I Just Keep Thinking About Sucking Off Lucifer Under His Desk, And Suddenly Diavolo Comes In And Purposefully

I just keep thinking about sucking off Lucifer under his desk, and suddenly Diavolo comes in and purposefully prolongs the meeting so he can watch Lucifer fall apart, a bit of cum spraying onto his own chest and finally Diavolo speaks up, asking about what you're doing even though he already knows. No, because Diavolo is absolutely pounding Lucifer's hole, already the poor pride avatar being overstimulated- he just can't take it when you have your mouth on him. He's basically slamming into your mouth from how hard Diavolo is pushing his hips forward. "You couldn't help but cum in front of me could you Lucifer?" And the way Lucifer wails at the words as he cums again straight into your mouth is delightful. His legs giving out and the only thing holding him up is Diavolo's hand on his throat, keeping his ear next to Diavolo's mouth. Even though Lucifer just came down your throat you're still sucking him down like your life depends on it and you can't help it. You HAVE to make him cry.

AHHHH

he’s so fucking adorable

LOOK AT HIM ! SUCH A HANDSOME WITTLE GUY !

the lucifer plush is fully funded and releasing in october / november !! i can’t wait to have him in my grasp (つ﹏⊂)

i’m gonna chew on his skrunkly little feet :)

beel kissing chubby!mc’s soft tummy after having a snack binge together.

belphie squeezing and kneading chubby!mc’s squishy thighs during their naps together.

beel and belphie and chubby!mc all curled up in bed. snacks are strewn about the surrounding area.

chubby!mc is on their back with beel’s head on one shoulder and belphie curled up with his head on their tummy.

both twins are mindlessly grabbing at chubby!mc in their sleep. one twin has a hand on mc’s waist while the other is groping their ass.

the three of them have always slept best together.

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐒 — tw: disordered eating. body dysphoria.

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540. 364. 241. And 806.

For breakfast I consumed 540 calories, for lunch 364, and dinner 241. I managed to burn 806. All in all, I consumed 1,145 calories, burned 806. My net is 339.

This tedious act of counting and recounting my calories had become some sort of religious act in what I had deemed “bettering myself,” but what could possibly get better? Do I think a skinny outside makes a happy inside? Even so, I chisel away at myself, like how a sculptor does in creation of their magnum opus. Nothing about me makes sense, the only sense I can make is to whittle away at the bits of my I do not like, only, I do not like any bit of me.

I want to see my ribs and count the spaces between them. I want to feel the bones of my hips flex and move beneath my skin. I want to squeeze my arm in a clasped fist and see my fingers wrap round and round. I want to feel my spine and dance my fingers down my vertebrae. I want to have just enough mass, just enough skin and bone, that I can disappear at will – that I can sink beneath dirt and soil from which I once came and then come back to Earth again.

I want to see my silhouette, shapely and curvaceous, dance against midnight walls. I want to caress my skin and feel soft, plump flesh beneath. I want to run my hands down either side of myself and feel the gentle slope of waist to hip and back again. I want to press my mounds and watch them entice prying eyes. I want those around me to sink into my flesh and devour me whole.

I want to be desired, to look like the magazines – to preserve curves or idolize heroin chic, I am conflicted. To love my curves or love my ribs, I have never understood the virtue of either, only ever understood that I am cut from a different cloth. An unsightly cloth from which no one wants to be stitched to.

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moodyhaaze | 07•25•23

Levi: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

MC: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Levi: Absolutely not.

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