#what in hell is bad fanfic

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{ SIN LV.3 } Introducing! Your shameless boy who jerks off while you clean his room. You punish Belphie for not helping you by lightly edging him! And you make him do all of the work himself, until you're satisfied and your lust mark feels so hot it makes you take over again.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, femdom, PIV, oral (on fem), sex toys, light edging, thigh fucking, handjobs, double penetration, Belphegor loves his "Missus" and does as she orders.

One hundred and eight.

One hundred and nine.

One hundred and ten.

You slowly counted the painful amount of doujinshi Belphegor had, all of it lying scattered around his room. Out of pity for Beleth, you offered to help him with cleaning his lazy king's quarters. A decision which you were slowly coming to regret… Oh boy, What a mess it was.

Lewd comics were scattered all around. Empty drink cans piled into a mountain in the corner, and Belphegor had left his used fleshlight lying on top of his nightstand. Speaking of Bephegor– That degenerate was currently sitting on his bed, leaning against some pillows as he shamelessly jerked off behind you.

Fap, fap, fap, fap.

You could hear the wet squelches of his cock as it thrust into yet another fleshlight. He didn't give a single fuck about the fact that he was jerking off with you in the room– hell, he'd even do it Infront of his subordinates if they were here, often getting on Gusion's nerves.

“Ar’ you done yet?” Belphegor calls out to you, asking if you're ready while keeping a watchful eye on your figure. You finally got to wiping his desk clean, and there was no more trash or doujinshi scattered across his room.

“Yes, I'm done,” You sighed in reply, tossing the cleaning rag into a bucket of housekeeping supplies.

Turning around, you notice that he's moved to the edge of the bed, his fleshlight lying discarded somewhere to the side.

“Y’ comin' here then missus?” he asks, gesturing towards his lap. His cock twitched as he posed the question, his gray irises looking at you as intently as ever. He sat there, kimono loosely hanging off of his shoulders as he waited for you to come to him.

“You're not cute. I had to clean your whole room myself, Belphegor.” You told him off as you walked up to him. Despite wanting to, you find yourself unable to deny him because of the lust mark on your abdomen. Heat pooled up in your belly, setting your whole body aflame upon the sight of him looking so…lewd.

“But yer not really mad at me?” Belphegor imposes the question, tilting his head cutely at you while you straddle him. His hands slid up your hips, fondling your soft curves and rubbing them as his cock prodded your thigh.

“You're right. I'm not mad at you, but next time you should help.” Speaking softly, you ended it by grabbing his chin to pull his face towards yours for a kiss.

His lips mingled with yours, tasting, teasing and kissing. The two of you made out sweetly, Your mouths opening to explore one another's. Your tongue pressed against his, twisting and turning before you gently nipped at his lip. Belphegor made a small noise in pleasure. His hands slid down to your ass to grab it, massaging your buttocks as the two of you continued to engage in your steamy exchange.

“Put in that work, push it harder…” Belphegor murmured as you grind your hips down on his cock. His hands made quick work of tugging off your leggings and underwear. He easily pulled them off of your ankles, throwing them to the floor next to his bed.

“It's really hard for me, hm?” You can't help but comment as you rub yourself against his erect cock, “You've been a good boy and keeping your cock hard and ready for me, right? Belphie.”

“Always” he he hums in reply, letting out a small sigh as your pussy presses down against him.

His cock was so pretty, flushed, big, and hard. The piercings on it were your favorite accessories on him. His whole body was embedded with piercings, and they looked so damn good. He had that whole vibe going on which simply drew you in. Looking down at his pretty cock, your mind couldn't keep away from wandering. Maybe next time, you'll buy him some piercings for his cock as a gift?~ you'll love to see him have them on the next time you fuck.

Reaching up, you pushed two fingers into Belphegor's mouth, which he willingly accepted. His lips eagerly suck on your fingers, and he finds himself rolling his tongue around them while you continue to grind against him.

“Wait for a minute.” Your pretty lips said before pausing, You got off of him and reached towards his nightstand to grab his bottle of lube. Getting back on top of him, You drip some of the lube onto his cock, coating it in a decent amount before you close the bottle again.

“...Mmm… that feels nice” He hums in approval, leaning back against the cushions comfortably.

“Ya look so pretty… starin’ down at me like that, missus” he complimented you.

“You're the one who looks pretty” You fired his compliment back at him, pulling him in for another heated kiss. Belphegor smiled into the kiss, his hands raking up your thighs to feel your soft skin. “Ya talk too much” he grumbles, chuckling as you squeeze his shoulders, holding onto him while you continue to rub yourself against his cock.

“Do you think you deserve to be in this pussy?- after you watched me clean your whole room and didn't help me?” Wanting to tease him a bit more, you ran your hands over his pecs while sweetly antagonizing him.

Belphegor suddenly looked like an annoyed cat as his face somewhat fell.

“Tch.” He clicks his tongue, “You're goin' to make me work for it” He grumbled as he sat up, pushing you onto the bed before getting up behind you. He got you on all fours, and you wriggled slightly as he held your thighs together. Stroking your hips, he slowly slid his lubricated cock between your plush thighs. The head nudged your clit, making you bite your lip as a pleasant shudder coursed through you.

“Pretty boy, you're going to fuck my thighs now but you only get to cum when I allow you to.” You state in advance, making your rule for today clear to him.

“Fine.” He grumbles, already grumpy that he has to put in all the work himself- even more crankily now that he's not allowed to cum without your permission.

As his cock slips forward again, you stroke the tip with your hand. Running your fingers teasingly over the bulbous head, you gave it a small tug before he pulled his hips back.

“Mmm… Yeah. ‘at feels good” Belphegor sighs, lazily thrusting his cock between your soft thighs. He slowly pushed forth his hips, letting you run your thumb over the mushrooms-lile tip of his cock before he pulled it back again.

“Such a good boy for me~” You coo at him, continuing to rub his pretty and flushed tip while his fingers clutch your waist.

‘Well that's not good’ Belphegor thinks to himself, gritting his teeth as he tries not to cum. Your praise and consistent rubbing wasn't helping his case much, and he felt ready to bust a nut right now.

“I wanna cum” He whispers in your ear, his warm breath brushing against your earlobe. Continuing to stroke his cock, you dismissed him with a simple “Not yet.” without even considering it.

“Please” He tries to beg, his knees feeling weaker now that he feels so close to the edge. His cock's tip continued to nudge your clit as it slid between your pretty thighs and pussy.

“Not yet, Belphie.” You didn't allow him.

“‘m gonna cum if y’ keep teasin” he rasps out, struggling to contain himself as you so sweetly stimulate him. How could he not cum when your thighs had his cock nudged between them so perfectly?

“Oh. Not a problem. Get me my dildo” you stop stroking him. instead of continuing to please him, you're now ordering him to go fetch one of your toys.

“Y’ can't be serious” he grunts, clenching his teeth in frustration. You're being mean on purpose. You were going to be mean and deny him all night long probably! Nonetheless, he lets go of your waist and goes to fetch one of your toys from a drawer.

He brings back one of your favorite silicone dildos, Giving you his usual resting bitch face as he hands it to you, “Here.”

But you push it back towards him, “Get it wet for me, Belphegor.” You order him while bringing your dildo up to his lips, nudging the tip of it against them. Again, he obeyed and did as you said. His lips parted, and he let you push the toy into his mouth.

“Get it all nice and wet” You coo as you grin at him. He quietly sat back onto the bed as you began to slowly thrust your dildo into his mouth. Pushing it in, you watch as his lips form a perfect “O” shape around the silicone. A small bit of drool slipped down his chin, but you didn’t mind the mess he was making as he sloppily sucked on your toy cock.

“That’s a good boy…” praising him, you pushed the toy further into his mouth until he visibly gagged, his eyes getting teary.

“Guh…glug….guh..”

Belphegor choked on your dildo as it slightly bulged in his throat. You continued to roughly fuck his throat. His jaw was beginning to ache. Still, he didn’t do anything to stop you as you continued to abuse his mouth. He looked so fucking hot! The lust mark on your abdomen was beginning to burn with desire. That familiar need which you couldn't resist was rising in your abdomen, and your pussy was getting wetter by the second as you watched Belphegor sloppily suck on your toy.

Your fingers reach down to feel your wetness, your pussy coating your fingers in slick juices as soon as they make contact with your entrance. You were soaked.

“I think it’s wet enough now”

Whispering to yourself, you pulled your dildo out of Belphegor’s mouth. And got comfortable on his bed. you leaned against his soft cushions before spreading your legs in front of him as he heaved for air. He panted, almost like a dog as he heaved for breath after you had all of your dildo shoved down his throat.

“Come here, Belphie.”

He turns towards you, gulping down his saliva as his eyes fixate on your wet pussy.

“Here”

You hand him your dildo, expecting him to know what to do without having to elaborate further. After all, All of the nights you've spent together must have taught him what to do.

He looked down at your pussy again before taking the dildo into his hand, sitting down on his knees in front of you so that he could get a perfect view of your exposed parts.

Belphegor brought the dildo to your vulva, slowly rubbing the dildo against it and lubricating it further with your juices. He nudged the tip against your entrance, teasing your wet hole with it until he finally slid it in. Inch by inch, it slowly sank into your warm pussy.

“Don’t just push it in, I also want to feel your tongue” Reaching forward, you pushed his head down against your pussy, and Belphegor eagerly lapped at your clit.

He thrust the dildo inside of you, continuing to pump it in and out even as his tongue rubbed and circled your little bundle of nerves.

“Mmm… Just like that” You purred as you melted against the cushion underneath you. Your fingers tangle into his dark hair, and you grip it firmly as he gives you head.

Squelch…Squelch…Squelch.

Wet noises filled the room while Belphegor fucked you with your dildo and teasingly licked your clitoris. Your whole body was tingling as the warmth from his tongue made your lower half burn pleasantly. You got to feel all of the toy pump in and out of you, pressing against all of the spots that made your vision go blank, And the knot in your abdomen was rapidly tightening.

Your body shuddered as Belphegor sucked on your clit, And he looked up to take a glance at your beautiful flushed face. You looked close to orgasm, so he sped up the pace at which he as fucking your dildo into you.

“So pretty ‘n sweet’ f’ me”

Belphegor mumbles against your core, his eyes glazing over with desire and need as he focuses his attention solely on pleasing you. His dick ached uncontrollably, the neglected tip leaking precum as he ate you out. While you were busy grinding your pussy up against his face, He wanted to replace your dildo with his own cock. Hell, he'd even shove his cock right next to your dildo. Point was, he wanted to fuck you so bad, his hard dick was hurting. Yet, here you were still bossing him around, while looking unbothered by how hard he was as you made him fuck that silly toy into you.

“Don’t look so frustrated, Belphie.” You purred sweetly, looking down at him as you continued getting your pussy fucked. “Maybe your turn will come later?” You said out loud, making your words sound more like a question than a promise to him.

“Sayin’ “Maybe” Isn’t convincin’.” Belphegor huffs out, “Maybe you’ll change your mind later ‘n leave me all pent up ‘n frustrated.” He points out, looking a bit grumpy.

“Maybe.” You teased, “We’ll see what happens. You will be good for now, alright?”

“ Ight…” He relents, And there you go again, managing to pacify him despite his sexual frustration.

.

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One, two, three, he’s managed to get you to three orgasms so far, and he’s working you up to your fourth. Your orgasms equaled the same amount of hours you spent cleaning his messy room.

So, to say that he’s pent up now is an understatement. He’s starting to even doubt that he’ll get to cum from you, and not his dumb fleshlight later.

It’s about 11 pm now, and you switched the lights to his room on long time ago.

“That’s enough…” You tell him quietly, feeling your legs grow a bit jelly-like after everything. “Y’ don’ look like you’re satisfied with me yet” Belphegor points out loud, voicing his thoughts clearly.

“Of course I’m not satisfied yet. I have a lot more planned for you.”

Uh-oh.

Usually when you said that you would pull a wild card on him. Considering how things were going all night, he’s sure you’re gonna make him do even more work now.

“What do ya have planned?”

“Stand up, and give me the lube again.”

He does as he's told quietly, his keen eyes watching as you took the bottle then stroked his aching cock.

‘Dammit.’ He grits his teeth, body stiffening as he curses quietly. His dick was too sensitive after all of your neglect to be touched like that all at once. You dripped the cool lube onto the tip, and jerked him off. Pumping the base of his cock faster, and squeezing the tip slower. If he didn’t bust a nut in an embarrassing amount of seconds right now then he’ll praise himself plenty for it later.

His train of thoughts pauses when he notices you're positioning the tip of his cock right at your entrance, next to the dildo. You urge Belphegor to slowly push himself into you after you lubed up and stroked his hard dick.

“Fuck…” You mumble slowly, inhaling as Belphegor’s cock stretches your pussy even further. Having one big cock in you was a lot- but two? If your pussy wasn’t drenched already then she was completely DROWNING right now. The size queen in you literally screamed in delight at the feeling of two cocks inside of you- It didn’t matter if the second one was a toy.

“...shit” Belphegor rasps as he completely bottoms out inside of your pussy. It was so warm, and his cock was getting the cum squeezed out of it with every inch which he pushed into you.

“Wanna know what will make this even better?” You suddenly piped up, asking him cheekily as you grinned to yourself.

“What?” He asks, his eyes focussing on where your hand was reaching down to fiddle with the bottom of the dildo.

“Vrrrrrrrrrr……”

A vibrating sensation made his cock pulse almost as quickly as the noises filled the room.

“Shit… y’ didn’t tell me it was a vibratin’ one” Belphegor groans, slowly pulling out of you before slamming right back in. He continues gripping your hips and pulling you back into him as he thrust forward. His pace was getting sloppy and he was beginning to lose rhythm.

“Don’t cum yet. You’re not allowed to.” You reminded him, noting the usual patterns of his behavior before he cums.

You wanted to tease him more- torment him for a bit longer since you were enjoying yourself so much. The lust mark on your abdomen egged you on, and your stamina wouldn’t die down as fast as a regular person’s would.

Your new plan is thaat you were going to let him cum- remind him he wasn’t allowed to, but not do anything to stop him from doing it. After he disobeyes your orders you would have to punish him! A perfect idea which turns you on so much.

Belphegor kept thrusting inside of you- disregarding your reminder of your earlier order, until he finally came inside of you, filling up your cock-stuffed pussy with his cum. His dick felt so sensitive after that, and the feeling of having it inside of your gummy walls together with the vibrating dildo was too much. He slowly pulled out of you right after he ejaculated.

He flopped onto the bed next to you. His chest heaved, and he panted for air as his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. That was hot- too hot even.

His brain was too fogged up, and he was still relishing as he laid down- the post nut clarity nowhere to be seen yet. He didn’t feel it too much when you grabbed his chest, squishing his pecs under your palms, and flicking his hardened nipples. Belphegor finally regains some of his clarity when he feels your tongue lap at his chest- wet and hot. He bit back a low moan that would escape him, and his face flushed into a deep red.

“Hey… I’m still sensitive” He grumbles out. Your pretty boy quivered as you squished his chest, and licked his nipples. You had an awful amount of energy tonight, and he didn’t know how you were starting to match his demon stamina. But, It all made sense when he glanced down at your body and noticed the shining mark on your abdomen, placed right above your hip.

‘Asmodeus..’ He thought to himself, mentally cursing out the king of lust, yet thanking him for your increase of stamina at the same time.

Belphegor wasn’t too concerned about you getting on top of him, sliding his cock back into you again. This time you got into the cowgirl position, and he would sure as hell enjoy being your power bottom while you’re riding him.

“Oh, Clean this up for me Belphie”

Pushing the tip of your dildo against his lips again, he stared at the used object with some disdain as you were making him suck on it for the second time tonight. At least this time it smelled like you, and your slick juices on it still glistened as he licked the base, rolling his tongue around it before you pushed it further into his mouth.

“Mmm…mm” Belphegor moaned, the stifled sound slipping out muffled as you made him suck on your dildo.

He’d be damned to admit it, but having you ride him while he licked your juices clean off of the toy HE fucked you with was making him feel hot all-over again. Something about your more dominant side turned him on immensely, and he’d fuck his dick a hundred times more into you tonight- even if it was together with your toy again.

Maybe he should be grateful Asmodeus put a lust mark on you and made you such a nymph after all…

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[etheries1015]

HC Andrealphus likes a louder sillier s/o, he's comforted knowing you're there, and the sound of you being joyfully and proudly yourself is a comfort that you exist, you're alive, and by his side. But that also means when it gets a little too quiet, he's panicking, wondering what's wrong. He knows when you are in his presence, yes, but it's also worrying to him and he thinks something is wrong when you aren't talking his ear off about anything and everything. He loves the way you talk to him about seemingly the most mundane of things, up to the weirdest of things. Your stories never disappoint this devil, one of the many things that draw him to your flamboyance.

Thus- words of affirmation. He loves being told about how much you love him, and your mood. When you are sleeping together, he needs to be reassured he's doing a good job by your verbal praises and sweet moans blessing his ears.

Also loves a S/O who is big on physical touch. Mainly letting HIM touch YOU first. If you touch him he prefers you let him know beforehand where you're placing yourself so he doesn't accidentally let his reflexes take over and hurt you! But, sometimes he finds it cute when you try to sneak up on him. He always has the upper hand, and he's always aware of his surroundings...but sometimes he will let you win, feigning surprise just to appease you <3

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . i tried to do something here, i swear. drabble inspired by @etheries1015 's idea. special thanks to my dear @livelaughlovesubs for proofreading and helping me with this one, ily (🥹🫶✨). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 878 words, angsty themes, reader is sad bc they feel objectified by the demons.

“why...?”

that was the question that lingered in your head the most. stuck in a sea of misery and hardship that only you could freely navigate and easily drown in.

there was no other way to share the pain of your most incessant storms of thoughts, not when no one there present seemed to care about your mental well-being.

of course, they cared about you, or that's what you wanted to conclude from times when they truthfully helped you. from the moment satan decided to take you to hell to bring minhyeok back, through the various moments in which you needed the different essences of demons and humans to survive, to when your life seemed to be in danger and they were there to rescue or save you… it was all certainly nice, feeling loved on those occasions.

however, all those memories only led to the same point, making you feel like nothing was right that morning. has it ever even been?

they could sing to the winds and swear to hell that they appreciated you, they loved you, that you were the most important person to them. yet, why didn't anyone seem to care about you?

firstly, the elephant in the room, you were the only living descendant of the much acclaimed and beloved –plus dead– solomon. a man who seemed to leave such a great mark on both hell and heaven. your ancestry unknowingly condemned you to a life of pain, unbridled lust, and way more.

someone who said that he saw you as his own child, but that he never seemed to be there for you or understand you in the face of your deepest sorrows.

and, then there was what certainly shrank your heart the most, took the air from your lungs, and made you a mere vessel of what you once could be.

“aren’t i worth more than my body? do they just see me as a sex toy? a pretty face and body to own and use as they please?”

you wanted and implored that the answer to all of that was no, that they didn't see you as such. but how could you convince yourself of that if they only seemed to mind about your physical appearance? they were indeed interested in your personality, especially when you showed one of their sins in front of them, and yet no one seemed to know your favorite color, food, music, or animal.

questions that if strangers in the human world had asked you’d have been somewhat uncomfortable. after all, who asks those nowadays?

and, here you were now, wishing that one of the many demons there would take even the slightest curiosity in you to ask such things. 

“was it so difficult to ask about your favorite weather? what is your favorite type of tea? what is your favorite book? what is your favorite dessert?”

“was it so difficult to feel any interest in your damn tastes?”

there was a time when anger resided like a parasite in your hot veins for every time those thoughts plagued your mind. an arduous sensation that made you want to harm those who unconsciously hurt you so much in the same way.

but, that was already something in the past. now you could only completely shut up and look at the ground. anger is replaced by sadness, deep, drowning sadness. long nights in tears and full days in pain. but, no one seemed to notice, and if they did they didn't even ask about it. 

“would it cost that much to care?”

it was a slow realization process. a clear decomposition of your spirits, your feelings, of you as a being. you didn't even know if you really cared about saving this already damned place, or if you even wanted to go home... home. your home...

and so a single tear fell from your eye, one that you didn't think even thought existed in your weakened body.

minhyeok... would he still be waiting for you? would he even be alive once you got back? would he welcome you with a plate of your favorite food? a bouquet? a hug…?

the only one who understood and knew you. how would he react if he saw you like this? he would surely care for you like a mama bear. taking your temperature, cooking and feeding you, telling you how silly yet precious you are, giving you all that love that you crave so much.

a smile, a weak smile on your lips appeared at the memories of your best friend. how much you missed him day after day, longing to return to the home that was his arms. the warmth that only he knew how to bring to everything around him, including you. the thousand and one apologies he deserved from you.

so much, and for nothing, because you were still there among demons until everything was over... and, that was if they later deigned to let you go, something that you were not even sure was possible. 

you doubted that after all that chaos they’d let you leave their side. knowing them, they would even lock you up if that kept you close to them. just a mere creature trapped in the vile clutches of thirsty beasts.

[livelaughlovesubs]

not a request just me letting my freak out yet again

Dude spooning Satan, Foras or anyone else with backwards facing horns, locking them in place with one arm and edging them exclusively through horn play with the other until he cries. Perhaps even a little sucking and biting them idk

YOU ARE FUCKING GENIUS I HAVE TO ANSWER THIS

Dom!reader & NSFW warning!!! And it’s short

Just imagine him clenching the blanket with both hands, squeezing it in front of their chest, biting a small corner of it to muffle his moans, all while you are teasing him from behind. Legs intertwined with his, one arm wrapped around them in a secure grasp. The other one? Slowly, sensually stroking his sensitive horn. So painfully slow, sand with such a firm grip, it made his horn leak those weird sticky liquids. All the way to his hair, and onto your hand.

It made your movements smoother, and you eventually speed up, earning yourself a cry from the devil. Such a high-pitched, needy voice as he whimpered, pleading quietly, “ahh, hnnggHh!! F-faster, y/n- fucking hell, please, go faster, rougher, I- urghh!p~ need more ♡♡♥︎”

“Don’t be so impatient”, you’d tell him, chuckling as you kissed the back of his neck. You didn’t limit yourself to one area though, because you’d also move up to his ears and chin, or down to his shoulder blades. Sucking and licking his skin, leaving behind hickeys in your wake.

Don’t you know what you are doing to him? He’s melting in your hands, turning into a mushy and dumb little thing, gasping out your name like a desperate prayer. But can you blame him? You’ve been doing this for hours~! His sharp teeth are piercing holes into the poor, silk blanket. Not to mention how he’s drooling. Such a messy, messy boy. And your statement got proven right when you noticed the huge wet spot on his pants, and the twitching bulge between his legs.

Now, let’s see how long until he truly breaks down and begs to cum ♥︎

[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

[r0-boat]

OmG thanks so much for all the delicious stuff you wrote ❤️❤️❤️ Wonder if you can write sth about somnophilia, like one night the WHB kings are horny and their s.o is deep in sleep 👀

Again thank you for the smut, I re-read it multiple times already 😋

Sure! Thank you so much for liking my writing! I really like writing for these demons.

Whb Kings Somnophila

Cw: dubcon (s/o is asleep and does not say yes or no to advances.)

the kings are horny, but s/o is sleeping deeply.

Nsfw

Satan

His cock is throbbing in his pants; He wants you so bad but he can't bring himself to wake you up. You look so peaceful, so cute. He's utterly entrenched by your deep slumber your chest going up and down peacefully. So peaceful. His hand drifts toward his cock pulsating against the fabric of his jeans. He doesn't take them off rather slip his hand past the fabric and palm his legs. He shutters at how wrong this feels, but he doesn't care.

He gets in bed with you. His pants are long gone. He brings you against his chest. You're cute flesh thighs pressing against his length. It's not your hole, but it will do for now. Satan knows he if were to wake you, his subordinates would skin him alive, and anyone would kill him to be in his position. Your thighs feel amazing pressed against his cock heal. Remember that the next time when annoying ass Levi or Mammon start bragging about you.

Mammon

He wants to you to lay on top of him; ever since the first meeting were, you slept so peacefully on his chest; he is so desperate for that to happen again. You were so cute, small, and helpless, And he liked it when you used him as a bed. Mammon takes it upon himself to put himself in between the mattress and your body. Where he belongs, underneath you. You stured a little bit in his arms, but once you rested on his chest, he snuggled right into him. Perhaps he liked this a little too much; He smiled from his eyes cock starting to bulge in his pants. Shameless mammon sliding off his pants as he strokes his throbbing length, His other fingers playing with you till you're wet enough for him to slide inside. With your warmth around him and you sleeping peacefully, he was at peace. His dick throbbing inside you has he puts his hand in your hair petting you gently.

Leviathan

After your first unpeaceful day in Hades after being kidnapped You must have felt exhausted. You absolutely refused to sleep in Levi. Ungrateful human! He offered the most secure and comfy place in the castle and you refuse to sleep on the couch?!

Curled up on the couch, You tried to retain warmth. Levi sighs. He didn't want to leave you here; he picked you up into his arms, moving you to a guest room instead. He was glad he saw you before anyone else could. His heart fluttered, knowing he was the only one to see you so sleepy and cute. You are so bratty and mean before, And now look at you. His eyes soften does he brushes your hair out of your face but this fingers tucking it behind your ear. He felt heat going to his cock. Fuck... You look so irresistible. Jealousy begins to bubble, other demons had to see you like this. Jealousy mixes with lust has Levi slips his cock out of his pants He can't help it He wants you so bad and he keeps thinking about the way your hands went around his neck. What have you done to him??

Beelzebub

He spreads your sleepy legs apart. He had been so hungry all day thinking about you for a quick meal but now that I found you sleeping so cute and peacefully. He couldn't help but dive his face in between your legs. Doing consciously grind your hips into his face, He eagerly laps at you deeper.. when you finally begin to wake up you clench around his tongue. Your thighs pressed against your head as your eyes fluttered open to meet wild pools of gold. Beel moans against you. As much as he likes your thighs squeezing his head, he pushes you open so he can have his fingers work you. He wants more when he notices you sleepily staring at him. He smirks. "Good morning, sleeping beauty."

Lucifer

He is pleased to know that you are safe enough with him to fall asleep in his own bed. Though he is a little guilty that You had to wait until you fell asleep in his sheets. He can't help but feel a sense of pride having Solomon's progeny, curious little child of man, in bed, knowing they are so sought after. Another part of him is curious. He had never seen a human sleep so closely. He hopes you don't mind as he lays beside you. As soon as he got beneath the sheets with you, he was getting to move, pressing your ass right up against his crotch instinctively; he wrapped his arms around you, and your back pressed against his chest. Apparently, this is a human sleeping ritual called 'spooning.' The act is innocent but feels inherently sexual since you can feel the curve of your ass pressed against his bulging cock. His breath shakes with his head buried into your hair, inhaling your scent. You can't help but fuck his hips, but not enough to wake you. He wants this moment to last for a little longer.

[d34dlysinner]

This is just a funny thought I had, but have ya ever done that school prank where ya jab two fingers into someone's waist/sides from behind?my school called it Taser

Some of the whb guys (Marbas) just have their waists out and vulnerable. Imagine just jabbing their waists and trying to run away afterwards, some of them probably laugh while others squeak. I just remembered being the target of this often cause I didn't really react lol.

okay this is a funny thought will mention some of the boys in here (the kings and right hands and some extra boys)

Satan felt two little fingers jab into his waist and turned around thinking that someone was challenging him in a disrespectful way. It was only till he saw that it was you that he calmed down and sighed. He gave you a warm smile and asked what your goals were by poking him like that. He didn't mind the reason eventually mostly because it was you. He did the same later during the day when you were off guard. Laughing when you were shocked. Sitri jumped a little before putting his teacup down. "MC... I'm happy you'd think it's funny to partake in these activities, but maybe you've interacted with Leraye too much?", is all he would say before giving you a small smile. "Though I wouldn't mind you touching me again." Mammon didn't even feel you jab into his waist. He only noticed that you were there, because he heard someone wincing in pain. Concerned he asked you what happened only to laugh at how you injured yourself. "If you want attention you can always demand my time.", he says before carrying you around Tartaros yet again. Bimet flinched a little but looked back at you with the most sarcastic face he could pull off. "If you have time poking people you should have time managing your bank account.", he says as he believes that you can always better spend your time earning money. He will sigh and pat your head after he noticed that your mood was low after he gave you a lecture. Valefor would smile and pat your head before asking your plans for the day. Maybe you'd want to spend it with him since you're here already? Leviathan he flinched and gave you a nasty look. "Why did you do that?", he would ask as he becomes sceptical to your reasoning for poking him. "You shouldn't do that when I'm working at least." He says before he walks off. At least he wouldn't hang you for something like that. Glasyalabolas ignored you. He just walked off and later, he would return to you to do the same to you... when you're taking a nap. Foras turned around and gave you a smile saying he didn't mind the poke. Later during the entire day you would feel random pokes of him. And you know it's him because it's always when you're alone and you feel someone poking you but you see no one. "There's no fun in it if you can see me."

Beelzebub instantly returned the gesture and made it a habit. Have fun with him poking you every time he visits you. Bael was too busy to care at the moment. Later on, when he's taking a break, will he ask you why you would poke him. Amon woke up from his usual nap and dragged you into his arms. He would poke you once before napping with you in his arms. Stolas yelped and turned around with a light blush on his face. He was about to point his gun and hurl insults your way until he realized that it was you. "Don't ever do that again.", is all he said before giving you a light huff and walking away. Lucifer stared at you with a blank expression as you stood there expecting a bit more from him. You didn't get a reaction out of him but definitely got one from the snake on his jacket. "Sorry", you whisper to the snake as you awkwardly excused yourself. Marbas noticed you poking him but didn't say anything apart from "I'm busy right now." Plus he is tied up. he wouldn't be able to do a lot to you to begin with. Gamigin jumped and his chimes were making a lot of noise. "MC! You scared me for a second...", he said before giving you a smile. He gave you a poke afterward. Morax would see you approach him. He would question what you were doing. He saw some hesitation in your actions and asked what was troubling you. When you explained that you wanted to poke him he understood your hesitation. "A little poke wouldn't hurt me if you're worrying about that.", he said as he gave you a little smile. Belphegor continued sleeping. You knew you wouldn't get a reaction out of him unless you do it constantly for a few minutes. He would warn you once. If you do it again he would send you back to Gehenna. Beleth would smile and most likely would flirt with you. Just for entertainment but if the flirting leads to something else (something more steamy) then he wouldn't mind it. Andrealphus gave you a smile before holding your hands. "Instead of poking me you could hold my hand like this. That way I can also know that it's you."

[idliketobeatree]

Here is one of the best friends he's made in what seems like forever; she's so open and sweet, beautiful and brilliant. It was inevitable, he thinks, that Niko Sasaki would effortlessly endear herself to Charles like a lost younger sister.

(And that is another story entirely, but not one for Edwin to tell.)

He finds it contradistinctive, Niko Sasaki becoming a new source and the easiest target of Charles' spontaneous, affectionate smiles — different than watching him stumble around Crystal. It's well-nigh surprising just how secure Edwin feels, observing their budding friendship, the phantom echo of it spreading around his chest like a slow warmth from a hearth. He harbours no jealousy or hurt at the frequency with which their more private conversations take place. He does not mind the way Niko wraps her hand around Charles' arm as they walk, not one bit, when his best friend's sole attention is focused on her excited chatter. He can thoroughly relate, after all.

As a matter of fact, Edwin suspects that the only thing he'll have to worry about is stifling an inelegant snort when they're all descending a hill in the middle of a legwork-heavy case and Charles picks Niko up for an impromptu piggyback ride.

"No no no no, put me down!", her voice carries over their heads, but Niko's shrieking protest dies in her throat just as quickly as it came to life, turning into an appreciative whistle at the view. In front of them, Crystal turns on her heel and raises her eyebrows in amusement.

"You're that desperate to be the last at home?"

"Please, we'll be there faster than you lot. Right, Niko?" Charles, ever the multitasker, uses his shrug to adjust the grip on Niko's swaying legs. "Edwin?"

He dares to look in their direction, dreading... precisely double the amount of puppy eyes sent his way. His lips twitch in a helpless smile.

"I must agree. The Charles Express is quite a commendable machine. I would not underestimate it, Crystal."

Charles barks out a laugh. Whatever expression Niko must've had on her face breaks through Crystal's composure; she, too, cracks up, a spring in her step as she turns to walk forward again.

"Can barely feel her, can't I? Lighter than my backpack," Charles says, matter-of-factly.

"It's not a race."

"It could be a race."

"I'm not going to race you down the hill in these platforms, be serious—"

"That doesn't sound like a definite no," Niko pipes in.

"Take them off, then," offers Charles.

Edwin glances up at the orange sun set against the milky autumn sky, to his left; the brightest thing on the horizon. He hears her gasps of delight at Charles' cheeky step through the trunk in their way. Something inside him has been shifting and smoothing out for quite a while. Edwin doesn't know how long it will last or what the destination will be. All he knows is that the slope hits his feet once or twice at most.

One afternoon she invites them to watch Scooby Doo together. It's the first time they've gathered as a trio, and Edwin immediately understands why this hasn't happened before when Niko unlocks the door to her room. The bed they usually end up on is narrow to say the least, why hadn't he noticed that before, but it seems too late to make a flimsy excuse and eloign himself from the picture. They were long overdue.

Charles, who looks about ready to turn into an orb of post-case tension, has no qualms about using the threshold for a shimmering quick wardrobe change. He appears right at home, comfortable, downright domestic, in socks, trousers and a polo shirt, sliding his suspenders down and trailing after Niko who heads for the coat hanger.

What Edwin doesn't expect, apart from the rather tight fit for three people - or rather two ghost boys and one living girl - is Niko giving him a knowing look over Charles' head as he unceremoniously flops down on the bed. His groan, which prompts Niko to pat him sympathetically on said head, makes Edwin snap his open mouth shut, suddenly flustered.

He waits politely, pulling down his knitted vest and admiring the decorative sequins sewn onto a flowery cushion, deliberately not looking at the long line of Charles sprawled on the neatly tucked in duvet. He half-listens to Niko as she chatters on, something about needing to show them the more modern rendition of their Mystery Inc. detectives, grabbing her laptop from the desk and sitting down in the very middle, hip-checking Charles' side. Charles sluggishly lifts himself and rolls onto his back, pushing himself up, shoulders halfway up the headboard, neck supported by a plush pillow, hands folded across his chest and long, long legs crossed at the ankles. He must have done this several times now, Edwin's lungs remind him before tightening into knots. The mattress barely dips when he gingerly sits down and settles, too. His back remains straight, and he is barely brushing her arm when she announces out of the blue, "I forgot my snacks. Give me a moment," climbing off the bed and leaving them in — on Edwin's side — suddenly charged, tense silence.

It feels different, of course it does, and Edwin feels guilty that his carefully tucked away thoughts are knocking on the doors of his consciousness when they're in Niko's room, for God's sake. Edwin tries to subtly move away from the overwhelmingly horizontal line of Charles' body. Right now, sitting cross-legged, Edwin's knees are barely touching him, and he bumps his knee against Charles' arm twice before stilling. He doesn't want to hunch down; never again. He stays put.

The sensation of Charles' bony elbow is like the flash of a sharp smile. The room fills with a low hum, something musical and... campy that Niko must have shown Charles on one of those afternoons. With his eyes closed, Edwin compartmentalises the points of sharp heat.

Much, much later, Charles jogs up to the beach where Niko and Edwin are watching the starfish. "What're you doing?", he asks curiously, just when Edwin finishes talking about their lack of a centralised brain.

He hears the shift in Charles' posture more than his opening to say something mouth, and a second of hesitation before it closes again.

He wonders if Charles has noticed their colours.

Niko sends Charles a lingering smile. Her eyes crinkle with mirth. "Luckily, love requires no logic", she says cryptically. They don't notice, crouching down as they are, but his head tilts synonymously with Niko's and Edwin's.

When he dares to peek at Niko, he finds her eyes locked with Charles', with an expression that Edwin knows she must have learned recently, but is not sure when exactly. It says something like, go on. Be brave.

He swallows and clenches his fingers around the red, red sea glass in his coat pocket.

[envyland]

My babygirl my An𝖌𝖊𝖑....lucifer🎠⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

But he is my Big daddy owo daddy's home🎠he is my #1★

My snow unicorn

Make that heart red:))🧠🫀🦷𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚₊

˚ʚ ཐི♡ཋྀ₊˚✧ song: heavenly - cigarettes after sex

Please repost my post?♡𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

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[justaz]

s1ep13 merlin, believing he will be dead by morning, goes to say goodbye to arthur and he leans against the door of arthur’s chambers and watches the glow of the fire light his skin golden, full of color and life that it had been sorely lacking while the prince was injured. he stares at the softness of arthur’s features and pressed the line of his profile into memory for while he passes he will wish for nothing more than to see arthur one last time, his smile and blue eyes one last comfort before he passes on to the otherworld. arthur turns to stare at him and frowns at whatever expression merlin is making. the prince kicks a weak foot out at the chair next to him and motions for merlin to join him. merlin slowly shuffles over but ignores the chair completely. he stops in front of arthur who watches him with wary confusion. the tug of his lips and the furrow of his brow sickeningly endearing and merlin allows himself to be selfish and leans down to press his lips to arthur’s.

the prince is sat frozen under merlin’s touch but he can’t find himself to care much about that, not when he finally knows what it feels like to kiss arthur. he hopes that will be his last sensation before the ever consuming nothing, he hopes he will close his eyes one last time only to find arthur grinning at him and calling him an idiot before leading him into paradise where he can watch arthur smile, hear him laugh, and feel his touch for all eternity. he pulls away and leaves before arthur can gather himself to form a response, dropping the letter explaining everything on the table as he passes. so he allows himself to be selfish twice - to take from arthur and to give, to let himself know what is feels to kiss the man, to embrace his feelings for him, and to have the man know him for who he truly is. he wishes to pass peacefully with no regrets. somehow that revolves entirely around arthur.

only…he survives the whole ordeal and yeah has a gnarly scar on his chest but is otherwise fit to return to his duties. which include taking care of the prince. of arthur. who he kissed. and who most definitely know about his magic by now. yeesh.

[jazeswhbhaven]

I couldn't help myself I wanted to write something about this....(credit to @bakdbfi for the screenshot)

(soft, vanilla, passionate sex, serious!Asmodeus, GN!Reader)

When you arrived at the designated cabin in the dense forest and mountains on Earth, the snow quietly falling, the chill air nipping at your nose...you had no idea what Asmodeus was thinking inviting you so suddenly.

Stepping into the cabin, it's warm, the scent of smoky wood and cinnamon greeting you like a blanket of comfort. Your mind was set at ease, despite the location being in the middle of nowhere and the usual antics of the devil you met in Hell. What could he really be planning?

As you take off your boots you see a trail of rose petals on the floor, leading you to the back of the cabin where you're certain the bedroom is located. This seems...out of character for him, right? You're normally met with the usual in your face, cock out, flirty intensity where you swear he was in heat by the way he drooled at the sight of you.

Not tonight. In fact, he was nowhere to be seen. You weren't sure if you should be worried, but you walk the path set before you. When you reach the bedroom it's even more cozy than the living room. Warm lights, a thick and fluffy bed with plenty of pillows and blankets, a small fireplace with the sounds of crackling and pops of burning wood. The window though covered with sheer curtains, giving you a romantic view of the snow covered pines. It was perfect in every sense of the word and your comfort levels were more than relaxed.

"I can tell by your body language, that you love it."

Large, soft hands reach over your shoulders and down your collarbones as Asmodeus whispers tenderly in your ear.

"I said I'd make this a wonderful memory, though I'm sorry I couldn't give the full experience of putting the little ones to bed."

Your first reaction is soft laughter, realizing that his text to you on Christmas was serious now that the two of you were here. This was the only time he could get you alone and away from the other Kings, but you assumed it was just another quick dick appointment.

However, right now he wasn't laughing with you, or saying his usual overly sexual comments that made you cringe. In fact, he was peppering kisses on your neck, gently massaging your chest and tugging at your sweater.

"Get in the bed, please?"

It shouldn't have made you shiver, but it did. While it was a request, the hint of controlled restraint in his voice had you realize he was struggling to be patient in your presence. If he could do that, then it must meant this was serious. You couldn't help but oblige. Though, you didn't have to be told to remove your clothing because you knew what was going to happen in this room. He made that abundantly clear.

You crawl into the thick blankets, soft to the touch and luxurious in quality. Everything is off your body, well aside from your underwear. Asmodeus smiles, crawling after you and picking up your leg to kiss your ankle up to your calf. As he holds your foot against his cheek he looks at you lovingly, taking in the sight of you before he speaks again.

"I said I was going to make love to you, and I mean it..."

Your breath hitches as he pulls you forward, one leg propped up as he easily slides off the only garment left. He groans softly when he sees how ready you are, your sensitive parts swollen, glistening with arousal that had been building since he started kissing your neck.

He taps your hips, giving you the signal to flip over on your stomach. The moment you do, he bends down, his tongue sliding over your hole as he eats you out from the back. You arch your hips, the sudden sensation driving you wild. Between the flicks and kisses of his lips and tongue you're already a mess of pleasure and he keeps at it for a few moments, until he changes your position again.

You're on your back again, legs spread as he goes back down to continue running his tongue against your parts like he was starving. You could feel just how wet and slick his lips were, how his tongue dipped in and out of you as you try not to clench so early or it would send you past your peak. But he doesn't care, repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over until you come, the first of many the night would bring.

He changes your position once again, not done with you just yet. having your back rest against his chest, your head titled up to meet his gaze as he leans down to capture your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. In the meanwhile, his long and slender fingers plunge into your quivering hole, pumping and curved against that sweet spot deep inside that he knew so well. He was slow, intentional and considerate, speeding up when you whimpered, slowing down when you were more focused on intertwining your tongue with his. He didn't stop until you gasped, moaning into his mouth to indicate another orgasm.

"I think you're ready for me, my love..."

With a soft smile and kiss on your forehead, he pushes you down face forward on the comforter, the part that wasn't covered in your fluids. He carefully brings up your hips, pressing the tip of his cock at your entrance as you wiggle against him to wordlessly beg for it. He gives you a playfully smack on the thigh, sliding into you, making sure every inch is felt.

His thrusts aren't like how they usual are, each stroke deep, with care his hips rolling and grinding like a sensual dance. There was even a point where he leaned over to kiss your back as he pressed further and stayed there just for a moment. You wish he'd stayed there forever as you cockwarmed him but he moves again which has you whimpering and moaning back to back.

"I want to see your face..."

The position changes again, both of your legs pressed back and your hips spread. All the time you'd hear about the "mating press" position and Asmodeus took this to heart. As he locked eyes with you, you swore he was thrusting into you so deeply that your insides were being rearranged. He'd lean down to take your lips again, the same deep-seated strokes that brought you to climax more times you could count.

It was like this all night, each position he'd switch you to was close, your body never leaving the comfort of his own if he could help it. There was a point when you were on your stomach again, but both of your arms were pinned against your back as he went wild, losing himself in the moment. The amount of times he had came were irrelevant to you because you were too drunk in your own ecstasy to notice.

It was only until the sun was shining through the window, your face against his chest as the two of you slept did you realize the night was over. You don't move, but your eyes look up at your lover surprised to see that he was asleep and not awake. He was mumbling in his sleep pulling you closer to him with no intent of letting go. And you had no intention of getting up either, your body and your energy spent with the lingering soreness of making love for hours. You didn't know how long he'd keep this up, but the change of pace made your heart full. Maybe, just maybe, you could do this forever.

[omkookie]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, Amy gives his lady oral to prep her.

Amy Spreads your legs over his head and dives right into eating you out. He slurps on your juices, spits on your clit, and flicks your small nub. His tongue glides through your vulva and he sucks on your labia.

Amy lets out small grunts as he tastes your sweetness on his tongue. His cheeks flush into a light red hue, a small blush adorning them cutely.

“Mmm….”

He hums as he laps your juices up, dipping his tongue into your wet pussy again.

“Is this good?” he asks, looking up at you as his lips glisten with your juices.

“It's good… you're doing good Amy~”

He nods, growing more confident as he feels his ego inflate. He was doing a good job, and you were enjoying it! Haha! It made him feel good about himself.

Your juices drip onto the mattress beneath you, slightly wetting the soft fabric of the bed underneath you. Your thighs quiver as Amy keeps on working you to an orgasm. His tongue felt so good, and his eagerness was quite the turn on.

Amy unbuckles his belt, his large hand rubbing over his clothed bulge. He palmed himself as you got wetter, your body aching for something more than just his mouth on your pussy. As much as you're enjoying his tongue on you, you also wanted to get filled up with his big dick.

“Amyy~ I want you” You tell him needily, tugging on his horns to pull him up.

“Not yet…Let me get you to cum first” Amy rasps out, nearly jumping out of his skin when he feels your hand on his sensitive horn.

Get you to cum on his tongue first he does. He gets you off so well, he makes your vision go black and eyes roll to the back of your head. He preps you so good you're more than prepared for his big cock <3

BONUS! ♡ Zagan giving oral ♡

[etheries1015]

What in HELL is bad Masterlist

Characters' names will be highlighted in RED to emphasize who the fanfiction revolves around.

NSFW list will be below the SFW list

Link back to OG masterlist

SFW

Interesting questions- Satan, Sitri (shit post)

His type- Andrealphus HC

Cute headcannons - Andrealphus X reader

Obsessed w teddy bears - Short leraye HC

A great pair - Leviathan X introverted reader (headcannon)

NSFW

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Angry MC - Satan x reader headcannon

[rae-pss]

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . me x rara canon (i'm delulu). i can't deny my interest in this motherfucker any longer. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 424 words, angst, reader hates themself, very much possible ooc raphael.

—i should hate you... not be like this with you.

you murmured weakly into the crook of raphael’s neck, inhaling the weirdly comforting scent of his. your hands increased their grip on the front part of his white t-shirt.

—i know, believe me, i know.

his strong arms wrapped around your figure with a gentleness unknown to him, strange to the red angel.

—but, you don't. you can not do it.

even without looking up, you could sense a sideways smile spreading across his face.

his certainly cocky attitude and tone of voice made something grow in you, burning deep in your chest. it was anger, a fervent anger towards yourself at what you knew you felt. 

how could you have fallen in love with him? with one of those who tried to kill you? How insensitive could you be to end up feeling that way towards one of the enemies? a bloody seraph who had killed so many, who had irreparably harmed your friends...

with all your strength, you closed your fist and hit his chest, both knowing that this blow would never hurt him.

you didn't understand how that happened, but you couldn't help but feel your heartbeat rise at the thought of him.

—i loathe you.

you told him, vainly trying to deny the obvious, trying to convince yourself that what you were feeling wasn't real.

a hand on your chin, lifting it, and his crimson orbs meeting your own brought you out of your whirlwind of thoughts. then, raphael clicked his tongue and, delicately in each of his movements, the palm of his hand rested on your cheek, cupping your face. the soft touch of the pad of his thumb on your skin, a watery sensation accompanying it enough to make you realize the tears that at some point began to descend from your eyes.

—do you despise me enough to shed tears? do you detest the idea of us that much?

he asked, still keeping that damn smirk on his face. although, you couldn't disregard the tenderness in his gaze as he observed you. the same one that intensified when he hugged you again. this time, his right hand ended up behind your head, guiding it towards his chest, letting you hide from the world’s cruel irony with his own body as your personal shield; His left arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close.

his hand gently caressed your hair, seeking to calm your crying as soon as possible, not liking the idea of tears staining your face at all.

[devilmen-collector]

Mammon with MC who is a closeted shopper

Requested by @annih

Well, the title doesn't describe perfectly the request, so here's a pic of the full request

Pairing: Mammon x gn!MC

Warning: none

Mammon did notice how you acted during the shopping trip, the way your eyes stared at that beautiful outfit, or that particular gold-plated watch, or those extremely well-made shoes. He noticed the way you looked at the price tags of those goods, sighed and moved on without buying any of them.

He doesn't understand it at first. It was clear to him that those goods did strike your fancy, and yet you didn't buy any of them. Devils are honest creatures, if they like an item, they will definitely buy it, unless they are unable to. But you are his Master, consequently you own all the wealth in the world, so of course you can buy anything. But you didn't make a single purchase.

However, Mammon soon realizes what the problem is with his astute observation. You are still in the process of adapting to Hell and aren't used to spending money as you like without thinking about it carefully. Mammon isn't going to confront you directly because he knows he can make you uncomfortable with the topic and after all, you are his Master, he doesn't get to tell you how to spend your money.

The king of greed thinks of a simple solution. He just needs to buy all the things you have stared at and checked the price after you have gone to look at the next item or the next store.

"Mammon, what is the meaning of this?" You asked in shock the moment you return to your room in Tartaros, where devil servants are carefully putting and arranging the purchased high-end goods into your rooms.

"Do you like it, Master?" Mammon asks you back as he is carrying you in his arms.

"Yes... Well, sorry for troubling you." You said, your voice is almost as low as a mumble. You realize right away what Mammon is trying to do.

"It's not troublesome at all, Master. As I belong to you, it's my duty to fulfill your desire, even without you expressing it to me explicitly." The king of greed says as he looks at you with a warm gaze.

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Dribble idea: Bael having way better self-restrain, however Beelzebub feed something to MC that make their natural scent even more irritable. The catch is, only devils who has strong sense of smell can pick that up.

Let's say Beelzebub did gave MC one of his cooking that cause this change of scent. However he senses danger outside of Abyssos so he left to deal with that taking Amon, Stolas and Naberius along with him. Leaving MC with Bael cause he refuse to leave his work when other devils can handle this issue. (He would help if necessary).

But this was Bael biggest challenge, because he can smell MC's scent all too well, to the point it makes it hard for him to focus on his work. Whenever MC isn't in his office, he has a peace of mind. But the moment is by the door of his office. It's like punch to his brain. The scent is too strong that it makes him think of all the things he wants to do to MC- Wait, what was he thinking!?!?!

He refuse to be like that deadbeat of a king. He's better than that!

"Bael?" MC called from the other side of the door, and along that is that scent... God its driving him mad!!

"Yes?" At the surface, Bael is the same old Bael, with a calm look on his face, but underneath... He feels like he wants to tear off this false king façade and be a devil again-

MC peek through the door to see Bael by his deck, head down to his papers as he wrote down notes before stumping them with Beelzebub's sigil making it official.

As MC enter and gotten closer to him, Bael bite the inside of his cheek, and crosses his legs... 'Ha! As if this would clam down my fucking bone-'

"Bael..." He notice that MC sounded different, he looked up and saw that they were panting and clinching on their chest. "Beelzebub was suppose to help me... But he and the others left to fight angels... But I don't think I can wait for him... I know that your busy and all. But would you mind... Helping me-"

Not letting MC finish their sentences, Bael stood up and gently push MC to sit on his desk. MC was to say something about his papers, but Bael latched his lips into MC, he waiting until MC gave him a subtle sigh to keep going, so he drove deeper into the kiss. He can feel MC feeling his waist and abs before landing their hands on his chest, even with his skintight suit. MC manage to find his nipples and start fiddling and pinching them. He moan and groan.

"Bael..."

"Yes..."

"Let me relieve you... let me make you feel good~"

He was a man that need to learn self-restrain just so he would be better then his best friend... But for one night, he would cut lose... Just this once~