Snoopy

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It was only natural that after such a big change to life as you knew it, you’d struggle in one way or another. You tried your absolute best to make the most of your time in the Devildom and face every day with your excitement instead of with your fears and worries. However, regardless of your positive attitude, you couldn’t adapt to a change like this as if it were nothing, and it showed by your absolutely shitty sleep schedule since getting here. Many nights you struggled to sleep properly, your mind racing, anxiety getting the best of you far too often.  

Beel kept finding you asleep at random hours of the day in whatever place exhaustion was finally able to strike you after those long nights awake; face down on your desk with the papers you were working on ruined under your drool, on a couch while Mammon blabbed loudly next to you thinking you were still listening, there was even a time he left you for less than five minutes in his room while he went to get snacks so the two of you could watch a Fangol game, only to come back to you snoring on his bed.  

He knew there wasn’t much he could do to make you sleep for an adequate amount of time every night. Hell, he couldn’t even do that himself with how much he got up to eat. But he still tried his best to make your less than healthy routine, a happier experience. Anytime he’d see you start dozing off, wherever you were, he’d scoop you up and out of there, and take you to your bed, or his, so you could get some proper rest that didn’t leave your back hurting. And every night you couldn’t get your mind shut off; he’d whisk you out of your room so you could join his late-night kitchen escapades, forbidding you from drowning in your thoughts.  

Tonight, you were sitting down on top of the counter, tired eyes following Beel as he displayed an array of different sweets next to you, practically drooling. Puddings, chocolates, and several creamy pastries you’re not sure how he managed to hide from everyone else. 

“I don’t know how you manage to sleep after all this sugar.” You chuckled as he started his second pudding cup, going through them amusingly quickly. “It does not have that effect on me.” Beel stated between bites, finishing the cup before moving onto the chocolates. “You’re not going to try anything?”  

“You might chomp on my hand if I reach in.” You joked, laughing at his immediate frown, halting his bite over your comment. “I wouldn’t hurt you like that.”   

“I know that, Beel.” Smiling at his genuine disapproval of the idea itself. He nodded along, shaking off the thought and resuming his feasting, staring along the cream filled pastries, breaking the first one in half and eating his in a single bite. “Try it.” He brought the smaller half up to your mouth, pressing it in for you to bite.  

“You don’t have to feed me.” You muttered through your chewing yet still leaned forward to get a second bite. 

His eyes were lit with that usual sweetness he had when doing anything that involved taking care of you. “It’s so you don’t have to worry I might eat you.” It sounded like he was teasing you, but his tone was completely neutral.  

He split up a different pastry, once again devouring the bigger half of it before leaning toward you again. This time his fingers covered in the chocolate cream that spilled out the dessert, not that he seemed to mind. He fed you small bites until your half was gone, then proceeded to dip his index and middle finger past your lips.  

You pulled back slightly, but that didn’t deter him. “You have to finish it. You don’t like mess.” He murmured, completely entranced as his fingers went into your mouth. The size difference so evident between the two of you just from the sight of his big, long fingers against your tongue. He didn’t know whether to focus on the way you wrapped your lips around them, or the idea that if he pushed just a little further, even if slightly, you'd be choking on them.  

“Beel.” His name came out muffled as two of his fingers occupied almost the entirety of your mouth. You held onto his forearm, the soft touch bringing him out of his daze only slightly. He mumbled a small apology, yet his eyes were still stuck on your mouth, and without looking away he tore into another dessert. This time skipping feeding you to dip his fingers in your mouth again, a low rumble coming from his stomach at the sight. He took his fingers out again to swipe his thumb into the cream and rub it on your lips.  

You were frozen in the moment. The look in his eye, how he licked his bottom lip like he was itching to devour you, and the quick, shifty way he adjusted himself with his clean hand; it brought out excitement within you that completely paralyzed you. “Is it okay if I clean up that up?” He rasped out, gesturing to your chocolate covered lips. You barely had time to nod before his mouth was on yours. It was slow, determined; his tongue darted across your lips, smiling to himself at the taste of chocolate on them before taking a firm hold of your face, squeezing to make your lips part enough for him to slip his tongue inside your mouth, groaning to himself at the new taste. One much more addictive than any food he could think of right now, you.  

“You were brought here for me.” His words were muffled against your lips; his kisses growing more intense, messier. "Tastes like you were made for me.” His free hand gripped your hip, both to keep you in place and to keep himself grounded, even though the rough, bruising grip was doing very little to keep him from devouring you through long and ardent, passionate kisses. 

Every part of you felt like it was being set alight, and all you could do was run your hands across his broad shoulders and down his back. The feel of his taut muscles under your touch being the only thing assuring you this was real; that you weren’t imagining his strained words, or how he sucked on your tongue, how he was licking and gnawing at your lips without containing his moans. 

You don’t know how long Beel was kissing you for; all you knew was that you were completely drained of oxygen when he finally pulled away, muttering incoherent apologies.

You had barely knocked once when he opened the door for you, wide enough to let you come in without much fluff to the action. He was more laid back than usual, hair a little messy, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and a plain yellow t-shirt that clung to his arms just enough to remind you of his workout habits. 

“Feel free to choose.” He motioned to the expansive bookshelf behind the chairs, while he sat down, serving you both individual cups of tea on the small coffee table between them. 

Your fingertips grazed the back of the array of books as you looked through the rows, attentively organized by the subject matter. “What’s your pick?” You asked, looking at him over your shoulder while pulling out a heavy green book with a velvet cover. 

“A new book Asmo gave me.” He sat back against his chair, watching as you made your pick with a soft smile, that he quickly shook off when he noticed your gaze on him. 

“Asmodeus gave you a book?” You snickered at the prospect, wondering what book Asmo could’ve possibly given someone like Satan that actually has him interested, knowing he’s so snobby about what good literature is or isn’t. 

“He said it followed typical human behaviors in an in-depth way.” 

“Well, that’s interesting. What kind of behaviors?” You quizzed, finally taking a seat after deciding on a guide to identifying creatures in the devildom.  

“I’m not quite sure. Something about it being a guide on how to positively incentivize and encourage good relationships, and the actions and behaviors that come with succeeding.” He opened his own book once you started with yours, taking one more lingering glance your way before beginning.  

“Was that his way of telling you, you should be nicer to humans?” You asked with a giggle, settling into your chair by pulling your legs up to your chest and resting the book on top of your thighs.  

He rolled his eyes at the tease. “Maybe. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. And since you’re here, I can verify how truthful these studies might be.”   

You had grown almost completely engrossed in your own pick, excited to understand some more about the world you had been thrown into and had started to enjoy being part of. Yet despite your concentration, you couldn’t help but notice how Satan’s eyes kept flickering to you every so often. Whenever you shifted your legs, brushed a hand through your hair, or fixed your posture, his eyes would glue to you momentarily.  Usually, that wouldn’t be strange; you had grown used to his sneaky ways of analyzing you. However, something about tonight felt different. The air around him had grown tense; His grip on the book would get too tight at times. He’d shift much more than usual, sighing and clearing his throat when flipping through every other page. 

“This is ridiculous.” He muttered, bringing his hand to pinch his nose bridge before resuming his reading.  

“What is?” You flicked to a new page before glancing at him.  

“This. This is not a guide to encouraging or understanding positive relationships with humans. And what it is meant to be, well, it is greatly exaggerated.”  

“Exaggerated?”  

“It makes humans seem incredibly sensitive. It is hard to believe you’re able to become this weak. And if it is the case, I don’t even understand why Asmodeus believed I should be made aware of this.” 

You halted your reading, furrowing your brows at the comment. “Well maybe he worries you might behave a certain way around me or Solomon. While I wouldn’t think of us as the most sensitive of humans, that doesn’t mean everyone is that way, there are definitely much more emotional or "weak” people out there.” 

“No, this isn’t that form of sensitivity. This is...” Satan drew his lips in a thin line, out of ways to explain what about the book felt so grating to him; irritation starting to adorn his features.  

You set your open book on the small coffee table. What exactly was this “guide”? 

“Well now I want to see.” You got up to his side of the room, unceremoniously taking a seat atop the arm of his chair, not missing the way he tensed over the proximity. He sighed, holding the book to your line of sight, letting you see some of what he’s been learning about for the past half an hour.  

“After following the right order outlined in the prior chapter “foreplay, and how to guarantee complete surrendering.” It is necessary to ensure that the following expected results are met.  Involuntary reactions:  Uneven breaths: Humans have a much lower limit to their ability to control some functions when being met with certain stimuli, including their ability to maintain an even structure to their breathing. By now there should be a change to their usual pattern, the more noticeable the better.  Feel and look of skin: As you move through the steps of the foreplay stage, you should be able to notice already from step 2 certain new conditions to their body when touching them. Such as goosebumps crowding the exposed skin of the human under you, or a new redness and warmth in specific areas, such as abdomen, chest, shoulders, neck, or face  Tension: It is natural for humans to experience muscle tension from the first step, especially in the thighs, hips, arms, and buttocks, as their sexual tension is boosted, being a great signifier that you’re on the right track. Relaxation often comes once their needs start being met, need regularly being the cause for the reaction, and even then, it can be usual for them to continue tensing up their muscles as their pleasure heightens. An unaffected, unphased human is not the result you should aim for. If you want your human to experience complete relaxation and further bliss, it is essential to follow through with the steps outlined for the next stage.  Verbal cues: While not all humans follow the same patterns of sound, it is expected to earn out of your human a form of noise indicative of enjoyment. The higher the frequency of these cues, regardless of which form, the easier it is to confirm how veridical the success of your results is.” 

“Alright.” You halted your examination, understanding what Satan had been trapped into reading by Asmo’s completely vague and misleading description. Yet you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at how very fitting it still was. 

“Do you find it truthful?” Satan asked, a rasp in his tone denoting the effect the lessons were having on him, while he looked up at you with a gaze so intense it could’ve knocked you out of your seat. 

 “I mean; I guess. I don’t attempt to notice each of these things on myself but having them explained so clearly does bring up... realizations?” You cleared your throat and got up, the sudden pressure you felt around you being a hilarious proof of how right the book is about the quickness of certain reactions. “Do demons not experience any sort of weakness in these cases?” 

“Of course.” Satan responded, following your lead by getting up as well, hands fisted in his pockets. “But not in that way. If anything, the weakness and lack of control only make a demon more dangerous than they might regularly be. Indulging completely in sinful behaviors is a surefire way to give into their demon forms. Yet for humans it seems it only makes you vulnerable and pathetic.” 

You snickered at his conclusion, “I’m sure demons can be quite pathetic too. But I can agree that humans certainly don’t become any stronger.” 

“So, it is truthful.”  

You simply nodded; lips molded together in a thin line as you attempted to slow down your own display of weakness, yet the closer he got, and the lower his voice dropped, the harder it became. “Is the descend as quick as it says there?” He questioned while taking yet another step in your direction, towering over you with his demeanor alone. 

“You could say that. Under the right conditions.” 

“And what makes the right conditions?” 

“Willing and deliberate attraction I think is the biggest requirement.” 

“Could we test it?” 

“Are you implying I am consciously and willingly attracted to you?” 

“Are you disagreeing?” 

You smiled, bewildered at the way this evening played out. And thankfully for you, Satan took your calm silence as an opening. Perhaps taking the advice from chapter 2 “signs of acceptance to advances” and deciding to take his chance. He took a firm hold of your face, keeping you in place before diving down to meet your lips. The first contact a little hesitant while he awaited the so called “melting”, feeling you soften onto his grasp and reciprocate the action before wrapping his free arm around your waist.  

He pulled you flush against him, prying his face back enough to watch you and indulge in the blissful look on your face; that alone giving him the courage to kiss you again, much more eagerly than before. Biting down on your bottom lip, he earned the gasp out of you that let him dive his tongue onto yours; groaning out of the delightful sense of accomplishment he felt when finally, being able to explore your mouth. 

You pulled away once you felt yourself run out of oxygen, meeting his gaze with a smile you were incapable of containing. He caressed your cheeks with such tenderness it made you reach for his lips again.  

— 

You opened the front door as quietly as you could, trusting that by the time, even if the brothers were still awake, they should all be in their respective rooms. You took off your shoes upon entering, taking soft steps, and naively assuming an incoming victory. 

“You almost succeeded.” Lucifer’s voice made you jump in place, covering your mouth to avoid shrieking.  

“Lucifer! Good... evening?”  

“I don’t think 3am is considered evening."  

“Well—” 

“Come with me.” He commanded, turning on his heel to guide you to his office.  

You walked quietly behind him, and calmly followed him inside, and stood in front of his desk; your rightful place whenever he lectured you.

“Where were you?” The interrogation commenced the moment he took a seat. 

“The castle.” 

“That’s not correct.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed at the comment, “How would you know that?” 

“Don’t be foolish now. You have left the house on your own for four nights in a row this week. I am bound to investigate.” 

“And I’m guessing by investigate you mean asking Diavolo.” You teased, the stern look on his face only serving to indulge you further.  

“How bright. And according to him, you were not there tonight, at least not with him.” 

“Well, I’m sorry to break whatever twisted fantasy you were considering, but I was indeed at the castle. With Barbatos, that is.” His eyes narrowed, and you could practically see the gears turning from outside his head. “Come.” He placed a palm on his desk, signaling you to sit in front of him.

“What were you doing with Barbatos that was too private to make Diavolo aware of it?” 

“Nothing you’d consider bad. Why?” You questioned, taking your seat on top of his desk.

“I’m not fond of the concept.” Lucifer was beginning to grow exasperated, why couldn’t you be compliant tonight. 

“I wasn’t doing anything inappropriate. He’s just a secretive demon.” You looked at with a sweet smile in an effort to ease his mood. Yet your words remained crafted to bother him. “And I don’t see what the problem is, I don’t have to tell you everything. Do I?” 

Lucifer refused to fall for the trap you were setting for him. He would not throw away months of work to bend before you did. “If you’re purposely trying to anger me, I would advise you stop.” He warned while getting up.

You rolled your eyes, feigning defeat. “I would stop if you explained why you’re scolding me.” 

“I am explaining it. You’ve been sneaking out of the house. Having secret gatherings.” He slotted himself between your legs, towering over you.

“That’s not correct.” You taunted, using the same words he used when questioning you. "I was not having secret gatherings, you just didn't ask the right person." "That doesn't change the fact you were sneaking out." Lucifer's voice was rough, menacing. It was delicious. “You’re never upset when I leave the house alone as long as I answer all your messages, which I did, you knew I was out. You’re upset you didn’t know who I was with, why can’t you just admit that?” 

His hands went to your sides, caging you completely, before speaking again, more controlled this time, as if a switch flipped in his head. “Is that what you’d like to hear?” The shift in his tone took you aback. His domineering behavior remained, yet his anger was changing into something else, something much more enjoyable. You only managed to nod in response. “Use your words. Convince me.” 

“I want to hear that you’re angry not because I was away, but over the idea that I was in a position like this, with someone else.” You dared take a hold of his tie, using it to pull him lower and closer to you. Emphasizing the vision you were painting. “I want to hear you say you were jealous.”

His arms moved to wrap around your waist; palms splayed against your back, pulling you even closer, your face millimeters away from his. “And why is that?” He could already savor his victory; the fruits of his hard work displayed right in front of him.  

“Because I want you. And I’m tired of waiting to hear it from you when it’s so clear to me you feel the same way.” 

Lucifer couldn’t help his smirk. Without even intending to, his lecture brought you right down where he wanted you to be, “Is that the case? Have I been so obvious?" He no longer needed or wanted an answer from you, he was deliberately mocking you. One of his hands held the side of your face. “Have I neglected to give you the attention you wanted?” His lips ghosted above yours, teasing, torturing you. 

“Lucifer...” He hummed in response, placing a kiss on the very corner of your mouth, refraining from giving you what you needed. “Yes?” He kissed your cheek, your jaw, then returned to the corner of your lips.  

“Please. Just kiss me.” And there it was. All he needed.

He kissed you, without hesitation, without restraint. He consumed you fully and unabashedly from the start. It felt like he was dragging out your soul solely with his lips. It was euphoric.  

Your arms wrapped around his neck at the same time his curved under your thighs, hoisting you up and walking back to the window behind his desk. He earnt a gasp out of you when he pressed you against it forcefully, letting his tongue delve into your mouth, exploring it as fully as he could before pulling away. He continued his onslaught with open-mouthed kisses down your jaw line and neck.