Morax... being Morax will notice, but not want to stop so he'll take on your wound and hopes you won't notice and stop

But also lol, it's hard for me to imagine him kissing you super hard

Morax is a cutie who can't get enough of you, but doesn't kiss you like he's devouring you

Most of the time you're actually the one leading... and not only in kissing

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:)

Marbas may or may not bite your lip on purpose just for that reason

Bonus points if your blood then starts streaming down your chin

And that's only while he's kissing you... now imagine if he weren't tied down

Safe to say, his kisses are a promise of what more is to come when you finally free him in the vening after a long day of healing other demons

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Buer also doesn't strike me as a hungry kisser

This is slowly just turning inot kissing HCs, but i feellike Buer isn't a making out type, but more of a travelling kisses

Being originally from Tartaros, he knows exactly how to treat his priceless possessions wiht the utmost care

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Gamigin is a lot similar to Paimon, but he actually forgets to check in on you

Oh hey, that reminded me i actually wrote smth like this but for hickeys :D

But yeah, Gami will get excited excited from the taste of your blood

He hasn't moved all night. He thinks he hasn't even breathed-- not that he needed to, but this now was not by lack of want.

By midnight you'd rested your head on his bandaged shoulder, and ever since then, Morax had been unable to lift a finger.

He was grateful, though. You were breathing faintly, no longer raspy, warming his throat, and whatever had ailed you last night were now his to tend to, like orchids blooming in warmth.

There was pleasure too to be found in that-- his own skin had burst in a delicious ache the moment you had curled by his side and begged to at least take some of the soreness away and the process of absorption began.

He's like to say your pain made his made him more happy than he would like to admit, though he would have actually admitted to that gladly. And then, wasn't that only natural? He cherished you so deeply that this was the helpless way he'd come to react to anything involving you.

It wasn't some crazy realization moment, now, or even of all his love pushed forward by the notion of you there, arm draped across his front like anchoring him down to your bed. It was just how things were meant to be, and so for this he wasn't surprised. Only moved, grateful.

Morax doesn't dare to caress you or even kiss your cheek and risk waking you. He lays there ever reverent only, breathing in your trust in him, and allows himself this much: to close his eyes back again and go back to sleep with the certainty of you being there and the selfish hope that once you wake, you'll reach for him again.

There's a deep silence only ever interrupted by your soft snoring, muffled by the silk of his robe.

This is how Buer knows himself to be truly fortunate.

The way you cling to him, hands bunching his sleeping garments, the tenderness of your nuzzling against his chest as if you were unconsciously tracing his tattoos with the tip of your nose and scenting him...

He's been to the richest corners of Tartaros and the most lush of gardens of Paradise Lost, yet he's known no peace like this.

It is of no consequence how it comes to happen every time. Maybe lounging, maybe chatting until late, but it is you who always begs him to stay a little longer. Once you do, he knows he won't be able to leave until next morning.

Just this once, Buer thinks, he isn't feeling as dutiful as he is feeling indulgent.

Last night you hadn't asked, he had simply snuck under your covers and brought you into his warmth.

Love is, then, an understatement when he finds himself offering much proof of adoration, of care, towards your person.

His clawed hands draw idle sigil-like patterns along your bare arm, similar to his yet invisible-- he'd like to do more, he wishes you'd never felt lonely, or uncared for, or in pain.

For now all he can stay and keep you safe until you wake.

There's pillows, plushies, blankets, warmth, the smell of you-- you? oh, he had forgotten about that.

And where was he even? Gamigin rubs remnants of sleep away from his eyes with until things start to make more sense, or at least his surroundings do.

Your room, not Paradise Lost. Your bed, yesterday fashioned by him into a nest of cozy things. Your thigh, lazy and thrown over his hip in an attempt to find the most comfortable position to sleep in.

He brings you closer even with a groggy sigh and buries his face in the side of your neck, taking advantage of the moment.

It honestly takes his brain a minute to catch up to it: you really are this close, this cuddly almost as if you in fact trusted him. Gamigin couldn't be happier; he couldn't also calm down if he tried, now the realization sinks.

He had let you rest your head on his lap while you two watched a silly movie involving dragons and you made your remarks while he huffed and tried to tell you he wasn't at all like those dragons, and he couldn't spit fire, and his stomach did somersaults and heat came up to his ears and face because you were so precious and-- then you were both entangled, taken in arms of slumber.

Gamigin breathes deeply and leans away for a second to take in once again the image of you: he thinks you'd probably laugh and fluster up if you were aware enough, because you're drooling a little over his arm and your hair is sticking in all directions.

He though? He finds all of it incredibly endearing, and the only reason he resists the urgency of leaning back in for a kiss is because you'll wake up and cuss him out, which isn't the most wonderful way to wake up, he reckons. Still he snickers, makes the bed vibrate with his soft laughter and has to bury his face between you and the pillow.

It's too late, you're groaning too and pushing a hand into his face, begging him slurring through words to "shut up" and "it's Saturday" and "five minutes more".

Sitri

Do you know how hard it is to hold back? Especially when you're a devil that takes pride in their professionalism. And all you do is tease him, envy and wrath mixing with possessiveness and lust as he watches you trying not to shatter the porcelain in his hand.

He's not like a certain empty-headed brute that becomes a slave to their rut. At least he has a level of class to keep other devils away from you.

It starts with death glares and possessive touches, pulling you to his side, His hand grabbing at your hip. Trying to guide you away. Settle remarks telling other devils to back off or else consequences will happen.

However, adding a particular devil to the mix can escalate quickly until Sitri becomes the feral demon he once was. He'll take you away to claim you All his bottled up feelings exploding as drills into your body and degrades you.

Bimet

He'll do anything to get your attention during his rut even eliminate others in his competition. These are one of the only times Bimet will open his own wallet and spoil you because all he wants is your body and to monopolize all of your time.

Become significantly more whiny, begging for your attention. He'll get nice and dressed up and tight and lacy lingerie just for you! Grind his rock hard leaking cock against your supple body does he lays his lips and kisses every inch of your skin.

Don't be fooled by his submissiveness, He has a sly as a fox and the moment he has you to himself, And when you least expect it That's when he takes full control.

Plunging his cock hard and deep. His inner demons take over saying worrying comments of how he'll keep you all to himself and that you'll only need him, that he's the only play thing you'll ever need.

Foras

He tries to avoid you, He does not mean to make you sad or break your heart He just doesn't think he can hold himself back around you and do his job at the same time.

That doesn't mean he doesn't want you... Far from it. But he can't just claim you out in the open especially not when Levi is hanging every devil that dares even look at you. So he waits; a patient devil will be rewarded.

Leviathan will never know that is most trusted devil waits for him to leave you two alone for enough time for him to finally let go. Hours perhaps even days of holding back now he's drooling and he can't stop himself. "Please tell me to stop... Because I don't think I can."

Like a switch is flipped inside of him, you've never seen Foras so... Rough, His hands that normally touch and caress now grope and smack, and His feather-light kisses are now bites and hickeys. Foras thinks it's so cute that you don't believe that he can be just as jealous as his king. He's just good at hiding it.

Bael

It seems like he's not affected at all but all it takes is one little thread to snap for everything to come crashing down. He has so much work and he just tries to bury himself with even more work during his ruts.

He already knew you might be a problem during his rut so he tries not to see you, no matter how tempting and how much he's plagued with dreams of your body bouncing up and down on his.

And when you do visit he can't bear till even look at you just hearing your voice He could feel his cock throbbing. And you just love teasing him don't you? You just love pushing him to the point where he slams you on his desk and fucks you. He'll make sure to fill you up so full you're still dripping of him when Beel gets a hold of you.

He'll make you reek of his scent,He's not letting you leave till he's covered every part of you in his scen. Bael could already imagine his friend's grimacing face when Beel buries his nose into your neck just to find out that you already been claimed by the devil actually running the country.

Marbas(+Gamigin)

He has underestimated a dragon's rut, He did not know how fast the Young dragon's body would lose control, just by your scent alone He doesn't exactly blame him Your scent is intoxicating especially during rut but at least he could control himself instead grinding himself on you like Gamigin.

Even now the dragon looks and whines as he struggles against the black bondages Marbas had to put him in. You thank Marbas That's smile of yours affecting him more than he'd like to admit, before asking him if the dragon will be okay?

He drools at your honey like voice wondering what it sound like if you screamed his name. You care so much about all the devils around you. It's no wonder you're so popular. Mine

Marbas in reality is no better as his kisses turn rougher and deeper all as the dragon watches His older 'brother' putting him in his place. Gamigin needed to learn the virtue of patience anyway...

Beleth

He wants you, He wants you so bad. So he must play all his cards right, plan things just right so he could have at least one night with you... Even before his rut He would stay up all night laying in bed wondering how much that cute little human body could take before it breaks. Now as his cock dribbles and soaks with precum He could feel your imaginary walls squeeze down on him.

It will all start with an innocent little text. Whether it be a dinner date, or something he needs to ask in person. Anything to get you right where he wants you. With Belphegor being asleep this time of day and The other's working. His office is empty.

He asks you to take a seat on his couch and prepares a glass of alcohol or any drink of your choice (He made sure to ask a couple of days beforehand). His office looks sleek and modern, almost as if you're preparing for a job interview then to talk with a friend.