#happy vore day!

[roseytoesy]

Voreville vore day! Happy 8/8!

It was officially vore day! The most anticipated and celebrated holiday in this pocket universe. Voreville was alight with many folks of all kinds from taur mixed to angels to orca folk to fae. The plaza was decorated with many flags with a stomach design on them saying “happy 8/ate!” There were different small stands around the plaza where folks would teleport in. Many stand just having flyers for the days activities and little maps to help guide folks to the activity areas. Along with special teleport pins for those who want to be able to visit as many tummies as they desire. 

The day starts off with a big breakfast buffet, fluffy pancakes and waffles, along with crepes, French toast, and cereals lined a very long table. And not to far from this large outdoor table was a scattering of picnic tables so there were plenty of places to sit for all. There were plenty of toppings and encouragement to enjoy the food and friends! There was even a little sign near the end of the table saying “made by friends, for friends, with friends! ;)”

Many different folks would happily swim in the punch bowl filled with syrup and be added as a topping to a pancake or waffle. 

“Some smaller folk, like this green borrower here likes to try and swipe some pieces off of other plates but what they don’t realize is a pred on the prowl. With a squeak and click the borrower is caught in the jaws of the shapeshifting lizard. Sent down to grumble for a bit before the games begin.” 

*Ah yes thank you Kate for that.*

“No problem narrator/god!” The strange small pink sheep said. 

Many people get eaten by the large lizard and many of them use the teleporting pin to pop out as a stomach whine echoes out of the loud speakers, signaling the start of the next activities. Lizard offers a few friends rides on their back or in their mouth as they go over toward one of the three arenas. 

“There’s a water arena, the mountain arena, and the forest arena! And for any who don’t want to be chased or hit with foods there’s the cuddle zone open at all times.” 

*Indeed there are plenty of amazing options for this day!*

The forest arena is filled with allergy friendly foods and launchers for different types of foods. FOOD FIGHT is on the banner for the maze like arena. With elevated seating for observers there we can see Toast and Lucky, taking furous notes for their stories. Here we see Mystic the small human with a magical art tool and they went for the spice canons, their preferred pred Griff the orca humanoid who grabbed the sauce shots along with many other pred and prey pairings. Cyber happily joined in the war zone as well with their armor and what they liked to call their spaghetti armagetti.

“This is going to be one heck of a battle! LETS GET READY TO FOOD FIGHT!” Kate announced as a loud buzzer went off signaling the start of the games.  

Meanwhile in the mountain arena lizard and many of their passengers put on grey and black camo, the sign for this arena reading **Hide and Eat!**. We can see The large shapeshifting lizard, their close prey friends Levi the goat person, Naess the mushroom folk, and a small umbreon.

*An intense game of hide and seek many prey will go in and very full preds will come out!*

“You should leave the announcing thing to me” 

*hey!*

“The final arena contains the sharks and minnows games! Many aquatic preds get to enjoy a nice swim and a good friend who just want fast enough to escape the hungry predators! And I see Cj taking quite a few notes in the stands over the arena.” 

*that was my line but fine. Anyway!*

The games were afoot and many prey were gobbled up in no time at all, some preds left happily after just one friend and the fun of a game heading to a designated full of friends room to relax on plush seating and even some massage chairs. 

“In the forest arena a fuller than normal griff was covered in cinnamon, paprika, and had a few spagetti noodles on their shoulders, their goggles a bit fogged up but their tail swayed side to side as they cornered mystic sticking the poor small to the wall with a harmless shot of sweet and sour sauce.” 

The orca mer smiled and mystic let out a laugh as they were gently picked up, letting their weapon fall to the ground. “Good game griff, enjoy your prize!” They said and griff just smiled wide. 

“It’s been a blast! No in ya go with cyber” They said as they popped the sauce covered small into their mouth humming happily at the taste and little wiggles-

“Hey remember there are a bunch of other people here too. You can’t just focus on mystic and griff. As cute as those two are.”

*right sorry* 

In the mountain arena, lizard was on a rampage shape shifting every few seconds to go over some of the walls and large rocks sniffing out or chasing their prey friends. Snapping them up in an instant or laying on them for a bit before gobbling them up. They even ate a few other preds who had already gotten their desired catches. Not many are safe from being nommed by that big but friendly beast. 

“And of course the water arena. A few of the merfolk preds like our friend fish are happily full of some wiggling fish folk and others. And it seems a certain naga and fairy are having a bit of a chase with banter~”

*haha… and in the cuddle-*

“No no it’s cute! Tero and Rosey having some fun before such cute wholesome extreme cuddles-“

*I thought you said we weren’t going to focus to much on anyone!*

“Hehe”

*how the heck did you make the evil cucumber face?? You know what I don’t want to know*

“And in the cuddle zone there are some adorable couples enjoying movies or games, with clear belly potions available for some preds or a shared waterproof screen provided for the prey the two can absolutely enjoy some nice time together.”

*just wanted to point out the most adorable couple here all snuggle and warm just chatting together as they do their own thing on their little tablets/gaming consoles: Nebby the little eldritch angel and Adam the multi armed sweet heart. Two of his hands happily holding his full belly as it constantly shifts with the ever impossible form of nebbys true self. Both content and in bliss with eachother. 

“Alright alright enough sappy ness there will be plenty of that with the star show.”

And of course the final activity of the day: the vore star gazing. Held in the cuddle zone, where some parts of the roof are folded away so that preds and prey can stargaze and watch a special meteor shower! For those who don’t want to watch that there are rooms with star projectors that are intractable too! Potions of star belly are available along with the clear belly potions from before. There are special scents that prey can take with them to make the preds belly their own little personal hideaway.

“Many preds will likely pass out from food comas and just being cozy from being full of friends.”

*a perfect way to end one of the best holidays here, in my opinion.*

“**Urp** indeed it is!” 

*sigh. hope you enjoyed the gaze into the cute and fun ideas of voreville vore day! Have a deliciously fun 8/8!!*

[princess-of-the-corner]

I have to do it-...

Ask HC : Happy Day Ladybug!

Ladybug: "My birthday's not until Spring what's.... Huh?"

Chat: "I.... they're not. Wrong. Like they are but...."

Ladybug: "..... I don't like that tone. What are they talking about?"

Chat: "Trust me on this, you don't wanna know. Rena, don't tell her. You shouldn'ta told me, but you did, and now I'm tellin' you, you don't wanna know!"

[pandagirlbutt]

today is the day >:3c

[crystalsblogcorner]

Happy vore day and here's a short story that does with the two art pieces I've made. Hope you enjoy.

Here's the short story now!

P.S: there's blood/gore/death warning and it contains vore, reader discretion is advised

↓ story under the cut ↓

Just a Dare

Oliver stands outside of the dark, overgrown forest, cluching a flashlight and video camera in both hands as he stared fearfully into the eerie greenery.

  "C'mon Oliver, you've been standing there for 10 minutes, just get the dare over with," his friend, Ty said from behind him, nudging him forward, "and besides, I've been in here many times, there's nothing in there that's gonna hurt ya."

"Yea right, just a dare," Oliver replied back shakingly as he walked, being enveloped instantly into the dark woodland, putting all his trust into his flashlight and friend. Just a dare, all you need to do is stay in this woods for the night and you'll be done, your fine,

Oliver rambles in his mind as he watches his surroundings, his body shaking with fear and the breeze that flew throughout the forest, making him feel freezing due to the lack of coverage. "I should've brought a jacket," Oliver told himself before entering a circular clearing, with tall grass and summer flowers scattered about, along with a giant mound in the middle of the possibly amn made clearing.  

Oliver began to walk towards the formation, but after awhile he noticed the mound rising and falling slowly, is it breathing? Oliver thought to himself but before he could look again, he steps and hears a sickening crunch under his feet. As he  takes a step back and examines the culprit, he finds part of a deer carcass, the blood smelling fresh and no flies swarming the dead deer. 

"What the...," Oliver mumbles, looking back where the mound is, but it disappeared without a trace. He looks around, fear washing over him again as he sees more and more corpses. "I think I should go..," he says, before turning around but coming face to face with a set of golden yellow slits, his heart skipping a beat as he sees a forked tongue flick out of its mouth.  

"N- n- naga!?" Oliver stammers, his flight or fight response kicking in,his body choosing flight as he turned and hightailed it.

  He hears the naga move behind and around him , closing off any escape by surrounding him with it's large snake body. He looks up at it's face, a plastered grin across it's face like it saying, I won. He stares at it's face, it's eyes just staring right back, but with one purpose, food. His body tenses up, making his body feel paralyzed and he only thinks,God there's no way I'm getting out of this.

  "Aw, you scared?" The nagas booming voice mocks as it slams a hand right next to Oliver, shaking the ground beneath him along with knocking him over. The naga snickers and haphazardly picks up him, thinking on what to do next with the human. 

"Please don't hurt me," Oliver asks the naga, tears beginning to form in the eyes. 

  "No promises, probably just gonna have fun before I eat you," the naga replies half-heartedly, before bringing up to it's face, it's tongue flicking at Oliver, tasting him.  Oliver just curl up into a ball as tears fall from his eyes, the thought of not coming out of this woods alive just because of a dare filling his mind.

"I'm never going to see my family again," Oliver murmurs. He tries to stifle his sobs but is unsuccessful, he just wants to go home, but that's not gonna happen.  

The naga notices the boys sobs, before saying, "shit, your supposed to be shaking in fear, not crying, god this is to embarrassing." Oliver looks at the naga and wipes his tears, his body still trembling. "Fuck this is awkward, I guess I won't eat you, but I need something in return," the naga says at Oliver, pointing at him with it's clawed finger. 

"O-ok," Oliver stammers through his sniffles, but doesn't expect the nagas fingers to wrap around his torso, raising up past it's head. He looks down and sees the naga open it's maw before lowering him into it.

"Nononono," Oliver repeats, trying to break out of its grasp, but his legs enter into its mouth, the humidity and saliva seeping into his pants. "Please stop!" Oliver begs, but the naga doesn't listen but instead lowers the rest of him into the gaping maw, past the razor sharp fangs. He just lays down on the tongue, waiting to feel his bones breakin two, but instead he's slid to the back of the throat.

"No please! I don't wanna die," Oliver pleads but the world around him shifts, sending half his body into its throat with a sickening gulp. He tries to escape, but the throat muscles pull him fully in, sending him into his death chamber. He begins to cry again, but his lungs feeling crushed in all ways during his desent feels unbearable. After a few second it opens up into to a small chamber, the green glowing walls pulsating as the nagas body works around him.

"Please let me out!" Oliver asks again as he tries to escape, only go fall down the slippery walls.  "Your safe in there, I'll let you out in the morning after I get some real food, so you better get comfortable," the naga informs him, his body relaxing at that statement. 

"O-ok," Oliver replies and shifts around, leaning against the slimy walls before asking, "because I'm going to be here for awhile, what's you r name,mine Oliver." "

It's Lilith, now go to sleep I don't want my ear talked off all night," Lilith says, before laying down and falling asleep not long after. Oliver gets comfy and closes his eyes, before falling asleep, protected from the world and possibly made a new friend.

Hope you enjoyed, and that concludes vore day, can't wait until next year, bye!

[gluttonemporium]

The mood for food is rising...

Also, good morning folks. Will be here later on, gotta get my vorny ass sorted first-

[mcelroyfamilystaff]

[keydekyie]

"Don't run. Never run. No matter how frightened you are."

"But, then... what can you do? How can one fight... that?"

"Stand your ground. Look them dead in the eye."

"That will stop them?"

"No. But they'll have to live with themselves, and perhaps the next one will be luckier."

[squirmifyoulike]

Imagine... The only thing between you and freedom is the pred that stands in the doorway, a knowing smirk on their face. They could stay quiet, and watch the flurry of emotions on your face (realization, horror, maybe even acceptance)... Or, even better, they'll taunt you.

What's wrong, they ask. Freedom is so close. Don't you want to escape? All you have to do is get past them. What's stopping you?

Of course, you both know what's going to happen. If you stay still, paralyzed with fear, the pred is going to close in on you, teeth and eyes glinting hungrily... But if you try and fight them, they'll easily overpower you, and you'll lose, anyways.

The longer you stand, frozen, the more impatient the pred gets. They grin at you, lick their lips... And they start to close in on you. All you can do is back up slowly, eyes wide... And then, your back hits a wall. Slowly, you look up at the pred that's grinning down at you. The air is heavy with tension, and then-

A thick rumble from deep within their core breaks the silence. Before you can do anything else, a hand grabs your head and forcefully mashes your face into the pred's stomach. With your ear pressed against their flesh, you can fully hear the cacophony of sounds inside the pred's stomach. Each whine, each growl... And it's all for you.

The pred lets your head go... But now, they're slowly lifting you up. You're too terrified to fight back, so easily, they lower you into their jaws. They take their time, swallowing slowly and deeply... And within just a few swallows, you're sealed away in a fat gut.

No matter how terrified you are, primal instincts take over, and you desperately fight and struggle within the pred's gut. It's tight, overwhelmingly hot, and incredibly noisy... But still, you give a fruitless fight.

As the pred rubs their now swollen belly though, you realize it. Your fate was sealed the moment they laid eyes on you... A fact that's only punctuated by a loud, rolling gurgle.

[mysticcomfort]

Just Florian wishing you a happy vore day~

[philicheesecake]

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[yummyyummie]

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[quotethemenevervore]

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[thefanciestborrower]

Nightmare Cure

A short and sweet little drabble featuring my favorite lego duo Jay and Cole engaging in some vorish shenanigans

Written for vore day 2023 :]

Contains soft, safe vore and some goofy banter

     Jay groaned, turning to flop on his back and stare at the slats supporting the bunk above his for what felt like the hundredth time. He’d thought sleeping would have gotten easier now that it had been so long since everything had happened, and truthfully, he supposed being able to close his eyes for any length of time without being assaulted by nightmares was technically an improvement, but he just couldn’t seem to fall properly asleep no matter what he did. Every time he started to finally reach that deep, restful part of sleep the nightmares would start. He hadn’t had a good night’s rest in... gosh...weeks? Months maybe? Visions of restless nights spent in a splintering box, endless games played just to watch him suffer, Nya lying still as death in his arms, a vicious hook digging into... Jay winced, rubbing his eye to rid himself of the phantom pain and bloody memory. If it could even be called a memory at this point since, technically speaking, none of that had ever happened in the first place. 

     He huffed, grabbing his pillow and smothering his face with it. Maybe if he passed out that would count as sleeping and he’d finally get some rest. After about five minutes of trying and failing to suffocate himself with his pillow Jay threw it aside and went back to staring at the slats above him, listening to the quiet snores of his brothers. It wasn’t fair! Sure he knew they had no memory of the event so he couldn’t fault them for sleeping so soundly, but it still felt like a slight. Heck, as far as he knew even Nya was having an easier time than he was, and she remembered everything! If only he could just close his eyes for more than two seconds and still feel safe! He just wanted to rest without feeling like Nadakan would reappear to snatch him away. But the Bounty wasn’t secure anymore. Nowhere was. Nowhere, except… Well it couldn’t hurt to ask right? Steeling himself against the cold he slipped out of bed and padded over to Cole’s bed, careful not to wake the others. Gosh, the last thing he wanted was to be caught asking for this.

     Jay hesitated for a moment, shuffling from foot to foot on the cold wooden floor as he stared at the form of his sleeping friend. He knew Cole wouldn’t mind, he never did, but the request still felt selfish and awkward in his mind. Like he was taking advantage of his friend or something. It was a stupid thought, and he shook his head to clear it. He did this all the time during the day so it should be no different at night right? Right. Steeling himself, Jay reached out to shake the earth ninja awake.

     “Cole.” Jay hissed, prodding his friend in the shoulder. Nothing. Cole barely shifted in his sleep, much to Jay’s irritation. “Cole!” He tried again, jabbing a little harder this time. “Come on boulder brain, wake up.”

     Cole always had been the soundest sleeper of all his brothers, so Jay was unsurprised that his efforts had yet to do anything other than make Cole groan in his sleep, but it was still a little frustrating. Well, if Cole wouldn’t wake up, he could at least opt for his plan B. Sure sleeping next to Cole wouldn’t be as nice as sleeping in him, but it would still be much better than his own bed and he had done it before anyways. Jay hated to admit all that five in the morning Wu loves subjecting them all to was really paying off as he crept under Cole’s blanket, silent and undetected. None of their beds were all that big, just barely enough to fit one person really, but Jay was quite a bit smaller than the average person. A fact which normally aggravated him, but always seemed to come in handy for midnight escapades like this one. It only took a minute for him to get settled against Cole’s chest, finally feeling safe. He sighed as he snuggled down and briefly glanced up at his friend’s face, only to go stiff. Cole’s eyes were open and staring down at him in thinly veiled amusement. Jay went crimson. 

     “Oh, so now you wake up.” He huffed, scooting away from Cole in the limited space he had on the small bed and shooting him an offended glare. He wasn’t actually mad, just embarrassed he’d been caught. Embarrassment that was only made worse as Cole proceeded to laugh at him. Laugh! Well fine then, he didn’t want Cole’s help anyways! Jay rolled over and sat up, resigned to spending another restless night in his own fighting off nightmares, when Cole stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.  

     “Jay wait,” Cole said, his voice soft, if tinged with amusement. “You don’t have to leave; you know I don’t mind sharing.”

     Jay turned to glare at Cole, though the sharp expression softened once he saw the sincerity in his friend’s eyes. Still, he made no move to lay back down. “No no it’s fine I just uh…got a little cold is all but I’m all good now! See? Just gonna head back to my own bed now don’t mind me.” Despite the confident swagger Jay was always carful to layer into his voice his words still shook and stuck in his throat, and he knew Cole would be able to tell so it was best to leave before-

     Cole’s hand grabbed his where it still rested on the bed and Jay froze. “If you’re really that cold, you’re more than welcome to stay zaptrap.”

     Jay blinked. Cole knew he was lying, the way he annunciated ‘cold’ made that clear as day, and yet, he had made no effort to pry into his reasons for doing so. Usually Cole was the first one to poke holes in his lies so the fact that he was going along with things just this once felt…nice. He didn’t want to talk, and Cole knew that, so he’d tried to lighten the mood with a playful insult, and it worked. Jay cracked a characteristically crooked smile and rolled his eyes, trying so hard to appear nonchalant when he was really very grateful.

     “Fine fine I’ll stay, but only if I get to pick where I sleep.”  Jay quipped back. “I’m feeling a little like getting my own private room tonight.” He jabbed softly at Cole’s stomach where his shirt had ridden up in the night and had the great pleasure of seeing his friend’s face turn pink, though his undoubtably looked the same if the burning in his ears was any indication. 

     “Well someone’s feeling demanding.” Cole snorted, sitting up and stretching with a yawn—not that Jay noticed the yawn since he was very pointedly looking anywhere but Cole’s mouth—before reaching around the lightning ninja to grab a single leaf from the bonsai situated neatly on his nightstand. Jay felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He took the leaf from Cole without hesitation and crunched it between his teeth, shuddering at the bitter and overly herbal taste. Sure they’d usually brew the leaves into a proper tea before doing anything like this, but it would still work regardless, and Jay didn’t have the patience to brew a cup of tea right now anyways. The effect was instant. One second the bed was feeling rather cramped with the two ninjas on it, and the next, it looked as though Jay had disappeared. 

     Of course, he hadn’t really disappeared, and Jay couldn’t hold back a little yelp as Cole reached down to pick him up off the mattress, holding him in hands nearly as large as he was. With as often as they used this tea, you’d really think he’d be used to being picked up by now, but the feeling of vertigo never really went away. Still, he was anything but scared as Cole lifted him to his face.

     “Well look at that! And here I was thinking you couldn’t get any shorter.” Cole laughed, poking Jay in the chest with a finger that was promptly swatted away. 

     “Oh ha ha, you’re a real comedian bolder brain.” Jay shot back without missing a beat. “How long did it take you to come up with that one, a whole five seconds?”

     “Six actually!”

     Jay sighed, rolling his eyes as Cole grinned at him. Why he’d chosen such an annoying best friend was beyond him, but then again you don’t really choose best friends do you. They kinda just show up and you end up stuck with them whether you like it or not. For what it was worth, Jay really was rather fond of Cole. He’d rather die than admit that of course, but it was true. 

     Realizing Cole hadn’t moved in a few seconds and was just sort of staring at him, Jay decided to take matters into his own hands. He leaned forwards, planting his hands on Cole’s bottom lip. “Alright are you just gonna keep looking or am I actually going to get the room I requested.” The night air wasn’t cold, but it was chilly and in the wake of his unsettling dreams the air felt icy to Jay.

     Cole didn’t even bother trying to respond. The moment Jay seemed to be leaning his full weight on his lip Cole opened his mouth and nudged him forward, sending the lightning ninja tumbling in with a shriek and landing face first on his tongue. Jay spluttered indignantly. The change in temperature was incredible compared to the cold still encasing his hips and legs, and the tongue under him so soft and yielding he might have fallen asleep instantly had he not been so mad. However Jay was more than used to those things and they could stand to be ignored in favor of yelling at his best friend for shoving him face first into a puddle of spit. 

     “Gross Cole!” Jay whined, propping himself up on his elbows while his legs flailed outside. “You could have warned me first!” Yes, he had asked for this, but he still liked being difficult to get down on principle. Not that Cole ever seemed to choke around him the way Kai or Lloyd would, and Zane didn’t count because he didn’t have a gag reflex, but still. Course, he always went down easy for Nya, but that was because she was the love of his life and therefor shouldn’t count either. Cole, unrepentant for his actions, responded to Jay’s protests by promptly licking him full up the torso, dousing him instantly in buckets of saliva. Jay spluttered but knew better than to open his mouth now.

     Never one to play with his food for long, Cole quickly slurped Jay’s legs up while simultaneously starting to swallow his torso, a sensation Jay really would never get used to. Being swallowed felt a lot like being squeezed out of a toothpaste tube, if a toothpaste tube was alive and warm and full of slime that is. His legs quickly followed the rest of him down Cole’s throat, and as a series of soft swallows pushed him deeper, he couldn’t help but relax completely. Somehow Cole just felt so…safe. Safer than the bounty ever had, and somehow even safer than the rest of his brothers. Sure he loved them all with his whole heart, but Cole was like a living fortress. An immovable mountain of earth and muscle with the softest heart who could protect them all against anything. 

    After one final swallow Jay slipped down into Cole’s stomach, surprised to find it was nearly empty. When it came to Cole his stomach almost always was full of something, but as Jay stretched and made himself comfortable, he decided it was the middle of the night and dinner didn’t tend to stick around as long as he did. Flopped over in a shallow puddle of chyme Jay felt himself fading fast, his lack of sleep finally catching up with him as Cole’s stomach kneaded and churned around him. One of the walls suddenly pushed in more than the others and Jay found himself momentarily pinned as Cole felt around for him. Not that he minded, he rather enjoyed being squished. 

     “Comfy in there sparky?”

     “Yeah, thanks dirtclod.” Jay yawned, burying his face in the walls as he drifted off to sleep. “Wake me before everyone else so I can dry off alright? I don’t want Wu to yell at me for leaving puddles in the hall again.” 

     Cole laughed, his soft voice buzzing through the walls. “No promises bluebird. Just get some sleep alright? I’ll see you in the morning.”

[dragons-eat-people]

Being a predator such as myself can sometimes...be confusing. At least, to most.

Like, I get it. I'm a dragon. A big, scary, frightening being who'd crush you into itty-bitty bits without a second thought.

But...that doesn't mean I HAVE to be. But...that also means you don't have to know that...do you? *Wink*

I enjoy being who I am. If you're a dragon and you don't eat people...you're missing out~

Speaking of which, you and I, meeting on this special and fateful day...

Vore Day.

Haven't heard? That's okay. Your day schedule has just been filled, and soon, my stomach as well~

[crystalsblogcorner]

Happy Vore Day everyone! I've made a vore day art piece that will come in two parts along with a story aswell if i get to that, hope yall enjoy vore day everyone!

[novorehere]

Bite-Sized Tidbits:

A snapshot of what life might look like with the seven avatars of sin. Contains a lot of fluff, a little angst, and soft/safe vore with you and the seven Obey Me! brothers. I’ve been working on this on and off for quite a while now, so I hope you enjoy.

Word count: 2096. Written for Vore Day, 2023

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Pride

“I can give you your punishment now, or we can wait until later.”

The edges of the demon’s lips crept up into the beginnings of a smirk. All without breaking his gaze from the stack of documents which he straightened against his desk with a tap tap tap.

“However, I will be leaving for tea with Lord Diavolo as soon as my work is finished. So unless you’d like to spend the evening with Barbatos’ chiffon cake, I’d recommend making up your mind in a timely manner.”

Both of you knew very well that “punishment” wasn’t the right word. Lucifer’s infrequent office calls were less of a punishment and moreso a game, an unspoken routine in which you continuously tested the Avatar of Pride’s patience by indulging his younger brothers’ schemes.

It was a game that toyed with the balance of power, one where you pretended like he couldn’t just shrink you down whenever he wanted and that you couldn’t order him to stop with a single word. It was a game that indulged his pride, one that Lucifer would always win in the end.

It was only a matter of minutes before you were seated in his gloved palm. His ruby eyes lording over you with a gaze that anyone else would find annoyingly high-handed. But after playing his game for so long, to you the affection hiding behind them was obvious.

“Are you ready then, my Lamb?”

He was the morning star, eldest of the seven rulers of the underworld.

Yet despite all of this, Lucifer knew it was you who had him utterly wrapped around your little finger.

—

Greed

Reclining his head against the arm of his couch, the Avatar of Greed kissed his fingertips in mock satisfaction at the burp that had rolled up his throat. A barely audible complaint of “gross” only caused him to chuckle and pat his stomach triumphantly.

“Maybe ya shoulda thought about that before bein’ so damn filling.”

A sound like “Guh” escaped the demon’s mouth as a swift kick to his liver interrupted his musings.

“Oi! The Great Mammon’s gonna start chargin’ 10,000 Grimm for damages every time ya do that!” Ya oughta learn some basic respe-”

And there it was, the familiar flutter of tiny fingers rubbing circles into him from inside. Perhaps it was your way of saying sorry… More likely though that you just wanted to shut him up. It was annoying how easily you could reduce him to a blushing mess without uttering a single word.

“Hey… ‘s not fair. You’re playin’ dirty…”

Mammon rolled onto his side in an uncharacteristically gentle motion, secretly admiring the scene in his full-length mirror. Here he was, splayed out amongst piles of his belongings with his shirt ridden up and his belly rounded out in his lap. If *any* of his brothers saw him like this, he would never hear the end of their teasing. But luckily for Mammon, not even you could know the way his face became soft as he teased a finger around his navel too gently for you to feel.

“Why’d ya stop? C’mon, now… keep goin.’”

It didn’t matter how much Mammon gambled away or how many centuries it had been since he’d hit the jackpot at the casino. When he was with you, Mammon felt like the luckiest demon in the three realms.

But sometimes it was hard to put it into words. Which is exactly why he treasured moments like these, the moments where his greed got the better of him. The moments where he could steal you away to be his and his alone.

After all, it was much easier to express how madly in love with you he’d become when he didn’t have to meet you face to face.

—

Envy

“You know, this is just like that one scene in ‘My Life as a Shut-In Reincarnated as a Worker in the Shopping Mall Dimension’ where Prince Alfonso goes to the food court kingdom and-”

Leviathan groaned, burying his face into his body pillow as if that could somehow hide him from the voice in his middle.

“You can’t use my own otaku tactics against me, it’s… *hic-* it’s not fair!!”

Your muffled laughter reverberated off the walls of his bathtub, accompanied by the occasional hiccup and the tip of a serpentine tail nervously thumping against porcelain.

He didn’t mean for his horns to sprout from his head when you tried to leave his room that night. He didn’t mean for his tail to wrap around your ankle, wordlessly begging you to stay. And he certainly didn’t mean for his stomach to loudly vocalize the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind the entire night. What was this, some sort of tropey romance manga?

But here he was, face as red as a bouquet of queen of jealousy and stuffed to the (decidedly metaphorical) gills in his own bathtub. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, reduced to a blushing, hiccuping mess. And he had nobody but himself to blame.

But really, how could he have resisted? Especially with the visions of what could have happened instead playing through his head on repeat. Asmo whisking you away to some club filled with normies who could actually hold a real conversation, Mammon snatching you up for an unauthorized night drive in his Demonio 666 Lexura, Beel getting a little too peckish and… he couldn’t bear to think about it.

Leviathan knew wanting to be your one and only was unreasonable. He knew that he was a terrible, horrible friend for thinking these thoughts and becoming so troubled at the prospect of anyone else showing you any sort of affection. That no one would ever want to be with a miserable, pathetic joke of a shut-in that wasn’t worth the scum in Henry’s tank-

But as soon as they had come, the negative thoughts washed away like a speck in the ocean as you snuggled closer to his hand, a muffled voice reassuring him that there was no place you’d rather be tonight.

—

Wrath

“With an over-exaggerated flourish, the detective tipped his hat to the dame as he disappeared into the evening fog like the curls of smoke which danced from his pipe…”

The demon’s inner monologue was cut short as a violent squirming sensation roused him from his novel. Your ears detected the unmistakable sound of a huff and a book closing, muffled by layers of flesh and fabric.

“Restless as ever, I see…”

Normally, Satan would be more than offended to have his attention ripped from the pages of a good book. But this time the annoyance that swelled in his chest turned not into rage, but affection as the fire settled in his stomach and melted away… You tended to have that effect on him.

The blonde sighed fondly, gazing down at the bump in his sweater.

“…Would you like me to read aloud to you? Perhaps that will help you settle some.”

Pulling the covers up a bit higher around his navel, he tucked them in snugly around his sides. A rare smile crossed Satan’s face as he admired his handiwork. The man reached over to his nightstand, finding there exactly what he was looking for in the dim light. A paperback atop the haphazard piles of hardcovers strewn about, placed there with care as not to crease the art on the cover he knew you loved so much.

With both of you tucked in for the night, it was easier than ever to melt into the gentle rumble of his voice.

“Our story begins in a world of monsters…”

—

Lust:

Asmodeus knows that true beauty comes from within. How could it not, when the skin of the human that emerges from his lips always feels so much softer and smoother than before? He makes sure to bring it to your attention every time, doting over how the glow of his inner beauty rubs off on you so easily. Despite everything, he thinks you look so gorgeous lying in his palm. Layers of mucus, tired bags under your eyes, and all.

But sometimes it’s hard to feel beautiful inside or out with wings dyed black and pointed horns replacing the light of your halo.

—

A delicate, painted fingertip wipes a stray bead of drool from your face. The other hand is busy at your head, gently combing the tangles from your still-damp hair with the tiniest heart-shaped hairbrush. Asmodeus had been ecstatic the day it arrived, practically bowling over Levi before snatching the Akuzon package from his arms with a squeal.

It was a ritual at this point, the way he pampered you after letting you out. Swaddling you in a soft, lilac-scented hand towel warmed by the gentle breeze of his hairdryer, wiping you clean as he hummed a familiar tune.

“Baby, you want my love


No matter who you are


I want you to show me


I fell in love with someone


Besides myself for the first time”

He didn’t need to be the “Jewel of the Heavens” with you as his jewel, a precious pearl to tuck away beside his heart where all the things he loves live.

And he had so, so much love to give.

—

Gluttony

Beelzebub was on the verge of snapping when you came to him.

He was breathing heavily when you found his monstrous, horned silhouette hunched over the empty refrigerator. Frightened eyes were glazed over with a hunger that threatened to swallow you up with their very gaze. His mouth opened in a silent plea, perhaps an apology, but it was drowned out by the roar of his stomach.

Sometimes it felt as if no amount of food could put out the fire that raged within him. The burning sensation could only be briefly dulled by each cooling mouthful that slid down his throat. But then it was gone, claimed by the emptiness inside him that demanded “more.”

But you… you were different.

Simply being around you made him feel full, and for that he was ever grateful. But sometimes he needed more than a feeling. He needed to be sure you were there, to know that you were alive. To feel the weight of that missing piece that left him the day that he fell.

But despite what he needed, he still required your explicit permission to take it.

“…Can I?”

“You may.”

With your words, Beelzebub gave himself over to his gluttony. It was primal, animalistic… but one thing was for certain.

No demon in hell could devour you as lovingly as he did that night.

—

Sloth

Beneath the attic room comforter, an incoherent mumble could be heard from a demon-sized lump in the sheets.

Belphegor rolled onto his stomach as he nestled deeper into his nest of blankets. It didn’t take long at all for a lazy smile to crawl across the Avatar of Sloth’s face. Even though you were undoubtedly squashed in this position, he could still feel your tiny hands working their magic just like he had asked.

Oh, how you spoiled him rotten.

It was hard not to with the way Belphegor expressed his desires so plainly. To borrow your jacket to use as a pillow, to keep quiet to Lucifer about skipping classes, to stroke his hair while he lay on your lap. The others weren’t too thrilled with your coddling, but Belphie couldn’t care less.

After all, they had gotten so much more time with you than he had. They got to know you, to love you, to taste you… all before you even knew his name.

Belphegor was the Avatar of Sloth, not envy. But there was once a time when the unmistakable tingling warmth of his twin indulging in you left the bitter aftertaste of jealousy on his tongue. It was a strange feeling, his brother’s affection for a human. One that, until recently, he couldn’t quite understand. And at the time, he had no desire to.

Nowadays the sensation was far from unwelcome. But ever since that night at the castle when he gifted you his pact, Belphegor had found that he much preferred having you all to himself in person. All to himself…

A small yawn escaped the youngest’s mouth as mind wandered to his twin. Could he feel it too, he wondered? The phantom weight of your touch?

…Perhaps he’d ask Beel about it later. But for now, he had an extremely important nap to get to.

—

Neither of you were conscious enough to know it, but that night as Beelzebub carried his brother down to his own bed and tucked him in, he whispered not one, but two good-nights.