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''i've never really been kissed before. well, at least not like that.'' ''is that a bad thing?'' ''no, actually, it's a compliment. i might have to ask you to do it again.''
With Beel maybe? Gn or trans male reader, if you would
((also I just read your rules everytime I think about requesting smth cause I wanna make sure I don't go against em, oop))
thank you and that's very nice of you!! i like to have my rules respected hehe also i kept it gender neutral since it didn't really make a difference :3 tysm for the prompt <3
pair: beelzebub x gn!reader
contents: SFW, fluff, post-game euphoria
word count: ~940
warnings: -
A/N: beel is always so popular when i open requests. not that i'm complaining.
also listen. idgaf about sports. but for beel? hardcore fan.
Âť prompt:
''i've never really been kissed before. well, at least not like that.''
''is that a bad thing?''
''no, actually, it's a compliment. i might have to ask you to do it again.''
There is something fascinating about sports in the Devildom. Whether or not you liked to watch before, you can't deny it certainly takes your breath away to watch the last Fangol game of the season from the ranks. Human world sport canât compare even in the slightest, which is maybe why you're so entranced by it. It's electrifying but also a bit scary to watch demons of Beel's caliber clash together in a fight over the victory. Maybe itâs also just seeing the long term object of your affections getting so passionate what makes your heart skip a beat every other second.
It's no surprise nor a secret that Beel is the star of the whole team, making more points than any other demon and you catch yourself staring in awe whenever he does. It's also no surprise nor a secret how hard you crush on him. You havenât told him as the right moment hasnât come around yet, but itâs painfully obvious you lost your heart to him. It's in the way your body tenses when he catches the ball, the way your eyes shine with admiration whenever he scores, laughing and cheering with and for him. Youâre head over heels in love with him and if there is something he is passionate about you are going to support him with everything you have.
At first you thought he wouldn't be able to see it anyway, which wouldn't have stopped you, but at one point your eyes meet and you know he does notice. You know from his gaze immediately searching for you in the crowd, beaming at you proudly when he sees you cheering for him with more enthusiasm than you ever thought you would have for a sport. But this isnât about the sport. Itâs about Beel. One time Belphie has to pull you back from the railing as you lean over dangerously far, grumbling something in annoyance, but you know he doesnât really mean it. For someone who acts like all of this is oh so bothersome, he tries really hard to never miss one of Beelâs games.
When Beelâs team wins, you jump from your seat and celebrate with the crowd who rooted for them, thunderous cheers filling the stadium. The wave of excitement and triumph sweeps you up with more intensity than you are prepared for, heart racing with the thrill of the last few seconds. Again it catches you by surprise how much you get into it, but seeing Beel smile so brightly as he is surrounded by his teammates makes you happier than anything else. Brimming with joy you canât take your eyes off him, itching to run and see him right this second and so you do.
~
Your body is vibrating with excitement as you wait for Beel in front of the locker rooms, the adrenaline from the last minutes of the game still running through your veins. When you agreed to watch the finals together with the others, you didn't think you would get so swept up in it. But here you are, the colors of Beel's team smeared onto your cheeks, your throat hurting from shouting so much, and heart still beating wildly. It nearly doubles over when Beel comes into view, surrounded by his teammates who praise him for the good game. When his gaze locks on you though, itâs like a tunnel vision and you swear for one second you forget how to breathe.
âBeel!â you shout and suddenly your legs move on their own as you run towards him, practically jumping him, but strong arms catch you safely as if they had already been waiting for you. Overjoyed you laugh as you wrap arms and legs around him, squeezing him in a celebratory embrace and he hugs you back as if his life depends on it. There is something about post-game euphoria that seems to erase all previous worries, probably also turns off all thinking, because if asked later you wonât be able to recall who initiated it.
Your hands find Beelâs cheeks and without thinking about it, your lips find each other in a kiss much more passionate than you ever expected. Completely forgetting about everything around you every fiber of your being only focuses on him. How soft yet firm his lips feel against yours. How his arms flex while holding you up without any effort. How his heart beats just as fast as yours. Youâve been dying to do this for so long and now that all those daydreams finally become reality itâs hard to believe that it is actually happening.
Out of breath you both let go hesitantly, afraid as if the moment would just burst like a bubble once you do. But when your gaze locks yet againâcheeks hot, eyes staring at each other with wonder and even disbeliefâall uncertainty vanishes in an instant. You have no idea what goes through your head, only that Beel takes up every single thought left as you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
âIâve never been kissed before.â You pause for a second, because that wasnât what you were trying to say. âI mean, l-like that! Like that! Iâve never been kissed like that!â You scramble to somehow clarify, your head clearly not working with the feeling of Beelâs lips on yours still lingering there, making it hard to think straight.
âIs that a bad thing?â He suddenly looks the slightest bit concerned, intentions as sweet as ever and you swear you just fell in love even harder.
âNo. No, not at all. Itâs a compliment. Please just- do it again.â
''i've never really been kissed before. well, at least not like that.'' ''is that a bad thing?'' ''no, actually, it's a compliment. i might have to ask you to do it again.''
With Beel maybe? Gn or trans male reader, if you would
((also I just read your rules everytime I think about requesting smth cause I wanna make sure I don't go against em, oop))
thank you and that's very nice of you!! i like to have my rules respected hehe also i kept it gender neutral since it didn't really make a difference :3 tysm for the prompt <3
pair: beelzebub x gn!reader
contents: SFW, fluff, post-game euphoria
word count: ~940
warnings: -
A/N: beel is always so popular when i open requests. not that i'm complaining.
also listen. idgaf about sports. but for beel? hardcore fan.
Âť prompt:
''i've never really been kissed before. well, at least not like that.''
''is that a bad thing?''
''no, actually, it's a compliment. i might have to ask you to do it again.''
There is something fascinating about sports in the Devildom. Whether or not you liked to watch before, you can't deny it certainly takes your breath away to watch the last Fangol game of the season from the ranks. Human world sport canât compare even in the slightest, which is maybe why you're so entranced by it. It's electrifying but also a bit scary to watch demons of Beel's caliber clash together in a fight over the victory. Maybe itâs also just seeing the long term object of your affections getting so passionate what makes your heart skip a beat every other second.
It's no surprise nor a secret that Beel is the star of the whole team, making more points than any other demon and you catch yourself staring in awe whenever he does. It's also no surprise nor a secret how hard you crush on him. You havenât told him as the right moment hasnât come around yet, but itâs painfully obvious you lost your heart to him. It's in the way your body tenses when he catches the ball, the way your eyes shine with admiration whenever he scores, laughing and cheering with and for him. Youâre head over heels in love with him and if there is something he is passionate about you are going to support him with everything you have.
At first you thought he wouldn't be able to see it anyway, which wouldn't have stopped you, but at one point your eyes meet and you know he does notice. You know from his gaze immediately searching for you in the crowd, beaming at you proudly when he sees you cheering for him with more enthusiasm than you ever thought you would have for a sport. But this isnât about the sport. Itâs about Beel. One time Belphie has to pull you back from the railing as you lean over dangerously far, grumbling something in annoyance, but you know he doesnât really mean it. For someone who acts like all of this is oh so bothersome, he tries really hard to never miss one of Beelâs games.
When Beelâs team wins, you jump from your seat and celebrate with the crowd who rooted for them, thunderous cheers filling the stadium. The wave of excitement and triumph sweeps you up with more intensity than you are prepared for, heart racing with the thrill of the last few seconds. Again it catches you by surprise how much you get into it, but seeing Beel smile so brightly as he is surrounded by his teammates makes you happier than anything else. Brimming with joy you canât take your eyes off him, itching to run and see him right this second and so you do.
~
Your body is vibrating with excitement as you wait for Beel in front of the locker rooms, the adrenaline from the last minutes of the game still running through your veins. When you agreed to watch the finals together with the others, you didn't think you would get so swept up in it. But here you are, the colors of Beel's team smeared onto your cheeks, your throat hurting from shouting so much, and heart still beating wildly. It nearly doubles over when Beel comes into view, surrounded by his teammates who praise him for the good game. When his gaze locks on you though, itâs like a tunnel vision and you swear for one second you forget how to breathe.
âBeel!â you shout and suddenly your legs move on their own as you run towards him, practically jumping him, but strong arms catch you safely as if they had already been waiting for you. Overjoyed you laugh as you wrap arms and legs around him, squeezing him in a celebratory embrace and he hugs you back as if his life depends on it. There is something about post-game euphoria that seems to erase all previous worries, probably also turns off all thinking, because if asked later you wonât be able to recall who initiated it.
Your hands find Beelâs cheeks and without thinking about it, your lips find each other in a kiss much more passionate than you ever expected. Completely forgetting about everything around you every fiber of your being only focuses on him. How soft yet firm his lips feel against yours. How his arms flex while holding you up without any effort. How his heart beats just as fast as yours. Youâve been dying to do this for so long and now that all those daydreams finally become reality itâs hard to believe that it is actually happening.
Out of breath you both let go hesitantly, afraid as if the moment would just burst like a bubble once you do. But when your gaze locks yet againâcheeks hot, eyes staring at each other with wonder and even disbeliefâall uncertainty vanishes in an instant. You have no idea what goes through your head, only that Beel takes up every single thought left as you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
âIâve never been kissed before.â You pause for a second, because that wasnât what you were trying to say. âI mean, l-like that! Like that! Iâve never been kissed like that!â You scramble to somehow clarify, your head clearly not working with the feeling of Beelâs lips on yours still lingering there, making it hard to think straight.
âIs that a bad thing?â He suddenly looks the slightest bit concerned, intentions as sweet as ever and you swear you just fell in love even harder.
âNo. No, not at all. Itâs a compliment. Please just- do it again.â
i feel like when a lot of fan artists try to draw brown characters sometimes the art ends up looking like this:
and its like okay, i can tell you were trying to make the character seem brown, and i dont think if i looked at this drawing i would think this character had pale skin, but then you compare it to the source materialâs official art and the character looks like this
and like okay. you clearly lightened the characters skintone for whatever reason, but whenever you bring this up to the artist or in the artists comments EVERYBODY immediately jumps to the artists defense just because the fanart makes the character look Vaguely Brown even though they literally made the character significantly paler when compared to their official art
hmmmm actually i defintely encourage reblogs of this post! specifically if youâre a fanartist or reblog fanart - i think its important to keep these things in mind when drawing characters with darker skintones, especially when ive seen numerous examples of this happening on here. also feel free to add onto this post if you have any similar grieveances or want to discuss this more <3
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may i request 9, gender neutral (male if you prefer that) reader with belphie? thank you <3
#9 âPushing back against my fingers? How pathetic.â
âMove over, youâre taking up the entire bed.â
You and Belphie were in his room, sprawled out on his bed under several thick blankets. His arm was slung over you, his face buried in your neck. âToo bad.â He muttered sleepily. âYou should be used to it by now.â As if to emphasize his point, the demon rolled over, placing all of his weight on top of you.Â
âBelphie! Youâre crushing me here.â Despite your protests, your arms wrapped around him to keep him flush against you, marveling at the amount of heat his body was emitting.Â
âYou should be used to being underneath me by now.â His head nuzzled into your neck again, only this time, his lips connected with it, the demon starting to suck a bruise into your skin. As a sigh parted from your lips, Belphegor couldnât help but taunt you. âAlways so needy.â
Shifting his weight onto one arm, his other hand began trailing down underneath the covers, wasting no time in dipping into the sweatpants you were wearing and starting to palm you.
As your hips shifted from side to side, a chuckle escaped him. Your body was naturally responding to him, and there was nothing you could do to hide it. âBelphie...â You murmured. âWeâre s-supposed to be taking a nap..â
âSo?â His breath tickled your ear, a shiver running down your spine.Â
âSo, we need to get some rest or elseââ You werenât able to finish your sentence, Belphieâs hand sliding lower in between your legs, fingers prodding at your hole.Â
âOr else nothing.â He said coolly, proceeding to push his fingers into you. It made your back arch off the bed, a whimper falling from your mouth as you stretched around him.Â
âPushing back against my fingers? How pathetic.â
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