you hadn’t heard from him before— and wholly different from the purr you’d heard from one of his brothers once. You dared not comment on the noise, instead moving your hands to gently massage the base of his horns as his tail curled possessively around your shin.

This was the happiest you had seen Satan, and your heart nearly melted at how simple it had been to bring him such joy.

However as your fingers continued their gentle work, sharp teeth soon became more daring, the gentle rubs and nuzzles shifting to curious lips tracing where your jaw met your neck. Teeth grazing as he moved downwards, tail tightening in its hold, a large hand moving to your hip as you finally couldn’t keep yourself up, your back hitting the couch behind you as the Avatar of Wrath loomed over you.

You whimpered as he bit down just over where your pulse point betrayed your accelerating heartbeat, hard enough that you were sure there would certainly be marks there for days to come, yet not hard enough to break your skin. The rumbling from his chest faded as new feelings overtook the demon above you, a growl erupting from Satan’s throat as your grip tightened on his hair.

You bit your lip, your breathing quickening as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shirt—

“Certainly there must be better places for this? Or did the two of you want to put on a show?” The sudden voice interrupting the two of you made your entire body freeze and stiffen, and the growl that escaped Satan now was entirely more vicious as his head snapped up to glare at the eldest of the brothers.

The mood shattered, and your senses returned to you, quickly pushing out from under Satan the best you could with his tail still gripping you as tightly as it was, almost unrelenting. You hid your blush from Lucifer the best you could as you let out a squeak of an apology. “Sorry! Um, we were just—”

“It’s fairly obvious what the two of you were getting up to.” Lucifer’s tone was far from light, and it was clear he was displeased at the situation he’d walked into. “Please refrain from using shared areas for… personal fun.”

Surprisingly there was no protest from Satan, whose glare was so ferocious you’d have been terrified if you weren’t as close with him as you were. He was stiff, the only sound escaping him a low, threatening growl.

You turned your head to look at Lucifer, who rolled his eyes. “Oh, I’m so frightened.” He drawled, his words dripping with sarcasm as he smirked at his younger brother. “Take this to somewhere private, or behave yourselves.”

The blonde simply pulled you closer in response, and you realized he was simply unwilling to let Lucifer ‘take’ you. The possessive display made a heat reignite in your belly again, but you tried your best to ignore the feeling— if Lucifer had returned, no doubt the other brothers would filter into the house again soon.

Once Lucifer had left the room, the door closing with a sharp, loud bang Satan’s head fell to your shoulder, his forehead resting there as he sighed heavily. “Damn him.” He murmured, clearly frustrated at being interrupted, especially by Lucifer.

You hummed, carefully maneuvering him to nuzzle your face into his hair.

And then you laughed, and Satan huffed. As you moved back you couldn’t help yourself. “I didn’t think you’d react quite like that.” You admitted, realizing the strange situation that had just transpired.

“How could I not? My human showed me affection in the most adorable, perfect way.” He looked almost proud as he spoke, his eyes mesmerizing as he studied your flustered expression. “It’s a shame… it was just starting to get fun, too.”

You had a feeling you weren’t going to be leaving Satan’s side tonight.

[alcarenka]

This morning I saw a post in my tl of tumblr talking about Jannik inviting Carlitos to go skiing together. So I found the video of this in twitter

🎥: juleskoundismo on tw

[peepee-envy]

I imagine this is the real reason Dante stopped describing the unimaginable pain they were going through