#what in hell is bad fanfic

[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.

[omkookie]

Kitty Eating. 7 kings + Minhyeok.

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, oral, piv, possessive demons, clone fucking, 69, all that, demon fucking is filth.

Satan Who messily eats your pussy, sinking his nails into your soft skin while gripping your thighs with vigor. He gets your juices all over his face while making your eyes roll back. He gives you one last teasing lick before pinning you down, pushing your knees against your chest and inserting the head of his cock right into you. He starts to pound you ruthlessly, Reminding you that he's the one who brought you to hell and you're his. Nobody can take you from him.

Mammon who gives you everything he has, including himself. He kisses your face, prepping it with little kisses and showing his love for you. He lovingly kisses your eyelids before his big tongue delves between your legs, teasingly licking everywhere but your clit. His fingers prod your warm pussy, spreading its lips apart before licking your sweet juices. His amber eyes glint and fill with lust as they look up at you adoringly. He mumbles that you're his. His love, his master, his everything.

Leviathan who fums enviously every time he manages to smell one of the other kings on you. It looks like he has to remind you that in the end you're his. You belong to him! Him and only him! Don't you ever dare to think that you belong to another devil when he's right here.

He purposely annoys you to make you choke him, and then he has you sit on his face and smother him with your pussy. He's the type to savor it with his tongue and lick all of your juices up, almost to the point of overstimulation.

Beelzebub- he eats pussy, he eats ass, he's down to rub his tongue and face against anything you offer him. He'll have his clone fuck you from behind while he's underneath you, tongue licking up your clit and jerking himself off. You're getting yourself gangbanged by his clones, and Beelzebub doesn't stop them until you're a drooling mess, body tired and pleasantly sore (and covered in loads of cum)

Lucifer found it very cute how you suggested he gives you head. You were so adorable in his eyes, of course he can't refuse you when it's what you desire. Are you the emotional type who happens to cry during or after sex? Yeah? Well, he's found his type then. He'll eat your pussy so skillfully, you'll become a blubbering mess until you shed some happy tears. His cock gets painfully hard, all because of you and those sweet tears you cry. You might have been embarrassed about crying before, but now being a crybaby is more of a plus with Lucifer.

Belphegor couldn't care less if you're crushing his face. Squeeze his head with your thighs all you want, he's still getting his meal and then making you ride him after.

He'll eat you out from behind, putting you in a 69 position just so you can suck his cock while he sucks on your clit. His fingers play with your wet slit, curling and pumping into it. He'll have you squirting on his face and cumming your brains out while you have your mouth full of his dick.

For the king of sloth, he doesn't slack when it comes to eating his favorite pussy.

Asmodeus’ affections are too much.

He's a literal sex god, and he comes off as intimidating due to his overwhelming nature. He has his moments of being sweet and tugging on your heart's strings, but even those can feel manipulative after you've had sex. Maybe it's the natural pheromones from his body, or maybe the contract that makes his lust consume you- you can never think rationally when you're with him.. You'll always end up with your legs spread over his shoulders, and his tongue exploring your sweet pussy while he praises you. <3

You're so beautiful, and that pussy is his no matter who gets a taste of it. it will always belong to him, and he reminds you of that before he shoves his cock into you.

Minhyeok- Is sloppy but very enthusiastic! He knows what he has to do, so he just has to put his knowledge into practice! He hums as he melts between your legs, his tongue shyly exploring you as you guide him on how to please you.

He strokes his hard cock while he eats you out, moaning against your pussy as he manages to bring you to an orgasm. He gets all shy and proud of himself. He gives your clit a kiss after he's done with your pretty pussy. <3

[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."

[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

[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⋆₊˚

˚₊‧꒰ა ★ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[sparkbeast20]

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~

[pumpkin-patch-cat]

⸸ Savior ⸸

Satan x Fem! Reader (female presenting)

🔞 NSFW. Minors DNI.🔞

Warnings: rough penetration, semi-conciousness, language

AN: Just a little brainrot I've had cookin' in my head and decided to share with the class. As per usual, please pardon any grammatical errors.

That familiar pain. The burning ache.

‘Not again’

You look to your side toward Satan in desperation as your stride slows, your lungs yearning to take unimpeded breaths of air but each time you breath in, it's as if you're inhaling needles and foreign ozone.

“S-satan..” You croak, hastily seeking his attention by reaching for his sleeve, but the attentive king had already noticed. With no Sitri and Ppyong present, the king couldn't be happier. But not so much knowing this phenomenon plagues you and causes you pain. Pain not inflicted by his own hands, that is.

“Your room. Now” He commands with a knowing smile.

He grabs your hand, you shut your eyes, desperately trying to conjure up the familiar space, but alas, your thoughts are repeatedly interrupted by panic. You simply can not take in a good enough breath to maintain your train of thought.

“Y/n, hurry” Satan's stern voice presses. He grips your shoulders, noting the tears pricking your eyes when you open them in panic once again.

“c-can’t” you inhale as sharply as you can to gather any air that would make it through.

You claw at your throat with one hand while holding his forearm with the other in a silent cry for help.

“Shit” Satan frowns, then scans the area quickly. Most buildings are dilapidated and have fallen to ruin. ‘Damn angels’ he thinks, dragging you further down the deserted street in hopes of finding a space untouched by violence. If he had it his way, he'd fuck you where you stood, but that was reckless.

You continue to take in short puffs of air, wheezing now, nearly losing your footing.

Satan steadies you with a protective grip on your forearm, and when you both come to a stop near a darkened alley, he makes an executive decision.

“Fuck it”

It'll have to do.

It's dark and dank. Musty with the smell of dry rotted wood and moldy, wet brick. A stark contrast to the evening's inviting and dusky setting sun outside of the alley. Satan drags you in deeper, avoiding a few leaky pipes, debris, and puddles, continuously on alert to be sure no angels are on your heels.

Once the man is satisfied with a spot closest to a dead-end, the king turns and graces you with one of his signature kisses without hesitation. In the back of his mind, he's unsure if the transfer of energy will work without the proper head space, but right now there's no time to hypothesize.

His kiss deepens when a pained whimper escapes your lips.

He needs to hurry, less he lose his favorite human.

Through your dazed expression you feel the cold chill and rough surface of something hard pressed to your back.

“I've got you…” He murmurs against your lips and presses you closer against the wall, quickly reaching down to undo and slip your bottoms from your hips, the tell tale sound of a belt buckle and zipper of his jumpsuit follows after. Fabric now left to pool at both your feet.

Even in dire times, his human was still beautiful.

With his boxers at his hips, the king hoists you up by the ass, pressing against you, his dick now free and already impossibly hard knowing your most precious space is currently his for the taking.

Using the wall to keep you sandwiched against his broad chest, Satan pistons your pussy without warm-up or warning; relishing in the tight squeeze and slowly moistening flesh fighting to adjust to the intrusion. He'll apologize later…maybe.

“Argh!” A strangled cry escapes your throat despite the innate lack of air, to which a hand comes down over your mouth to quickly muffle the sounds, forcing you to attempt harsh breaths through your nose.

“Easy, little lamb. You don't want those creatures to interrupt our fun, do you?” he offers quietly.

The only response he receives comes in the form of whimpers each time he re-enters, those red eyes keeping you locked in a dazed trance.

The demon thrusts harshly upward, forgoing a lazy pace and opting for one that's sure to leave your insides bruised. His large hand grips your ass, while his other moves from your mouth to hold your thigh, guiding you up and down.

While the blooming pleasure feels incredible, it's nearly drowned out by your lack of air supply. The energy isn't being absorbed fast enough and your vision starts to go dim. You claw at Satan's shoulder, breaking skin in an attempt to stay grounded and push through the fog, but the tightness in your chest is nearly unbearable.

“Stay with me, y/n. Fuck…you feel so good…That's right, abuse my flesh. Use me!” Satan muses through clenched teeth and pushes in deeper, digging his nails into the soft fat of your ass.

Your body feels like jello. You feel as though you're underwater. Your eyes begin to roll, practically a limp, play-thing in the demon's arms, and it only spurs him on.

The demon shifts his hips in a way that manages to prod against a more sensitive spot deep within your pussy, pushing out another strangled cry from your near empty lungs. His lips connect with yours again to swallow the sound.

“Look at my little human. At the presepist of death, yet drunk off the delicious burn of pleasure…” he coos near your jaw as it goes slack in a silent scream. Your head weightlessly pulls to the side just a bit, only to be yanked back upright abruptly by the chin.

“Look at me, y/n. Hey…HEY. Focus” he taps your cheek a bit rougher than intended, but it brings your fucked out, panicked eyes back to his face.

God, you were gorgeous.

Terror and bliss playing tug of war with your features, and his heart. Fervent groans of both pain and ecstacy continuously escaping your throat. He wished he could take a picture. To freeze the expression on your face in time.

To show you…to tease you…

To piss you off.

The thought of your rage upon seeing yourself in such a vulnerable state of disarray had the demon's eyes crossing slightly, tongue lapping out and dripping with saliva into the space between your bodies. His dick engorged further as he envisioned the twisted, raw anger in your words as you scolded him for his behavior.

A bit of liquid dripped down the side of his face and over his cheek. He licked it away greedily when it reached his lips; the taste salty and familiar - his horns were leaking. He felt heavy against your walls, his balls clapped rhythmically against your ass cheeks to the beat of each relentless plunge within. You were so wet around him, for him, and it only increased the faster he moved. That's a good thing. It meant you were still alive. You were still his.

Despite your slowly deteriorating state, the king could feel the needy squeeze of your pussy keeping him locked deep inside - you were close.

“Just like that.” he breathes, brows creased in concentration.

The muscles of Satan's ass flexed and relaxed, forcing you upward in his grip.

The darkness that licked at the edges of your vision remained, but the familiar burn in your core was smoldering - growing.

“S-satan” you manage to croak again, barely above a whisper. You held on to the wefts of hair on his shoulders like anchors with what little strength you had, managing to catch the glimmer of two crimson, half lidded eyes boring into your face through the glaze clouding your vision.

“Cum for me, little lamb. Let me be your savior. Pray to me. Let me be your God” He grinned above you, face flushed red and wild.

The feeling was damn near torture. Being tugged back and forth between consciousness and a mental, black void that threatened to swallow you whole, but it did not extinguish the growing flame in your gut, nay, it pushed you further; a feeling akin to a taut rubber band.

Satan set a punishing rhythm then, the sound of wet flesh colliding together bounced off the walls around you both. His hips began to sputter, his thrusts slowed to harsh grinding where the tight curls of his pubic hair rubbed deliciously against your throbbing clit.

“S-satan…I..cum-ing!”

The moment the proverbial rubber band snapped was the moment an orgasm so forceful--so earth shattering--rocked through your arched body, and set your senses alight.

Your only warning from the demon was a drawn-out grunt that reverberated deep in his chest and his teeth coming down to latch onto your shoulder to muffle his own sounds.

A rush of hot warmth coats your insides simultaneously, and color bursts forth into your vision; air once again floods your lungs with the deepest of breaths.

In the few moments following, the only thing you remembered was a gentle hand resting on your cheek and the words 'sleep now' being uttered before your world went black.

⸸⸸⸸⸸

“You did so well. But now you need rest” The king had you dressed, as best as he could anyways, and in his arms bridal style heading for home.

Although the transfer worked and he managed to save you, it was hard to ignore the small sense of dread that bottomed out in his stomach seeing you in distress.

The further he walked, cradling your body against his, your breaths now even, he contemplated.

In the beginning, the possessiveness he felt for you had been brought on by territorial instincts nurtured by your connection to Solomon, but the longer he spent time with you, his idea of who you were had started to change.

You were interesting for many reasons, reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on, and both Ppyong and Sitri had taken a liking to you as well, though in a way that felt completely different from Solomon's time in hell.

Did that make him…happy? It's been a long time since he felt an ounce of happiness, depression was unkind like that. But you. Your presence had started to fan those flames. The thought brought a small smile to his face.

“What are you doing to me, y/n?” He asks quietly, sweeping his eyes over your relaxed, sleeping face. An inkling of warmth tingling in his chest.

Satan wasn't sure what was going on, but in that moment, he vowed to be there when you needed him. To stay by your side and protect you.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Stay with me, forever

This one is for my lovely @rae-pss <3 but this feels less hot and more disturbing ;-; - honestly, I felt a little twisted writing this

Dom!reader x sub!michael? - Reader is gender neutral

REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Warning: a little dark (content), masturbation (mika), nipple play, doesn’t align with the canon events, reader got kidnapped, Mika mistakes you for luci - (calls you Hyung, brother), Stockholm Syndrom?

Word count: 2.6k

Each day was the same. Boring, stressful and exhausting. The unnerving quietness of heaven was pleasing at first, now after some time it has become annoying. Not a single noise could be heard, expect for the occasional fights that would break out between the seraphim’s. You didn’t need to watch to know who’d be fighting again, obviously it was the one who put you in this misery. Mindless gaze staring out of the window, wondering when you will be freed from this misery. How you earned to be somewhere else right now. Anywhere would be better. Hell, earth, or simply a few rooms to the left.

Long have you gotten too tired of this, of his possessiveness yet pitiful nature. You truly pitied that man, though in such situations who is the most pitiful, if not you? As if your heart sunk into the bottoms of the ocean, there was no chance of return. How many days have it been? Your sense of time has dulled, as well as other sensations. Excitement, anticipation, happiness. Was your appearance the cause of all of this, your genetics? No, none of it. It was sorely the fault of another. That was the aspect that angered you the most, at least it used to be. At this point you felt like you got consumed by the wild waves of reality, slowly going down and drowning beneath all this hardship.

Footsteps emerged from outside the door. Can you even call it a door? It was made out of metal with endless chains and locks, all for the sake of killing your hopes. You knew those steps all too well, that it has become a skill now. The ability to tell who it was by their walking habits. Without moving an ounce from the bed, your eyes rolled over to the side, eyeing the only exit of the room with a neutral gaze. Sounds of locks and metal reached your ears, a stimulation you haven’t experienced for a while now. It was awfully silent here.

After a while, the reason for the sounds showed themselves. The tall, black haired male walked inside, carefully closing and locking the room again. Twisted feelings swam to the surface like always, yet the negative ones were starting to subside. You didn’t care to look at him any further, turning away from him and staring at the wall. He didn’t deserve any kindness and attention from you, only bitterness. “I’m back.” That person said, like always. Voice deep and masking a soft, caring side. He got closer to you, you knew it from how his steps got louder and louder. Then you heard some noises again, before he whispered enthusiastically, “I so glad to see you, lucifer Hyung.”

How was it possible for him to mistake you as someone totally unrelated to you? Was he simply a hypocrite, or was he hallucinating? Something about you reminded him of that certain someone, and you didn’t know what. If only you could get rid of that trait, to finally free yourself. Though then the question remains; would he really let you live after finding out all of this was in his head? You didn’t want to be cruelly murdered by a being like him. An arrogant, insufferable and selfish being like that man in front of you, who loves to call himself a higher being, but bows his head to you whenever he can. Even now he was kneeling on the floor, just right next to the bed. Hands kept to himself as he stared at you with a dreamy gaze.

Those eyes of his were repulsive. The way he looked at you made your stomach curl, as if you got a stomach ache. It wasn’t a good feeling, you felt like vomiting every time. All this disaster was like fate playing cruel games with you, as if it wasn’t playing with you enough. At first you tried to escape or talk back, now you were starting to simply accept it. For how long have you done this? Right, you don’t know. Even though Michael was just inches away from you, you didn’t do anything. Not that you didn’t want to, lord, you wanted to punch him and suffocate him so bad, but that wouldn’t help your situation. The door couldn’t be opened except by the seraphs, a special spell which would be impossible to break. Killing him would only mean your own death all due to starvation.

You also remembered how you tried to reason with him, telling him you weren’t his dear ‘hyung’. Nothing was getting into his thick skull though. Ordering him around, trying to use it to your advantage was also out of the question, since he didn’t trust you one bit. Whenever you attempted that, he’d mumble, “I can’t let you leave again..!” If you weren’t before, at least now you were convinced he was mentally ill, a war murder with a broken mind. Every day went by the same, boredom gnawed away at your own sanity. Were you ever going to get out of here, and what will you be like once you do? Only time could tell. You didn’t even have to will to wish for a good outcome anymore.

Repressed hatred slowly build within you again, swallowing you whole. You thought you had gotten used to it by now, though you were wrong. This simply wasn’t something you can get used to, all you can do is build up a resistance and become numb to it. Eventually you turned around, sitting up a little on the soft and luxurious bed. The treatment you got was by no means bad. A room fit for royalty with the best foods ever, alongside other stuff. You didn’t have to do anything, no chores or work. One might thing this lifestyle was desirable, and it was at first. Expect by now it has become another void within your heart. Without a goal or dream, it didn’t feel like living anymore, only simply existing.

Despite the tension in the room, you finally returned his eager gaze. A blush spreading across his features as soon as he noticed your stare. His silky black hair was everywhere, eyes bearing never ending love and affection within them. Adoration you never asked for. The despicable clenching feeling returned, air becoming suffocating. You furrowed your brows, fighting the urge to scream and yell. All this cruel pain as well as laughable desperation led to pend up negative feelings your brain couldn’t process. Instead it turned all that into sexual tension and energy. Every time you’d do that you felt more disgusted with yourself, but there was no helping it considering your current situation. It was your means of escaping reality, even if it was ruining you in the long term.

You opened your mouth, about to give that angel a command. As soon as he noticed your intentions, he stopped breathing, trying to stay as quiet as possible to listen to you earnestly. If anyone were to make a single sound now, consider them dead afterwards. With a bitter yet lust ridden tone, you told him, “come here”, while you patted the bed. It was rare for you to talk to him and if you did, it’d only be short sentences. He gulped, staring at you with curiosity while he obeyed your request. Now he sat on the edge of the bed. That only lasted for a few seconds before you grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to you. A sudden yelp escaped his throat, and he tried his best to not touch or hurt you.

He was on all fourth now, while hovering over you. A confused and flustered expression becoming visible. The way you looked at him became sharper and more aggressive, you could almost call it a glare. “I apologise, please, I lost my balance.” Michael said with a slightly nervous tone, even though it was obviously your fault he fell. Instead of answering him, you hinted at your lap. He caught on pretty quickly and sat down with a bashful smile, straddling your legs.

His lips were rosy, smiling at you so sweetly like an innocent angel. The way his cheeks have also become rosy and red, matching his lips, was very adorable. That silky black hair of his was fluttering gently, alongside the wing poking out from his neck. He was such a beautiful and perfect being, that it irked you. There were no hard feelings, only dryness and the simple desire for entertainment filling you. You stared at his body, treating him like he was merely an object of pleasure. This was all you could do while being on such a detestable stage, forced to play in an act you loathed. A moment of silence passed, awkwardness replaced the boldness you felt earlier. Then you said in a belittling manner, “you are unbelievable.”

How his face turned into one of horror, saddened by the fact that he displeased you. “I’m sorry…what should I do to make up!?” Terror played his voice. Even this annoyed you. His attitude was getting under your skin, like an insect crawling around your organs. Aside from that weird dynamic and obsession he has over his brother, how he made it seem like you were the one trapping him made your blood boil. Instead of answering him, you just averted your gaze. Talking to a nutcase like him wouldn’t raise your mood. Maybe you should kick him out soon. His company wasn’t wanted after all.

When your eyes met his again, his body tensed and he gasped. Pupils shrinking slightly and hands clenching his own shirt tighter. The desire to puke returned as soon as you noticed what was going on down there, alongside a weird feeling of fascination. You were irritated with your own emotions, and what in the world your brain was doing, as if it wasn’t working properly. Despite him getting a hard on in such an unfitting situation, you encouraged him to take care of it, saying, “go on, put on a show for me to see.” Shouldn’t you have felt grossed out by him? So why didn’t you? Maybe because this wasn’t the first time? Despite everything you were the one who got him out of his cage, never would you have guessed he’d repay you by locking you up in a cage too.

An almost inaudible whine left him upon hearing your voice again. It took him another minute to register what you told him, before the blush across his features darkened by a few shades. Michale nodded, quickly unzipping his pants and freeing his erect dick. His hands trembled slightly while he did that, a sign of his nervousness and shyness. You almost chuckled at that, a bitter laugh to remind you of this new life you received. If you were to ever meet god, you were going to return all this suffering tenfolds.

Your eyes stuck to his crotch, watching him with a tired gaze. The angel apologised a few times more, uttering the words, “I’m sorry.. I’ll take care of it, Hyung,” as his hand creeped around his shaft, hesitantly pumping his cock. He was too embarrassed to look at you, yet he was too aroused to stop, so he stared at his hands. One glance was all you needed to tell he doesn’t do this often, due to how his movements were so inexperienced. His other hand was bawled into a fist, then it moved up his torso and started to grope his own breasts. Pinching and toying with his pink nipples. “Uh..uhm-..!” Small whimpers could be heard from him, muffled by himself.

Despite his inexperience, it seems like he was feeling good. Exposing himself in front of someone, touching himself inappropriately. His dick was twitching in his hands, precum dripping down and accumulating. “Ahhh..! NgHhh..” more moans erupted from him. You watched as his eyes became foggy with lust, facial expression melting into one of bliss. Squelching sounds filled the room, and he threw his head back. Shoulders raised to his ears while a thin layer of sweat covered his skin. Not to mention how he shook and trembled, panting as if he just ran a marathon.

His hand was dirties by his own fluids, still jerking himself off without a rhythm or tact. Some of it even got onto you. Before you even noticed it, he apologised for that, “sorry… lucifer Hyung, for being filthy…haaaah..” You doubted he was being sincere, judging by how happy he looked. A face full of ecstasy and bliss, undeniably pleasure coursing through his veins while he did shameful things under your watching gaze. “Ah.. please, brother, watch me more..! mhHhmm..- I’m so close.” Now the was just spitting nonsense. The name he called you by made you uncomfortable, though the show he put on was quite enjoyable. Especially because he looked just the right amount of pathetic for you to be amused.

Michael squinted his eyes, lips parted while lewd moans left him. He has never done anything like this, so all those new sensations were a first for him. Tingles filled his stomach, and a strange satisfaction and calmness washed over him. Tears dropping down his face from both eyes, his wings flapped occasionally too. The expression he saw behind your pupils was still one of nonchalant and pity, the same as what he remembered in a faraway memory. Hands speeding up subconsciously, voice getting louder too. The thought that someone might hear him never crossed his mind. Why should he think about anything else when you, his beloved Hyung was right here?

“Haa..ha, ah-nghh, mhmm..!!” Short and erratic gasps left him, paired with groans that bounced off the walls of your cage. “Pleaaasee…I-i want to cum..” A slight stutter slipped itself into his sentence while he wore a mindless expression. As if not a single thought plagued his brain, losing himself in all those feelings his nerves send to his brain. His heart pound like crazy, a testament to the pleasure he felt. Like a mad lad who lost any grip on reality, he repeated words of apologies. Pleading with you and begging while his release hit him, rendering him to a mess beyond recognition. The despair and desperation made you feel like you had power over him, offering a moment of comfort to you.

“I’m sorry.. ah-aAAHhh..! Please,- oh, please.” Michael whispered once more. White liquid spurt out from him, most of it landing on your belly. It’d be a lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it a little, though you were still disappointed and disgusted by all of this. Especially now that reality hit you right in the gut, with how his semen was all over your tummy and making contact with your skin. You pulled a grimace, eyeing him up like he was a filthy animal, most of the time you did believe he was. He clung his dress shirt with all his might, slowly getting down from his high, before he slumped down and hugged you. This sudden boldness and act of intimacy from him made you freeze, muscles tensing up. He crashed down on top of you, arms holding you tightly while he continued to pant loudly.

Still crying, and barely able to breathe steadily, the angel said, “I’m.. haaa.. so happy you are here with me, brother lucifer. Stay with me, forever.” He wasn’t asking, he wasn’t begging. It was a statement. A confirmation that this will become your cruel reality for god knows when eternity will end. Sorrow replaced the previous mixed emotions, and a deep sense of resentment filled your heart while you laid there, staring at him with a growing emptiness residing within you.

[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.

[omkookie]

• ⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ • smut, oral sex, squirting .

•🩷• He checked your search history, just because he was curious about what you're watching when you're on his laptop. It ends up with him and you fucking on his bed, and him making you squirt.

“You’re clenching around my fingers so hard.” Minhyeok purrs as his fingers pump into you. Your pussy was sucking them in so hard, He was biting his lip as he imagined how tight it would feel around his cock instead.

“Minhyeok-” You moan his name as his fingers thrusted into you faster, whimpering loudly as you feel your legs quiver. The heat in your stomach builds up once again as your best friend brings you closer to climax for the third time tonight.

“Don’t come now…I want you to come when you feel you'll make the sheets even wetter” He says as his fingers curl inside of you, pressing right up against that soft spot that makes you feel tickly. His index and middle finger slip out of you to rub your clit in a circular motion. Then he slides them back inside of you to stimulate you further.

“...Mm.. I'm gonna be the first to make you do this” Minhyeok mutters from between your legs, as he leans down to suck on your clit. Giving your clit small kitten licks, His tongue flicks your soft nerve just the right way to make you see stars. To top that off, He looks so pleased with himself at the moment. His lidded eyes glazed over with heat while a red blush was adorning his cheeks. He looked so needy, so in love with you.

His tongue slips between your labia, running up and down your pussy as you let out soft moans. Your fingers curled into his hair, pulling him flush against you, as if you could get him any closer.

“You taste so good.” Minhyeok whines in ecstasy as his tongue slips into your dripping hole, fingers teasing you once more. When you come on his face again, this time gushing juices all over it, he looks slightly surprised for a moment before chuckling and wiping his face.

“Oh gosh- I’m so sorry Minhyeok”

“Don’t worry about it” he laughs while you cover your blushing face with your hands.

If only the ground would swallow you whole right now…

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, It just means I made you feel really good~” He tells you as he comfortingly strokes your thigh

[r0-boat]

Could we get the rest of the king hc of getting walked in on with mc mid 👉👌

Yep!

Are you coming right up with one bonus character! ;)

Whb Mammon and Satan + Minhyeok(masturbation)

reacts to Someone walking in on them

Part 1 here

NSFW

Mammon

He is a demon with plentiful wealth of course; he's going to show off. He is a shameless demon who wants what he wants. His eyes lit up when he saw. The big golden doors to his bedroom chambers open, revealing one of his subordinates.

The demon's eyes widen when he realizes what he just walked into, The King of greed lying on his golden silk sheets and you on top of him, taking all of his large cock. The sight was delicious, sensual, almost forbidden. As he turns to leave, his king's voice is loud and proud. "Leaving so soon? Why don't you stay? Come, let me show you how delicious my new master is." Mammon backens the devil into his room. He sits up his arm around you cradling you against his chest his cock still filling you completely.

He turns you around until your back was against his chest giving the devil a full view of his cock boldering in your stomach. "Isn't my master so small? They're tight little human hole squeezes so good around my big demon cock."

He praises you more as you squirm with all this attention, feeling more like an exotic object than a person; the demon looks at him with envious yet grateful eyes. But he knows that he can look, but he cannot touch without permission, that is. That permission is not Mammon's to give

Satan

He presses you into the sheets, grinding your face harshly against the pillows and covers, with one hand spreading your cheeks open as he takes you doggy. He dog fucks you into ecstasy, a hand placed around the back of your neck as he uses you like a fuck toy.

Taking his anger out on your quivering hole, Satan was so close, about to cum and flood your insides for the first time, the first of many tonight. He hadn't come in so long.

He missed you so much. His hand wasn't enough. Just as he is about to flood you completely, the door creeks open, and his hips stop. If you didn't think he was pissed now. He burned with wrath, His red eyes glowing dangerously as he snarled at the poor soul who opened the door. His fangs beared, his teeth clenched, his claws out and digging into your skin as he looks more like a wild beast.

Rip random devil your butt will be missed.

Bonus:

Minhyeok

Putting a new load of laundry into the washer He stops when his fingers brush against something wet. He sighs another wet stained towel... He wants to you about your sudden fixation but isn't sure how to bring it up. His heart stops when he realizes. Lifting it out of the hamper, his eyes widened. Your favorite underwear, Stained and smelling faintly of your scent. He shutters. The cloth smelling of you and your sex. He couldn't help but bring it to his nose... 'j-just a quick smell.'

That quick smell turned into another, and another, until His mouth was partly open, trying to fight against his tongue, lapping up at the wet spot leaning against the wall and in his pants, palming and teasing—your name trembles from his lips. And as if God hates him, You slam into the door of the laundry room, scaring his soul out of his body. Your eyes widen; you just basically saw your roommate jack off with your underwear in his hand...

Yeah no... That shit can stay in the porn tags. You close the door and pretend you didn't see anything.

[d34dlysinner]

Bael facesitting drabble

A little drabble I wrote a few months ago... thought I should share it. (not proofread) only Bael's privates where actually made clear MC parts aren't described. NSFW SO MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Bael has been working for a week straight. He didn't sleep much, but the stress of doing all the work Beel is ignoring is stopping him from getting any rest. "... Ugh... when is this going to stop..", he wondered as he remembered how you were in the Avisos palace that day. Maybe visiting you will help him a little. He walked towards the green tinted doors of the room you're staying in with a mission and that mission meant getting him to stress a little less. "MC... Can I come in?", he asks through the door as he knocks. When he heard you respond in the affirmative, he entered the room. He was awkward and nervous. "So... Uh... Remember that you'd help me with my stress? Could... I ask for your help now?", he asked, not even looking you in the eyes. When you nodded he approached you, standing still right before you. Still not really making eye contact with you. You observed the bags under his eyes and how his hands were twitching in nervousness, but what really caught your attention was how he was already hard and you didn't even do anything. "Uhm... I wanted to try something since you said something about my legs...", he started as he started to push you down on the bed. He straddled your lap as he started to unbutton his shirt. "... Only if you want to right now...", he said as he threw his coat to a corner of the room. When you gave the okay sign, he smiled and continued to undress. But you stopped him from completely taking off his latex uniform. He looked at you confused as he felt your hands travel up his legs. Only for them to stop at his ass. He felt you pinch the fabric until a ripping sound was heard through the room. "... Ha... Okay let's do it like this then.", he said as he helped you rip the fabric until his dick could spring out. Only then did he move up to your face and lowered himself. You saw his hand wrap around his dick as he started to pump it slowly. "Please, MC... Help me.", he said as little moans started to come out of his lips. Those little moans only increased with volume and number the moment he felt your tongue prod his asshole. "More MC... More.", he begged in an almost demanding tone as his hands started to pump faster. He felt your fingers tease his hole and felt your lips on his balls. Resulting in him releasing a whimper as the stimulation started to make him release some liquid. You watched in awe as you saw the liquid slowly run down his shaft. You were tempted to lick it up, but you also wanted to see more. Your other hand replaced Bael's as you started to jack him off in a faster pace. Bael continued moaning as his hands traveled to his exposed chest, teasing his nipples as you were stimulating him. You felt yourself getting aroused at the feeling of his legs tightening around your head. On top of that, his scent and his moans started to fill your senses as you started to move your legs in a position that could help you create some friction for yourself. Seeing how you were needy too he lifted himself off of you and turned around so he could face your privates. You wasted no time in licking and teasing his asshole, balls and penis again as you started to feel his hands move down your chest to your pants. His hand went under the fabric to also tease you. "MC- you feel so great-", he compliments you between his moans as his legs start to shiver at some point. "I'm close...", he grunts. It didn't take too long before you felt some liquid coat not only your hand but your chest, stomach and his own stomach. You heard him pant softly before slowly moving away. You were about to sit up and check up on him before he stopped you by leaning over you. He gave you a deep kiss before whispering: "It's time for me to help you..."

You wondered how he wanted to help, but that question was answered as he turned the both of you so you were straddling him. "It's your turn now."

[rjthirsty]

Pegging Morax (WiHiB) Headcanon

Morax delights in taking on other’s pain. He isn’t turned on by pain, but being used in a way that morphs his body is so ridiculously sexy that taking someone’s injury - pain and all - is something he craves. He’ll accept the pain with the extreme fetish so long as it means he has another scar to add to his body.

When he needs a break, however, he comes to you for some release without the unfortunate stings and burns that his power causes him to suffer through. Someone to soothe him and tell him how good he is. How sexy all his scars are. How he can manage to fit all of your strap into him because he’s so good at taking on pain for pleasure.

It doesn’t hurt him, no more than stretching his tight hole hurts after you two work him through it a few times. He has begun to crave this sort of “pain” that always leads to him coming without the need to fantasize about the way it’d change his body. He has changed inside, which isn’t visible, but it turns him on just as much.

He grows excited at the thought of you two exploring more girthy options. He loves the way you train him, cooing him through his climax, burying his face in your pillowy, plush chest as you pump into him. Telling him that next time you’ll go bigger. Next time you’ll go deeper. He can hardly wait, the thought turns him on so much.

The way you feel so soft with all your curves, but so rough inside his ass with the rigid strap brings him comfort in the dichotomy of sensations. You teach him that pleasure can be found in things that don’t maim his form. You teach him that he can rest in your arms, on your lap, or holding you like a dakimakura as he clings to you, squeezing you as you squeeze into him.

There are times that you’re not so gentle with him. Though your words are still sweet, still imploring him to take it all, you pound into him with gusto and enthusiasm, finding your own excitement in the way he begs you for more and pushes against you to take your strap deeper.

When his eyes well up with pleasurable tears, that’s when he’s at his most beautiful. Be it gentle or rough, the fact that you don’t fall flaccid after a climax with your prosthetic cock means you can ride him into over stimulation.

Or he could ride you. Holding his wrists, you thrust into him as he bounces on your thick lap. If it gets too much, he can safeword out, but he won’t do that. He’s a mess and he loves when he’s driven so far he can’t think about anything but the way you churn inside him and how good it feels to have your cock rubbing against his insides.

He has a hard time asking for what he wants, though. You’re working through that, but for now you have to learn the way he asks without asking. The way he snuggles into you. The way he grinds his hips into yours. You’re not even prepped, but he clearly wants you to take him in the way you do, taking care of his needs without him requesting it. He does the same with his power, after all. Giving himself to others without them asking. It’s how he shows his care.

A/N: Thank you @just-a-dodo for commissioning me for this. I had a lot of fun with my first headcanon-type post. I see why you love this cutie.