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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Guess the Taste of Me

Pairing: Beelzebub x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, flavored condoms, banter, taste testing, fingersucking, playful Beelzebub

Word count: 1k

A/N: I know one of his things is scent but I really wanted to do this one first.

"Have you ever had one of these?" Beelzebub rose up from his spot on your bed and nuzzled his cheek against your, interrupting your reading. You locked eyes on his mischievous green ones and looked at the box he was holding. It was a colorful one, pretty big too.

"Flavored condoms?" Something you've seen around a lot, but you've never reached for those before. The usual ones tended to do the trick for you if you wanted to avoid pregnancy. "No. Have you?"

"Not yet." He grinned as he leaned in closer and eased the book out of your hand, "Wanna do a taste test with me?" The box shook in front of your face, almost like he was tempting you to open it.

You glanced at the clock, almost midnight. "Are you trying to make me late for work tomorrow? Just cause you don't have to work doesn't mean us humans don't, Beel." His head tilted with a smirk, his tongue already wetting his lips and he shook the box again, "You're insufferable. Just a few."

"Fuck yeah!" He threw the box at you, and his shirt right after, careful not to snag it on his horn, "Let's make it a little more interesting shall we babe?" With a snap of his fingers he manifested a blindfold, winked at you and then tied it around his eyes, "Take your pick."

You giggled at his enthusiasm, and popped the box open, the colorful packages falling out beside you. "Okay, then..." You picked one at random, looked at the flavor and then tore it open. Beelzebub perked up at the sound of the foil tearing, "Open up for me pretty boy." Said pretty boy was already breathing hard in anticipation and drooling, mouth open for your fingers to slide in. You pushed your index and middle finger past his lips, which immediately closed around you and sucked your fingers in deeper.

His whole body rocked back and forth as he moaned, cock visibly tenting the front of his pants, "Grapes." He guessed correct but didn't stop sucking. Holy shit he was hot like that, mouth closed around you, unwilling to let go. But he had to, it was your turn. Beelzebub huffed out in protest when you pulled away and threw the wet condom to the side.

"That was really hot." You confessed as you took the blindfold too. The moment his eyes were uncovered you saw the lust in them, his pupils leaving only a thin ring of green, which was so much darker now then before. The blindfold wasn't the only thing that came off however, so did his pants and boxers, all quickly kicked away from the bed. "Do you want me to..."

"No, it's alright. We can just taste test tonight. I took them off cause it felt like my dick was gonna explode." He groaned as he wrapped his hand around it, hoping to revive it a little. "Your turn babe."

You heard him curse when you tied the blindfold, leaned against the wall and opened your mouth. Like him you couldn't help but get excited at the tearing sound. You were sure he could see your nipples poking against your shirt, he could probably smell your arousal too. No, you knew he could. Next, a taste and pressure hit your tongue, both familiar. You rolled your tongue against and over his fingers, coating the condom with your saliva, "Hm, caramel flavored."

"Y-Yeah." He pulled his fingers away, making sure to press them against your lips before he fully pulled away. "My turn next."

Grapes, caramel, pear, chocolate...

"Banana." Beelzebub moaned as he chased after your fingers, his cock dripping cum down his hand, "Fuck. So good, let me suck on it some more." You got the sense that he was more into this than you. Made sense, he was the Sin of Gluttony after all.

"Nope. Don't be selfish now mister. It's my turn." He let out a growl of warning and bit the tips of your fingers in retaliation. "So spoiled." Once again you saw nothing but darkness in front of you, your other senses sharpened. He picked up another condom and threw away the package, there was some weight shifting on the bed as you waited for his fingers. Instead you felt another familiar feeling. Beelzebub's thick cock. "Mmmnn!"

"Sorry, Couldn't wait anymore. When you open your mouth like that and lean forward I... I can't help but want to fuck your throat." His hands cradled the back of your head so you wouldn't hit the wall behind you, "Focus baby, focus." He cooed over your whispers, "What flavor is it? How's my cock taste to you now baby?"

You tried to focus on the flavor but your pussy throbbed too much, it was making hard to stay on task. "S-gah-!" Beelzebub hardly let you speak up, pulling back and nudging your lips with his tip and pushing in balls deep as soon as you started talking. "No. Fair. Str- mmmn- berry!" He pressed himself in all the way, hips and hands shaking, accompanied by... "Cum." A taste you knew all too well.

"You got both right." He tugged the blindfold off your eyes and cupped your cheek, smiling down as you as he pulled his cock out, a tiny bit of cum dripping down his cock despite the condom staying on. "Came a little bit too hard there."

"I'll say." You had to flex your jaw up and down. It ached from the unexpected rough pounding but it wasn't too bad. "How many more do we have?"

"Huh? Uh, the box said 10 flavors. So 4 more to go." Four more little surprises for your tastebuds. You patted with out looking and threw another one at him. "Babe? But isn't it my turn?"

"Not anymore. Your cock is still hard. And I think... they taste better when mixed with your cum." Beelzebub's grip almost annihilated the condom. You loved how you could get to him so easily. Before putting the blindfold back on you stripped until you were fully naked, your hard nipples and wet cunt on display for him. Then you put the blindfold over your eyes and beckoned, "My mouth's waiting for you pretty boy."

Orange. Mint. Vanilla. Bubblegum.

#what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad x reader #what in hell is bad x you #what in hell is bad smut #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x you #beelzebub smut #what in hell is bad beelzebub #whb beelzebub #whb #whb x reader #wihib #wihib x reader #wihib x you #wihib smut

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pinkgy · 5 months

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𝗪𝗛𝗕 !

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

𝗢𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴) 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

GN!Neutral Reader + Reader has a pussy

𝗖𝗧: Oral (giving), Squirting, Pussy Slapping, Spanking, Breath Play, Teasing, Cum Eating, Hickeys, Face Sitting, Fingering, 69, Food Play, Possessiveness, Praising, Degradation.

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

⇾ He’s the biggest tease and just the thought of teasing you till you lose your shit gets him sooo hard.

⇾ He’s messy, he’s the type to gather your juices between his fingers and then push them in your mouth and he’s the type to slurp in your come and push his long tongue in your hole while he gropes your thighs.

⇾ Satan would slap your thighs every time you tried to close your legs, he likes them wide open and if he’s not using his hands with your pussy, he’s using them to hold your legs tightly.

⇾ Please sit on his face just like that out of the blue, he’ll be the happiest demon out there.

⇾ He would abuse your clit, it goes from furiously rubbing it to slapping it.

⇾ “Why are you crying ? Is it too much ? So bad I have to keep going, I’m far from finished”

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

⇾ Mammon fingers you with his rings on while he sucks your clit, that’s it, that’s the headcanon.

⇾ He eats you out while you’re with your ass up and with your face is buried in a pillow or in the mattress, and when he’s at it he gropes your ass and slaps it.

⇾ When he’s eating you out (and if you allow him to), he switches from eating your pussy to eating your ass.

⇾ Your pleasure is his main focus, and Mammon would do Anything to make you feel the best you can, and he’s up to anything you ask him to do, but his greed can get the best of him and he will tease you till you’re in the verge of tears.

⇾ He gets off on eating you out, and if he’s feeling particularly needy one day, he might even cum untouched.

⇾ “Arch your back a little more master, I want to see you wide open. Y-yes just like that, you’re doing so good”

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

⇾ He would put whipped cream in your pussy lips and then he would eat it, and then he would eat you out.

⇾ Beelzebub would bury his nose in your clothed pussy and would sniff it deeply, and he always does that without a fail when he goes down on you.

⇾ He’s the type to do absolutely everything he can to make you squirt, he drinks your juices like a starved man and loves to smear them all over your body, he’s that messy.

⇾ He’s the opposite of Satan, asphyxiate him with your thighs, push his head between your legs, he’s down for it.

⇾ He leaves a lot of hickeys and bite marks in your thighs, that’s his way of claiming you.

⇾ “If you could only look at you right now, you look so messy, but something’s missing, you know ? So go ahead and cum one for time for me”

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡

⇾ It’s expected that is hard to get Leviathan, the demon king of envy, to pleasure you and only you, but the only thing you have to do to make him eat you out is to praise him, just be careful to not use any praise that makes you sound superior that him, if you do, get a wheelchair.

⇾ He’s the biggest fan of 69, this because he feels jealous if you’re the only one being pleasured, but he also feels jealous if he’s not pleasuring you because that means that you are not feeling good and he’s doing a bad job and you might search for someone else to pleasure you. (Leviathan Math)

⇾ He tends to be selfish, so you’d better praise him or else he’ll get jealous and will eat you out very roughly just to vent up.

⇾ Choke him with your thighs and he’s cumming in his pants.

⇾ He has pretty and long hands, but he thinks that they look prettier when they’re entering your pussy rapidly, and he often eats you out while he fingers you.

⇾ “This is my cunt, you get it ? Only I can pleasure you and only I can make you feel this good, so stop being a slut and let me enjoy what’s mine”

#what in hell is bad x reader #whb #what in “hell” is bad?#whb beelzebub x reader #whb mammon x reader #whb satan x reader #whb leviathan x reader #whb x reader #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb mammon #whb satan #whb smut #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?

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luxthestrange · 4 months

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WHB Incorrect quotes#2 OUR BOOBS

F!Mc*Is wearing a crop top, feeling confident to wear it*Baby I don't understand, They are my boobs

Satan*From the other room*WAT!?

F!Mc: My boobs!

The Russian National anthem is put on speaker

Satan*Comes in with a Toy gun, Vodka, and a Ushanka on top of his head, Russian accent*' OUR BOOBS'

#whb #whb x reader #whb x mc #whb satan #whb satan x reader #whb satan x mc #female mc #what in hell is bad #whb fluff #whb incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 26 days

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Average ship war between the MC fanbase

*Paimon posted an edit of MC and Satan*

Paimon: They are the cuteeeeeeest!!!! Can't wait to see them kisssssss <3

*Gamigin and 3 others disliked that*

Gamigin: Actually, His Majesty Lucifer kissed them before. Plus, MC just went on a romantic date with him, he's clearly their favourite!

Paimon: Satan was the first demon that met MC, they're clearly closer togetherrrrr

Eligos: His Majesty Mammon is greacious enough to let MC live in other countries, but after all the contracts are broken, they'll move to Tartaros and marry him.

Gamigin: You guys are stupid! Who do you think heals all of MC's wounds, huh? Can his majesty Satan or Mammon fix broken bones or internal bleeding? I doupt they even know what hydrochloric acid even is?

Paimon: Now you're just rudeeeeee

Gamigin: Plus, his Majesty Satan is too short to be MC's type

Paimon: Check your dms

Eligos: If MC likes them tall, then clearly Mammon would be a perfect fit for them

Foras: Actually, Glasylabolas is taller

Eligos: I am in your walls

Foras: 😨

Dantalian: Fuck all of you roughly with a chainsaw, his majesty Asmodeus is the only king in hell that deserves MC's attention

Amon: You know, trying to bait death threats is very obvious

Dantalian: Hey! I still think Asmodeus would form a great couple with MC

Amon: Of course he would, he falls for every human with a pulse

Dantalian: Says the bootlicker of the eon. You were born kissing his majesty Beelzebub's ass

Amon: I wish

Dantalian: I hate you so much

*Paimon disabled comments on this post*

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb x reader #whb gamigin #whb paimon #whb eligos #whb amon #whb dantalian #whb mammon #whb lucifer #whb asmodeus #whb beelzebub #shipper au

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aratedfreyjablog · 3 months

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Squishmallow HC Kings ver.

When they find you hugging a gigantic squishmallow in your sleep. Reader/MC gender neutral!

Satan

Violence is going to be only thing in his mind when he sees you sleeping while holding a squishmallow

He’s going to be glaring and grinding his teeth at the squishmallow, regarding it as an angel incarnated from the heavens itself and imagining all the ways he can torture it in the worst and most terrible ways (most of them involving shredding and stuffing flying every where)

When not thinking about tormenting the squismallow, he would be trying to figure out what exactly it’s supposed to be. Like, he can tell it resembles some sort of animal on Earth but its head and body aren’t even separated! Hell, he would’ve felt a tiny bit better if its head and body were separated so he could rip it into two cleanly like he does with other stuffed animals! But what is that supposed to be!?

The only that’s stopping him from doing exactly everything he’s wanting to do was the fact knowing it was one of your precious keepsakes back on Earth and has been giving you comfort during your stay in Hell

That and he finds the image cute of you hugging some sort of stuffed animal in your sleep

Don’t get him wrong though, the minute he finds an opportunity, it’s gone. Dead. Done.

He’s going to remember what it had done to him and have it pay the price once he gets a chance.

In the meantime, he opts to leaving you to sleep and climb into your bed

He hugs you from the back, pulling you closer to himself and snuggling his face into your head as if rubbing his scent on you will assert his dominance over the thing and show you were his

He’s petty enough to give you a hard time over the whole thing the next morning by making you incapable of walking out of bed for breakfast

Beezelbub

Sort of shows a similar reaction as Satan where it starts off with him either dragging his cigarette longer and harder compared to normal if having one or being devoid of expression with arms crossed as he simply stares at the scene of you hugging the squishmallow in your sleep

He does feel puzzled by it and tilts his head side to side to try to figure out what it is while taking a quick picture because, even he admits, the scene is 100% cute and blackmail material

But this whole thing doesn’t last long, probably 2 minutes at best

Remember, once he puts his mind into something, he’s going to be sticking to it. And that thing stole the spot that’s reserved for him and only him. As if he’s going to leave it alone and let it stay in his spot

There isn’t any hesitation when he walks closer to you and casually yet quietly rips the squishmallow out of your arms before he quickly slides into your arms without waking you up

It does satisfy him a bit when the squishmallow hits the wall across from your bed before falling face-down on the floor

He holds you tightly and calms himself down by smelling your scent from the top of your head

He may even choose to secretly mark you in a couple of places along your upper body since if he went any lower, it'll definitely wake you up

Now there’s two options he can choose from:

If he chooses to stay the whole night, he’s going give you a hard time in the morning by “reminding” you who exactly is yours

If not, he’s going to take the squishmallow with him as he leaves to give it a special disposable treatment or draw bunch of doodles all over its face and body to make it ugly and no longer charming in your eyes without guilt

Leviathan

Oh boy, you better prepare yourself because if you thought Beel and Satan were bad, this demon takes the whole cake

He will know whether or not someone or something other himself was in your arms and he will not react well to it

And that’s exactly what is happening when he catches you hugging some sort of abomination in your sleep

There’s none of the whole contemplation or staring - The second he sees it and at where it is, he yanks the squishmallow out of your arms without caring whether it tears or not and hangs it by its nonexistent neck tightly to the point it looks it’ll burst

He doesn’t even care if he wakes you up when he does it as his jealousy consumes him from the mere sight of something other than himself in your embrace

Because of this, this, too, has two options this can go:

If you don’t end up waking up from it, he’s going to contemplate whether or not to wake you only to choose to hold some restraint and let you sleep by yourself. But he does plan on giving you one of the worst mornings involving pain from mostly your spine all the way to your legs, that’s for sure

But if you wake up from the feeling of missing something while he’s still in your room, he’s not planning to let you go back to sleep and leave you alone until he calms down and feel that he’s marked you or you marked him enough so that you won’t ever look or touch anyone or anything other than himself

No matter which option you choose, say goodbye to the squishmallow because he does take it with him and utterly destroys it no matter if it’s precious to you or not.

Mammon

He’s the only one amongst the four that decides peace was an option and doesn’t show a visceral reaction over the squishmallow

Because he was the one that gave the idea to humans to create the stuffed toy, despite not knowing what it is, he thinks he’s the one that gave it permission to be graced for the night while sleeping in your arms. Though, he does think he could’ve given you something better…

But if it gives you comfort during your stay in Hell, that’s fine. That's a free service that he’s willing to offer as a means to persuade you into becoming a permanent resident.

Despite finding the image of you hugging such a massive squishmallow endearing as it reminds him of how you hug him in your sleep, he does feel disgruntled over the fact he got replaced

No matter though, he’s bigger than the squishmallow in every single way. That works to his advantage along him being a living being that pleases you in all aspects including pleasure. So, there’s no competition whatsoever

It doesn’t mean he won’t join you in bed. He climbs in and pulls you into his chest from the front, squishing the squishmallow to the point one might pitifully think it’s suffocating

In fact, when you wake up the next morning, you’re the one feeling jealous seeing that you missed out to being the one that gets squished

Of course this leads to morning playtime once he senses this as you throw the squishmallow out of the bed and dive straight to something that’s much softer and squishier

#what in hell is bad #whb #headcanon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb mammon #whb satan #whb x reader #whb x mc

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ghostqiu · 3 months

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helping the demon kings while they’re sick ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و

#im just a TEENY bit obsessed with whb rn…#couldn’t stop myself from doodling them after reading sumth q-q #I FEEL LIKE SUCH A CHEATER IM SORRY OBEY ME BOYS #whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb x reader

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etheries1015 · 5 months

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Three Andrealphus headcannons I had while at work today:

Thinking about Andrealphus not realizing how short you are.

He's pretty tall himself, and the first time he met you when expecting solomon, his hands shot...some length above your head. You bit your lip and tried not to laugh as he tilted his head in confusion, his hands waving in the air attempting to find your face he believed would be at least a foot above your actual head.

"I'm going to grab your hands now," you warned the blind demon, "and lead you to my face." You gently grab hold of his hands, him jolting is slight surprise at how small they felt compared to what he was expecting. And once you lowered his touch to cup your cheeks, his jaw practically hit the ground.

"How could you possibly be so small...?" He asked, taking his time using his slender fingers to feel out the shape of your face, your eyes, lips, and nose. You chuckled and replied,

"I guess you can say...I got the short end of the stick in the gene pool."

He definitely marveled at your height for a few minutes.

his love languages are definitely physical touch and words of affirmation 10000% .

Teaching him piano. You sat next to him on the bench, guiding his fingers with your own teaching him the placement of the keys.

"Do you feel these keys? The elevated ones?" He nodded in response, "These are black keys. They are spaced like so- a group of three, and a group of two-" you went on to explain how he could feel the notes based on the black keys positions, and managed to teach him something simple. It was a nice little hobby for him to pick up.

Bonus: his favorite thing to do is be near you as you play piano, sitting on the bench next to you, hand also against the wood of the piano to feel the vibrations of the keys shaking the instrument whilst he listened to you play.

#whb #whb andrealphus #what in hell is bad andrealphus #what in hell is bad #andrealphus x reader #whb x reader #whb headcannon #whb fanfic #whb Andrealphus X reader

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r0-boat · 2 days

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might i request ur thoughts on cock warming the whb kings + amon perhaps

Bark bark bark cockwarming!!!

Aaa

Whb Kings+Amon

Cockwarming reaction!

NSFW mdni

You ended up tying him down because he didn't want to be a good boy and sit there patiently.

Satan

To his credit, he did last for a little while. You heard all the delicious sounds he made while his hands roamed and groped your body. It felt good at first. A feeling he had never felt before, their walls snug around his cock; he felt so warm, so hard. But after a while, it became agony. Especially when you would clench around him; you felt so good... All he wanted to do was move. He was gritting his teeth, grumbling in protest when you would discipline him for pushing his hips against you.

Oh yeah he can get behind this, He can't stop running his fingers over the little bulge in your tummy from his big heavy cock nothing right up against your warm walls. Look at you sitting pretty in his lap your ass on display for him to grab. And the best part is, He could admire all his possessions while you use him like one.

Mammon

You're 100% in control of this large beast of a man, even though it really doesn't feel like it. Especially when his big cock stretches you so good even when you're not moving, every twitch makes you clench and gasp.

This is terrible! But it's so good. Oh Fuck- you're clenching! And his eyes are rolling back. It hurts so good! He doesn't even remember the last time he has been this hard. Hes fucking throbbing. That you feel so warm. Every slightest movement which he hates so much, because it's not fair! He's so jealous that you're still allowed to move your hips even though he can't move it all. But he can't tell you to stop. Because when you do move ever so slightly, that painful, heated pleasure hits him tenfold. He's losing his mind and it's your fault! He's almost at his limit if you move one more time, He's going to throw you down and fuck you till you pass out.

Leviathan

What the fuck, is this torture?! Please!! Please move he'll do anything!! Beel is whimpering begging moaning for you to move your hips. Tied down with no real way to move, He realized on you for his pleasure; too bad you're a sick and twisted human!!

Beelzebub

You feel so good, so tight, so warm. He wants more!! He needs more! Like Satan you had to tie him down and he still tries to move his hips. Acting more like a beast than a devil his eyes glazed over with lust. There was nothing left but hunger has he still tries to struggle and break the binding so he could fully have you.

His nose nuzzling into your shoulder, His arms wrapped tightly around you pulling you against his naked body, his hand slowly roaming every part of your body feeling every part of your soft comfy skin as he lays against it like a pillow. His cock at home deep inside you, so warm so soft.

Amon

"mmh So good for me."He murmurs against your neck. He could fall asleep like this. He wishes all of his naps were like this.

Now that he knows that something like this exists. That he could just stay inside you for however long he wants; fucking you and resting at the same time, that he could fall asleep and feel this good at the same time.

He wants to have you on his cock always. When you're sitting down next to him Amon will rap an arm around you pulling you closer. Trying to convince you to warm his cock for a while.

So sinful, how is he supposed to pay attention to his paperwork while you're sitting so pretty in his lap. You're so small and you fit around him so good. Your skin is so soft. The softest thing he have ever felt in his life as an angel and a devil. With his arm wrapped around you his head buried in your hair the pen scrabbling on the paper begins to slow. A whimper escapes his throat as he tries to grind himself deeper.

Lucifer

"You're not supposed to move."You say with a cute smile that's sinful looking your eye that he is grown to love.

#smut #whb beelzebub #whb satan #whb #what in hell is bad #whb x reader #whb lucifer #whb leviathan #whb amon #smut otome #adult otome game #whb fanfic #whb headcanons #whb x mc #what in “hell” is bad?

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sophiethewitch1 · 8 months

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A Dramatic Irony

A/n: Trying to combat writer's block so I decided to do this little drabble. Spoilers for the WHB prologue, and also includes my theory that MC will turn out to be God in some form or capacity. Because why the hell else would the angels turn over to our side?

GAME IS 18+ THIS DRABBLE ISN'T, BUT EVEN THE PROLOGUE HAS ADULT CONTENT! MINORS PLEASE BE SENSIBLE!!!

“So, it was you? This whole time?” His lips graze against your throat. He’s warm, of course he is. All that holy light spilling out? He’s so warm it’s almost uncomfortable.

Everything about this is uncomfortable, really. But of course, like always, you’re at the centre of it. Of every situation, from the depths of hell to the cloudy tops of heaven.

“I’m not Him,” you grit out, your body shivering. You don’t dare move. Not with Gabriel, the man who had sworn to kill you, who had chased you over hell with armies of feathered fiends, with his teeth at your jugular.

It doesn’t matter the way he shakes just the same as you. It doesn’t matter that his fingers skim delicately - reverently - across your stomach. It doesn’t matter that those eyes that before looked at you with absolutely nothing inside, now seemed to overflow. With love, obsession.

You know, before all this, you’d been an atheist. Before an unholy angel had crawled out of your computer and a righteous demon had saved you and your best friend’s life, you had thought God couldn’t exist. That the world couldn’t be so cruel if someone like Him truly did exist. That your childhood wouldn’t be mired in tragedy, that you wouldn’t struggle to get out of bed every day. That you wouldn’t have to blink away flashes of the scent of copper and soap.

And of course, then you’d made a deal with the devil. You’d gone to hell. You’d broken countless contracts, and warred against heaven. You’d had to fight for every second of your life, and you’d done it bitterly, angrily.

Angry at this God that had disappeared, and angry at His stupid mistake of making every angel madly in love with him. Angry at how He never thought of the consequences of his actions, of how He never imagined a world He wouldn’t exist in. How just by your birth, you’d been destined to suffer. How your parents would have died no matter what, how you would always have had to walk this thorny path.

How He never seemed to consider what could happen when you created one of the strongest beings in the universe and forgot to give them a fucking moral compass.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, ignoring your words. His too-warm body crowding in too close to yours, as your fists curl against his chest, desperately trying to push him away. It’s no use because no matter what’s in your blood, you aren’t strong enough - what is Solomon’s, and what is His.

Because, apparently, those stupid mistakes you’d cursed God for, were yours.

“I’m not Him,” you repeat, hands moving to claw at his throat. He doesn’t react beyond a small sigh of pleasure, curling into your touch like a cat in the sun. “I’m not Him. I don’t have His memories. I’m not Him.”

“I told you, didn’t I? I didn’t have any negative feelings towards you. I’m sorry, I’ll fix it. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Please, just let me stay by your side?”

It’s such a strange dichotomy. The angel who sees this as a beautiful, miraculous reunion. And you, who sees this a tragedy. One you could never escape. The angel from before, swinging his scythe at your throat, and the one who now presses plush lips against that same skin. It’s too ironic, isn’t it? It just can’t be true. It just doesn’t make any sense.

“I don’t want you by my side,” you sob, but he just shushes you, pressing kisses against your head and across your face. He licks up your tears, groaning at the taste.

It’s too cruel. You have to wonder if the old you, the one you can’t remember, ran from this.

His hands tighten around your waist. It doesn’t really matter what happened before, because you know you won’t be able to run this time.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb gabriel #what in hell is bad gabriel #whb x reader #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #whb gabriel x reader

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astrobolical · 6 months

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To make you forget, if only for a while

How the kings (Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub) alleviate your fears and worries, at least for a little while— as best they can, and in their own unique ways.

I love the utter filth that comes from this game, but sometimes a little fluff is welcome, too. If this does okay, I may see about doing some of the other devils as well.

Also yes, I do fully believe that there’s no way Leviathan doesn’t have a larger source of water in his home— his bathtub just being his favourite— it’s not as though he’s going out to find any.

Oh, and I went with “Bell” as Beelzebub’s nickname, as it’s what Mammon calls him in Chapter 3.

Content Warnings: Mildly Suggestive (Mostly Beelzebub), devil behaviours, brief mentions of alcohol, brief & mild mentions of depression, (lightly described) anxiety

Reader: Gender Neutral

Your voice had fallen silent, trailing behind the trio in front of you— and Satan cursed himself as he came to realize far too slowly that you’d withdrawn. His steps slowed, turning his head to see just what had garnered your attention… but was left with a foul taste in his mouth as he discerned what exactly it was. Your eyes were gazing down a street visible from where you were, seeing the frantic devils working tirelessly to restore or save their homes and businesses. Fires were being quelled, devils saved from rubble— trying their best to survive. Satan knew, however, that you weren’t simply watching, he could see how your eyes watered, bordering on tears, as you walked helplessly along.

In your racing mind Satan knew that you were blaming yourself entirely, allowing yourself to wallow and drown in the guilt that had begun to eat away. The look in your solemn eyes told him everything— it was a darkness he was all too familiar with, one that gripped him often, one that was difficult to escape from, especially alone. He wanted to stop, to tell you that none of this was your burden to bear, that not a single citizen of Gehenna would ever blame you. You hadn’t asked for any of this, hadn’t wished for an angel and Satan himself to whisk you away into chaos.

Yet all the same he knew those doubts and worries would not be easily assuaged, that your mind would inevitably take his words and discard them as if they were worth nothing. No matter how sincere they may be.

No, Satan knew that words were simply not enough, not for this— not for the gravity of the weight you felt on your shoulders as you looked out into the destruction and havoc. Instead, he decided, quite quickly, on another course of action that always helped him when he needed it the most.

His pace halted entirely, not having to wait long before you bumped carelessly into his back, not realizing he’d come to a full stop in your stupor.

“Satan?” You questioned, breaking free from whatever thoughts had held you. “Did something happen?” You glanced towards Sitri, as if trying to see if he’d heard someone approaching, or trouble nearby, but he shook his head.

“No,” He placed his hand atop your head, smoothing your hair out gently. “Nothing’s changed… I just think we need a break.”

You pouted, studying his eyes and expression. “A break? I’m fine…” You lied through your teeth— he’d already learned your little human quirks, at least partially.

Your protests, however, went unlistened to, and you were given no more time to voice your concerns. Satan pulled you close, holding you around your waist as he had so many times before and started down an unfamiliar alleyway. Not once did he look back to ensure your companions were following, knowing that they, too, completely understood the situation— you however, felt lost.

He led you, primarily, through the alleys and side streets you hadn’t yet seen, keeping away from the carnage you’d been surrounded by. His pace was quick, determined, keeping you against him as he trekked. You couldn’t quite grasp the sudden change of plans and direction, but your trust in Satan allowed you to relax and follow him as best you could (though you were sure without his arm around you, you’d have stumbled multiple times already). You knew that Satan would never harm you, not intentionally.

And, as expected, your intuition was correct and your trust well placed. There was not a single sign of danger where you now found yourself. In fact, it appeared more like a safe haven, mostly left untouched by the chaos that the angels had wreaked upon Gehenna.

It reminded you of the bar that you’d stopped in to rest before, though even more lively. It was larger, decorated with more lavish designs and furniture. Within were dozens of devils, relaxing and laughing with one another— and each and every one rejoiced when their king came through the door. Shouts and hollers, an energetic flurry of motion as they led your ragtag group further into the depths of the building. Not once did Satan release his hold on you.

It warmed your heart to see how joyous his people were just to see him. Though, it alarmed you quite readily when their joy, energy, and questions were also turned towards you. They offered everyone drinks, began to loudly tell you all manner of stories from their lives here in Hell. It as a flurry of motion, of attention and an infectiously rambunctious attitude— a wonderful and welcome feeling, compared to the ghastly reminders just outside.

Satan and Sitri — and even Ppyong— joined in on the revelry, encouraging the energies around them and rallying the morale. Unlike the last visit to a bar that you’d had, this time it was simply for fun and leisure. Satan kept you steady on his lap throughout the whole affair, hand idly massaging your sides or your thigh. You could feel his gaze on you every now and then, though each time you glanced back you were met with a shockingly gentle smile, and encouragement to pay more attention to his people.

He kept any grabby hands at bay, and a few were sent flying with a well-placed kick upon their weaker frames— though this did little to quell them, if anything it had only added to their adoration. Though you noted that with each attempt to get just a little too close to you, his hold would grow a little tighter, he’d pull you more fully into his lap and against him with a snarl.

You hadn’t laughed as much as you did then in what felt like your entire life— hadn’t met so many new faces, or heard such crazy tales, each one more absurd than the last. You leaned back into Satan, nestling yourself close to his warmth and comfort. When he turned to glance your way you stole a kiss from his parted lips— choosing to ignore the whoops and calls of the others in the room— and caught him off guard.

His eyes were wide as you leaned towards his ear. “Thank you,” You murmured, so quiet you were sure that only he (and perhaps Sitri) could hear. “For bringing me here, Satan.” You knew how much he cared for the denizens of Gehenna, how much he treasured and valued each and every one of them. And you’d realized that’s exactly why he’d brought you to such a place, at such a dire time.

In your moment of heartbreak and darkness, he’d brought you to them. To a place you were sure he’d probably often escaped to himself when his mind spiraled and he couldn’t quell it alone. He was showing you that these devils could be your safe space as well, your light out of the darkness that plagued your heart.

His people were his respite, and now they were yours as well.

This king of Hell had done so much for you, in such a short time… saved you more times than you cared to count— so you allowed yourself to enjoy his, and his people’s, company well into the night. Until the drinks finally slowed, and he’d ushered you to a place to rest on the upper floor. It was then that he returned the kiss you’d stolen earlier, with fervour, as if imploring you to realize that you were never alone in this.

He was alarmed— his gut telling him something was amiss, even if he wasn’t quite sure what it may be. Mammon knew only that it had to do with that faraway look within your eyes, almost as if you were looking through the brilliant gold around you rather than at it— it was not admiration, not his coveted greed, it was nothing. Mammon couldn’t understand why you weren’t pleased with your surroundings, or what all you may be thinking… just that he didn’t like it.

He wanted you to look around and desire it, to want the world despite knowing that it was already yours, as he was. He loved to see your eyes alight with a fiery passion, your heart just as full… but somehow you had fallen far, right under his nose. A human folly, he was certain, and not one he had ever encountered. Yet this? This he did not want, he did not covet this new experience, this new emotion. He wanted to be rid of it.

Mammon lifted you with ease, and without warning, breaking your senseless focus immediately, drawing you towards him effortlessly. You clung to him in surprise, steadying yourself though you knew that to Mammon you weighed nothing— he’d proven that already. You wound your arms around his neck, legs finding purchase on his hips, exclaiming his name in your surprise. His strength always amazed you— then again, he was simply amazing overall.

His silence continued as he pressed a warm kiss against your forehead, holding you close with one arm, while pulling your head closer with the other before it settled on your cheek. Your face flushed pink, dumbfounded at the gentle touches he’d graced you with.

His deep voice rumbled as he spoke, and pressed against him as you were you couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of the vibrations. “What is bothering you, MC?” He questioned, eyes that looked like molten gold peering into yours with concern.

You stared back, silent, unsure how to answer— or if you even should. You worried your lower lip with your teeth as you pondered, not missing the way his eyes flicked downwards at the motion, how he held you a little more tightly. “Nothing,” you finally relented, though accompanied by a forced smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes. “I’m alright.”

Mammon did not know doubt, or lies— you knew that your words alone would calm him, come as a reassurance that there was nothing to worry over. And you told yourself that you would do better to keep your worries hidden. A white lie, you decided, was the better way to go.

Even if the weight of all the events thus far was pressing down around you, exerting more pressure with each new battle you found yourself surrounded by.

Yet, despite your reassurance, Mammon’s brows furrowed, and he shook his head. “…While I do not know—or even understand— doubt, MC, I know that there is something wrong. I just know.”

He looked pained as his eyes bore into yours, unyielding as he studied your expressions. His grip became a little tighter as he sighed. “Can you not trust me?”

The question made your breath hitch, and you shook your head rapidly. “I trust you!” You reassured, your heart wrenching at his assumption. Of course you trusted Mammon— with everything in you, you did. You just didn’t want to burden him with your worries, your fears, and your guilt. You’d buried it so deeply within you throughout your journey that you’d thought that maybe you’d somehow escaped it… but it had consumed you the moment you’d finally attempted to rest, comforted by the massive devil’s presence. “I do. It’s just… it’s nothing, really. I’m just worrying over everything that’s happening here in Hell— if Satan hadn't saved me…”

His eyes widened, and his forehead bunted against your own. “Never think that way, MC. Nothing here is your fault— and there is no devil in Hell that thinks that it is.”

“Everyone is ecstatic that you’re here— even more than when they see me!” He continued, placing slow, soft kisses on your face between each breath.

You knew he was right, deep down. That if it hadn’t been you, another descendent of Solomon could have just as easily ignited it all. It wasn’t your burden to bear, just as much as it wasn’t Mammon’s. Whatever happened to God — the event that had earned the angel’s ire— was still a mystery.

You sighed, your eyes glossy as you looked up at him once more. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

“No need for apologies.” He straightened again, adjusting his grip on your bottom. “Just tell me when these thoughts plague you, and I will reassure you of every worry— I am yours, after all. You have me at your side to deal with whatever you feel you can’t. You are the only being to ever have this, the only one I’ll ever give it to.”

He grinned, sharp canines glinting in the light that shone into the room from the elegant (yet gaudy) golden windows, and you couldn’t help but smile— genuinely, this time. “Thanks, Mammon. I’ll keep that in mind.” It was strange, you thought, that he could so easily clear your mind with his promises alone… but when you looked at him, it also wasn’t hard to see why. He was powerful, confident— and he so proudly declared himself yours it was difficult to not believe him, to rely on him. “Aren’t you getting tired of holding me up, though?”

Your attempt to change the subject earned you a hearty laugh, that shook you in his arms. “Never!” As if taking your words as a challenge he tossed you upwards before catching you just as effortlessly, before securing you once again against him. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll parade you around Tartaros to prove it.”

“Please, don’t!” You laughed, though you could see that he was absolutely considering his own words. “Mammon!”

“It would do you well to go out— and you can still rest as long as you’re in my arms.” You hit his chest, grumbling about how impossible he was— but there was little you could do to stop him from walking out the door, with you still held close. Though, despite your protests, you really didn’t mind— Mammon was right, seeing the devils of Tartaros going about their daily lives, seeing their smiling faces as they saw their king, and you… it really would do you good.

And, though you didn’t give him the pleasure of telling him, being held by Mammon was the safest place you felt you could be. Untouchable, secure, and comforted by his warmth.

Even if it was still a bit embarrassing.

Your mind was elsewhere, lost deep within unwanted thoughts that forced their way through despite any efforts to hinder them. Leviathan, in a way, couldn’t fault you for it— you were only human, and your entire world had been upturned and threatened. But Leviathan himself was at your side, seated just an arms length away— could you not even consider him a worthy distraction? Surely his presence alone should earn your gaze, at least? Yet your eyes were staring at the floor, your brows furrowed.

It irked him, stirring feelings in his heart that made his eyes narrow and fists clench— especially when he wondered just what it was you would finally use to alleviate whatever thoughts you were unable to escape. Whoever, or whatever, it may have been, even if imaginary, made envy seep through him.

Had he not proven he would go to great lengths for you already, without question? He’d even gone outside of the sanctity of his home for you, protected you from angels at the cost of his own wellbeing.

He sucked in a breath, steadying himself from whatever spiral he himself had nearly fallen into— now was not the time, not when he could simply take your attention for himself and eliminate the threats from the equation altogether. Motioning with lithe fingers, ropes quickly fell from the inky darkness of the ceiling above, entangling you despite your surprised protest. At least you’d called his name in your alarm.

The ropes dragged you closer to him— surprisingly gentle— and you wondered what his plan was, recalling just how pleasurable it could be to be bound before this devil king. Yet only your jaw was slowly traced by a singular long finger, no further touches gracing your skin. Instead his pale eyes met yours, contemplative. He did not seem exceptionally angry or upset, in fact he appeared oddly calm for having called on his favoured ability.

And then he stood, sighing, leaving you where you were. “Come, then.” He spoke, a chill running through your spine— from suspense or anticipation, you weren’t sure. Yet despite ordering you to follow, he hadn’t intended to give you a choice to begin with, the strong ropes moving you for him, just behind (but so, so careful not to damage your frail, human skin).

He spoke nothing of where he was taking you, barely acknowledging that you were with him at all. At times his intense gaze met yours, as if checking on your wellbeing — though you surmised it was to ensure your attention was on him, as he wanted.

Any complaints you had, though, died on your tongue the moment he opened large double doors with a wave of his hand, and you were greeted with a marvelous sight that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

Within it was not quite the same castle-like structures you’d come to know, it was somehow more cavernous while still retaining its elegance. In the center was a pool, of sorts, though if you were to describe it properly it was more akin to a man-made (devil-made?) lake within the confines of Leviathan’s estate. The water’s surface was reflecting all across the walls and every item it could reach, creating a beautiful, moving pattern that was hard to tear your eyes away from.

You wondered if you should really feel as surprised as you do, that he had such a place tucked away, being as fond of water as Leviathan was.

“Very few have been here, Child of Solomon. I don’t allow it.” He spoke bluntly, those agile fingers motioning for your freedom (and oh, you knew what else those hands could do). “But,” He continued, turning to face you. “It appears you need something to distract you. Come.”

His hand extended towards you, waiting impatiently for you to take it, and despite your surprise and tentativeness you did just that. He led you towards the waters, still fully clothed and unperturbed. “Wait— shouldn’t I get a bathing suit, or something?”

He stopped, a quizzical look upon his beautiful features. “If you must worry about your clothes, just remove them.” As if assuming you would do just that he released your hand as quickly as he’d taken it, stepping into the water without waiting any longer for you to decide.

It wasn’t hard to see he belonged there, his pale skin practically glowing in an ethereal light. Soon enough he vanished into the depths, only to resurface a ways away, floating lazily despite the weight of his clothing.

Hastily you joined him, donning only your undergarments (not quite as confident within such deep waters while being weighed down). Yet when his hands were on you you knew that even if you even began to sink towards the bottom, he’d keep you afloat with ease. “You’re only the second outside of myself I’ve allowed in here.”

“…Why?” You murmured, enjoying the feel of the small, cool waves on your skin.

“Because it’s mine.” A simple answer, blunt as always. “But … so are you. So I don’t mind you being here, as long as your attention is on me, MC.”

Your heart felt warm as you realized how much you meant to him— that he would break his own comforts for your own, in a way. Even if it was borne from wanting your attention only on him and nothing else. “Sorry, Leviathan,” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which met with a strong hand pulling you closer to him. “For being so distracted before. Thank you for showing me this.”

He hummed in response, more taken with your body in his arms than with your gratitude— though you could very easily see he enjoyed it.

He’d succeeded in claiming your attention, keeping it upon himself with ease now that you were reminded that not everything in your situation was a bad thing. That you had devils like Leviathan at your side, and that they would do anything to assist you. Leviathan, who so rarely let others in but who opened himself to you without thought or hesitance.

Even if Leviathan’s needy hands barely gave you a moment’s rest, itching for your touch at every turn. You’d give him everything he wanted— how could you deny him, after all?

The room felt as though it was nearly split down the center as Beelzebub glanced around— on one side was the chatter and planning, a tense atmosphere of grumbling devils attempting to decide what to do… on the other, was you. Around you was quiet, abnormally so— the devils had let you be, he supposed it was to give you time to breathe and catch up with everything that had transpired.

Yet to Beelzebub, you simply looked pitiful, too sad for his liking. Your eyes were staring blankly out the window, sitting idly and unmoving on the sill. Yet you weren’t really looking at anything, your eyes barely moving even when there was an outburst on the other side of the room, or a bird flew by your window.

Clearly, despite what the others may think, you didn’t need time to yourself to breathe. In fact, it seemed as though leaving you to your own devices was only making things worse in that little human mind of yours. And, being who he is, Beelzebub was more than willing to bend the rules and expectations just to make you smile again.

He could sense Bael’s cautious yet curious gaze on his back— unwilling to believe that his king would simply sit idly. And he wasn’t wrong, really. Yet Beelzebub didn’t do anything immediately, instead standing and making his way over towards you rather languidly, lazily as though he just wanted to banter with you—despite being told to leave you be.

You didn’t react to his approach, or even seem to hear his intentionally loud footsteps, utterly lost in whatever thoughts were plaguing you. If this were another time, or he were any other devil, it may have been concerning how unaware you were of your surroundings in an unfamiliar environment— even if it was safe.

However, he was not another devil, and was still Beelzebub. He looked at this, instead, like an opportunity he simply couldn’t let go of and let pass by. In one swift motion you were hoisted upwards, a garbled noise of surprise escaping you as you were thrown over a strong shoulder. His hand kept you steady, lying comfortably on your lower back (if a little lower than necessary). Instinctively you reached out to grip anything you could to ground yourself, hands clinging to whatever you could reach on him. You knew that no matter how irresponsible Beelzebub may be, he would never drop you, but it was still difficult to settle when you’re quite literally thrown like a sack of potatoes.

“Let’s go out and play, MC.” His voice was a purr, adjusting you quickly before the others could react and taking off out the door with a surprising burst of speed— you hadn’t even known he could move that quickly!

There was chaos behind you near immediately, and you could see the others— particularly Bael— preparing to stop their quick-footed king from escaping, especially with you in tow. However, as much as the efforts were doubled by your presence, they were also incredibly hindered, not wanting to harm you in any way while attempting to stop the ever-troublesome man.

“Bell!” You protested, though he could hear your insincerity within your voice, a bubble of laughter escaping you at the audacity of the unanticipated situation you’d found yourself in. “Where are we even going?!”

The gloom that had surrounded you already began to crumble, and he laughed as he replied. “Somewhere fun!” He didn’t elaborate, however, as he dealt with the devils in his way, deftly outmaneuvering them.

Looking back once more, you couldn’t help but pity Bael, seeing now what it was he dealt with, but at the same time you were thankful for Beelzebub and his free spirited nature. You’d forgotten that, though the situation was incredibly serious, you were still allowed to have fun.

Almost as quickly as it had begun, the chaos came to a close, Beelzebub successful in his escape, and you now safely hugged within his arms after he’d set your feet back down securely to the ground. His grin was positively infectious as you took a step back from him, and you had to stifle your laughter. “There!” He exclaimed, fixing your hair idly as he spoke. “Now, let’s find someplace fun to waste some time in. Let’s let loose, MC.”

Grasping your hand he pulled you along through the streets, searching out a familiar haunt that would be filling in with devils soon. He didn’t pay mind to the confused looks he got along the way, loudly talking with you all the while. He didn’t let you rest until you’d arrived at wherever it was that he’d thought of.

The rooms were dimly lit, but there was a well-stocked bar at the far end of the largest one, the music blaring from speakers already despite guests just beginning to filter in. It wasn’t terribly large, more quaint than you’d expected for Beelzebub, but it was clear he was a common sight there, as no one batted an eye in his direction as he led you further in.

You clung to him as the crowd steadily grew, unwilling to be parted from your guide— and it wasn’t as though you disliked touching Beelzebub, either. There were certainly no complaints from him, either, as his hands groped and prodded your body in return. It wasn’t long before he led you to the dance floor, where his hands explored more boldly, front pressed against your back as you swayed to the music.

You knew it didn’t matter if you were any good at dancing, Beelzebub simply wanted you to lose yourself to the music, and more importantly with him.

It wasn’t difficult to persuade you, letting his body guide your movements, losing yourself to his touch and the vibrations in your body from the sounds around you and the mesmerizing lights.

You could hear his praises when his hot breath ghosted by the shell of your ear, sharp teeth toying with the cartilage. His lips finding your neck, his hands dipping lower— it was so easy to lose yourself with Beelzebub, that your worries melted away. Not even the inevitable repercussions that were to come from your escape could bother you.

You were thankful for how carefree the king who held you was, that he’d decided to encourage it within you, too.

Though you weren’t sure how long you were among those on the dance floor before Beelzebub inevitably led you towards the dark bathroom, your bodies barely parted for a moment. You locked the door behind the two of you, opting to lose yourself to him in another way, even if someone heard you.

#what in hell is bad #whb #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb Satan #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb Satan x reader #whb leviathan x reader #whb mammon x reader #whb Beelzebub x reader #whb x reader #what in hell is bad x reader #~take time to relax #the brain rot is so real #is it bad I want to write for Gabriel?

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rae-pss · 4 months

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . whb as silly cat pics with texts.

beelzebub and bael when their crush is close.

lucifer and michael enjoyers.

leviathan and mammon enjoyers.

half the fandom when the characters appear on screen and do anything.

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angelltheninth · 1 month

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Who of the WHB boys (not just the kings) do you think would be best for a vanilla/romantic reader?

That's a good question cause all these guys are pretty unhinged.

Pairing: Lucifer, Mammon, Stolas, Amon, Minhyeok x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, flirting, cuddling, kissing, romantic dates

A/N: This is definitely a game for the more kinky types but I think vanilla can work too.

Lucifer is romantic and can be vanilla but you have to expect it to be with ulterior motives. He won't shy away from his kink but he doesn't have to be cruel or rough to make you cry, there are so many other ways, ones that he explored less and as such are fun for him. Making you cry while eating your pussy and telling you how much he loves this, only to then mix your tears and your cum as he licks your face.

Mammon only gets romantic with you when he you beg him to. It's not something he can profit from in some way, it doesn't have to be with money. But while he is in romantic mode he will be the most romantic boyfriend you've ever had, even making you joke that you need to pay to see his secret cute side, which he denies, but can't say no to the potential rewards.

Stolas may not be very vanilla but he can be incredibly romantic when he's in your company, and only when he's in your company for he has a reputation to uphold. Every time you visit him he's being a gentleman towards you, only letting his more kinky self loose behind closed doors. In public he will engage in lots of kissing, so much that your lips end up perfectly swollen to suck his cock later.

Amon pulls you onto him every morning and rubs his morning wood against you, gently easing your panties to the side. The final decision is yours if you want to have sex or jus engage in some cockwarming with him. Both are fine with him since it's too early to do anything crazy and he knows you're not too fond of that anyway so your more vanilla attitude suits his sleepy nature very well.

Minhyeok is the most understanding of you wanting to take things vanilla and romantic. Makes many romantic dates, with lots of talking about having sex but not doing it until you make the first move. Even while you're bouncing on his cock he's still giving you the most romantic things he can think of, reassuring you that he loves you the way you are.

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pinkgy · 5 months

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𝗪𝗛𝗕 !

𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

GN! Reader + slight mentions of female anatomy.

𝗖𝗧: Choking, Breath Play, Impact Play, Slapping, Size Kink, Degradation, Praise Kink, Olfactophilia, Edging, Overstimulation, Oral (Giving/Receiving), 69, Cum Play, …

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

↝ He’s a Switch, but it depends on many factors, for example, if you get particularly angry at something one day, he will rail you for h o u r s, but if you tease him enough and in a particular way, he will become all whiny and needy.

↝ Slap him in the face while you’re riding him, slap him with all your might and he’s ruining you.

↝ Satan in general likes rough play, both receiving and giving, and he’s a sucker for power play, that’s one of his biggest turn ons.

↝ Satan will intentionally tease you just to make you angry, he’s favorite technique for this is to edge you, if it’s during foreplay, better for him, worse for you, because he’s doing this nonstop until he feels like you’re angry enough.

↝ Between the kings he’s probably the least shameless one, he prefers to keep things private between you two, he does not like to touch you while having others watching you both because just the mere thought of others desiring you gets to his nerves, in private … that’s another thing.

↝ Sex with him is the second messiest between the kings, he doesn’t give a fuck about anything, everything is everywhere, he’s touching you everywhere and you’re doing it everywhere (he’s also a messy eater, but that’s something for another post)

↝ Sometimes Satan gets too immersed in fucking you that he completely forgets about his surroundings and he’s only focused on reaching his own high, that’s why a safe word with him is of extreme importance and he repeats it to you multiple times during sex.

↝ Kinks: Spanking, Power Play, Degradation, Praise Kink (receiving), Oral (Giving), Cum Play, Edging (Giving/Receiving), Rough Play, Toys.

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

↝ Mammon is a pleasure Dom that sometimes gets too greedy and becomes a Hard Dom.

↝ Most of the time he doesn’t even care if he doesn’t cum, All that matters to him is that his master feels the best and that he does the best job he can to make that happen.

↝ He’s a sucker for eating ass, he can cum just by doing that.

↝ His greed sometimes shows up a little to much and he ends up bossing you around, he doesn’t have bad intentions and you’re always free to say no, but sometimes he becomes too insistent and starts ordering you to do the weirdest things (this hc is a great idea for a fic, idk)

↝ He loves every position where he can hold your ass or where it’s visible to him, But to have it right in front of his face while at the same time you are sucking his dick (trying to) ? A dream come true.

↝ He’s damn good at foreplay, he has swore that he has to make you cum at least 3 times before fucking you just because he understands that it’s not easy to take him, and as I said before, for him your pleasure is the most important thing.

↝ Most of the time Mammon “accidentally”overstimulates you, he’s perfectly aware that you have already come 3 times on his cock in just minutes, but he, with the biggest shit eating grin in his face, goes harder.

↝ Kinks: Anal, Manhandling, Spanking, Praise (Giving), Thigh Riding, Gagging, Size Kink.

Bonus: he cums a lot.

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

↝ He’s Dominant, but is open to switching from time to time just to experiment.

↝ Sex with him is the messiest, Beelzebub makes a mess out of everything, you included, himself included, he l o v e s cumming all over your body, his favorite place is in your thighs.

↝ He always buries his face in your neck and inhales deeply every time he cums.

↝ He’s a thighs man, and he’s loyal to that, but he has a weakness for boobs, size doesn’t matter, he loves them, sometimes not even in a sexual way.

↝ Best oral giver in hell, he knows what he’s doing, and it just takes him a few minutes to know exactly every single weak spot you have, and not only that, he genuinely enjoys doing it, and can spend hours between your legs.

↝ He loves getting edged, and hates being overstimulated, but hates edging you, and loves overstimulating you.

↝ Beelzebub is a passive aggressive praiser, both physically and verbally, he’s that kind of person that says “you’re doing a great job slut” and to kiss you softly while he slaps your pussy.

↝ Kinks: Olfactophilia, Food Play, oral (giving), Edging(receiving), overstimulation (giving), degradation, intercrural, cum play.

Bonus: He subs when he’s drunk or high.

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡

↝ He’s a dominant bottom, no even dead he will be fully submissive, he always need to have so kind of control over you.

↝ He’s a great fan of degrading you and he calls you every kind of nasty name possible, but if you dared to degrade him, that’s the death of you.

↝ He’s a bit clumsy at giving oral, but somehow is good at it, and if he’s feeling generous, he will suggest 69

↝ He loves getting head, and is into being overstimulated, but not too much and only if he asks for it, if you do it without his permission he will get mad.

↝ Levi prefers getting choked himself, but if you get him particularly jealous, he’ll choke you with either his hands, arms, a noose or his dick, and he’s not fucking you until you’re dizzy by the lack of air.

↝ He’s going to make you choke him while you ride him, and at the same time he’s degrading you and spanking your ass. Hard.

↝ Leviathan is great at aftercare, but only if you take care of him too, he loves when you take relaxing baths together, and why not ? Bathtub sex.

↝ Kinks: Choking (Giving/Receiving), Humilliation (Giving), Oral (Receiving), Breath Play, Bondage, Shibari

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