a devil’s plaything II | knj
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: on halloween, you had met death. the next thing you knew, you were waking up in barren wastelands. it kinda sucks when you learn that you’ve been reincarnated as a demon. oh, and that you’re in the underworld. supernatural au.
⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: devil!namjoon x succubus!reader ft. devil!taehyung
⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst • fluff • smut
⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions/talk of death (this is a story about demons and the underworld), dom!namjoon, possessive!namjoon, sub!reader, degradation, heavy voyeurism, heavy exhibitionism, bondage, bdsm master/slave dynamics, gagging, dirty talk, fingering, flogging, unprotected sex, breeding/impregnation, creampie, orgasm denial, cum play, cum eating, namjoon is kinda a dick in this and the angst is lowkey heavy yeehaw sorry. may contain an abusive relationship. please do not read if the mentioned warnings trigger you
⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: hello : ) i KNOW i said this wasn’t gonna be a trilogy but i realised I have more than just ‘2′ scenes left because a) both scenes have smut and that means it’ll extend anyway and b) the end of the last scene has an extra on it. so i’ve decided to ultimately split this into three! part three may be a lot shorter, it may be about the same length, i’m not entirely sure. but either way,,,, this is getting split hehe. i’m not sure when part three will come out, end of november for sure! anyways i hope you enjoy 🥺
⇥ this is unedited because i’m a mess : )
⏤ Part I | Part II | Part III ⇥ incomplete
It’s a dreary day in the Underworld - though, when is it not - when Namjoon finds himself sitting on his throne, surrounded by all his brothers. The large oval-shaped table is long, distancing him, at the head of the table, from the rest of his brothers - and subsequently, the six other Kings of the Underworld.
“You know, hyung, we’ve heard rumours,” Jimin pipes in. Namjoon turns his indolent gaze towards his brother and quirks an eyebrow - but the Devil King of Wrath only sends him a wry smile in response.
“Rumours?” Namjoon drawls, indifference dripping from his words.
“That you’ve got a succubus locked up in this castle,” Seokjin responds instead. Namjoon hums noncommittally, his oldest brother and the King of Gluttony sighing in exasperation at the lack of a response.
“Can we meet her?” Jungkook, the King of Envy, cuts in, his eyes gleaming in a mix of taupe and emerald. Namjoon sucks in a breath, sending his youngest brother a warning glare as his own orbs flash violet.
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