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Full Satan Birthday Chat

Last Year’s Birthday Chat

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10 FACTS ABOUT SATAN

(Satan's birthday celebration post 🥳)

Zodiac: Cancer. Birthday: July 14.

Favorite food (drink to be more precise): wine with poison from a poisonous snake.

He likes both beating and being beaten. But the latter is only preserved for us, his beloved.

Satan knows the face and name of every devil in Gehenna. Some even had the privilege of being named by him when they were born.

The smartphone we are using to chat with other devils originally belonged to Satan. He has a lot of smartphones due to the nature of his job so he gave us one for usage.

He stole our first kiss and the first devil to fuck us.

Satan sleeps with open eyes.

At this moment, Satan is one of the only two devils to have made contracts with us (our own contracts, not Solomon's). He's also the first devil to have his contract with Solomon broken.

His archenemy in Heaven is Gabriel.

The backseat of his motorcycle is reserved for us.

Happy Birthday, our King of Wrath 🥳

I made effort to not mention his height in this post, in case you are wondering.

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it’s not his birthday in my timezone but idc :3

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🥳 Happy Birthday to the king of cats, Satan! 🥳

"It's Satan's birthday today so he's allowed to destroy any toy without repercussions. Though unfortunately, he stole this mouse from Bimet's stash so now the staffs have to suffer Bimet's wrath.

P.S. please donate toys to the cat cafe to make Bimet happy"

-Cafe Staff

Why is Satan the king of cats? He's one of the reason why I started this entire cat AU, he's the first one I made into a cat ÙwÚ

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HBD SATAN!!😋

very rushed u may see some mistakes U-U

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His Majesty Satan said he wanna celebrate this year's birthday with his favourite human Glaucous (my MC) so all Gehenna devils get on their motorbikes to kidnap her all the way from Niflhiem :)

(I didn't have enough time for rendering and I suck at it anw so... pls ignore it :'))

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That should have been his H scene. Paimon and MC got covered in blood and need to wash it off together. Devil energy exchange ensues. Bonus points if Paimon purposely got MC covered in blood because he really, really wanted to take a bath with them.

Paimon's home screen line about being drenched in blood and wanting to wash with mc together is so uhmm

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gonna start this off by saying that i will be ranting? sharing my thoughts? about honorifics and such in this lil game

AKA a shrimpy attempt at making sense of Michael's and Lucifer's relationship

The term Older Brother has been thrown around here and there in WHB and it's important to know that PrettyBusy is a Korean company and they use that term in multiple ways than just being your actual literal blood-related older brother.

It's the norm in Asian countries to refer to elders with honorifics, not matter what your relation is to them, related or otherwise.

The honorific you're using also indicates your closeness to said person. If someone were to address a man as Older Brother, I would immediately assume that they are close to a certain degree, unless their body language or tone of voice says otherwise.

Most Asian countries are high context cultures, aka you can't just rely on a person's words alone in order to grasp the meaning of what they're trying to communicate. Gotta look at body language, tone, nonverbal cues, etc.

Now, in WHB, the term does pop up a couple of times and each time has a different meaning. Forgive me for this part, I am relying on my pathetic shrimpy memory so I might not have all the details.

The only literal blood-related older brother we have in the game WHO IS STILL ALIVE is Minhyeok's older brother. That's it. Pretty straightforward. I'm sorry my bbg Andrealphus but your bro is dead soooooo

Next we've got the seraphim.

This is where things get messy between them. Honorifics can be both a formality and an endearment. You can call someone "older brother" out of respect as their elder and have literally no affection towards them whatsoever OR you call them by that honorific with respect and affection (platonic or familial or otherwise)

So yeah, the Seraphs using hyung as a way to refer to Lucifer could be purely out of a heirarchy/title thing since there are ranks among angels. But it can also have a more personal meaning. Like actually considering Lucifer as their older brother OR they see him as a respectable older figure.

On the other hand, someone younger can call you "older brother" and it's practically nothing to you. It's a formality, a norm, a title. The only thing you take out of it is that they recognize/respect you enough to use an honorific.

The scenario that I'm getting at is that Micheal might just be addressing Lucifer with hyung either a.) as force of habit, b.) it's his preferred title to address him with instead of Sir, or c.) the kind of affection he had for him changed over the years (it might've started out as familial but changed into something different). Or it's all of the above.

Meanwhile, for Lucifer, he takes that title quite literally. The three seraphs are his brothers, as God said so. His Father gave him siblings and that's the only way he sees them as. It's his duty to care for and treat them like a brother should.

The argument of God being their creator and therefore it makes them actually related is lowkey questionable as fuck cuz God made the devils too. The entirety of Hell would be considered incestuous if you apply the same logic. It would also make Adam and Eve incestuous.

Different people can have different perspectives on what their relationship w the other is. Honorifics can be a way to further show that disparity. Same word but having different meanings between two people using them.

That difference in perspective can be a source of conflict, regardless if it's for shipping or if you just wanna complicate their situation further.

BEFORE YOU CALL ME AN INCEST LOVING FUCKER

dawg im asian. in high school, the lower years had crushes on their upperclassmen who are reffered to as "Older Brother/Sister"

yeah you wanna date that Older Brother from class 4-C who's great at guitar

yeah that Older Sister from 3-A looks so pretty and confident that you cant help but have a crush on her

yeah you can get your heart broken if that Older Brother you like only sees you as a younger sibling regardless of how close you and are how much you hint towards your romantic feelings for him

your Oppa, Noona, Unnie, Hyung, Onee-san, Onii-san, Ate, Kuya, etc don't have one and done meanings. it varies a lot and you cant just be narrowminded and take it at face value.

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⇢ [11:20] - Pampering

🤎𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Paimon X Reader | 🌙𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, Established Relationship/Friendship, 3rd Person | 🖊️𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 244 Words | ✏️𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: No real pronouns depicted, Not Edited! | ❌𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None(?)

🍁𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Paimon take the night to pamper yourselves.~

👻𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐬: This can be taken as platonic or romantic! Lowkey headcanon Paimon using he/they pronouns- Sorry if a little OOC I’m still getting used to writing for these characters.

"She might have been some fabled creature whose home was in a beam of light." - Edith Wharton, ‘The Custom of the Country (1913)’

“What a pretty colorrrr.~” Paimon cooed as he painted your nails. You had given him the free liberty to choose what color he wanted and of course he picked a light pastel pink. It matched your completion he chimed as he gently held your hand. You both were wearing those cute hydration face masks with little animal faces on them.

Paimon was a bunny while you picked your animal of preference. You had hair rollers in wanting to try to curl your hair while Paimon had theirs pinned back and in a loose bun. When they were done they blew at your nails a little before inspecting them. “How cuteeee! They look perfect on you darlingggg.~”

You give a little giggle and soft ‘thank you’ as you continue to blow on your nails. Paimon puts away the nail polish, you already had painted his nails earlier. It wasn’t long for them to fully dry and then a small alarm rings out. A cute little tone and Paimon claps excited. He pulls you and you know it’s time to take off the face masks and continue the rest of your routine. You glance at the cute matching bonnets Paimon had gotten you both, adorned with little cute animals and you smile not expecting any less from the embodiment of cuteness.

You follow the demon, feeling a little glee at being able to spend some special time with them. It was a wonderful night of pampering.

✎ @honey-andmilktea - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. [2025 - 2026]

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Commission I got of Leona and Satan from kaii_kao on twitter. I love this so much ^^

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˖  ݁ . ࿓minors dni; dantalian x ronové x dom!reader ; cw d/s dynamics, restraints, impact play, anal sex, belly bulge, mentions of breeding, cum eating. uhm. many adjectives & whb typical filth. around 1.5k.

˖  ݁ . ࿓a.n this is a repost from my other blog,, I edited it a little and cut like 500 words worth of introduction but it doesn't matter bc i don't think anybody read it when i posted it back then either hehe...whatever.

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Ronové had already had his fill just moments ago, so he had no right to complain while his cell-mate squirmed on the floor, a huffy mess.

Dantalian had been made watch, tied down tight and denied touch, and now his pretty cock bobbed helplessly twitching like it might earn your attention just by being pathetic enough.

It's not like he wanted to be touched, anyway, you thought. Not there or like so.

No, you knew him well enough to realize he probably just wanted to hurt, to be punished until his mind slipped and no longer belonged to him, until his body broke and he cried not for mercy but for more instead.

Wasn't it sweeter, then, to drag your knuckles tenderly across his cheek as you did now, wiping tears of frustration? He cooed and begged so prettily that it made you want to withhold everything, just to keep hearing those breathy "pleasepleaseplease..." out of his mouth.

"Can you keep him full for a minute?"

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Now you turn your gaze to Ronove, who's a drooly, dazed mess too, just barely composed enough to be useful:

And Dantalian whines like you've just betrayed him.

But the other nods still, crawling behind the smaller demon. He claws his thighs open, spreading him wide and holding them up as the latter twists in his restraints and you're not quite sure if he's resisting or inviting further, showing off his cute hole like he needs it wrecked or he will die.

His wrists are bound; he can't soothe his cock or stop the way his hips tilt in a humiliating plea. All he can do is hump the air and drip.

The leather of your heart-shaped riding crop trails along his belly, so soft and inviting you almost want to drop everything and kiss it better. It goes down the written expletives, bruises and red marks you've already painted there while you three made out earlier, too handsy.

It's cute, all of it is. They, especially, are cute: two sweet demons offered up to you like toys to make use of.

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Dantalian's eyes well up with tears, whether following the sting of your crop against his puffy nipples, his piercings jingling, or from Ronové's cock slowly breaking him in and stretching him out.

From your position and as he is being displayed, you can watch his pink hole flutter open and accept cock. Ronové enters him inch by inch, and then you see it too: the outline of him pressing out from the inside of Dantalian's belly.

"There it is," you gasp, compelled to caress the bulge and making Dantalian tremble, clench and break down.

You'd never seen anything like it, and so your palm presses down then, just a little bit-- you just want to feel Ronové too, and his dick responds so eagerly... It shifts beneath the surface like alive and so, so deep, it has Dantalian choking on his moans and spit, trying to hump his ass back but feeling too helpless to even move.

"Good boy," you praise him. "Almost there, right, Ronové?"

It is right. He's not even all the way in yet.

Ronove hums: he's hardly able to speak, even without the gag he often wears. Instead of wasting time and air with words, he closes his eyes under his blindfold and moves into Dantalian's familiar clammy warmth, savoring every tight inch of him.

His cock is raw from your rough treatment earlier, but he remains both unrelenting.

He found out only moments ago that he should do better than to finish without your permission, so he settles balls deep now and just waits.

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Your crop drags from Dantalian's nipple to the tip of his poor cock, grazing it. He throbs, so you smack it soft at first and then once again with more purpose.

The demon breaks down in gasps and his hips involuntarily jerk away even as he throbs harder like begging for more.

"Do you think you actually deserve to get hit?" you ask him, gaze boring into his.

He can't answer, well, not right away.

He's getting his prostate massaged tenderly by a cock as thick as his own forearm and you're also being so cruel and good too.

A little nod comes, and so does a hoarse "yes", tongue lolling out like he's a little animal in heat.

"Alright then."

Your hand cracks across his face. Dantalian's cock jerks and leaks a pitiful string like it only responds to cruelty and he's full on crying now because it could never be enough but the harm is yours so he has to love it.

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"...still so tight," Ronové behind him grunts, thrusting just as slow but even deeper now, with each stroke he pushes that bulge a little higher, a little deeper into Dantalian's tummy,

"...keeps squeezing, trying to milk me dry."

You don't know whether to laugh or hide your face behind your hands, so instead you press down on Dantalian's lower abdomen once more and address Ronové.

"Then give it to him," and a shrug, "why don't you make yourself useful and breed him like the needy little thing he is, huh?"

That sets him off again, rougher.

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"You feel that, all the way inside?" you croon by Dantalian's flushed ear too,

"you're getting punished for being so pretty; doesn't it feel like it? And you're taking every inch like it's nothing, short of thanking me..."

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Dantalian's milky thighs are the last to get your attention; they showcase cute bruises from Ronové, from Asmodeus himself too and he's only missing your marks quite there, so you get on with that.

Short snapping strikes make crimson bloom on his sticky legs, and Dantalian cries out for you, delirious.

You go over the inner side, along his still-plump balls, his taint, and even back to his puffy cock until it pulses and spurts some more, commanded by your tool.

You only stop to drag the heel of your shoe along his tummy too, right over the bulge, pushing and pinning him back to Ronové for a moment. Dantalian shivers and so hard he does, he cums a runny spurt again, and when you slap his cock again mid-spasm, it stops.

"Huh..", still kiss the soft shell of his ear, "can't either cum or hold back properly..."

Your demon pants.

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Behind him, Ronové isn't holding on so well either. Hips stutter and lose his perfect machine-like rhythm.

He slams once, twice, three times more and stays there, deeply seated, gasping, mouthing and biting at Dantalian's neck as he finishes inside him, filling him up like a sleeve until cum leaks in a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and yet he refuses to pull out.

Ultimately you have to crouch by their side, with one hand on Dantalian's cheek to guide his unfocused gaze back to you.

"Ronové is doing well, but can you cum for me one more time too, baby?" you whisper, "one more mess and I'll let you lick it all up."

Dantalian's whole body still thrumming with need, but he nods dazed.

Upon his agreement, you spit in your palm and wrap it around his chubby, used cock. Even though it's soft and aches, Dantalian won't shy away as you jerk him off now with an efficient pace.

"So good for me, aren't you?" you fawn over him some more as he whimpers and thrashes; he has nothing else to give you, really, but will come again for you and when you seek his lips for a wet and messy peck, so he does.

It's just a twitch, a tearful sob and a few droplets: all he has.

Dantalian collapses with his face into his own filth, ruined, letting Ronove's limp cock slip out of him with a squelch as he sits back down and his open hole gapes empty.

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You tap underneath his chin with your riding crop and drag some of his load to his lips.

Before Dantalian can think, he's opening up and dragging his tongue along the leather in an act of filthy reverence.

Ronové cannot be left out either; once forgotten the crop, you trail fingers across Dantalian's gaping, ruined hole and bring them to his cell-mate's mouth. He moans around them, how he loves to taste his lover and himself on them.

Fortunately you have two hands to pat their heads; you're not sure if they realize it but they've done such a good job it has you wanting to caress both tenderly and dote on them,

"If you two keep fucking like that for me, I might have to ask Asmodeus to let me keep you..."

It's mostly a joke, but you truly wouldn't mind having them as your very own.

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Riding Marbas with his hands tied behind his back. He is a pretty feral guy despite his calm demeanor. He gets aroused really easily and will hyperfixate on whatever it is that got him hard. Sometimes he gets a bit too excited for his own good, and a good way to keep him in check is through bondage.

He loves it too. He likes the idea of being submissive to his partners commands, unable to resist to whatever they wish to do to him. But, he's also very impatient and gets frustrated quickly, and he loves touching you, so it's torture as well. Pleasurable, delicious torture. His dick is also very reactive, even for a demon. He gets hard easily, and when he does it stands proud for hours and bobs for attention, leaking precum non-stop like a broken faucet.

Marbas is also sorta prideful: he doesn't like wasting time with people he doesn't care for and wants things to do his way. But if you keep him unable to do anything, tied up, and tease him with slow riding and light touched for long enough he will succumb to his hornyness and beg for you to go faster and let him cum already. It's a very nice sight, his masculine features have an air of youth and boyness to them, and when his lips pout and his eyebrows crease at the corners, combined with some muffled whimpers, it's really a sight to behold.

Buuut, it's a bit of a compromise. He already feels weakened through having his arms tied, and pushing him to a begging, whimpering mess is just overdoing it. So, eventually, he will get you back. When he has reason to be mean, he can be very rough, and will fuck you until your brain melts and you can't speak a sentence. Just as payback.

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STRAWBY'S 100 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL

DAY 2 - Body Worship with BARBATOS

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ TAGS: Massage, oral (f receiving), f!reader, cute barbatos WC: 1.490

When Barbatos had invited you to Hades for a "special rose spa treatment" you didn't really think much of it. You got invitations from devils all the time, to eat something, to go shopping, or to go get down and dirty straight up. It was nice, of course, but something about Barbatos inviting you to a "spa" out of the blue really caught your attention. It was truly something you couldn't say no to!

When you arrived in Hades, Barbatos welcomed you with his usual bright smile, pearly whites shining under the sun, his curly blonde locks bouncing as he strutted to you with joy to give you a warm hug. He squeeeezed you real nice, before escorting you inside Leviathans palace with a big hand on your lower back. He walked confidently, unfazed and utterly excited. Eventually, he stopped at a particularily big room, opening the door with a creak and stretching his thick arm to invite you in. Once you stepped inside, you were instantly overwhelmed with a scent of lavander and vanilla, and your eyes spotted a little table with the essential oils that granted the pleasant perfume, Hades brand. You stopped, looking around the room, losing sight of Barbatos for a bit. The tall, elegant doors closed behind you, and you inspected the room with careful steps. On the same small table you found a beautiful center piece, made of freshly smelling red roses wrapped in light purple and silver paper. To the left was an area that caught your attention: a lavish massage table, the cushion underneath wrapped in dark purple velvet with shiny thread, and right beside it stood a table with varied objects that you didn't recognize, but looked to be used for massaging. Some were wood, others smooth marble.

As you moved to the table with curiosity, your hands dove down to a drawer, but before you could open it you heard Barbatos' cheerful voice.

"Inspecting the place, my sunshine? Don't worry about anything, just lay down!" He said, signaling for you to lay on the table. Hm... So, the "special rose spa treatment" was... his own. It's alright, you trusted that the same hands that could grow beautiful rose buds were skilled enough to give a soothing enough massage. You blinked a bit, smiling with a bit of shyness before sitting on the table. The cushion sunk pleasantly under your weight, and your hands moved hypnotized by the welcoming sensation of velvet against your skin. Barbatos hummed, seemingly happy with your enjoyment, and you layed face up on the table. "Now, just relax and enjoy, my dear rose." His voice was lower, calmer as he spoke above you, his beautiful face peaking into your eyesight like a sunrise. You could hear a liquid being swirled around, before being replaced by the sound of his hands rubbing against each other with a certain wetness. Must be some sort of massage oil.

His hands placed themselves on your legs, starting from your calves. You jumped a bit at the cold sensation, but your muscles quickly felt like they were melting from the feeling of his skin sliding against your own. The oil he used was particularily slippery, and you doubted wheter it was actually oil or lube. However, whatever worry you had slipped away from your mind as his thick fingers worked against your legs, sliiiding up and down and pressing tight circles. You sighed, letting your eyes close and your body relax completely. You could hear Barbatos hum satisfied as he continued his massage. After some minutes, you could feel a strangely hot sensation on the places his hand touched. Was it a sort of... warming oil he used? Or perhaps it was your body speaking for itself, as you suddenly became aware of how sensual his touched had become. He had moved up to your thighs, taking his time to rub slowly against your inner thighs. You opened one of your eyes to look at his face, and you found his fair skin had turned red, a blush adorning his prominent cheekbones and his usual bright smile turned into a focused frowned. His eyes were lidded, and as his hand slid further up your thighs you made eye contact.

"Enjoying yourself?... Your skin is even softer than I imagined, my dear rose." His voice, usually so loud, was low and slightly growly. The sounds of wetness started to make your own face flush with embarrassment, and you let out an awkward little laugh at his words. However, he wasn't laughing. He looked away from you, grabbing your shirt gently and moving it all the way up. You jumped, your body suddenly revealed to him: you really should've worn a bra!

Barbatos hummed... or, moaned? You can't quite tell, you were too distracted by the feeling of his hands massaging your tummy. He leaned down slowly, hypnotized, and he started peppering soft kisses on your stomach. His lips slid against your skin, wet with the massage oil, and you shuddered when he slid his tongue out. "Don't worry, I made sure to get the edible stuff. Although, I wouldn't care if it wasn't edible... I just want to goble you up, my sunshine." You moaned slightly, lifting your head to look down at him. He moved up your torso, leaving more kisses and licks here and there as his hands moved to your legs once again, massaging the flesh of your thighs, dangerously near your crotch. It was hard to focus, between the ocasional, totally accidental, meeting of his knuckles against your panties, and his mouth moving closer and closer to your breasts, you didn't know what to do with yourself on this table. Your hands remained at your sides, your fingers twitched awkwardly when his licks turned into full on sucking. He tasted your collabone, moving to the valley of your breasts.

"My dear sunshine... Ah, you are so beautiful..." He moaned, taking one of your breasts into his mouth. His tongue moved eager but gentle against your nipple, and you moaned along with him. One of your hands moved to tangle in his hair, right when one of his hands moved to trace a finger delicately against your now wet panties. He licked and sucked both of your breasts like a man parched, like he wanted nothing but to be engulfed in your scent and touch. "I apologize, my dear. When I see you relaxed like this, exposing your beautiful figure to me without shame... I can't control myself. I want to touch you everywhere..." As he continued to leave kisses, licks, and ocasional bites against your sensitive skin, he moved your panties to the side and dove a finger into your wetness. His face lifted, looking down and admiring the way his finger glistened with your juices, letting out a shameless moan at the erotic sight.

"...You're already this wet? Why, you're such a pretty little vixen, my rose. Your skin feels so good against me... I can't get enough." He gave you a sultry smile, moving downwards and diving his face between your legs. You moaned, jumping at the sensation of his hot breath and tongue against your pussy. His hands continued their massage against your slippery skin, adding to the stimulating sensation. Your hands moved to once again grasp his golden hair, pushing his face further into your wetness, gaining an aroused moan from him. His strong arms moved up slowly towards your breasts, massaging your nipples and the plump flesh there. He moved his tongue against your clit, ocasionally engulfing your entire pussy in his mouth, slurping and sucking and of course, kissing. He moved like he was making out, as if he would die if he ever left the place between your legs.

Your eyes fell, the scent of vanilla and lavander, the warm oil and his touch sending you over the edge with overstimulation, your body shaking and your jaw dropping without a care to let out a loud moan. Barbatos moaned along with you, like he was sharing your orgasm, and his hands grabbed your waist and squeezed. He reluctantly pulled himself away from your pussy, smily as ever, his chin coated with your juices. His eyes shined like he was looking at the most precious jewel in existance, his hands possessive but gentle. He kissed up your stomach, diving his nose into your neck. "I wish I could bottle up your scent for myself, my rose." He kissed your neck and sucked your sweet-spot, eliciting a whimper from you and leaving a dark purple mark, claiming you. He closed his eyes, humming contently before moving up to give you a deep kiss. His lips were passionate against yours, his tongue delving into your mouth with fervor. As he separatede his face from yours, he smiled more sincerely than you've ever seen before, looking deeply into your eyes.

"I love you, my sunshine."

Strawby here! this is cuteee i love barbatos so muuch, i was so happy when i spun the wheel for this theme and i got him cause he fits it so much!

Honestly i wanted to do more but i'm having trouble writting today, im a little blocked lol. but, i hope you like it regardless.

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˙✧˖° The Red Lump Travel Agency ༘ ⋆｡˚

˙✧˖°{ RLTA masterlist } ༘ ⋆｡˚

As far as we at the RLTA are aware, nobody's sent/paid for Bathin on a trip, yet he still sent us some photos from his travels, so we suppose, here they are :D

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Bathin in the... antarctica?

Bathin at GeminiTay's Hermitcraft season 9 base

Bathin and Stolas at a playground

Bathin in... a desert?

Bathin exploring a swamp

Bathin after waking up in some creepy mansion with a slight headache

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I feel like Levi is very much a one and done kinda parent.

Whereas Asmo obviously wants as many kids as possible. Before the curse, he of course loved making them the old fashioned way with his wife, but now he’s also open to other ways of obtaining them. He just adores being a dad.