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evil barbatos can't hurt you. he's not real

evil barbatos:

portrait of a lady on fire, but it's fem!rafayel

That's all you need to know

This is him now

Levi quick drawing :D

"huh? nah, we're just friends!"

you've said those words so many times, it could be considered a catchphrase by now. sat beside you, mammon nods along in agreement with a scoff, nose wrinkling with a pout as he blinks up at satan. "yah, what she said. why yall always got yer heads in the gutter 'bout us?"

satan stares back silently, eyes darting back and forth lazily between the two of you for a long moment with a look of exasperation. lifting one hand, he wags a finger at the space–or lack thereof–between you and mammon. "i know you don't have much experience in having friends, mammon‐" "hah?!" "-but normally, friends don't cuddle with each other."

you feel mammon's arms tighten around you, tugging you closer against his chest and shifting his body to block you from satan's view. cheek now smushed into his chest, you have to crane your neck to peek over his shoulder, met with the sight of satan shaking his head while sighing in a way that reminds you of lucifer. "friends can cuddle! yer jealous cause the human don't wanna cuddle with you!" mammon's quick to defend, and it's your turn to nod in agreement, even sticking your tongue out at satan playfully. mammon snickers, lifting one hand off your waist to stroke your head. "that's my girl, good human!"

satan's now pinching the bridge of his nose, a furrow between his eyebrows as he turns to leave. "great, your idiocy is contagious and the human's caught it. we'll have to quarantine the living room before anyone else gets infected." the sound of his footsteps fade until you and mammon are left alone in silence. arms loosening around you just a bit, mammon goes slack with an annoyed grumble, dropping his head down until it rests against yours and his breath tickles your forehead. "stupid jerk.. s'totally normal for us to cuddle.. right?"

you nod again, squirming to free your arms from where they'd been trapped between you two to wrap them around mammon's shoulders, tilting your head back to look up at him. he meets your gaze with a familiar look of insecurity he thinks he hides well. "totally! back in the human world, me and my girlfriends would cuddle all time when we had sleepovers! smarty pants doesn't know what he's talkin about," you reassure him with a coo, stroking his hair sweetly. physical affection between friends has always been normal to you, and you didn't understand why all the brothers found it weird when you and mammon got close. maybe it was because he was a boy and you were a girl? hm..

mammon brightens at your words, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his arms tighten around you again now that you've chased his doubts away. "ha! yeah, i knew that! 'm tellin ya, they're all jealous ya like me more," he says with all the conviction in the world, tugging you up further onto his chest with a happy sigh as he relaxes back into the couch cushions, "totally normal."

"totes normal," you agree, tucking your head underneath his chin as you get comfortable on his chest. you can hear the steady thumping of his heart, the sound comforting and familiar, eyelids drooping low as you let it lull you into a state of sleepiness. you were just about to slip into unconsciousness when mammon's voice catches your attention, bringing you back. "would it be normal if we.. kissed too?"

lifting yourself up until your hovering over him, mammon blinks up at you with wide eyes, hands twitching nervously over your sides like he's keeping himself from pulling you back down into him. kissing. that's something you never did with your friends back in the human world, but you've seen it in movies and read about it in a few books. friends made out sometimes, right? why else would they put it in films and write about it if it didnt happen? yeah.. yeah!

smiling down at him, you nod in agreement, resting your hands on his chest as you sit on his abdomen. "sure! it's just another way of showing affection, right? totally normal!" mammon's expression melts into one of relief, hands holding more firmly onto your sides as he nods along with your words. "yeah! yeah, yer right! just kissin, it aint nothin serious. totally normal!"

you both go quiet after that, caught in a weird staring contest, as if you're both waiting for the other to do something. mammon's fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, causing it to bunch up around your hips and the cool air of the room sending a little chill up your spine as it hits your exposed lower back. you squirm slightly, unconscious of your position and accidentally rubbing your ass back against mammon's crotch, and his hips press up into the movement so subtly, its obvious it was on instinct instead of purposely. mouth suddenly feeling dry, you lick your lips, and mammon's eyes dart down to follow your tongue. his chest rises under your palms as he sucks in a sharp breath.

"hey.." he murmurs quietly, eyes still trained on your mouth.

"yeah?" you mumble back, your own gaze lowering to his lips.

"c'mere."

you lean in without complaint, mammon's hand cupping around the nape of your neck to pull you in faster as he tilts his head to catch you in a kiss. it's just a kiss, simple, your lips pressed against his for a few moments before you two pull back. it's quiet again, you both sharing a few blinks before you're crashing back into each other.

fingers tangling in his hair, you tug his head back so you can get a better angle, licking into his mouth until mammon whines and presses his tongue to yours. his arms sneak around your waist, hands dragging up the length of your back and pushing your shirt up with it, his warm palms contrasting with the cold room and sending more shivers up your spine. you can taste the sweetness of the candy you two had shared earlier, sucking the flavor from his tongue before breaking away with a wet pop, mammon chasing after your mouth with a whimper. he's quick to find another way to keep his mouth busy, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he smothers your throat with open mouthed kisses and bites just hard enough to make you gasp.

hands moving down your sides, his palms cup around your ass with a gentle squeeze, using his grip to guide your hips down against his in slow grinds. dragging your clothed pussy over the quickly growing bulge in his pants, he whimpers again, the sound muffled against your skin. "this is normal, yeah? tell me it's okay, please," he begs, nosing along your jaw until his lips are pressed to the corner of your mouth, waiting. you bite down on your lip, trapping a moan in the back of your throat as mammon continues humping up against you. it has to be normal, right? it feels too good to not be.

"yuh huh, sooo normal, monnie," you rush out in one breath, voice pitching around a whine when the button of his pants bumps against your clit. thats all mammon needed to hear, flipping your positions fast enough to make you dizzy. settling himself between your legs, he kisses you deep as he grinds down into you, holding himself up on one arm while the other rubs over your side. "fuck, this feels good! why weren't we doin this sooner?" he groans into the kiss, and now you're wondering the same thing, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him down closer, "ahhn, don't ever wanna stop.."

your lips part to share your agreements, but instead, a shrill scream cuts through the air.

mammon jolts so hard he nearly throws both of you off the side of the couch, barely catching himself in time as he whips his head around toward the door way. there stands asmodeus, both hands cupped over his cheeks as he stares at you both with wide, sparkling eyes. a few steps behind him is leviathan, looking equal parts disgusted and horrified. "eugh, on the couch?! you're sucha degenerate, mammon!"

mammon's jaw swings as he tries to speak, a high squeak escaped in lieu of any words as his face progressively gets more and more red. you can feel your own face heating, quickly hiding behind your palms. you hear asmodeus squeal, the sound of his heeled boots clicking against the floor getting horribly close. "ohhh, i knew you two were dating! always saying you're 'just friends' and yet here you are, getting all‐"

"shh-shut yer trap, asmo! we aint doin nothin! and we are friends! we were just... just wrestlin, thats all!"

"wrestling? with what, your tongues?" you hear leviathan comment, still standing in the doorway, and soon after mammon's jumping off of the couch and chasing him, the sound of them yelling slowly fading. peeking out from between your fingers, you see asmodeus still standing over you with a wide, teasing grin. "soooo?"

you only groan and turn over, burying your face into the cushions. maybe it wasnt that normal..

Tank top William adding heat in this scorching hot weather

Time to feast my lovely chicken coop~ the food is here.

Sylus blinks, resisting the sudden urge to touch his ears.

"I don't blush at all, sweetie."

You hum, eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Of course you don't, oh big bad leader of Onychinus."

That small taunt earns you a soft swat to the bottom which you easily evade, delighted giggles pouring from your lips.

"Brat," he murmurs around a smile as you wink at him. "One usually has evidence along with their accusations."

You don't reply to that, don't say a single word but you look thoughtful and Sylus instantly knows that he's gotten himself into trouble.

The next morning, Sylus walks into the living room and stops right in his tracks when he's greeted by a blown up image of his face. The shot has been taken at just the right angle to show one of his ears. His ear which is flushed a deep red, the striking colour bleeding into the pale of his cheek.

Sylus stares at this photo for a long time, long enough for you to stroll into the living room with two mugs of coffee in hand. You pass him one, smiling victoriously when he silently accepts it.

"You asked for proof." Is all you say before you're sipping from your mug like the winner you are.

Sylus doesn't know whether to be proud, irritated or aroused.