#sub what in hell is bad

[livelaughlovesubs]

Sucking off a pretty bf with pretty expressions~

(Dom!gn!Reader x sub!male!character)

It didn’t really matter where or why you two would do it, since he’d always listen to you anyway. All because this love-starved little thing’s so eager for any shred of your affection on a daily basis, following you around like a lost animal. That makes him so fun to bully!

Just pin him against the nearest wall or make him sit down wherever possible. Hovering above the ground or spreading his pretty legs while you teasingly tap his bulge. Once, twice, maybe squeeze it a little or blow hot air against it, all to get a reaction out of him. Watch that bulge twitch all excited, so easy to understand compared to his broken words.

Oh, what’s this? He’s already hard for you~ take it a liiiittle further by kissing his clothes sex, looking up at him to see him on the verge of tearing up. Chest heaving as he throws his palm over his mouth. That’s is? He’s already feeling it so strongly? How was he going to handle you? Well, you don’t mind breaking your toy once in a while.

“H-hurry… please.” Look how naive he is, so unknowing. He’s so cute when he starts begging you with a muffled voice, so pretty and whorish when he hesitantly pulls down his pants and underwear with a trembling hand. Gosh, if you were to take it any further, won’t this pathetic little boy cry? Wouldn’t his mind turn to mush already?

And when you finally start teasing his tip, maybe even giving him loooong and intimate licks along his shaft, be prepared to hear the sweetest moans and whimpers ever! The blush on his cheeks are spreading to his ears and chest, and his sensitive dick is leaking so much pre already! You haven’t even began properly.

If you were to bless him with your mouth, he’d first melt due to your touch. The feeling of your hot mouth and wet tongue on his lewd cock is so erotic, so perverted! He can’t control his voice, it’s all leaking out, “ah- ohh, nghh, ahh-UhmM♡♥︎!!”

What a cute but pathetic thing, already screaming ‘cummin’ m’cummin’!!’ When all you did was suck him off a little. This won’t do, it doesn’t matter if you’re in public or not, this is simply too early for it to be fun. Pulling back just to tell him ‘not yet’. Now he’s crying and whining about how you are too cruel, how he desperately needs you :(

Poor boy, guess there’s no other way huh? He’s so helpless in situations like this, he needs your guidance! At this point you’ve taken pity on him and decided to let him cum, cooing at him, praising him, but since you are sucking him off he can only make out quiet humming sounds.

On the other hand, the vibrations of your voice is driving him crazy, it’s adding so much more pleasure to the already overwhelming batch, it’s so intense he was itching to grab your hair and feel more. Luckily he remembered not to, he knew the consequences, he didn’t want to disappoint you.

That sweet and obedient man is now moaning so loudly you can call him ‘your woman’. Head thrown back as he tried to warn you with broken sentences, “cu-mHMmiiinng!! I’m cu-cuuuu cumminnnng! ♡～”

Not long after he’s shooting his thick and disgusting cum into your mouth, squirming and withering. This won’t do though, you didn’t feel like swallowing it on that day. So instead, you commanded him to open his mouth all wide and to stick his tongue out. Yanking on his hair to make it easier, lining your lips adobe his, slowly letting it drip down from the tip of your tongue.

You don’t even have to order him to and he’s already gulped it all done. Such a good boy, right? Your good boy, your very best and most obscene boy toy. Just to make sure, he’d ask, “Did I do good? I hope I pleased you♡”

Your favourites!

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Whb Levithan would 100% break your s*x toys out of jealousy and refuse to buy you new ones, demanding you use him instead

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He gets mad over the toys being able to do things he can’t, and decides he’ll be your personal sex toy, the tentacles he can summon are at your disposal and so it he, it kills three birds with one stone!

You get off, Leviathan gets off and you get devil energy!

He honestly would rather miss an important meeting then risk you cumming from a toy.

And the slut knows if you’ve used them recently. Since your scent is on them…the scent of your arousal and release, it’s infuriating and taunting for him to smell it.

Then he can smell your hormone changes from afterwards and it leaves him feeling like he needs to compete, you don’t have to do all the work!

He’ll get on his knees and pleasure you for hours if it makes you feel even a sliver of pleasure.

[domreaderheadcannonscenarios]

Oh no that's fine! But I'll just send in another request while I got the nerve: Foras edgeplay/overstim, maybe some horn rubbing at the same time? Hopefully that's not too much!

Fggg Yess so many thoughts going through my head

Now to COMMIT to one…

Foras

Cw: ed\\ge play, overstim, horn play, use of invisibility abilities,

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You were bored, and Foras noticed and asked if you wanted him to help entertain you. Honestly he should have known what to expect, you’re a Devilish Human after all.

But it is still satisfying to have Foras trembling while you stroke his cock. To his embarrassment he’d been so willing to strip off everything, he didn’t notice you kept all of your clothes on until you were pressed against him.

He trembles with every few strokes. You’re certain he hasn’t realized you can tell he’s rolling his hips forwards with every downwards stroke. You can tell he’s enjoining it, but you can’t be having him finish too soon!

As you feel him inching closer to his release you stopped.

Foras whimpered and tried to wiggle to rub against you. You stop him and hold him by the hips, looking up to him with a grin. “W-why…did you stop?” Foras whined out. He looked between you and your hands, getting a little flustered. “I-I’m so close…I’ll do it if you let me.”

You shake your head with a smile. “No, I need you to hold off until I say you can cum, okay?” Foras whines but nods and lets you resume stroking him. “Tell me if you’re close.” You order, leaning down to give him a kiss. He excitedly reciprocates and tries to nudge your other hand into his.

You let him and he quickly holds your hand, gently squeezing it.

“I’m close.” He whimpers out and before he can say anything else you stop. He closes his eyes for a moment, squeezing your hand a little tighter. After a few moments he hooks his eyes, looking up to you. His face turned red, he locks eyes with you and realizes you were watching him closely. You can see the neediness, his desperation for your touch, he looked so cute! His expression changed to one of embarrassment before he vanished from your vision.

But his pulsing cock is still nestled in your hand.

You resume stroking him, smiling at the gasp he lets out in surprise. “It’s ok,” You try to ease his nerves. “If this is more comfortable for you go ahead.” You hear a whine in response and he gently rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

“I-I…I’m…” He cried out and you feel him buck into your hand. “I’m gonna-!” You stop realizing what is wrong. He groans under you, even if you cant see him, you watch where your touching him, to his invisible manhood.

He sobs in frustration, he’s suddenly back in your sight again. “Oh, you’re back!” You playfully tease. “I missed you!” You kiss him again before he can respond. To your amusement he is flushed and looking at you with dialed eyes.

He knows this added affection is to get a reaction out of him, but he enjoys your love, Foras moaned happily as you kiss him. “I-I’d rather you look to my f-face then my…” He glanced to his cock. You nodded, leaning against him as you resume stroking.

Foras gasp and bucks into your hand, to your amusement his dick jumped in your grip, befir you could react he’s pushed over the edge. You let him, deciding it would be unnecessarily cruel to ruin it after teasing him.

“T-thank you.” He gasp out pathetically. You keep stroking him, letting good his hand to stroke his head, then subtly switching to rub his horns. Foras yelped and looked to you in surprise, he suddenly went invisible again. “Too much!”

You felt him writhing under you but don’t stop, your dominant hand stroking his cock while the non doming one rubs one of his horns. It leaks heavily on your hand, making it easier to glide your hand up and down the horn, to your amusement you could see the pre leaking from the horns, you wonder if he even noticed it.

His legs close around you and your squeezed gently. “P-please, Slowly!” You can hear the desperation in his voice even if you couldn’t see him you could imagine him trembling under you. You twist your hand around his horn and earn a whine.

“Shhh,” You hush him as your hand pumps him faster. You feel him hitting his climax again and his cum is visible as it spills on his stomach. “There, just like that.” You coo and he starts relaxing and though you can feel him bucking up he stops complaining.

[cynnkk]

LUCIFER IN A THONG???????

the pegging sessions we would go through could scare asmodeus himself.

pull the thong so it hits his ass and his hole so many times he gets overstimulated.

move the thong aside to make way for your dick/strap.

grab him by the hair so he arches his back and make him grind on your strap/dick while he gags on your fingers.

remove his thong and put it in his mouth to gag him and make him finally shut up [be careful, he's a (s)creamer]

ALL DAY ALL NIGHT ON EVERY SURFACE HE'S NOT LEAVING THE BED TILL WE'RE DONE WITH HIM

[blueismakingfanfics]

What in Hell is Bad

Which Devil's have praise kinks?

What in Hell is Bad Headcanons featuring the following Devils: Leraye, Juno P(Ppyong), Valefore, Eligos, Phenix, Amon, Stolas, Naberius, Morax, and Gamigin.

Warning: Praises Kink and horny devils!!!⚠️

Minors Not Interact With This Post!

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Leraye: Leraye will go out of his way to seek your praise. Leraye has extremely low stamina, after one round he's ready to pass out on the bed, but if you want him too he's more than glad to work, and overstimulate himself for your pleasure, he can't get over the sweet words you tell him when he's doing a good job!

"Ah~" Please! I can keep on going! We don't need to stop just yet~!"

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Juno P: Ppyong is eager to please as long as long as you touch him. Please touch him, he's so good for you, please tell him how good he's doing. Ppyong feels no shame and isn't a stranger to begging to get what he wants. When he's pleasing you tell him how good he is because all he wants is to be good for you!

"Touch me there! I promise that I'll be good for you! Just please touch me, I'm all yours!"

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Valefor: Valefor can be a bit greedy when it comes to your praise. He will do things that will make you praise him, he's always seeking your praise as if his life depends on it, he wants to hear those words all the time and can never get enough of it. He's yours, so he'll be good for you. The best way to praise him is to compare him to Mammon.

"Do I feel as good as Mammon? I do, that makes me so...happy..."

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Eligos: Unlike the others, Eligos expects to be praised just for being alive. He's cute, and you should know that. Tell him that he's cute all the time. He thrives off of your praise and calling him cute. Please tell him that he's cute when he's taking you so well, soft tears running down his eyes with flushed pink cheeks. What's not to love!

"I- nugh~! Do I look cute when I take you? I'm doing good, right?"

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Phenix: Phenix gets turned on by a lot of things, including praise. Anytime you praise him he cums right then and there! He already had a hard time controlling himself around you and praising him takes him right over the edge!

"Ahhh~... I can't hold it in when you talk to me like that!"

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Amon: Amon's praise kink my not be as obvious, but if Amon is in love with you, he wants to be good for you. You probably won't realize that he has a praise kink at first, but Amon can't help but notice the throbbing in his pants anytime you tell him that he feels good. Before he falls in love with you, he usually seems overly tired and seemingly uninterested while having sex, but when he does fall for you, he's much more awake and active in giving you pleasure. His cock throbbing in his pants everytime you tell him he's making you feel good.

"Please tell me that you're close? I want to make you feel good..."

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Stolas: Stolas so clearly has a praise kink, but he wouldn't dare tell you. He tries to hide it and pretend like nothing is wrong, but when you praise him, he can't help but shuffle, trying to calm down his boner. Stolas wants to be good for you, he wants you to feel good, he wants to be calm and collected but he loses himself in pleasure and let's it all out, he can't help but focus on the pleasure you bring him.

"Please, please, please, please, please!!! Keep going, ah~! I'm almost there! I'm gonna cum! Your good boy is gonna cum for you! Ah~ all for you!"

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Naberius: Naberius is calm and collected. He tries to keep calm and think rationally, but the moment you call him a good boy, he loses all his pride and sense of respect. He's on his knees for you and so desperately wants to be your good dog, it drives him crazy. You have him on a metaphorical and literal choke hold. He's willing to do anything to be your good boy no matter how embarrassing.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm your good boy! I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy, I'm YOUR good boy!!!"

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Morax: Morax lives to please you. All he wants to do is make you feel better. If you're stressed out, he's more than glad for you to take out all your frustrations on him. He doesn't mind how rough you treat him, but when you call him sweet names, his heart starts to flutter, and his dick gets harder. Please treat him sweetly, and he'll love you for life.

"Ah~ You can keep going, I'll be good and take it all..."

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Gamigin: If Gamigin still had a tail, it would be wagging every time you praised him. He's a good boy and loves it when you tell him he is. He will go out of his way to try and be better for you even though he's already doing amazing. All he wants to do is adore you!

"I can do more, I promise! Let me make you feel good, too..."

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who read this! I know it's a bit short, but I wanted to post! Hehe! I know the fandom is dying after the last update, but I still wanted to write for WHB!(´･ω･). I'm accept requests, so please don't be shy to ask for me to write anything! I love all or you, and have a nice day!(*＞∇＜)ﾉ

[omkookie]

{ SIN LV.2 } Feeding the lust mark when it doesn't need to be fed is a bonus! Always satisfy your inner femdom by kissing, spanking, and fucking your favorite demons! Satan is a passionate one who'll always let you take control of him, even if he has to beg ‹3

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, femdom, PIV, multiple orgasms + a ruined one, oral/cunnilingus, cum eating, handjob, spanking, biting/marking, Satan is passionate and just lets his missus be in charge.

After yesterday's encounter with Lucifer, your body has been left pleasantly sore. There's a small ache in the muscles of your thighs, leaving behind a pleasant burn in them. Today, The lust mark on you doesn't feel as intense or burning as it did yesterday. Your body doesn't have a need for devil's energy either, so you can breathe freely, your chest can rise and fall without the feeling of a heavy pressure on it.

Treading through Gehenna’s castle halls, you make it to Satan's room and bring your fist up to knock on his door- however, the door is yanked open, rattling from its hinges and barely holding on before you get the chance to knock on it.

“MC?! Where were you?” Satan asks furiously, gritting his teeth while he takes in your tidy and unhurt appearance. You looked perfectly fine, so at least you were safe while you were gone, however– What stood out to him was Lucifer's stench all-over you. That got on his nerves.

“You smell like Lucifer” he hisses out rather sharply, his eyebrows furrowing as his jaw clenches. “I was worried something might have happened to you”

“I'm sorry for worrying you Satan, I'll do my best to send you a text next time I'm out of Gehenna.”

“You better! Or I'm going to destroy half of paradise lost.” He retorts with a hot temper, looking as fired up as always.

You chuckle at his fiery attitude, feeling a small hint of butterflies pool in your belly. Satan was always so fired up when he was worried about you, alas he looked so sexy when he was mad. Whenever he looked like this it was like his masculine charm increased together with his attitude.

“I'll text you next time” you reassure him while your eyes blatantly glide over his outfit, checking his figure like a hawk eyeing its prey.

“...”

He doesn't say anything, simply observing the way you shamelessly checked him out after he threatened to destroy half of paradise lost.

You really had no shame.

“Oh. I see that look in your eyes” He grinned devilishly, reaching forward to pull you into his room. He kicks the door shut behind you, the poor oak wood almost cracking because of the impact. The door clung to its hinges for life, and you were honestly impressed by the craftsman who had made it.

Satan pushes you further into his room, fingers wasting no time in yanking your shirt off of your body as his lips latch onto your neck. His fiery kisses trail down your exposed skin, He sucks and nips at your collarbone, leaving a small trail of marks on your supple neck. Your own hands reached forward to tangle in his hair, fingers twisting in his smooth locks before pulling them back to expose his neck. Your lips latched onto his skin and marked him the same way he marked you, sucking and nipping harsly.

While you marked his neck and he marked yours, Satan made quick work of taking off his jumpsuit and gesturing for you to help pull his t-shirt off.

“You don't waste time.” He hums when you yank his shirt off. He kicks his shoes off next, before getting on the bed. He sat down on the bed, spreading his thighs a little for you to straddle him.

After he got you on top of him you let out a small mumble between kisses,“I never do”

True to your words, your impatient hand runs over his boxers to tease his growing erection, fingers rubbing the tip of his hardening cock. The tip was straining against the cotton fabric, precum slowly seeping into it to wet it.

“It's what makes you so attractive to all of the devils” Satan rasps out, his head falling back as he grips your hips tightly.

“I need to have you, MC” he blurts out as he slowly grinds his hips against you, trying to get more of your delicious touch.

Pushing him down harder and reaching up to grab his horns, you gripped them tightly before spitting on them to lubricate them. Satan shivered, a pleasant chill running down his spine as you held his sensitive horns. His breath caught in his throat as you rubbed his horns, pulling, twisting, and tightening your grip on them. His body burns up, a tingling feeling spreading from his horns down his crotch. His hips rock into you from below, cock shamelessly grinding against your clothed pussy while you continue to stimulate his horns. Your hand was covered in white liquid which dripped everywhere, dampening and making a mess out of his hair.

“Keep going.” He grunts. His eyes roll back as he fucks himself against you, pathetically grinding his cock onto your underwear. Satan rips your stockings, tearing the thin fabric apart. His fingers were finally able to push your underwear to the side and plunge his cock into your wet pussy

“Oh, shit” You cursed, Feeling his cock invade your wet entrance. He pushed the first two inches into you slowly before shoving the rest of himself inside, making your body jolt and lips slip out a moan.

“Slowly” you hiss at him, tightening your grip around his horns once more. His horns spew more liquid, oozing it down his hair and cheeks. His cock seems to ejaculate at the same time, the knot in Satan's abdomen coming undone with the final touch on his horns.

He finishes inside of you, filling up your empty pussy with cum as his eyes squint to refocus. He felt fucked mentally, and his hands shook as he reached up to cup your cheeks and kiss you.

“Shit…” he curses under his breath, almost feeling embarrassed he came so fast. Biting his lip, he looked up at you before telling you to continue, “Keep going, MC.”

A moment later, Satan's met with a hot slap on his chest which leaves his skin tingling. His muscles flexed at the impact, before your fingers grip one of his nipples and twist it.

“Krr ..Mm..” he jolts, squirming and twitching under you while you abuse his nipples.

“You've gotten… So devilish..” he lets out a lighthearted chuckle, huffing for air after you give his pecs one final squeeze.

“I didn't say you could cum, Satan”

“Is that so? Heh, You should've made that clear from the start then MC–”

he shuts up as you get off of him and tug his boxers off completely, pushing them down to his ankles. “You know you can't do it without my permission, Satan. I'm very disappointed” you retorted, gripping his wrists. Rubbing his wrists, you yanked him forward and laid him across your lap.

Satan turns his head to look over his shoulder, red eyes curiously peeking back at you. He felt your hands slide across his buttocks, rubbing and squeezing his tender skin.

“How many slaps do you think you deserve?” you asked him, curious to know what he would say.

“A hundred”

He grins confidently, making himself comfortable on your lap as you continue rubbing his butt. He felt so turned on with your hands on him, He was looking forward to getting himself spanked.

“A hundred? You think you deserve tha?t”

“I do”

“I don't think so.”

He presses himself against you, cock lightly grinding against the outer side of your thigh.

“You don't deserve a punishment which you'll like, Satan.”

He almost feels like begging you to spank him after you say that! He's so needy, turned on, and he really wants to get it. He wants your hands on his ass, leaving that pleasantly burning sting behind.

“What should I do? Satan.” You squeezed his hips, gently scraping your nails across his inner thighs.

“Hit me”

you clicked your tongue in irritation at his reply, “I think you'd like it too much” you squeezed the back of his thigh, pulling him even closer to you

“Stop beating around the bush. Are you trying to make me beg?” He asks as he looks back at you exasperated.

“Who makes the rules around here?” you retorted at his comment, crossing your arms as you stared down at him.

Silence.

He shut up pretty fast, his face scrunching into a displeased frown as he pouted like an angry kitten. “You do” Satan begrudgingly admits, feeling you rub his thigh again.

“That's right. You finished without permission, and You know you're not allowed to cum without asking me first.” Chiding him, you stop rubbing his leg before giving him an order, “Now, Kneel.”

Getting off of you, Satan gets down onto his knees and waits for your next order.

“You made a mess, so you clean it up.” Your sultry voice whispers as you place your legs over his shoulders, tugging him towards your dripping pussy by his horns.

“Mmmf!”

A low moan slips from his lips as his nose bumps against your clit. His tongue darts out to taste his own cum that's dripping out of you, tongue sliding gingerly across your labia and hole.

“Ohh…good boy, clean up your mess, Satan.”

He hums into your pussy, hands grabbing ahold of your legs to keep them over his shoulders. His tongue swept at your folds and he sucked on your clit like a starved man. “Mm, MC”

he mumbles something incoherent, voice muffled by your sweet core. He laps up your sweet juices with his cum, enjoying eating you out. Satan loves your pussy, and he loves eating it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“You're so pretty with your face buried between my legs”

Ooh, The praise. It made him melt. If he could purr right now he would, and if he had a tail it would be wagging. He slurps up your juices, cleaning up the mess he made in your pussy earlier.

“You're the pretty one” He whispers as he pulls back, his chin coated in your slick juices. He teasingly licks your labia one more time, tongue running along it before twisting around it, “This pussy's gorgeous too” letting out a small breath, he nips at your clit gently, teasing the little bud with his lips and teeth. “My favorite…” he mumbles

“You love your missus’ pussy?” You teasingly ask, a small glimmer shining in your eye.

“I love my missus' pussy…” he moans into you, face flushing into a deep red which reaches his ears. “MC….”

“Shh…keep doing that, you're making me feel so good.”

His rough hands knead your soft thighs’ skin, squeezing and massaging them purposely. Your legs trembled over his shoulders, and a hot flush spread across your body as his tongue swished across your sensitive clit.

“Satan look at you… you're so pretty.”

Bad- You reached down to grab his horns again and torture him. He sits up straighter, that hot, burning ache making itself present again. His horns were one of the most sensitive parts of his body, and the most delicate erogenous zone for you to grip.

“MC…”

“Shh.. I'm so close, you're doing an amazing job, Satan.”

His eyes roll back as you stroke his horn, “...I love it…” he mumbles, tongue lolling out to sloppily lap against your clit. He grips your thighs harder, leaving small red marks on your skin.

His face was absolutely beautiful, deep red eyes rolling back as you rub his sensitive horns. He gripped your legs as if he was holding on to a lifeline. He sucked on your clit and teased your gentle bud, setting every nerve of your body on fire.

“Satann..” you mumble, almost letting out a choked whine. “Faster… hurry up a little” You grind your hips up, bucking them against his face. You're grinding up against his hot tongue, almost fucking his face roughly as you pull him further onto your core.

“Mmm…MC…come on”

He speeds up, lapping at your clit as fast as he can. He pushes two fingers into you with ease, sliding them into your wet entrance and curling them against your g spot. He pumped his fingers, pulling them out and pushing them back in. He presses against all of the sweet spots in your body, suckling on your clit and teasing it.

“Oh…Satan! Yeah… keep doing that, keep doing that.” you grip his horns harder, thighs squeezing around his head. You're practically crushing his head as he finger-blasts you, your thighs clamping down on it as your orgasm shakes through your body. “Oh…fuck” he grumbles lightly, teeth sinking into your inner thigh to mark you. Your legs tremble around him, and Satan groans. His horns spurt liquid again as your own orgasm consumes you. Riding it out on his face, he lets you facefuck him until you finally let go of his horns.

“You look satisfied” he nips at your thigh again, sucking a mark onto your skin. “That doesn't mean I forgot you're supposed to be punished”

“Aww… but you'll let it slide this once, right?” He asks

“Punishments don't slide Satan, Come here and bend over my lap again.”

“Oh?” he gets up on shaky legs, wobbling with the first step he takes towards you before bending over your lap.

SLAP!

Your hand made harsh contact with his ass.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

You continued to hit his reddened skin, alternating between which half of his fleshy buttocks you hit. “MC… ohhhh~” he moans your name, gasping as you harshly beat his ass.

SLAP! SLAP!

he rutted against you, cock twitching with need as his blood rushed down.

Satan held himself up, reaching down with one band to stroke his erection. He stroked the sensitive tip of his cock, squeezing it in a tight grip before wrapping a fist around his whole shaft.

“MC…can I cum? Pretty please” he asks sweetly

SLAP!

his hips jerked forward, body shuddering at the contact of your hand. “Please” he pleads, begging you by calling out your name needily, “MC, Please.” he gasps sharply, feeling your hand soothingly rub the aching and reddened skin of his ass.

“MC, Please”

“Please….”

“You want to cum so bad?” You inquired, rubbing his ass one more time before delivering another smack against his red and irritated butt.

“Yes…Please”

With your hand reaching down, you push his hand away to jerk off his cock. You stroke him, tugging and pulling on the tip and base of his shaft. You work his release, building up the tension in his body which surrounds his ejaculation.

“Oh! Fuck– I'm gonna cum” he rasps out, hips thrusting into your hand as his cock spews out thick ropes of cum-

Your hand suddenly lets go of his cock, not giving it enough stimulation to get him through his ejaculation.

Satan grinds his teeth in frustration, feeling his ejaculation get ruined and cock twitch in disappointment, barely spurting out any cum. He groans, twisting his head to look back at you with a grumble, “You're mean.” A small frown etched onto his face. “This is a punishment, love” you stroke him under his chin, teasingly tapping your manicured nails down his neck.

“That was disappointing-... Hehe… you're real devilish”

He gives you a once-over, admiring your beautiful body until his eyes glue to the mark that shone on your abdomen- Suddenly his whole demeanor switches and he gets salty, “What's that?!” He asks, gritting his teeth

“What's what?” You ask back in confusion

“I'm talking about the damn mark on your stomach-”

“Oh… don't worry about it.." you tried brushing it off

“Was it Asmodeus?- Damn!…that bastard!!... The moment he returns from earth I'll smash his face against the ground”

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[anonymouslosersworld]

continuing the bloodline

Prompt; Mc is the last of Solomon's bloodline wouldn't a half-demon baby be cute especially if it was with a certain king. (Mc's Depravity just wants to see a specific view after all they offered once.)

Summary: Mc just wants to breed and knock up some very pretty demons.

Genre: smut (m)

Fandom: what in hell is bad

Characters; 2 out 4 Kings of hell Satan and Mammon

Warnings : Dom Mc, creampies, overstimulation, voyeurism, sub! character, m-preg just normal mc horny stuff.

Intro: Satan/Sitri/Ppyong, once told Mc that demons can't have kids on their own, for demons to have kids they would have to go to Lilith and ask for her help due to complications. But many demons just go to Earth and fuck humans because it's more compatible/easier. (this is in-game when they talk about Lilith and her role in demon society a little.)

So Mc, the last of her line looks into this topic (for research purposes, obviously) and finds out it's the demon that gets knocked up no matter the gender. Now Mc can't get the image of their favorite demon knocked up. (Not canon info)

Satan (666 words)

He understands he offered it when he got affected by the angel's blood, but he didn't think you would take him up on it. But ever since he presented the idea, you kind of took it with you. You didn't take the suggestion right away, but you had a certain look about you every time you saw Satan. You basically eye-fucked him almost all the time, but your eyes would linger around his stomach.

At first, he thought you were just fantasizing about his dick or basically just salivating over his abs. But then the touching started, and he could only describe it as oddly comforting but a little confused.

Before, during, and after you guys fucked, you would just rub his kiss marked-stomach. He was constantly asked if he had any cravings or would be inspected to see if his nips were swollen. It wasn't until the angel attacks calmed down and things were finally settling down that your actions were doubled. You were just taking him everywhere. You would pull him away from events with nobles just to do him in a separate room, shoving your tongue down his throat when he spoke to Sitri, making him cum from playing with horns and groping his cock whenever you felt like it. You were insatiable, and Satan began to put things together...eventually.

His horns were like a faucet, leaking all over his body. His hands are tied up with a makeshift tie on his headboard using his own shirt. His pink overall was shoved off of him.

His face was hot. His brain was foggy, and his eyes rolled back.

"so pretty~" He finally hears for a long while.

Your tongue takes a good, long lick of the cream that fell on his nipple from his horns. Satan's body shakes as he breathes heavily through his nose. Your body leaned over his as you continued to lick the devil's essence off his chest; after all, you need it to live.

Satan looks at you, dazed, as you sit back on his cock. He watches as you cheekily smile at him when you finally finish swallowing all of his cum.

"I'm going to make you a daddy, Satan~" You leaned back down to whisper into his ear.

"f-fuck!" The warmth wrapped around his cock was beginning to be too much, but your words made his cock burst. His thighs spread a little more. His cock practically throbbed while in you.

"You like that, baby?" You tease him as your hand presses on his stomach.

"You want a baby right here?" Satan lets out a shakey breath. '' You are the only one that I want to give my baby to." Your hands gripped the base of his horns yet again, and Satan's back arched.

Oh~" he could practically hear your smirk. "I didn't think they would get more sensitive."

Satan's head feels like it's going to explode. His mind is going a mile a minute as he keeps thinking of having a baby with you. Him being full and having a baby in him. His cock is deep inside you; he can feel your insides pulse around him. Satan feels your hips rocking, taking his cock back in and making his head dizzy. Was this why you kept fucking him over and over again? Was this why you kept his cock inside you long after you both came?

You were trying to make him pregnant.

"You'd look so beautiful with you full of me."

He whimpered in response. The tip of his cock had swollen up since you had basically promised him a baby.

He thought of his stomach swelling with your love.

a baby

"F~uugh!" Your lips bit into his neck. Your teeth are breaking his skin, and your tongue is soothing and lapping up after.

"I can't hear you, baby." Your lips moved from his neck to his ear. You take the liberty to nip the tip of his ear. "Go on, keep going."

"F-fuck a baby into me."

Mammon

You took one look at his massive tits and ass. He walks around hell in all kingdoms, claiming you are his master and claiming to be yours. Why wouldn't you think to breed the shit out of his fine ass?

He practically encourages you to be as greedy as possible and lets you touch him ALL over whenever. Something about this man makes you absolutely feral.

Maybe it's the off-the-shoulder, free-the-titties look that really did it for you. But for some reason, you loved seeing and feeling his gold-fingered claws dig into your skin or whatever was in his reach whenever the pleasure overwhelmed him.

The man's tits alone make you salivate at the mere sight, but when you mark them up with HICKIES, bites, scratches, and lick marks,.

It became the norm for Mammon to walk around Tartaros with all types of evidence on him. Mammon would walk with a spring in his step and a beam of pride whenever he even caught a reflection of the physical marks you left him in someone's eyeballs. All because you were staking your claim over him.

"I want everything," you repeated his favorite phrase to him. Both of your hands squeezed Mammon's tits as you had him underneath you. His body shivered, and his nips were swollen from you sucking them. You had taken orgasm after orgasm from him. His body was sensitive, and the remnants of chocolate on his abs clung to him. Your expert tongue had basically fucked his tits and stomach.

"It's all yours, master." The nail marks on your back stung, but you smiled at him as you took one of his fingers to your mouth. Your eyes reflected possessiveness, but your whole aura was bathed in lust. You would give Asmoudues a run for his money.

"I want all of you, Mammon." He whimpered as he felt you move against him again while the vibrator worked deeper inside him. Your ass looked amazing as you rode him. He loved the view of your ass as you rode him. You more than welcomed him to grope your ass as you gripped his thighs, leaving marks. He could feel your cum deep inside him from previous rounds.

"I-iingh, all yours; take everything. All that I am is yours."

"Have my treasure, Mammon." Your voice got a little deeper. " Let me fuck it into you. No one will have this treasure but you."

He can mostly see the back of your head but he could see a hint of a blush. He grounded his hips harder into you at the thought of you breeding him. He was already fucked out, but he couldn't help but want more. All the cum you shot him was safely kept inside him with a deep-tissue vibrator you had received as a gift from Beelzebub. The ultimate way of staking your claim over him

"y-yes, fuck yes!" he moaned loudly as he came " m-master, more" His face was red from blushing as he repeated what he said to you.

''let's make your wish a reality."

[2af-afterdark]

Love Me Tender

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Content: Raphael x MC, fluff and smut, restraints, blindfolds, soft domination, it’s not a kink in this fic but Raphael is still technically in his cock cage, cumming untouched Summary: I just want to give Raphael some tender love. Word Count: 720

You press your lips against Raphael’s, capturing his bottom one and gently sucking on it just to hear the soft growl that he doesn’t attempt to suppress. Beneath you, he stirs, threatening to tear the bindings from around his wrists like tissue paper.

You run your hand over his naked chest as you continue to kiss him, slowly following the curve of his arms upward above his head where his hands are bound to the bedpost by little more than the scrapes of fabric you could imagine on short notice. 

You lace your fingers between his as you say, “If you break free, I leave.”

And if you left this space – one which was not Hell or Heaven or Earth, but a place entirely outside of any influence other that your own imagination – there would be no promise when next you and he would see one another. Not when all of Hell longed to stand between you and him, and you would never forgive the pain that he inflicted upon the devils just to see you.

Raphael’s body went limp.

“Good boy,” you whisper as you deliver one last kiss before you pull away.

His upper body raises up only slightly as he is careful not to pull against the bindings keeping him in place. His direction is guided only by your lingering touch as his eyes are covered so that he cannot look at you directly.

“You said you’d leave if I break free. Did you lie to me?” That last line sounds angry.

“I'm still here.” You squeeze his fingers between yours before pulling away your hand. “Trust me.”

It is a lot to ask of him, but you have faith that he can do it.

Only when you cradle your face against the crook of his shoulder and latch onto the soft flesh of his neck does he finally seem to release his tension. After a moment, his muscles relax and he eases into the illusionary mattress below.

You gently suck at the spot, feeling his pulse beneath your tongue. His vein twitches just below the skin, hammering more rapidly against your ministrations with each passing second. He grits his teeth, trying to hold back the sounds that you draw from his throat. They almost sound pained, but you already know that it’s the anticipation and expectations that are riling him up. After all, you are doing nothing that will hurt him, nor do you plan to.

“Bite down already,” he says, as if he expects you to tear his throat out.

You will have to disappoint him.

“Nope.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch.

“You deserve to be treated gently, Raphael. You deserve to be loved.” 

You don’t know how often he has heard those words or even if he has heard them before, but you know them to be true. 

You close your eyes just to listen to him breathe between each little grunt, following the sounds of his voice to tell you where to kiss next. The harder it is for him to contain himself, the more you want to kiss that spot. Such a path leads you to lick up the side of his neck until you can nip at his jawline with just the tips of your teeth. 

The ends of his blonde hair tickle the lids of your eyes. You exhale abruptly; a short, subtle, but amused laugh.

“I love you,” you say.

As the words leave your mouth, he shudders beneath you. You dare not look down, but you can tell by the faint rose tint dusting his cheeks and the warmth slowly dripping onto your thigh that’s pressed between his that something has changed. 

He has come undone.

“Did you make a mess of your chastity belt?” you ask as you run your finger beneath the edge of his blindfold, lifting the right side only enough to see his eye glaring at you. His stare does nothing to deter you. “Should we make a bigger one?”

More white, hot liquid gushes from the small opening of his chastity device.

“In that case, let me help make a mess out of you.” With an innocent smirk and affection in your eyes, you say the words that ruin him once more. “I love you.”

[monarchofthenight]

Pairing: WBH Gabriel x GN!Reader

Warning: This work is exclusive for ages 18+ as it contains explicit content. This work is unedited and consist of grammatical errors and incorrect punctuation marks.

Note: Reader can either have a dick or a strap-on, depending on what you like.

Tags: Breeding, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasm, Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, Cum eating, Ass eating, Marking, Blood.

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Gabriel is peacefully sleeping on his bed with his head laying down on the soft pillow along with his buttocks facing towards your face ready to be eaten by yours truly like you had been starved of food for years. Licking your lips in delight, you leaned towards the fresh food served in front of you--- sniffing it before diving in, to relish the delicious meal. Licking the sleeping seraph's tight hole, the other still remained unmoved and soundless despite your action but it only encouraged you to see how far you can go. Smirking, you began to knead Gabriel's plump ass with both of your hand while still licking the hole of the seraph with such hunger until the licking turned into sucking along with your hands starting to open the other's ass wide enough to allow access on all the skin in his ass. Moaning from the taste of your beloved seraphs ass you can't help but dive your tounge deep inside him still sucking on his hole like it's your lifeline.

Gabriel began to stir from his sleep from all your actions, occasionally letting out noises when you are hitting his prostrate yet he still remained asleep. What a heavy sleeper he is... suddenly, a thought arised within your mind 'is he just pretending to be asleep to satisfy you?' Smirking you began to pull away from his ass, licking all of the liquid from your mouth and his skin-- savoring every taste of it making you moan with his sweetness. "Aaaa~..." wet noises can be heard from your lips as you suck on your fingers hard enough to feel the tightness of your mouth. Chuckling, you began to pull out your fingers inside your mouth and rub the others hole smearing it with your saliva making his hole glisten like a jewel under the light, which only made your desire for them grow.

You started to insert your index finger inside his ass, biting your lips from the tightness and warmth of your seraphs drenched hole full with your saliva mixed with his own liquid within it. Squelching noises soon emerged from Gabriel's ass as you began to move your finger in a slow pace deep within him, teasingly rubbing the area near where his prostrate is located at but never directly touching it. You kept it up for a good minute, watching the seraphs reaction while you are fingering him.

His eyes were closed, and his lashes gently brushed against his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted, and he was softly breathing in and out in a steady manner but that all would change when you started to insert your second finger joining your wet index deep inside of him as you began to move faster making the squelching noise louder. The line that meets his eyebrows furrowed along with his breathing starting to quicken matching the movement in his chest that is rising up and down, his hands began to clutched the soft white blanket creating multiple rinkles on the perfectly flat fabric he is laying on, his eyelashes trembling slightly from your action--- all because of you that he is in this state. Really... this is such a pleasing sight that your eyes will never get tired of, adoring every second of him and this sight is only for your eyes to see.

"Wake up now, dear~" you leaned towards him, your warm breathe hitting the back of his ear. Now you are currently on top of him. His back is on your chest and his plump ass that your still playing with is right below yours. You could feel him tremble from your touches, your words, your gaze, even your existence alone is just enough for him to harden and released his building desire and pleasure. "...or I won't pound your pretty plump ass until your cock is drained dry." Licking his nape, you began to suck on it, leaving your own mark completely etched within his skin for the others to see who he belongs.

Soon, his eyelids began to open slowly, his disoriented silver eyes haze from the lust and pleasure he is experiencing, his pupils trembling once you stopped teasing his insides and finally decided to rub his prostrate making him let out a low shaky moan. You let out a smile as you noticed him 'woke' up from his deep sleep on the bed, you bit his ear and lick it for your satisfaction. "Good morning my dear Gabriel~" you greeted him, blowing his ear making his whole body tremble. Chuckling from his reaction, you decided to insert your third finger, his legs shaking from the new addition added inside of him stretching his walls wide so you can fit just right inside of him. The movements of your fingers began to move faster and faster to the point that liquids inside of him began to slip out of his hole, dripping on the now filthy blanket but both you and Gabriel couldn't care less about the mess you are creating, rather the only thing both of you are focusing is the pleasure which you are making and your beloved Gabriel is experiencing.

Loud moans and groans is now enveloping the room as well as the creaking of the bed as Gabriel started to moved his hips in accordance to the thrust of your fingers to chase his release. "Haa.. mnnha" were the only response that the other could give to you as he is overwhelmed by the waves of pleasures that is crashing down at him. Biting, sucking, and licking the skin on his back--- you continue to mark your territory, not leaving a skin untouched by your teeth and mouth. His pale skin is now covered with your saliva and red-ish bite marks like a blank canvas being filled up by colorful strokes except it is just one color with different shades. Some of it are stained with blood as you can't help but put a little bit of force in your bites to truly establish your brand on him.

Fingers suddenly being squeezed tightly by the warm flesh inside, Gabriel's legs shook as he spilled his cum on the bed. His eyes fluttering shut close as he relieved the pleasure of releasing. For sure, your seraph could feel you grinning on his skin as his knees collapsed while his chest and stomach came in contact with his own cum--- staining his pristine skin. Staring at him in that state, you can't help but lick your lips as he looks so appetizing that you just want to dig into his flesh but you decided not to as you have done enough marking. Now, it is the time to fully enjoy your meal~

˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.

"Hic-- please, please, ple-- AA~" Silver eyes rolling back, Gabriel could only utter those words as you ruthlessly pounded into him non-stop as you smear his cum all over his chest and face as his tears falls down making you more aroused than before. His legs are wrapped around your waist that is moving continously while both of his hands are gripping tightly on the blanket to the point his knuckles are turning even whiter as he cums once again. This have been the fourth time he released and your fourth round with him without taking any rest between your sessions as you can't help but be tempted by the way your seraph looks so sinful--- crying, begging, shaking, and drooling as you ruin him over and over again. Tounge sticking out of his mouth, you leaned in and sucked it, fully consuming his mouth with yours as you overtook him with your control and dominance. Why would he even fight for control when you are his God? The God that he have been so desperate to be with for decades, the one who he only worship and glorified ever since he was created... there are many reasons why but it is impossible to list all of them down as Gabriel's life revolves around you.

You parted away from the kiss as you still are slamming deep inside of him making his whole body twitch and shake with every slam you made. Grinning, you let one of your hand that is holding down Gabriel's waist to hold him still on bed, scoop a portion of his own cum to bring it up to your mouth, licking and sucking it till there is nothing but your saliva and your seraph's sweat. Now--- your mouth is full of his cum as you leaned in for another kiss towards him, making him consume know how delicous he taste like. Tounges clashing against one another, you felt the vibration of Gabriel's moan inside your mouth as you started to move inside of him. This time, you grabbed both of his legs and pushed it open towards him making a V position.

With this new position, you found your way deeper inside of him--- completely burrowing yourself within his warm flesh that is squeezing you tightly. "I'm gonna breed you until you're full of me~" you said in a sing-song voice, panting with every thrust that you are giving him. Your hands started trailing down on his thigh, gripping it and giving it a slap causing for a bright red mark to appear on his milky thigh. Gabriel released a loud moan with what you said as his saliva trails down on his mouth, "mwant-- mnHp~ y-your chil-- Aaa!~" he stuttered, too drown out in pleasure to fully formulate a sentence.

Your eyes shine with delight at what he said, your movement becoming harder and slow--- grinding down his insides as his dick twitches again, signalling for another release. "You truly desire that?" your seraph nodded his head, staring at you with clear desperation and obssession showing in his silver eyes that is shining because of his tears. Upon seeing him confirm his answer you snapped your hips against his causing him to throw his head back on the bed as his back formed an arc. This time with the full intent to breed him, you breathe out and said:

"Get ready, my seraph, for I won't stop until our love has been consummated, no matter how much you plead with me."

[hiagainyou]

I want a shy boy

{ ღ cw: dom reader/sub character, feminization and corruption kink if you squint }

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Maybe it's the nervousness ya know? The innocence that makes my corruption kink go into full throttle.

It's the progression, the buildup, that always gets me.

The flustering from small compliments, that nervous finger fidget or scratch at the nape of his neck and a cute little smile, or how he tries to hide a smile when you hold hands for the first time in public like he isn't nervous to show you off anymore.

Going from linking pinkies to kissing in public? Like it's cute, trying to steal one when no one's looking or nudging me into a little hideaway just so he can kiss me deeper

I'd have to tease him over it, it's the law actually. How he looks at me with those eyes, all soft and lovey and begging for my lips to press up against his but I act none the wiser. Don't give him what he wants until he asks, no matter how many times he tugs at my clothes or pouts.

"Please?"

"Please what? I can't read your mind honey~"

The little huff of frustration when he sees the glint in my eye.

It's adorable, he's adorable.

Even cuter when I start to sink my teeth into him, leave not so innocent touches that make him twitch or kiss up his neck nice and slowly just to whisper all that filth into his ear.

"You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you?"

And

"You're all mine, aren't you princess?"

Feeling his grip on my hips tighten, how he nods dumbly wen I asks if he wants me, if he needs me, whimpers when I kiss him and whines when I pull away.

He's just so cute, the cutest little baby💕

How he gets bolder in public, tugs me into a bathroom all teary and says how badly he needs it and how he can't wait until we get home.

"Please baby? Please please please, just once? Let me cum once?"

Watching him bite his lip and scrunch up his face, eyes closed tight while his hips eagerly meet mine. Grinding down on him just the way he likes to pull a moan from those pretty full lips. Gettin' him so pussy drunk and dumb that he stops trying to be quiet, so caught up on chasing his high he doesn't hear the way his voice bounces off the walls in a lewd symphony. Every "don't stop", "please", and choked "baby" only making me wanna fuck him faster.

How he holds me tight when he finishes, face buried in my neck as he whimpers a thank you, give him a sweet kiss after he's done trembling and take his big hand in mine.

"Look at the mess you made, how are you gonna clean it up huh?"

[cienie-isengardu]

MK1 fanfiction

EDIT: now all chapters will be collected under the title of Cracked mirror of black, cold soul

No one asked for it, but as I did not get enough Bi-Han & Shang Tsung interaction, I was forced to write about them myself. The first part is at least done, we will see if I managed to finish the second. Mainly written as a character study of MK1!Shang Tsung, a bit about his relationship with Damashi, General Shao and potential partnership with Sub-Zero post story-mode.

There was a time when Shang Tsung was nothing more than just a pitiful loser clinging to an even more pathetic life. All he could do to survive was to pretend to be someone else, someone better, wiser; someone worthy of trust, someone people like and listen to. Lying to people was easy. Lying to himself anyone would care if he died came much harder and harder with each passing day. 

Then came Damashi and offered him not only power but also kindness, a praise for making progress, be it for fulfilling her plans or for his own growing skills. He would gladly burn the world just to earn her smile, a good word, anything really. She made him for the first time in a long long time feel valued, appreciated, even liked despite who he was under all the polite words and charming smiles.

But that was a lie too. A lie he foolishly fell for, like a stray, hungry dog falls for a kind pat on the head and a little treat before the new owner will kick it for fun.

Shang Tsung was many things but definitely not a dog to be kicked, be it by Liu Kang or his Titan self. If none of the gods cared for him, he wouldn't care for them either. And now, after he ran away from prison and a terrifying storm washed him ashore on a deserted island full of magic secrets to unlock, he had time and means to repay each of his pursuers, to make all the realms if not respect his skills then fear them.

Since Damashi’s - his own Titan self’s - betrayal many days and nights have passed and with each Shang Tsung’s mastery of magic grew stronger, his knowledge deepened, his confidence restored and strengthened. He claimed the island as his new home, the impregnable fortress secured by the most wicked, devilish and brilliant traps he could think about and for the first time in ages, he finally felt like belonging to the right place.

It was as good a life as it could be. Not perfect, as Shang Tsung still needed to figure out how to secure his food supplies before he would tame the wild land, unused for years and maybe the animals lurking in the shadows could be useful too. A domestic cattle would be a great addition for sure, as it was the only type of animal he had any skill to maintain but then again, there was no way he would engage in tedious farming. He had no time nor patience for that kind of work yet he did not want any stranger on his island either. All he could do for now was to eat the catched fishes and some plucked from tree fruits while bringing all the needed ingredients and supplies from a quick trip to the land. Using magic portals was a tricky solution - magic brought unwanted attention and once used, always left some traits to follow but after the last storm he did not feel safe on a boat sailing through the open sea. On the land, he did run into some of his former allies, exchanged important news and some secrets here and there, never truly betraying where he was hiding. The General and his men treated Shang Tsung with suspicion, always demanding more than he offered. On the other hand, he and Quan Chi worked well in the past, but after the last betrayal, Shang Tsung couldn’t trust anyone anymore. Everyone blamed him for his Titan self’s lies, like he was the one lying to them all. The Royal Family wanted his head, the Earthrealm Champions hunted him too. It was a mess, amusing and irritating at the same time. 

He was going to deal with that matter too, when the right time came. For now, Shang Tsung enjoyed the new found magic - the power awaiting for those who will dare to reach out for it. A power he didn’t need to share with anyone.  

Everything would feel much better though if Sub-Zero didn’t somehow find a way to break into his new home like all the deviously set up traps meant nothing.

Shang Tsung should know something was off the moment he felt coldness creeping into his bones, but in all fairness, it was always cold here. He did not have yet an idea how to heat the interior of an abandoned fortress and as much as he liked to not freeze in his own sleep, luxury like that was not on his priority list. He should be more cautious, more focused on the change in the air about him than walking straight into his own room and then be dumstocked at the sight of Sub-Zero looking through his books as if he had lived here forever and Shang Tsung was the unwanted guest.

“Your security is shitty” was all he got as a greeting. Cold, sharp, uncaring words judging him as an incompetent idiot. The bastard did not even bother to look at him, just kept rummaging through the books like it was the only thing worth this attention.

Shang Tsung wasn’t sure what offended him more - being ignored or watching as his precious belongings were touched without his permission. He liked books way more than he liked people. 

In the last few years he killed people for less than that yet he smiled his most charming smile, the gears in his head working fast and furious on how to turn the unpleasant situation for his own advantage. The fact that Sub-Zero allowed him to see himself in the open instead of lurking in the shadows to cut his throat gave Shang Tsung a reason for a bit of optimism. As far as he heard from his former, maybe-still-maybe-not allies, Lin Kuei rejected Liu Kang’s authority and were on their own. It of course did not mean that Sub-Zero was his friend or ally nor that he wouldn't murder Shang Tsung at the end of day, either to reconcile with Fire Lord or to bribe the god to let the Lin Kuei be in peace.

Shang Tsung couldn’t blame Bi-Han for that - in this cruel world, everyone was looking after their own best interest, but the vision of losing his life did not sit well with him at all. He wasn’t afraid of fighting and he did beat down great Champions in the last battle, but out of all opponents, it was Sub-Zero's ice axe that was the closest to beheading him for good.

He did not plan to forget that anytime soon.

“What an unexpected surprise,” he said, all the soft, so sweet smile, velvet voice and sharp eyes analyzing the danger standing before him. “What can I do for you, my friend? Or did you just miss my humble company?”

He teased with feigned innocence because men hated when he said ridiculous stuff like that. Shang Tsung hated it himself, because he knew no one would miss him at all.  

“For one, drop the false politeness” came Sub-Zero’s cold reply, a mix of disapproval and command that Shang Tsung was so used to, because this was how people treated him, the real him, all his life. “We are not friends.”

There was a flare of anger in Shang Tsung now, the desire to prove himself the superior, not a pitiful dog anyone could kick and command - but he knew better than to allow this fire to burn inside him. Emotions were a weakness he couldn’t afford. Did the man even know how much he provoked the sorcerer with his cold disdain? Shang Tsung had no idea. He heard a lot of stories about Lin Kuei; even in the backwater hole from which he crawled out everyone heard the terrifying tales of Fire Lord’s secret army. Of the ice demons stealthier than shadows and more deadly than night itself and for a long time Shang Tsung did not think of them as living beings from this world.

Still… Sub-Zero was mortal, wasn’t he? A special one no doubt, with control over ice yet he could bleed too. Shang Tsung wondered for a moment what he could find under the fine, cold skin if he ever had a chance to look for the answer. An ice demon, human or hybrid of both?

“But we are still allies, aren’t we?” he asked, still polite and careful, yet walking up to the other man with his typical swagger. Not close enough to be in arm reach, but close enough to show he wasn’t that easily intimidated. 

The great military hero of Edenia always looked down on his movements; how he fought, how he gesticulated, how he walked. No self-respecting soldier would walk like some pleased prostitute after a well-paid job, the General said not once nor twice and all Shang Tsung could do then was to smile the brightest smile and thank him, like his disdain was the best praise he heard that day. The only thing they really have in common, beside the desire to take down Sindel’s regime, was being self-made men for both worked hard to be who they were. Yet General came from an old, aristocratic family with even older military tradition and everything that did not fit his narrow-minded idea of the world was treated with hostility and contempt. 

Shang Tsung’s skinny body, swagger, shrewdness, curiosity and wordiness unsurprisingly annoyed the great warrior and to say he took no pleasure in that fact would be a blatant lie. Even if it was childish and unproductive pleasure, it amused him to know how little effort he needed to test the patience of such a stern and manly man. 

Sub-Zero reminded him a lot of Shao and he suspected it was the soldier thing; the body built for fight and hardship, no-nonse attitude and the way both men moved - with deadly precision and confidence only a person that in fact killed an enemy in battle could muster. Even the way they spoke sounded similar, a barked command that everyone around instinctively wanted to obey, either out of respect or fear.

For that similarity alone, Shang Tsung expected the Lin Kuei Grandmaster to snarl at him some nasty remark about how his Titan self betrayed them all and thus how little he himself was worth of anyone’s trust. Anything to put the sorcerer down even a bit, to remind him what a failure he was.

“That is yet to be seen” was all the Grandmaster said, finally glancing from the book to Shang Tsung. 

It was hard to read anything from the man’s face, as half of it was hidden behind that damned Lin Kuei mask. All he could do was to rely on the move of a brew and the incantation of voice, each syllable, a moment of pause. It was a hard task, as the man showed no emotions and spoke so little so far. But the sorcerer knew there was anger, always lurking in each word spoken by Sub-Zero, but also… an excitement at finally being free of Liu Kang’s control. As Damashi foretold.

Shang Tsung couldn’t help but to think there was something much deeper about Damashi's interest in breaking Lin Kuei from Fire Lord than he ever suspected before. Back then the choice sounded logical - every action that would deprive Liu Kang of the advantage was worth taking so he did not question his benefactor. How could he, really? Now though? The truth burned him to the core and he learned the hard way that each of Damashi’s words had a hidden meaning, each action served a different goal than was promised; the victory he was in fact never part of. Yet… even the deepest shade of lie had a grain of truth. He knew that one well, for he lied all his life.

His Titan self for some reason wanted not so much the Lin Kuei itself as the Sub-Zero specifically on his side. Maybe more than Titan Shang Tsung even wanted his own younger self, corrupted by Liu Kang. 

The mere thought made him want to curse all gods alike. There was no difference for him between Liu Kang and his Titan-self, as both played him like some pawn, not even an important figure. Just pawn, to hold away from power, to sacrifice it when times would come. 

But there was more to it than just jealous anger and the never ending feeling of never being good enough. If Sub-Zero meant so much, if not in the grand scheme of things itself then just for personal satisfaction of Titan, then maybe he could be important to Shang Tsung’s own plans. Allies were hard to come by and these days he could use some, well, not protection really, he was done with living under someone else's wing but he wouldn’t say no to some partnership or at least casual support. The little favor here and there where things were still thick and troublesome to deal on your own. After all, freedom always came at some cost. 

Maybe Sub-Zero came to the same conclusion and his unexpected visit was just a reconnaissance. They were more alike than one would think, as similar desires drove them into this madness of Titans. To prove their own might and skills to all those that looked down on them their whole life. But above everything else, to be free and powerful enough to keep that freedom.

To his own surprise, Shang Tsung took comfort in that thought.

If they were meant to stay allies - or as close two stubborn outcasts with grudge against gods could rely on each other, some sacrifices were to be made. Shang Tsung did something he rarely did - he dropped the false politeness under which he hid himself for years.

“How did you find me?” he asked Sub-Zero directly, raising his chin challengingly. He was not afraid of Lin Kuei, just curious.

“You are not as careful as you think you are” Bi-Han answered with no less challenging stare, yet the flick of an amusement in his eyes was unmistakable. Shang Tsung knew the man was smirking under that damned mask and that thought alone made him puff in anger. 

The brown eyes shone even more.

Sub-Zero moved from his place, slowly walking from one bookshelf to another. His fingers traced books, never stopping at any particular volume, but always touching the book spines, like there was something interesting in their textures. The man did not pay attention to Shang Tsung and not really to books either. He was studying the room itself. The sorcerer couldn’t place why it bothered him so much but he knew better than to allow Sub-Zero to learn even the most trivial things about himself or his fortress. 

Damashi warned him against that the first day when she spoke about Lin Kuei. They are thieves, the mysterious being said, all grace and patience and praise for the unwanted Shang Tsung who drank in her words like the wisdom of gods, who will steal your fortune, life and secrets. Always be on your guard around them, especially around the one named Sub-Zero. If only he was smarter back then, less in need to please his generous benefactor, maybe he could hear in her sweet voice the longing for something, someone, that was not anymore. For the old partnership that was broken and defiled by Liu Kang’s peaceful vision of the world. But he was a fool who thought her yearning was for him alone. 

Shang Tsung was done with being played like a fool.

“Who told you about my island?” he demanded, voice still quiet yet no less burning with an old anger. He would get his answers, whatever kindly or by force.

A long sigh escaped Sub-Zero’s lips and frankly it took him out by surprise. Shang Tsung - or rather his Titan self -  knew the man was running on frustration for years, but that sounded as a whole new level of annoyance.

“I heard about it from Havik, who heard that from Rain, who heard that from Reiko, who heard that from Shao, who heard about it from Quan Chi. But the whole Sun Do is full of similar gossip.”

For a moment none of them spoke. Shang Tsung stared at Sub-Zero’s impassive, half-hidden face that still somehow emanated his disgust at their maybe-allies-maybe-not-but-definitely-idiots who apparently couldn’t keep a secret to save their own life. The feeling was mutual, because this was the reason why the sorcerer hated working with others. No one apparently could keep their mouth shut down if you didn’t help make that permanently. 

He closed eyes and rubbed his forehead, like that could ward off all the bad thoughts assaulting his mind right now.  His fingers were cold, too cold for his liking, unpleasantly stiff and numb. He did not like how the mere presence of a cryomancer affected his body, how it made him shiver and weak. He was an Edenian for fuck’s sake, and Edenia did not even know what winter cold was. He did not know that himself, until Damashi led him to a snow-covered fortress and he almost freezed there the first night. 

It took him a moment to realize something bad was happening. He couldn’t focus, all his senses dulled, body so clumsy and weak. As if his energy suddenly dropped to zero and fatigue was taking over. A flash of panic crossed his mind, but he was too tired, too cold to even be afraid for his life.

He had no idea how long he remained in the grip of this piercing soul frost. A few seconds? Days? He couldn’t even say. What mattered was that once the control of his senses came back, he was still alive and Sub-Zero gone.

And the fact the bastard stole a few of his precious scrolls and books.

***

The books showed up on his desk a few days later. There was no thank you or sorry about that note, not even the fuck you, loser. Shang Tsung both admired the man's boldness and hated him for it. Still he appreciated the books were returned in a good condition, as there was not a single scratch on any of them, not even a new page crease. He had no idea if that was some sort of weird Lin Kuei’s way to test him, disrespect or Sub-Zero took the books simply because he wanted to read them but he was a bastard with no sense of social politeness to just ask as any normal human being would. Damashi mentioned cryomancers were naturally difficult like that.

Shang Tsung had better things to do than to wonder what the check was wrong with Sub-Zero yet he was too curious for his own sake. Sadly, the titles alone did not say anything useful on the matter and even though he read each book just in case, there was hardly anything worth the time it took to finish them. No grand secrets revealed, no magic or military knowledge, not even historical value. Just some technical nonsense that bore him to death and if Sub-Zero was into stuff like that then no wonder the man lacked any social grace. 

The Grandmaster of Lin Kuei so far did not try to kill him and returned the books so Shang Tsung decided to give him the benefit of doubt and so he did not cross out the man from the list of potential allies. It did not stop him however from improving the traps just in case the man decided to return solely to steal again.

***

The scrolls showed up on his desk three days later. Their appearance actually worried Shang Tsung, not just because the trap again turned out to be useless. He was not worried even by the possibility Sub-Zero found some secret entrance he did not know about yet. No, what worried him was the fact he spent the whole morning in his chamber and walked out for like twenty minutes at best and when he returned, the scrolls WERE. THERE. 

That actually unnerved him much more than he wanted to admit. 

The scrolls turned out to be written in a language Shang Tsung did not even know and the implication that Lin Kuei could read it only added to the feeling of cold unease. There was however a note left on the scrolls; a small paper with only Royal Army searching the coast written in Shang Tsung’s own language. 

He was not afraid of empress Mileena’s army but he did appreciate the warning. Of course, the warning could be a fraud, a means to build trust only to betray him. The common sense advised caution yet there was a weird sense of peace within Shang Tsung. A hope or hunch, he did not know, but deep in his heart he felt everything was alright.

All he could do for now was wait to see if Sub-Zero will lead the enemy to his fortress or not. So he waited.

(The fact that another book disappeared with Sub-Zero did not surprise him much. Irritated, yes, but not worried. For some reason he felt everything was like it should be, like some almost forgotten memory of past life came back to him and the sense of deja vu was weirdly comforting.)

[livelaughlovesubs]

Thinking about suffocating a boy who’s trying to eat me out/ gimme a bj cuz that’s so hot- WHO SAID THAT? IT WASNT ME

Dom!reader x sub!character!!!

Hand stroking his hair with a gentleness he’s never seen before, scraping his scalp a little you are at it. His own hands clenched into fists, resting on his thighs because you didn’t allow him to touch you. Your adorable little pet’s kneeling between your legs, eagerly trying to please you. So eager that it almost makes up for how bad he is at his job.

Lewd sounds of slurping, sucking and licking fills the room. His pretty face wet with tears and your body fluids. And whenever his tongue accidentally rolls over a nice spot, you’d tug on his hair a little, causing him to twitch and whimper.

“Mhmm..NGhn..!! Hgnn, hmm- nnHHh!”

Sadly you won’t be able to know what he was saying, not when his mouth was busy with serving you. Though those kitten licks were getting boring, surely he can do better than that, right? So you just yanked on his hair, basically grinding against his face now. It hurts so bad! He can’t even breathe! Yet he keeps trying to put his mouth to use, all in hopes of satisfying you.

You were using him as you pleased until you finished. Watching his eyes widen as he tries to swallow everything you gave him. His hands trembled since he wanted to use them, but an order is an order. He just wants to be your good boy so bad~

Atsushi, Sigma, kazuha, Thoma, Xiao, Dan heng, Caelus, Giyuu, Rengoku, Choso, Nanami (pls it makes sense), rara, mammon, and your favourites <3

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

If we're going for requests then I'd love a retake on WHB Satan's "demon energy" scene where he assumes that MC will be submissive but is swiftly corrected when he ends up on his back getting milked and overstimmed because the more energy the human gets the longer they stay alive, right? You might as well take as much as you can when you've got the chance

Yesss!! I actually adore this idea since the devils stop after one session, wouldn’t it so much smarter to milk them for all then can give? It would let you live longer than a few hours!

Also I cant belive I never thought about pre leaking from horns until I played this game!!)

(Imagine the kings not lasting as long as their subordinates<3)

Satan (overstim, milling, horn play (little bit), hair pulling, demon ‘energy’)

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To have Satan, a king of Hell feeling you up and kissing you in your best friends room was…odd enough, you didn’t even notice you were on Minhyeok’s bed until Satan’s hands were on either side of your head.

You could feel him grinding against you, his arousal obvious as he growls, grinning down at you. “You look so good beneath me, don’t worry, I’ll take great care of you.” He hissed out. You raised an eyebrow.

Him taking care of you? Oh no no no, he must be mistaken.

You’d have to fix him.

You reach up as if to stroke his face, but reach past him, and grab a handful of his hair and yank down. Satan stiffens and resists only for you to yank harder, forcing his face right against yours. He moans in response, only egging you on.

“No, I’ll be taking care of you, ‘your Majesty’.” You felt his manhood give a clear throb against you. His clothes blocking the appendage from entering you as it’s owner grinds against you. You grab as much of his long hair as you could, twisting it in your hand before yanking with as much force as you humanly could to the side, making Satan lose balance and flop beside you.

You released his hair only to mount him.

“Oh, you’re far more brave than Solo-“ You try to grab his hair again to make him stop, but accidentally grab one of his horns. You on instinct stroke the smooth horn, it’s slick, your hand glides up it with ease. “O-oh! Fuck, like that!”

He bucks up involuntarily and you continue your stroking out of curiosity. He squirms under you, mewling and the second you bring your free hand to his other horn, his eyes close as he bites his lip. You hesitate upon feeling a liquid seeping from his horns.

“Oh shit, are you bleeding?” You ask as you let go of one of his horns to see the liquid was…white/clearish and didn’t gave a scent like blood would.

Satan tried to laugh but it turned to a moan when you leaned over and liked him his horn. It tasted…salty and it made your mouth water. “Oh, it’s what happens when demons enjoy things.” He half heartedly explained. “Ok, t-that’s enough teasing, I’m ready to take control again.” He moans out.

You laugh in response. “Satan, you’re not a king here, this isn’t even your room, I’m in charge here.” You yank his pants and undergarments down enough to free his cock. It stood up excitedly throbbing as pre leaked from the red tip. “So do I need to ingest your cum?”

Satan rolled his hips on instinct and his dick slaps against his stomach. “N-no I mean, it works best if it winds up inside you, or on you.” He shrugged. “Pretty much just let it touch you a-and it helps.” You see him pause for a second before he shouts. “Oh? You wanna dom me? Me!?” He barks out a laugh and gently shoved you.

“Satan, you are mine, I’m going to claim you today.” You purr out. He rolls his eyes but does not make an attempt to slip out from under you. You finally grab his cock, stroking it in tune with his horn, making him twitch his hips forward with every stroke.

Satan moaned in a feeble voice before he’s spilling cum into his out stomach. “J-just like that! F-fuck it feels amazing!” You could practically see hearts in his eyes as he bucks into your hand, he collapses against the bed and lets you stroke him past his orgasm. “I-ooh, hold on, it’s, it needs a few seconds between sessions.”

You didn’t stop or slow down, your strokes didn’t give him a break, instead causing some whimpers to escape him as he tries to wiggle free. “Calm down, I’m just getting the ‘energy’ I need, I mean I’ll be here for a while, right?”

Satan hesitantly stopped squirming, instead just twitching and trembling whenever your strokes get a particularly sensitive point. “T-take all you can, demons have great stamina!” He tried to boast even as you stimulate his cock and horn.

He tries to move you off of him only for your grip on his horn to tighten to a near hypnotizing tightness. You feel the clear liquid oozing from his horns. “Oh you like this?” You yank on his horn to force him to eye level with you. Satan follows your ‘guidance’ without resistance (though judging how sensitive his horns are, this might be as much resistance he can give.)

Satan hissed, making a half attempt to pull away when your nails graze his horns. “You-I-I’m supposed to be helping you!” You nod in acknowledgment.

“You aren’t really good at it. But I am feeling better! Maybe a few more times and I’ll be good!” Your hand sped up on his cock as your other hand clawed his sensitive horn. Satan cried out, bucking up on accident and spurring his next orgasm.

He gave a low growl as his swollen cock flexes a few times and he’s cumming on his own stomach again. This time you release his dick as soon as he’s done, but you move your now free hand to his free horn. “H-hey! Not so rough-“ He yelped upon feeling you claw at both his horns.

He’s whining and trying to get loose enough to give you a kiss, but you hold him down. “They are dense, so I cant cause much damage to them,” You pause getting an admittedly dumb idea. “Actually…if I grind on them, can you still get off to that?”

Satan’s face is deep scarlet but he’s grinning ear to ear. “F-fuck yes,” He pants out. “That sound a-amazing but for now, I need a breather Solomon-“ You rake your nails down both his horns, earning a shocked yelp. To your surprise, he cums yet again, though this time you admittedly start to feel better.

“I can feel the energy. I want more, Satan.” He lets out an exhausted whine, trying to push you away half heartedly. “Or maybe…I should go to your underlings for more.” You pretext to think it over and look him over. “Yeah, you look like you have no energy left, maybe I should get S-“

Right as you let go of him, he pulls you back, growling. “Please, I have plenty more energy to give.” He purrs out, licking the side of your face “and I’ll actually call you by your name.”

[cynnkk]

mammon. oh mammon.

since he's competing w/ all the other devils for your attention, he decided to be owned by you, not the other way around.

He opened up and admitted that he fell in love with you at first sight. if you remember, you were resting on his chest when you woke up in the hospital and he spent all that time thinking about how wonderful, breathtaking and powerful you were and what it would feel like for you to own him, for him to belong TO you.

He would be solely and exclusively devoted to you and to your well-being. Mind you, he's not a low level demon: he's the king of Tartaros, the wealthiest kingdom in Hell and everything belongs to him but, as his master, everything will belong to you as well.

The whole thing is new to the both of you but he's resolute: he likes you "just because", not because you're solomon's descendant but because you are you.

You'll come around someday and love him like he loves you. He wants you to surrender to your greed, to take everything from him and he'll accept everything you have to offer: from lovely dates along the tartaros river to long fucking sessions on his throne, he would lap it all up, like the good sub he was always meant to be.

in a world where you are seen as somebody else's stand-in, he's the one asking you to recognise him.

You're his master after all, no one can replace you.

He's yours. you just have to accept it as a fact, because he's not letting you go.

[blueismakingfanfics]

One-Shot, work in progress! Gabriel x Reader

I'm currently working on a Gabriel x reader one-shot! It's gonna be a bit lengthy, so I hope you guys will enjoy it! It features a dom!Gender-Nuteral Reader! If you couldn't tell by now, this would be an NSFW story, but I wanted you guys to get it a taste of it! I'm currently working on a request currently too(I definitely saw them, and I can't wait to post them!). I'm also working on a Bael one-shot where the reader chooses Beelzebub over him. It may or may not contain suggestive content, but it will be pure angst for my sad reader! I hope you all will follow along!🩷

[omkookie]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Kitty! Kitty! =ᗢ= .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Femdom, pet play, pegging, cum eating, hair pulling, slapping, Satan is a good kitty for his mistress.

Fucking Satan with a strap-on while he’s wearing the cute paw socks you bought him. Literally gripping his hips to pull him back, thrusting into him hard enough to rock his body. Watching his toes curl, and the little paws on his feet move.

He looked so fucked out, his face flushed red with embarrassment and ecstasy. Biting his lips, his eyes rolled back with each thrust in him.

You pulled out enough- nearly slipping out, before slamming right back into him. “I…krr..Fuck—” He cursed, groaning at his own inability to form a coherent sentence. It was difficult to talk while you fucked him hard. He trembled, his thighs shaking as you tugged on his cute pinkish nipples.

“Who's my good kitty?” You asked him, slapping his pert chest. His pecs tightened at the impact, hardening, before softening again. Your hand left a small imprint behind, easily coloring his pale skin.

“M-me…” Satan huffs out, A strangled moan leaving his lips when you tug on his hair, pulling his head back.

“I'm a good kitty miss. I'm a good…cat” A small gasp leaves his lips, his breath hitching in his throat as he struggles to get the words out of his mouth.

His dick throbbed, the neglected tip pressing against his abdomen as you continued to plow him from behind.

“Crap…oh…oh shit” He mewls, a small pathetic moan getting past his lips. He didn't want to give you the satisfaction of having him wrapped around your finger this quick, but he wasn't capable of holding onto his sanity any longer.

If he had to be pathetic and beg you for his release this fast, then so be it.

“MC, I wanna cum- Please, please, please”

Satan pleads sweetly, his voice having a higher pitch to it. He needily rocked back into you, thrusting himself against your strap.

“MC~ Miss~” Moaning your name, he bit his lip again, bleary eyes barely focused on the plush bedding below him.

“What is it? My little kitty, I didn't hear you the first time.” You spoke, teasing him with your words. He feels your hand slide into his soft hair, slowly grilling his locks to pull them again.

Satan bristled like an angry cat, quickly losing his patience despite his attempts to remain calm and collected. “I wanna cum miss!” He repeats, letting out a breath he had been holding on to.

“Do you? Really kitty?”

You were taunting him on purpose.

“You're really going to make me say ‘it’’ he grumbles, grinding his teeth as he tries to steady himself on his shaky forearms.

“I told you, I won't let you cum unless you do it” You reminded him, stroking his pert chest again. He didn't have to look back at you to know you had a grin on your lips. He could feel your smug face staring at him despite having his back turned towards you.

“...”

Silence.

Satan doesn't say anything, prompting you to slow down your pace.

“Meow…” Finally, He meows.

“Meow…can I cum…now…please?” his eyes shut closed, the embarrassment etching himself onto his face as you reduced him to nothing but a mess.

The little paws on the bottom of his feet shook as you sped up your pace again. Fucking him hard, rough, and pulling on his hair just how he liked.

“Aww! You can cum, Kitty.” Your sweet lips finally allowed him to finish, giving him the approval he wanted which set his mind ablaze.

Finally! He was going to cum! You were allowing him.

“Oh. But not so fast.” You added quickly, letting go of his hair to reach for something behind you. Placing a small cat bowl in front of him, Satan nearly gawks at it, his eyes bulging out. “What's that for?” He asks, feeling astonished.

“You're gonna fill it up with your cum kitty! And don't waste a drop of it.”

His cheeks burned red at your answer, he no longer cared about how loud he was moaning as you fucked him. Everyone who walks by his room is allowed to know how good you were fucking him, and he would have no regrets later.

“Ohh- MC! MC! MC- Miss” He repeated your name, his hips jittering as you reached down to stroke his pitifully neglected cock. You held onto the base firmly, giving it a gentle squeeze which you knew he'd like.

Finally, you slowly lessened your grip on the base and started to stroke him fully.

“My sweet, sweet kitty” You praised him, getting his cock off as you continued to fuck his ass.

Satan saw white, his vision blanking completely as he got both penetrated and jerked off.

It threw him off of the edge, making his cock squirt more cum than he usually does, right into the little bowl you brought out.

His whole body shook as he threw his head back at your chest, whimpering sweetly. You had his cute ass stretched out perfectly around you. Your large purple cock molding his insides to fit you in.

“Such a good kitty! ” Stroking his back, you gave him a little praise. He nearly flops onto the bed below him, spent and tired as he pants.

“Look at how well I got to milk your cock! Such a big load” Holding up the little bowl, filled with his cum you commented on the amount that was gathered in it.

“Such a good, good, kitty.” You repeated, beginning to slowly pull out of him.

“Not so fast” Satan huffs, reaching back to hold onto your wrist and stop you. He gripped your wrist firmly to keep you in place, clearly not wanting to let you go.

“I want you…to stay in me for a bit more” He says, casting a glance back at you before letting your wrist go again. He flopped down onto the pillow, grumbling something under his breath.

“Okay… but since you did so much and you were so active, you have to drink your milk now!” You simply leaned on top of him, handing him the little cat bowl before wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him from behind.

Basking into your soft affection, He twists his head to kiss your cheek. His eyes then turn to the little bowl filled with his cum.

“You're a pervert” He huffs out, grinning as he kicks his feet.

Slowly, he brings the bowl to his lips, licking and slurping his own cum until the bowl is licked clean.

“Well that's not how I wanted you to eat it kitty” You sighed, seemingly feigning some disappointment that he didn't set the bowl on the floor and lick it out like a pet.

Rolling his eyes at you, Satan leans into your embrace.

“Paw socks… I didn't think making me meow and eat my own cum would get you this excited.” He chuckles, looking down at his feet to get a look at the little paws on them.

“How was the milk kitty?” You asked, Wrapping his hair around your finger and playing with it.

“Hmm…Delicious. Thank you”

“That’s good. Well, You looked absolutely adorable getting fucked stupid on my cock, Satan!”

“Cute? ‘Cute’ isn't how I would describe I look” he retorts, furrowing an eyebrow.

“You can't see how you look while I fuck you, so shush. You were absolutely adorable”

Ohh if only he could purr, despite his stubbornness he was completely putty in your hands all night. You had him wrapped around your finger, and he'd sure as hell let you fuck him like this again.

“I enjoyed that” Satan says bluntly, his smooth voice ringing throughout the room during the quiet aftermath.

“I'm happy you did…” kissing his shoulder, you tighten your arms around him to give him a small squeeze.

“We can do that again sometime, right?”

“Right. Let's do it again.”

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