HELLO not an ask/request, but you can treat it as such if you need to. which helluva characters do you think would get their partners a “clone-a-dick” gift and which ones would ask for videos of them using it :3 oh! and do you think that the “gift” would have magic in it so that the person with the dick feels it too??
Warnings: Sex toys, Dildo usage, Recording sex, Masturbation
Word count: 212
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Doesn't get you one - Either thinks the idea is silly, or doesn't know they exist. Why get you a clone of his dick when he could buy you a different sex toy for way cheaper. Or you could always just have the real thing.
Moxxie, Stolas, Paimon
Gets you one, but doesn't make you use it - He gets you it mostly because he thinks it's funny. Doesn't care if you use it or not, yall will have a good laugh over it anyways. You'll probably only use it when he's away.
Asmodeus, Fizzarolli
Gets you one, makes you use it only for him - Wants to watch you use it. Kind of in a guided masturbation way. Makes you swear not to tell anyone because he has a reputation to uphold. Might try some double penetration with it... (or have you peg him)
Striker, Andrealphous, Crimson
Gets you one and records you using it - Wants to watch every little expression you make over, and over, and over again. Makes you ride it while holds his phone in one hand and his dick in the other. Totally won't use the footage to masturbate later and cum to your cockdrunk expression. (Mammon would use it for blackmail tho)
Blitzø, Chaz, Mammon
Star's notes -> For the last idea in this request; maybe ;3 it depends on the demon I'd say. Ones with powers, yes. Ones without, no.
(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)
Against my will, I was inspired to write more for WHB. Istg some of these characters aren’t even my biases but their paraphilias are too creative. I hope you all enjoy reading this <3
Note:: Nsfw, pls take note of each character’s paraphilia before reading, noncon for Gabriel, MH-2 spoilers for Minhyeok, MINORS DNI
♡ If you like black tea, you are a perfect fit for Sitri. He often brews your favorite drink for the purpose of enjoying your satisfied smile, your bittersweet kisses, the melody of your palpitations as he makes love to you. If you ever send him a recording of your heartbeat, he will save it on his phone and listen to it religiously in your absence. Just don’t be shocked if he uses your gift for impure reasons; his imagination can only do so much.
♡ Leviathan enjoys the sensation of your hands around his neck, but what more if you were to experiment with his kink? Does he get more excited when you use your bare hands? Does he prefer the metal chill of rings or the soft lace of gloves against his skin? Would he come faster if you dig your fingernails into his throat—and if yes, what if your nails were longer, sharper? There are so many factors at play and you have all night to find out~
♡ Astaroth’s kink is perfect for literature lovers!! If you write erotica, he will gladly proofread your work, going so far as to enact the scenes and his suggested revisions. Another time, you asked him to read you a “bedtime story” and he complied after much pestering. He accepted your book and read it aloud in his soothing voice…then upon reaching a raunchy scene, he looked up from the page, met your cheeky gaze, and joined you in bed <3
♡ Once you were done kink-shaming Glasyalabolas, you decided to indulge him. His paraphilia is creepy, to say the least, but you knew what you were getting into. The best method? Play dead. You can’t resist the occasional moan or involuntary shudder, especially when he is touching you, but it certainly does wonders for his arousal. You’re his Ophelia, his Sleeping Beauty—beautiful, voiceless, and completely at his mercy.
♡ The only thing Paimon enjoys more than your blood is the sight of your body decorated with cute bandages!! Once he’s had enough of you, he will treat your wounds and present you with a set of printed Band-Aids. Here, would you like a pink one for your finger? What about a heart pattern for your thigh? A smiley face on your neck? Even better, what if your Band-Aids match the stickers on his horns? Take your pick~
♡ Sometimes, you wonder if Amon gives you tasks which he knows you will fuck up. There are telltale signs—his constant gaze, a hint of a smile, empty reassurances which somehow lead you to his bedroom. It begs the question: How would he react if you were to make a mistake in bed? Would he still smile after you “accidentally” touch a sensitive spot or ruin his orgasm? How will he react once he realizes you’re doing it on purpose?
♡ If Marbas were to cite an example for the term “heaven and hell,” it would be your moments of intimacy. He encourages you to restrain him to the best of your ability—tying complicated knots, using strong materials, testing his new set of regular restraints—then use his body as you’d like. It’s difficult to say who enjoys it more, especially when you are relishing the sight of him beneath you, totally submissive and desperate for your touch.
♡ Considering your history, your sadism towards Gabriel is warranted. So once he is defeated, in a church no less, you waste no time in humiliating him. If he refuses to yield, it only takes a few minutes to bend him over the altar and force him to face the image of his God. How does it feel to be watched by the passive, artificial faces of his creator and fellow angels? At any rate, the stained glass casts such pretty shadows on his defiled body~
♡ Of course Minhyeok knows your underwear preferences. The color, the style, the type of fabric, every detail. So when he finds a black lingerie set in your closet, he recognizes it as a new purchase—but for who? The next thing he knows, he is visualizing the lingerie on you and calling you for answers. Whether or not he understands your invitation, that specific underwear will frequently disappear from your room.
♡
Sitri fic ๑ Lucifer fluff ๑ More headcanons
Fun fact, a day after I wrote Glasyalabolas and Sitri’s headcanons, they came home in my gacha pull. D-Did I summon them?? (´⊙ω⊙`)
So far, my favorite devils are Leviathan, Sitri, Astaroth, and Satan but the other characters’ paraphilias are…….interesting to write about, to say the least. Cheers to more hornii xD
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Paimon/Fem!Nightjar!Reader who raises Stolas fic preview because no one asked for it:
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“Is it true? Is Father really here?” Stolas asked. “For my birthday?”
You smiled at the owlet, bouncing on his talons in front of you and chirping excitedly. He could hardly contain himself, even with a gentle pat to the head to signal him to be steady.
“Yes, darling.” You hoped for the King’s sake that your words were not an unknowing lie, as they’d been the last two times Paimon’s arrival was announced then retracted. “He really is.”
Stolas hooted with delight, zipping around you in circles as you silently ruminated on current events.
It was a shame to see the little boy you’d raised be so excited over something that would likely be lackluster, given Paimon’s reputation. You had heard tales of the almighty ruler and his conquests, both on the battlefield and amongst hellish whores. And while he was a cunning evil entity, the King was also father to a plethora of neglected demon spawn, Stolas not the least among them.
You doubted he’d spend more than an hour with his own son.
Stolas continued to jump up and down, little arms flapping as though he might actually fly in his current form. That was until the Head Imp returned to inform you of King Paimon’s arrival in his droll way.
“His highness is waiting in the Throne Room, my Prince.” The butler nodded to you. “Ma’am.”
Your little boy froze, seemingly unearthed over the meeting that he’d been over the moon for just a second ago.
He nestled into you as you leaned down, nudging his feathered brow that had raised in worry.
Gently, you lifted his gaze to your own. “I’ll be right beside you.”
After a moment, Stolas nodded and took your offered hand in his. The two of you walked out of his room and down the hall together, treading lightly until you stood in front of the grand double doors that would lead you to King Paimon’s throne.
Base Yandere Paimon Headcanons: Buying His Love (Helluva Boss)
[Hello My Sexy Muffins, and welcome back to another chapter, for those who do not know this was a request off of youtube and I am doing it both on Wattpad and youtube. Not to mention On Tumblr and Archive of Our Own. So in this chapter, it is about What Paimon would be as a yandere. Please do enjoy this chapter here my muffins!]
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Paimon-
.He is the worst type of father. Well, not the worse but the most absent.
.He is very much about status and looking good. thinking he is better than anyone else.
.This makes him a very arrogant type of yandere.
.With you he knows he is the best and that he will have you.
.He would most likely buy you if he could.
.Legit buy you like as an object.
.He would be the type to have multiple wives though his main wife is the queen.
.You would be one of his spouses. More or less a concubine lover of his.
.He could care less about his wife.
.You are the one person he actually cared about other than himself.
.But still, he is not the ideal partner as he thinks he is so amazing he obviously has expectations of you that you would have to follow.
.So be ready for him to have rules for you.
.He will expect you to follow them though he does not punish you nearly as harshly as anyone else.
.He would be the type of yandere that would try and buy your love.
.You would be given everything your heart could want except your freedom.
.It would be very much you as his songbird in a gilded cage.
.The cage is comfortable and looks nothing like a cage, but it is still a cage non less.
.He would remind you that you are his and his alone, most likely branding you with his seal.
.May it be an actual brand or a tattoo?
.He is the type of yandere to use force if he has to, but would rather buy his way out of your tantrums.
.He would confess to you by buying you, yes if he can he WILL Buy you, that is the type of yandere he is.
.If by chance he cannot buy you he will put in a lot of money and effort into courting you.
.Giving formal courting gifts and making his intentions clear.
.If you are to not be bought or sold to him and turn him down.
.Well he will just kill everyone around you and make you his slave.
.He has enough money and power and status that no one will be able to stop him after all.
.He deals with rivals by mocking them and killing them in a public execution.
.To remind everyone that you are his and his alone.
.He knows he is the best for you and that you will be his forever. Though really he is oblivious and neglectful about what you really need.
.He thinks he is so good at lovering
.He makes it a point to remind you as you are his special songbird.
.His and his alone forever.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of my muffins!]
There you were in your room. It was dark expect for the candle light, you painted a sigil in red paint on the floor and hoped this work. Much to your surprise it did as this black sludge leaked from your tiles and started to rise, cycling through many forms before settling in that of a tall, handsome owl with a mask for a face full of intricate red patterns. He was so tall in fact that he had to lean down to a embarassing degree to look you in the eye "I am King Paimon of the Ars Goetia, ruler of hell's many legions, demon of secrets, treasure and Lucifer's right hand man. I should inform you that make a pact with me, one should offer a sacrifice and you seem to lack that" This was your chance! You blushed "What if I was your sacrifice?" Those red eyes curved as he hooted out a laugh "…Wait are you serious?" "Y-yes! V-Very!!" he hummed and brought his hand to his chin in thought. Lucifer did order him to breed with as many things as he could to bring variety to his royal bloodline "You should know that it would enthrall a lot and I do mean a lot of fucking" "My body is ready" "I don't think it is but~" he picked you up in his arms "How about we settle this disagreement in the bedroom~?"
a/n: i mentioned this a while ago but i didn’t start it then lol
‘But for us, even four or five treasure hoarders are all in a day's work...’
Which, in turn, meant that twice that many hilichurls was easy peasy. This has always been true, even after you were shocked out of your smugness when you fought the Electro Archon.
However, now’s not the time to think about that… grim moment.
You don’t know how or why Katheryne’s still sending you commissions, though you don’t complain. The rewards were good and you had built up the habit of doing them everyday.
That’s how you find yourself here, defeating the last few hilichurls after knocking down their new, almost finished archer towers.
After defeating the last samachurl, you start walking off with Paimon and laughing delightfully, but you don’t watch your step. Carelessly, you find yourself stepping on a residue of the battle, one of the electro samachurl’s remaining totems.
“Ow!”
It was only a small shock, really. You’ve dealt with this pain thousands of times before –a somber acknowledgement, but true nonetheless– and had built up quite the pain tolerance. That’s why you thought: why not prank Paimon?
You fall to the ground dramatically, closing your eyes shut and holding your breath.
“WaaAH, traveler!” She exclaims, gliding down towards your ‘unconscious’ body. “(y/n)! (y/n)! Wake up! Are you okay?!” She hits your chest with her little fists in the hopes of waking you up.
“‘Course I am!” You shoot up all of a sudden, spooking Paimon and making her duck behind a tree nearby.
“AH!” When she’s processed your well-being, she floats back towards you in a tiny furious flurry. “Why you little-!” She cuts herself off with a groan. In her enraged haze, she slaps you straight across the face.
Now, Paimon is a small gal. Her muscles: small and weak, which means her slaps: small and weak. She doesn’t want to accept that though.
“Ow-” You exclaim dramatically again, clutching your cheek with your palm.
“wAAH!” Paimon screams for the umpeenth time, rushing to try to pry your palm off your cheek to inspect the damage. “I’m so sorry, I-!”
“Tadaaa!” You laugh, showing off your perfectly fine cheek.
