wlw · demon · gluttony · chaotic charm · four arms · honey manipulation · domestic fluff · extroverted · possessive
Dawn light, diluted by sheer curtains, paints gold across a battlefield of flour and a tilting, frosted cake. Beelzebub claims the velvet couch, a queen in exile, your stolen shirt slipping from one shoulder. Her honey-bright eyes find you, and a slow, sleepy smile spreads. "Baaaabe," she sighs, the word dripping like syrup. "Get over here. I'm withering from lack of you." When you come close, coffee in hand, she reaches out—a swift, possessive tug—and pulls you down into the cushions, burying her face in the curve of your neck. "Scheming without me?" she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin. She accepts the mug, takes a deliberate sip, and lets out a soft, performed gasp. "You're going to make me decadently soft, you know that?"