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[savemebeel]

Happy Devil Day to the lovely side characters!! 💖💖💖

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)

[shirothequeen]

For anyone behind on the countdown banners!! WE ARE ONLY 4 DAYS AWAY!!!

Enjoy!

[alpine-forget-me-nots]

Just the heads up!

The Lucifer and Mammon UR cards don’t have a devilgram!

So don’t bother unless you need the cards!

[the-great-chimera]

Demon mc gets stressed and subconsciously tugs at their horns and rub at the base where they grow out from similarly to how human will sometimes pull at their hair or pick at their skin.

A self soothing action found in demons with high anxiety.

Diavolo noticed this action over time and made a point to have you sit next to him or one of the other lords for comfort. If he catches mc, reaching to tug at their horns, he will gently take their hands and shake his head authoritatively. " No tugging, it'll hurt you"

Mc puts their hands back down as diavolo gives them scratches and pets on the spot in between their horns. He dgaf who sees, what is anyone gonna do??? He's the prince, and you're his favorite.

[zorosdimples]

pairing ⛧ yandere!diavolo x f!reader x barbatos

warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. this is a doozy… implied toxic relationships, inhuman anatomy, monsterfucking, breeding, knotting, cervix fucking, dubious consent, pregnancy mention, lots and lots of cum, passing out, neglect (kind of), bondage and restraints, implied nonconsensual acts at the end. reader has a vagina and is referred to as “my little human” and “little one.” please let me know if there is anything i missed!

word count ⛧ 1129

notes ⛧ this is the first installment of the garden of earthly delights! i apologize for the wait; i hope everyone enjoys <3

you have never looked more beautiful—more his—than in this moment, diavolo thinks. the demon prince has one massive hand encircling your ankles, pressing your knees flush to your chest. his other hand cradles the back of your head with adoration, forcing your teary gaze to remain on him, a clawed thumb hooked between your swollen lips. his amber irises are nearly subsumed by his pupils, jet as the moonless night.

black spots cloud your watery vision as you slobber all over the digit, broken whines the only sound to leave your lips; the golden tips of his horns flash in your periphery. you’re on the verge of losing consciousness.

diavolo has been breeding you for hours. his long, thick cock—gilt, ribbed, impossibly large, and complete with a knot—has already stuffed you so full of seed that your stomach is distended. the viscous liquid, a rich cream with an otherworldly sheen, spurts out of your abused cunt with each of his powerful thrusts. the rest of it tingles hotly in your core.

“you can take one more, can’t you, my little human?” diavolo coos, breath unnervingly steady given the force of his movements. he leans down to smear a gentle kiss against your damp hairline before dropping your head and sliding his hand down to rub your puffy clit, plenty slick with the fluids coating your flesh.

“c-can’t,” you whimper. your nerves are fried and the overstimulation has your head pounding and your legs shaking as diavolo’s cock batters your cervix. your hands scratch and scrape at his chest in an attempt to get him to slow, to stop—anything—but your nails do not even pierce the prince’s thick flesh. the demon chuckles at your pathetic protests and his pace quickens in response.

hasn’t he taught you that you are not as fragile as you think?

“you can,” diavolo asserts, pulling out entirely. his crimson strands hang past his forehead and obscure his eyes, the glistering gold almost menacing as he leans over you. he strokes himself lazily, grazing his flared knot with a shiver, ready for his high. ready to see your womb swell with his heir.

“and you will,” he punctuates by plunging his cock and knot inside you in one fluid motion, a guttural groan rumbling from his heaving chest. your mouth stretches to accommodate a scream that never passes your lips. your body is aflame, dripping with sweat; the room fades into nothingness as diavolo’s hot cum pumps into your pulsing cunt.

the room is dusky when you awaken. your lover is gone, his warmth and ever-present touch absent, stillness in his place. the slippery silk sheets cling to you and glide along your curves as you sit upright. you clutch your forehead and curse the dull thump in your skull, a wince breaking the quiet. you feel a trickle of sticky cum ooze from you to join the wet puddle you slept atop like an animal.

the demon prince’s little pet.

a rustling sound draws you from your thoughts. a looming figure swathed in shadow floats toward the bed; you squeak in fright as you yank the sheets up to your neck in an attempt to shield your nude form.

“there you are,” barbatos, who you can now see as he emerges from the darkness, says. “i apologize for disturbing you. i am here on behalf of the young master.”

you breathe a shaky sigh of relief—the demon butler is your only friend in the lonely castle. “you scared me, barbatos. where’s diavolo?”

barbatos turns on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a faint glow. his eyes, emerald in the low light, shine eerily as his gaze meets yours. “the young master had to run to an impromptu meeting, but he did not wish to disturb your rest. thus, i am here to aid you in his stead.”

you furrow your brows. a meeting. you were once a member of the student council, privy to conferences and other social functions—until diavolo’s devotion to you got the better of him. (as a human, you are far safer being completely removed from lesser demons. and there is no one better to care for you than the prince of the devildom himself.)

you suppress your memories. “thank you. i can manage myself.”

instead of bowing and leaving, though, barbatos stands still. his forked tail sways at his feet and his skeletal horns gleam resolutely. after a few moments of deathly silence, you rephrase your dismissal: “i don’t need any help, barbatos. i appreciate you checking on me.”

the demon takes a step closer to the bed, his knees nearly knocking against the frame. “you do not seem to understand me,” barbatos muses, gloved hand delicately resting beneath his chin. if you were less disoriented, you would notice the hint of mirth in his tone. “lord diavolo ordered me to assist you, as he had to leave unexpectedly. i shall honor his wishes.”

the corners of the butler’s lips curl into a faint smirk, but no humor marks his visage. in fact, there seems to be a primal hunger lurking in the dark, verdant depths of barbatos’s irises. fear beams through your body. it starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads its icy tendrils out through your limbs, biting your fingertips. headache forgotten, you now feel faint; your heart skitters like scared prey. unconsciously, you pull the sheets around you tightly, temporarily shielding yourself from the humiliation that is sure to come.

“there is nothing to fear, little one,” barbatos soothes, smoothing a hand over your hair, matted with sweat and his master’s cum. the act is more patronizing than it is comforting.

the demon snaps his fingers and the sheets wrapped around you disappear. you scramble to cover yourself with your hands, but barbatos is infinitely stronger and faster than you are. his forked tail—cold and wet—coils around your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. another snap of his fingers, and your body is bound with invisible restraints. your arms are stretched above your head, almost painfully so. your legs are spread wide and bent at the knee; no matter how hard you try, you can’t move. there’s even a gag in your mouth to muffle your cries and force you to suck oxygen through your nose.

crouching between your open legs, the butler tsks. “oh my, what a mess.” his tail slithers up your leg and settles atop your womb. the slightest pressure from the appendage causes a stream of diavolo’s cum to rush out of your bruised hole. the demon’s snakelike tongue darts out and tastes the semen that is now pooled beneath your ass.

bartabos’s eyes meet yours and he smiles something wicked. “let’s get you cleaned up—shall we?”

[celestialrealms]

some of you are sleeping on how crunchy and tasty the figure skating barbatos card was

[touyaspeach]

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Character(s): Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

If you save or use any of these a like or reblog would be super appreciated!

I edited these for my banners and realized that they’re probably not readily available images for people to use without having to edit them themselves, and I was having a time just finding images that would work the way I needed. I figured someone else could be in a similar boat, and wanted to share.

I removed my purple tone corrections I used so that my banners were coherent, so these are the base image colours! I actually forgot how bright the originals were. I edit images like this all the time for fun, honestly.

[lemonandlime22]

Me after seeing that one Karasu x Mc nsfw fic:

[devildomwriter]

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[savemebeel]

Solomon is giving us aqua core realness 🐟🌊

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)

[vvmorningstar]

Good afternoon

*clears throat* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I'M POOR AFTER THE VALENTINE'S BANNERS WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE

[bbnibini]

A/N: I wanted to do something I hadn't done before. c: This story is a continuing narrative; all themes for the following days are interconnected and are meant to depict one scene. Thank you so much to @impish-ivy for holding this event! (warning: character death; rapid flashing images) P.S. I like writing Solomon in 2nd POV because it's so much fun to "get into his head".

“Live.”

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They vanish before your eyes.

...and you get to say only a word to them—a word not enough to convey everything you felt; beneath the lightheadedness and the cold air making you shiver as seawater splashes on your feet, you sink, your knees giving out; pain absent in your sensations as the sharp blade plunges further into your flesh. You did not feel anything. Only drowsiness, but you could should not sleep. Not when the stars dotting the night sky reminded you of their eyes. Not when you can finally see it in all its fleeting beauty with the absence of rain.

Seawater entered your ears; your back cold from wet sand. Your eyes stung as waves occasionally hit your face, but you were too tired to walk. 'Maybe later', you thought. Much, much later, when nostalgia couldn’t keep you away from your thoughts anymore. When was the last time you pointed your fingers upwards and connected constellations in the air? Why would you even remember the way they compared your eyes to the night sky now? Why now?

You could not even promise them the stars. It had been another practical joke from the heavens above–when the view was so breathtaking but you had no one to share it with, and there was no downpour to blame for your misfortune. How blessed you are indeed.

You discarded the name He had given you yet his own brand of “parental affection” was as self-serving as it always was. No, you'd rather not think of Him. Not now. Not ever. You decided to focus on what you were feeling instead. The cold seawater. The disintegrating seafoam. The lulling sound of waves hitting your face. The ocean you hated so much. There was beauty in it perhaps—to return to where you came from when your candle is flickering, and the wick that holds its flames is on its very last threads.

You could feel yourself sinking into the sand as the tides carried you back and forth, your vision faltering.

The Big Dipper with two “handles”. Three. Two. Four. You squinted your eyes and finally saw only one.

Saturn on Sagittarius. The morning star in midnight- Aurora Borealis in painted in tropical canvas-no. That can't be. Then, you realised and laughed.

The false sky showed you more impossibilities, perhaps as a way to comfort you. The world in your failing vision is crumbling as much as you were, but it was a great comfort to know that only you got to witness its very last moments. Your sacrifice wasn't in vain. They, after all, lived.

Just like you wished.

Just like you hoped.

Just like you dreamed. .. . . . . .

It should have hurt, but you opened your eyes again, got up, summoned the last ounce of strength you had and kept walking.

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[the-great-chimera]

Nightbringer mc

You can not convince me that Solomon doesn't have videos of mc chasing their own tail or scaring themselves when their wings touch something.

Ever since gaining this new form, it's been a struggle. Learning how to use their new extremities and limbs. New parts of their brain have been activated thanks to the new physical form. So when mc's wings subconsciously move or instinctively flap, they get spooked and flinch, and Solomon tries so hard to hold his tongue and not laugh.

Or when mc's tail kept moving all on its own, and it was pissing themselves off. Solomon holds up his phone and records his student going in circles like a dog trying to catch their own tail and getting so frustrated " BECAUSE IT WONT FUCKING STAY STILL!!!"

[12am-motivation]

THEY LOOKING FINEEE

[leaving-grapefruitss]

anything for you, babygirl