WARNING, I THINK IT'S QUITE A LITTLE BIT DARKER THAN MY OTHER WORKS SO PLEASE HEED THIS WARNING AND READ THE TAGS
Tags: Cannibalism, force feeding, forced cannibalism, captive reader, yandere, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, kinda short but still, not beta read or edited
Beelzebub felt himself salivating once more. You sat on the chair across from him sobbing, your leg was healed from when he harvested some of your thigh, and you didn’t appreciate that he harvested more of himself for you to enjoy. It may have been a clone of himself but it tastes identical, so don’t be sad, it’s still a part of him.
He made sure that it was seasoned well and that you would enjoy it. He picked up your fork and stabbed a piece of the meat he prepared, making sure to coat it well with the red wine reduction for maximum flavour, and to make it more palatable for you. He held out the bite for you and you just turned your head away, sobbing as you held yourself tighter.
The chains on your ankles jingled as you flinched, having walked around to hold your face. “Darling,” he whispered in your ear. “I made this special for you, you’ll enjoy it~.” He dug his fingers against your cheeks and forced your mouth open and stuck in the bite. He watched as your eyes widened and tears rolled down your cheeks, which he happily licked up. He pressed his hand against your mouth until he felt you swallow, his flesh going down your throat. He then sliced another piece and held it out, smiling sickeningly sweet at you.
He fed you piece after piece of his flesh, forcing it down your throat until your plate was clean.
Beelzebub beamed down at you happily, pressing a loud smooch to your cheek before he went back around to his seat and began his own meal.
“Thank you for the meal my love~.”
He sliced into the raw flesh and hummed happily as he savoured the taste. How rich and delicious and intimate it was, and he still can’t understand why you were so against this?
After all, what’s more romantic than consuming each other to always have a part of them with you no matter where you go~?
Tags: Yandere Agares, fem reader, blood and murder but not that explicit, delulu Agares, not beta read or edited, also mini collab with @dream-effect!! <3
You stared at the man across from you, hands shaking and tears rolling down your cheeks. Your hands were in his and your veil had fallen to the ground next to your feet. You didn’t care that it had fallen to the ground, what was more important was the man in front of you. Your gaze fell to the ground, lips trembling as you tried to choke out your vows. His hands squeezed yours gently and thumb rubbed against the back of your hand.
He lifted his hand to your chin and raised it so he may kiss you, his touch gentle and sweet, but made your skin crawl. His hand left blood upon your cheek, gaze so sickeningly in love that made your stomach churn. Agares stood in front of you with bloodstained clothing, your dearest laying on the ground at the altar at your feet, blood pooling around his lifeless body. He smiled at you softly as he murmured sweet things to you, kissing your cheek as you tried to stare anywhere but at your former lover.
Words meant for another he made you say, a celebration meant to be filled with joy was covered in red. The guests with their throats slit by him and Vassago, who stood behind the altar as he read out the rites of husband and wife, binding you to this man for the rest of eternity.
“Are you alright?” A soft voice called out to Agares. His breath quickened as he turned around and trembled as he pressed himself against the wall. In front of him was a noble’s daughter for sure, the well made clothing that had not a speck of dirt on her skirt. Eyes bright and innocent, not knowing the true horrors of the world.
She extended a delicate hand to him, expression worried as she looked at him. Agares pressed back, not trusting the hand that looked oh so soft. He looked up at her with a glare, trying to scare her off. He didn’t want another poisoned orange incident, nor the rocks and trash being thrown at him. He bared his teeth at her, trying to seem like the type you don’t mess with.
But her expression just turned sad, crouching down next to him and shuffling around her pockets before producing a large golden ring. She looked worried before she shuffled closer and grabbed his hand and held strong as he struggled to get her to him go before placing the ring in his palm.
“If you sell this, you could make some money,” she said, voice soft and looking around nervously. “You’ll be able to buy some more food too.” She shuffled around more before pulling out of her pocket a wrapped bundle, which she shoved into his arms. “I have to go,” she said, standing up and looking around more. “But I’ll be back! Stay safe and don’t let the city guards get you!”
She ran off in another direction and left Agares alone. Agares cautiously opened up the bundle and saw some pieces of dried oranges. He felt his lip trembling, hands shaking as he looked down at the pieces of dried fruit. He brought one to his lip and bit it, the familiar flavour of oranges flooded his mouth and he had to hold back from crying.
It was sweet.
It was bitter.
It was tangy.
It was good.
Agares clenched his fist around the ring in his hand as he pressed it against his mouth. It weighed heavy in his hand, it was something he couldn’t ever get rid of. He feels it deep down, he can’t ever get rid of this ring.
Agares waited for you at the usual place, hiding his face in his fan. The crimson haori you brought him he wore everyday. You had said it suited him, the red bringing out his other features. It was soft, and it kept him warm during the winter, where you snuck out to bring him wood for a fire and many thin blankets to layer on. It wasn’t like the futon he had been used to in the palace, but it kept him warm and secure.
It was now spring, two seasons since you two had met. Agares sat underneath the cherry blossom tree, the flowers not yet in bloom but when they were, he’s sure it would be even more beautiful with you. He smiled softly as he blushed behind his fan, softly fanning his face. The ring you had given him he hid under his kimono, hanging on scrap cloth he twisted into a makeshift chain. It rested right over his heart, the cold metal against his beating heart.
Agares could never understand how you were so sweet, so kind, so loving to someone like him. You always extended a gentle hand, helping him find a hiding place to protect himself from, bringing him food and water to help him regain some strength. You let him into your arms and kept him warm, a gentle hand running through his hair as you hummed him a gentle lullaby.
Agares closed his eyes as he leaned back against the tree, smiling softly as he tried to hold back his excitement for when he would see you.
The rock hitting him caught Agares by surprise, falling to the side and looking up to see a noble man. Agares quickly closed his eye, doing as you said to hide the mark in his eyes if anyone showed up. Behind the noble man stood two guards and a carriage, and he could hear you. Agares’s breath caught in his throat as he heard your cries, your sobbing and watching as a woman in noble clothes held you back. You were sobbing, crying out and he looked up at the man in front of him.
“So this is the trash that you were spending your time around,” the noble man growled. Agares heard you scream at the man, ears ringing as he watched the man yell at him, cursing him and kicking him before walking back to the carriage. Agares could only watch as you left crying, hand reaching out to him which was shoved down by the man.
His friend.
His dearest one.
She’s gone.
… Gone?
No no no, she’s not gone. She didn’t want to leave. They’re just keeping her away, but a part of her is still with him. It will always be with him, just like she will always be with him.
Agares wrapped his fist around the ring, sitting up despite the pain in his body. You gave it to him, you cared about him, it was like a promise with you. He is yours and you are his, you’ll be together forever, right?
Agares didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind him, nor the gaze of a man who would help him reclaim his throne and return you to him.
You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling a little nervous as the clock ticked. The time of your wedding was coming up, and you were nervous to how your beloved would think of your dress. He hadn’t been allowed to see you before the wedding, as it was considered bad luck, and you were so nervous! What if he didn’t like the style? What if he wanted you to be in a different one? What if-
You shook your head as you cleared your thoughts. Your beloved wouldn’t think that about you, he was a kind and gentle man, he didn’t care about things like looks. He had said he just wanted to marry you, to live the rest of your lives together. He was doing this ceremony because your parents wanted a big wedding to show off their wealth, and you didn’t want to rock the boat so you let them go wild.
You smiled softly at your maid as she placed the veil upon your head, gently holding her hand as she led you out of your dressing room. You felt so giddy, a little skip in your step as you talked with your maid, heart fluttering at the thought of your beloved.
What came next was something out of a nightmare.
You had began to walk down the aisle, bouquet in hand when you heard the screams. You couldn’t see what was going on, the veil blocking your view so you could only look around in panic, before you felt yourself step into something sticky. You could smell the metallic scent in the air and didn’t need to look down to know it was blood.
You wanted to scream, but your voice was caught in your throat. Your hands trembled as you froze in place, listening to the screams of everyone around you and your heart raced in fear as you stood there, unable to do anything. You heard someone coming closer and your breath froze as you felt someone touch your cheek. You felt the veil being lifted to reveal your face and the sight that came forth was a nightmare.
The guests were killed and butchered like animals, your parents were beyond recognition, and the worst was your beloved.
Killed at the altar, his throat was slit, his fingers were cut off from his hands. His face, oh his beautiful face looked like the person had skinned his flesh oh so slowly. The worst though was seeing his ribcage torn open, bones bent in ways that they shouldn’t be. His chest was also empty, devoid of a heart and lung, which laid around him.
“Apologies for the delay,” a voice said, snapping you out of staring at the gruesome sight. A familiar face made your heart sink, light pink eyes gazing into yours. While things had changed, a scar on his left eye and his face more mature, you could never forget him. He smiled at you so softly, cupping your cheek and pulling you closer.
“The groom has arrived so now the ceremony can begin,” he said to you, voice so sickeningly in love, like he was your lover. He talked to you like he didn’t have blood all over his clothes, like the bodies around you weren’t anything out of the ordinary.
“Ah~, I see you are moved to tears, how cute,” he said, rubbing his thumb against your cheek to a tear you didn’t realize started to fall. Your lips trembled as he pulled you close and pressed right against him. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek as he began to drag you towards the altar.
It’s time for your wedding after all, and he kept you waiting for so long~.
Yandere Foras x Reader, referenced Stalking, stealing clothes, gn reader, kinda short, soft obsession, not beta read or edited
Foras watched your chest rise and fall, sleeping peacefully on your bed. He made sure you were truly and deeply asleep before he walked towards your laundry basket. The clothes you wore today were on top, and how cute your outfit was. He quietly shuffled through your clothes and grabbed your underwear. He quickly stuffed it into his pocket before making his way out of your room.
He traveled down the halls of Hades silently, following the familiar twist and turns to his room. He knew that no one was in his room but he still double checked everywhere and deadbolting his door before he approached his closet.
He opened the doors and removed the false back, opening up to a secret room. In it were photos of you, photos of all kinds. Having sex with other devils that focused only on you, photos of you in every country doing your simple mundane things. Shopping in Tartaros, eating in Abyssos, hanging out in a bar in Gehenna. He even got a photo of you getting treated in Paradise Lost! It was a tricky place to enter and get photos of you, but he was so happy he got it. Your face scrunched up, tears not falling as Morax wrapped up your arm.
Oh how wonderful you were~. So pure, so sweet.
Foras took out your underwear from his pocket and pressed it against his nose, inhaling your scent deeply before he placed it where he held other pieces of your clothing. That sweater you wore at the Christmas party in Gehenna, having been drunk and you thought you lost it, but Foras took it off you when you passed out on your bed when the other devils weren’t looking.
It still smelled like you too, faintly, but still like you. He even had the pen you thought you lost, the cute little charm from Earth was quite adorable, dangling off the pen and he can see why you liked it so much. He had to take it, you had left it just out for anyone to grab, and he would cherish it more than the others.
Oh how he loved you so, on his knees at the altar he built you, hands wrapped around your possessions and looking up at photos of you. How he wished for you see him more than what you currently did, but he’s patient.
It gives him more time to expand his altar and collection.
Leviathan walked down the halls of Hades, silent as usual. Foras wasn’t following him today, which was good because he would have to punish him again if he looked at you again.
He opened to door to his bedroom, and there you sat on the bed, chains around your ankles and your back to him. He closed the door behind him, walking to the bed and sliding next to you, kissing your shoulders and neck as you froze under his touch.
“I’m done working for the day,” Leviathan said, sliding an arm around your waist as you stubbornly refused to look at him. “That pig and midget kept trying to enter Hades to see you, but don’t worry dear, they aren’t coming in.” He said as he nuzzled his face into your bruised neck. “You’re fine here in Hades, you don’t need to ever worry about seeing them again.”
“Levi… I, um,” you softly started to speak, making Leviathan perk up a bit. It had been so long since you had wanted to speak to him, after he went through all that trouble to bring and keep you here, you refused to speak to him even when you made love together. “The anklets hurt, can you-” “I won’t remove them from you.” Leviathan cut you off, narrowing his eyes at you. If he removed them you could walk out, you would be looking at other devils and talking to devils that weren’t him.
How dare you-
“I don’t want to punish you like last time,” Leviathan said, grip around your waist tighter. “I apologize for the pain but they will not be removed.” You went silent, hanging your head and trembling softly.
Leviathan pressed another kiss to the back of your neck, holding you close to him.
Yandere Lucifer, mini fic at the start, medical malpractice for sure, drugging, isolating from others
Lucifer watched you start unpacking your lunch from his office. You sat in his garden innocently eating the lunch you packed. Lucifer’s fingers tapped against his cheek as he watched you eat, knowing that any second the drugs he slipped into your food would kick in soon.
And then he can trap you here for eternity, to never leave his side, to stay with him and never leave him like his Father did.
He loves you so, can’t you see? This is the best for your health and well being, to stay by his side.
Lucifer would trap you in paradise lost by having you there for your “health”
He’d use his ability to still lie to fool the other kings, lies slipping from his lips like honey and telling them that he is working on a cure
You can’t have visitors because you might get worse, but don’t worry, he will ensure you will be fine
Even the other healers are told lies by their king, because moving you to a room only he can enter is the best decision for you of course, and they trust him, because he is their king
Always sneaking some of the drug that makes you feel unwell into your food or iv so you remain sick every time he visits
Hand feeding you when the drugs make you unable to even sit up, laying in bed unable to move almost anything, barely able to open your mouth and eat
And of course gently giving you the devil energy you need too, telling you sweet things as you get the energy you need as you lay there unable to move much
You’re unwell so he can take over everything, don’t worry about having to reciprocate, just focus on getting better
You’re kept safe with him
Don’t have to worry about the war, the Seraphim, the fights devils do to get your attention
Just let him help you get better and don’t worry or think about anything else
He will put you in a wheelchair and let you visit the gardens as he pushes you, dressing you up and take you to see the flowers, but oh so rarely
He doesn’t want others to see you, so weak and vulnerable, only for him to see
Hello and if its okay to request, WHB Nsfw with Beleth x Reader (x Jophiel, if you like to add him?)?
Hell Yeah
Tags: Smut, no specific hole mentioned, smoking of course, some cxc with Beleth and Jophiel(they kiss), pwp, bot beta read or edited
Jophiel let out an exhale of smoke, eyes roaming over you and Beleth. Beleth’s cock was bullying your hole, cigarette on his lips and hands gripping your hips tightly. Your hands were bound behind your back, bound by leather collar and cuffs. Your eyes were covered by a leather mask, blinding your sight and your lips wrapped around an O ring gag.
Jophiel felt his dick twitch behind his cock cage, breathing in more of the smoke of the cigarette. He locked eyes with Beleth, watched Beleth smirk and thrusted harder into your hole. Jophiel smiled back at him, putting his own cigarette out on the ashtray and got up from the chair he was sitting in, walking over to you and Beleth. He wrapped his hand around the back of Beleth’s head and kissed him.
The kiss was wet and messy, Beleth still thrusting into you and Jophiel broke the kiss as he undid his belt. His cock was bursting at the seams of his cockcage and he wanted it off so he could fuck you next. Beleth’s thrusts quickened and Jophiel watched as he pulled out and came all over your ass. Your legs trembled as you fell more forward onto the table.
Jophiel placed his cock cage next to your head and looked down at your ass. It was red from being smacked, Beleth’s hands having left marks on your hips and cum covering almost your ass entirely. Jophiel’s eyes rolled back as he slowly pushed into you, moaning lowly as he felt you clench around him. In front Beleth was already gently thrusting into your mouth, a new cigarette in his hands. Beleth raised an eyebrow as he offered it to Jophiel, lighter in his other hand.
Tags: Smut, thigh fucking, handys, gender neutral reader, not beta read or edited
Zepar moaned softly next to your ear as your hand stroked up and down Zepar’s shaft. Zepar rocked into your hand and was kissing your other hand as he sighed softly in pleasure. Zepar’s hair framed your face as he leaned down close to steal a kiss from you. Zepar felt blood rolling down his chin and he didn’t need to look to know it was from his nose bleeding.
Zepar watched your hand as it stroked his dick and Zepar felt that knot in his abdomen snap as he came with a loud gasp. His cum fell all over your stomach, chest, and some even landed on your face. Zepar quickly grabbed your hand so he could lick his cum off of your hand. Zepar started pressing soft kisses to your palm as he looked down at you.
“Such beautiful hands,” Zepar murmured, nuzzling your hand softly as he continued to softly pepper your palm and hand in kisses. Zepar softly bit around the base of your ring finger before using his other arm to hold your legs tightly together. He slowly began to thrust between your thighs, sticky with fluids of your mutual passion, Zepar’s dick rubbing was rubbing against your sensitive areas as he thrusted between your thighs. “You’ll touch me more with these hands, won’t you?”
Zepar moaned as you put your fingers in his mouth and drool spilled from his mouth as he continued to thrust against your thighs. The knot was starting to form in his abdomen again as he looked down at you and your hands. It was not often that you were allowed to stay the night, so he had to make sure that he showed you all of his love as much as he could tonight. You both know you don’t know when this will be able to happen again, so you have to make the most of it now.
You’ll smell of his love for weeks when he’s done with you.
Can you do headcanon nsfw yandere WHB devil kings? (Pretty please)
I really just have thoughts of Yandere Asmo, sorry anon, but when i have thoughts of the others i'll write them!
CW: Baby trapping talk(mpreg for you male readers), group sex as a punishment, Stockholm syndrome(kinda)
Breeding you so you can never leave(natural with fem bodied, and mpreg for male bodied)
Asmo locking you up in the prison
When you are bad he lets the prisoners have their way with you and also watching and lamenting that you were bad
But when you behave he rewards you with him fucking you only him
Since when you're bad it means you don't want him, despite how soft and gentle he is with you
So since you wanna be bad, the prisoners can be rough with you
Once the prisoners are done with you, he comes up to you and touches your bruised and sore body and gently cleans you, and you don't fight him on his love, so gentle and kind as he wipes away your tears
Also since you're not fighting him and letting him love you, he takes you back to your room(his room) and says sweet nothings, calling you his darling and holding you close
He cleans you up by eating you out from the other's cum and bandaging you up
And he fucks you so gently and kisses you softly and tells you that he hates punishing you, and what would their babies think of their other parent being mean to their papa?
Also Asmo finally getting you pregnant and holding your belly so softly and talking right next to it and calling out and telling the unborn child that daddy loves them so much and is so doting and soft
Why would you leave when he is the best man for you and your children? He is always so kind to you and you just were nervous, since everyone talks bad about his beautiful country, but it’s nice, don’t you see?
