Whb Sitri - Tumblr Posts
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Made myself an icon for my whb amino<3 gotta look pretty when I want ppl to join
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who knew that sitri was the satan/leviathan love child all along
I got this idea that when sitri was in hades Levi paid extra attention to him and that made all of the hades devils jealous
Leviathan: *Looks at younger Sitri*
Sitri: 😇
Leviathan: *Picks him up*
Leviathan: I'll mold you, into my imagine.
Sitri: 🤨
Leviathan is to blame for how Sitri is now, he is Sitri's unintentional dad.
🪰 is still funnier than me and talented and beautiful. Get praised in public, Idiot
WHB Sitri Thirst
teehee guess who's back (at long last!!!!!)
summary: sitri needs to give you devil energy in Satan's absence. you are tired of him calling you Solomon. a/n: you would not BELIEVE how many days this took like what if i keeled over and died fr. ANYWAYS ANYWAYS part 3 of the pervert obey me thing is still in the works as well as a few other writing projects im working on. please be patient with me i swear i will deliver what the crowd wants!!!!!!!!!!!!
also any anons that have sent asks: I SEE THEM! I PROMISE! I WILL RESPOND!
cw: cardiophilia, smut, creampie, begging, sub!sitri, dom!reader, gn!reader (none of the reader's physical attributes are mentioned with a specific description), some fang action, mentions of blood, NOT PROOFREAD, and i think that's all! let me know if i missed anything in the comments, please!
Word count: ~3k
ONCE AGAIN AS USUAL MINORS DNI! I DO NOT WANT YOU INTERACTING WITH MY CONTENT THANKS!
By the time you'd returned to your lodging, Sitri was riddled with want and desire. Your face betrayed nothing, but you knew he could hear your heartbeat, beating a million times per minute as you attempted to unlock the door. The temptation to slow your pace to tease him was hard to resist, but you knew it would be useless when your heart gave away your every thought. Sitri is not a demon of many words, but you can hear his silent urging in his heavy breathing and twitching fingers against the leather of his harness.
Thump, thump, thump.
You can feel your heart beating in your neck as you carefully turn the knob to the door, pushing it open and stepping inside, holding it open for Sitri to follow. He wastes no time in stepping through the threshold, the click of his heels stopping short before he turns to watch you as you close the door. You take your time doing it, the thumping of your heart harmonizing with the creak of the door. Sitri only watches, but you can feel his gaze boring into the back of your neck as you prolong the creaking of the door until it finally reaches the end. You shut the door in tune with your heartbeat. Thump.
The newfound silence of the room is almost deafening. You only realize how dark it is when you notice nothing but moonlight pouring across your skin. It is cool and glowing, illuminating the room in white light. You turn to look at Sitri, and the moment your eyes meet his, he approaches you. His light blue hair flows as he moves, shining white in the light. His skin is ever so pale, only dotted by a blue pentagram on his neck and the soft pink of his lips, pointed downwards in a soft pout. His eyes shine with what you can only assume is lust. He reaches for you, sharp blue nails curling into your clothing and holding you in place before he swiftly buries his face in your chest, listening intently to your heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump.
He presses his ear to your chest and sighs comfortably, gripping your body like a lifeline.
Thump, thump, thump.
"Solomon…" He whispers quietly into your chest, relaxing against you. "How I missed this sound." His lips brush lightly against your chest as he speaks, making you shiver.
You part your lips to correct him, remind him that you're not Solomon, but you don't bother after observing how peaceful he seemed, pressed against your chest. Despite him being so close, you could tell he was still antsy, his fingers tightening and loosening their grip on you, his thighs squeezing together and releasing, his breathing still heavy on your chest…
Careful to avoid his horn, you gather some of his hair and tug on it twice, gently pulling him away. He hesitantly, and rather reluctantly, moves away from your chest, his lips still in a soft pout. He looks at you questioningly, and you simply shake your head. "Come on, let's get comfortable at least." You tug him along to your bed, sitting on it, and motioning for him to sit next to you. Instead of doing that, however, he situates himself on your lap, facing you. He curls his arms around your waist and once again presses his ear to your chest, as though desperate to hear your heart again. He pulled you closer with his arms and pressed into you further with his ear, so much so that you ended up on your back with him pressed against you at every inch, listening to your heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump.
You hear him whispering Solomon's name multiple times, like a prayer, savoring the way it sounded on his tongue. You were not Solomon. But you could tolerate it… for now.
He just couldn't seem to get enough. He continued to press his ear into your chest, as though he needed to hear every single contraction, like he needed to hear the blood as it rushed to and from your heart. He started breathing heavier, his face turning red as he did. He began to press his body against yours a little rougher, breathy whines coming from his lips as he did.
"Solomon, Solomon, Solomon…"
He begins to nuzzle his face into your chest, needing to feel more, more, and more. You hear him click his teeth in annoyance at your shirt, and he rather brazenly tears it away, as well as anything underneath, with his sharp nails. He tosses the ripped clothing to the side, ignoring your shocked noise, and presses his lips to your chest, right where your heart would be. He pulls away, his heavy breathing turning to panting, and he continues pressing kisses to your chest. You sigh in pleasure and let him continue, not that stopping him would result in anything fruitful.
The kisses become more and more desperate, and eventually, his lips make room for his tongue and teeth, licking and scraping his fangs against your chest. Occasionally he pauses, panting out of sheer excitement, and presses his ear against your chest again to listen to your rapid heartbeat. Each time he does, you feel him shift his hips and squeeze his thighs together, a shudder running down his spine. His hands grip anything within reach - your waist, your chest, your shoulders, your hair, the sheets - his hands rotate indiscriminately like he can’t decide what should ground him. You reach around him and tug on his hair, taming him. He hums into your chest and pulls back, lips swollen slightly from working at your chest, and eyes teary from stimulation. His face is bright red, barely visible in the pale moonlight. His chest heaves from his panting. You behold this sight for a while, gazing at him.
“I’ll need more than this to receive your devil energy, Sitri.” You gently remind him of the purpose of this endeavor, and his blush deepens. You reach out to cradle his cheek in your palm, and he leans into it, pressing his fingers against your wrist to feel your pulse.
“I apologize, Solomon. I… I’ll make you feel good.” The words drip from his lips like saliva, thick and heavy with meaning, hunger laced in every syllable. He licks from your wrist to your palm, as though he could taste your pulse, before releasing your wrist and shifting his focus to your lower body. He grabs the hem of your clothing and gently tugs it away, removing your intimates as well. He seems to savor the way more of your skin is revealed, more skin through which blood flows, all for him to hear through a pulse.
He moves further away to allow him access to you, kneeling just off of the bed and facing your core directly. He leans his head against your right thigh, pressing his ear to it to listen for a pulse, holding your left thigh away from his horn. You can tell immediately when he finds your pulse, as his grip on you tightens quickly, and he sighs in satisfaction. He starts almost immediately, licking a long stroke from the bottom to the top. You stiffen, trembling. You carefully prop yourself up on your elbows as he continues, sighing in pleasure. He maneuvers his tongue in long, careful strokes, exploring you as he pressed your thigh closer to his ear. All he needed was your heartbeat to know how well he was doing.
Thump, thump, thump.
You roll your hips against Sitri, reaching down for him and gripping his hair, encouraging him. He whimpers when you pull his hair, and you feel him shudder against your thigh. He peers up at you as he continues, his long tongue strokes turning into shorter, more focused ones at more sensitive points. He swirls his tongue in small circular strokes and the steady pattern of stimulation makes you see stars. You tugged harder on his hair, pulling him in closer to you, and he follows, malleable to your touch. It wasn’t much longer until you reached your peak, gripping his hair like a vice and trembling, pleased moans falling from your lips. He grips your thighs harder as you ride out the last of it, thumbs pressing painfully hard into the skin of them, feeling the blood pulse through your veins under his fingers. When you release his hair, he finally pulls away, his lips dripping with the remnants of your release. His hair is mussed, his skin is flushed red, his pupils are blown wide, and his lips are swollen and pink. He is beautiful.
His thumbs are still pressed painfully hard into your thighs and his ear is still pressed against your skin. He’s the picture of ecstasy, enjoying each and every thump of your heart, savoring the sound as though it’s the last he’ll hear of it.
“Solomon…” He pants, licking his lips to clear them of your release. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he shivers again, and you watch as he bites his lip from the sheer thrill of listening to your heartbeat. “Thank you… Thank you for letting me indulge…” He pants between his words, rubbing his cheek against your thigh, still listening to your heartbeat.
You decide you have had enough.
You sit up a bit more, adjusting your posture, and he watches you with adoring, lustful eyes. You roughly grab the front of his shirt, slightly damp with saliva, and pull him towards you. He obediently follows, watching with wide eyes as you lead him over you, pressing his knees into the bed. You take this opportunity to hook your legs behind his knees and flip him over on his back, pressed into the bed as you hover over him.
“I am not Solomon.” You stare down at him, adoring his shocked expression and red cheeks. You reach low for his pants, pressing a palm into his strained erection, gently pulling at his pants button before it pops open, revealing his zipper.
He squirms from your movements, excitement lighting up every nerve of his body. He looks away from you nervously, mumbling an apology. His words are breathless and desperate. “I apologize, Descendant of-”
“No.” You interrupt him quickly, reaching for his jaw and holding it in place. He stops talking purely out of shock, his lips snapping shut. He watches you with wide eyes, breathing heavily. “I do not care about being his descendant. I only want you to say my name. Say my name. It is me you are in bed with, not Solomon.”
He exhales, whimpering slightly. “Yes, yes… MC. MC.” He pants out your name, pupils blown wide with lust once again. “Please… please let me indulge myself, MC.” He begins to beg, squirming more. You knew perfectly well he could hear your heartbeat from where he was, but perhaps it was not enough. Ignoring his pleas, you instead reach down for his zipper, this time pulling it down agonizingly slowly. You watch as he twitches beneath you, his eyes rolling again in ecstasy, waiting for his dick to be free. He starts panting impatiently as you finally unzip them all the way. He whines, his fingers curling into the sheets. “Please… please please please, let me indulge myself. Please, MC.” He begs more, blinking away pitiful tears as you hook your fingers over the band of his boxers, pulling them down. He whimpers more, and you finally indulge him, moving your other hand closer to his head, turning so that your wrist was right against his ear. He sighs happily, and presses his ear to your wrist, sighing again when you finally free his length. He gently rolls his hips upwards, not high enough to touch you, but enough to send a message. He pleads with his eyes, wide and wanting for you. He awaits your movement, biting his lip and curling a hand around your wrist to feel for your pulse again.
Thump, thump, thump.
You simply smile at him as he pleads, and position yourself above him, at last. He visibly gulps, his eyes flickering from your core to your face. Various pleas and whines and broken phrases fall from his lips as you gently position his erection to align with you, and you begin to slowly lower yourself to where his tip meets your entrance. He starts to squirm, the pleas getting more and more insistent. You make direct eye contact with him and hold his gaze and you lower yourself onto him entirely, taking his length in full. He moans pitifully, never breaking eye contact. You bite your lip, gripping his side with one hand to steel yourself. You breathe deeply to calm yourself, still holding Sitri’s gaze.
“Are you ready for me to start moving?” You ask, smiling and biting your lip.
He nods vigorously, too impatient to wait any longer. “Yes, yes!”
You waste no time in going slow. The want that burns within the two of you is far too great for that. Using your knees as leverage, you begin to move, lifting yourself off of him and immediately lowering back down to take him in. The sound of skin slapping on skin and the bed creaking begin to fill the room. Sitri rolls his eyes back and moves his hips to thrust upwards into you, though he can barely keep it up as the pleasure gets to his head. He keeps whimpering and moaning, writhing in pleasure and pressing his fingers to your wrists, savoring the feeling of your pulse. His light blue hair is spread out below him, his bangs sticking to his forehead. His eyes are wide and unfocused, switching between rolling back, staring at yours, or looking at your chest, listening to your thumping heart. His lips are parted and red, breathing heavily.
You can feel him filling you up to the brim, his tip barely kissing a sweet spot deep within you as you continued riding him. You were panting, using up all your energy but unable to stop, purely from how good it felt. You suppressed your moans by biting your lip, but they would escape, betraying how quickly you were falling apart form the pleasure. Every time he managed to thrust upwards, he’d hit the sweet spot directly, and you would curl your back, moaning loudly. The pleasure began to build up within you, and you knew the same was true of him.
You paused your quick movements to instead grind yourself on him, savoring the feeling of him inside and giving your legs a break. Sitri whines and curls his face towards your wrist, gently dragging his tongue across the spot where your pulse was strongest. He presses his lips to your pulse as you continue to grind, muffling his whines and savoring the feeling of your pulse on his lips.
When you finally recover, you lift yourself up again, slowly dragging your walls across the entirety of his length. He pulls away from your wrist and moans, tightening his grip on your wrists and looking up at you pitifully. You lower yourself again, speeding up this time, and he sighs with pleasure, relishing the feeling of you riding him. The break was not enough, however, and you can still feel the pleasure building up. You speed up your movements, not bothering to hide your moans any longer. He simply writhes underneath you, his eyes rolling and his tongue lolling out of his mouth, tightening and releasing his grip on your wrists. He couldn’t ground himself anymore.
You reach for his horn at last and grab it roughly, pulling his head towards your chest. He yelps in surprise, but that very quickly melts into a loud moan, muffled into your chest. He turns his head to press his ear to your chest, and wraps his arms around your back, listening for your heartbeat once more.
Thump, thump, thump.
You stroke his horn as you continue to ride him, and he’s practically yelling at this point, his moans so loud you were sure they could be heard down the hall. Your riding pattern becomes erratic as you reach your peak, and you can feel he is, too, as he desperately attempts to thrust upwards and scrapes his nails into your back, moans barely muffled by your chest.
“MC… MC!” He calls your name and babbles pleas and broken words incoherently before you feel him thrust roughly upwards and still against you. His nails dig into your back and his ear presses harder against your chest than before. You feel him release inside you, warm and sedating. A similar liquid melts across your fingers from his horn, and it drips onto the bed. You are in a similar state, having reached your peak as well. You stiffen as you feel his release within you, panting and moaning, clenching your thighs together as tight as you could.
He shivers against you before he collapses, releasing his grip on you and falling back onto the bed. His eyes are rolled far back into his skull, his lips parted wide and panting, and his cheeks are flushed a beautiful red. You relax and lean over him, not wanting to lift yourself off of him just yet. He whimpers softly at the feeling of still being inside you, twitching slightly. You press a gentle kiss to his lips, which he excitedly reciprocates, reaching weakly to cradle your chin in his hands. As the kiss deepens and becomes sloppy, your tongues searching each other’s mouths, he lazily wraps his arms around your neck, gently pulling you closer. You relax your body against him entirely, pressing your chest to his. Your heartbeats sync, slowing as you both come down from your highs.
You break the kiss, licking your lips, and you look down at him. He looks up at you with hooded, satisfied eyes. His lips are parted, and his panting is slowly slowing down.
“What’s my name?” You ask him, leaning towards him and pressing your forehead to his.
“MC.” He answers, smiling as he does. He curls his arms around you tighter, pulling you closer again and pressing your noses together.
Thump, thump, thump.
“You are not Solomon after all.”
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a/n: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE SITRIIIIIIIIIII!! i admit i don't think this was my best writing ever but i hope it's good, genuinely, because i spent lots of time on it. reminder that i really appreciate likes, reblogs, comments, and asks!! please let me know what you all think!!
this was self-indulgent but also a gift for @jessamine-rose !!!!
Sitri NSFW alphabet would be nice, can I ask for one, please 🥺?
Sitri NSFW ALPHABET HCS
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Sitri is so soft when it comes to aftercare, You could practically see hearts and his eyes when he holds you close and kisses you. He asks you It was good or if he was to rougher, or if you would like him to be rougher. Whispering Sweet nothings and about how perfect you are. After sex he always wants to be close to you to hear your heart beats slowly thrum until he falls asleep. Any wounds he may have given you he will be the first to patch up He wants you to know that as much as he'll hurt you consensually, he will care for and pamper.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body part are his arms. And his chest. Always trying to puff out his chest to you like a peacock always wanting to show off He wants you to find him physically attractive.
His favorite body part on you are your thighs He likes the way they sway when you walk He likes how plumb and squeezable they are, please strangle him with your thighs And don't let go until he could hear your heart beat through them
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Seeing his cum on you drives him a new level of crazy. He's a possessive boi and he wants his mark on you. There's nothing like seeing you're out of breath fucked out body smeared with his cum.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He likes you a little too much... Any item you discard He keeps it somewhere hidden, anything you give him will be framed and kept in perfect condition as you gave it to him. He has never done this to anyone not even solomon.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Enough experience to know what he is doing. He is not shy at all about sex but he considers sex to be an act between a person he loves the most. He's so excited to have you underneath him He loses himself in pleasure.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Mercenary. He wants to be able to have access to you whether it's to press his head against your chest or see all the faces you make when you squirm and pleasure.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Most the time he is very serious but sometimes He will just start randomly attacking you with kisses or just start tickling you something that will raise your heart rate so he could listen.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Very well groomed sometimes shaved. He takes very good care of himself He wants to always be ready for you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Before he succumbs to wild pleasure fucking you like an animal He is actually very gentle, and loving. He likes to take his time with you gently exploring you with his fingertips and hands murmuring about how irresistible your body is to him. Worshiping you until he can no longer take it and he needs you now.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Even though he feels the need to often when his dirty thoughts drift toward you he does not want to touch himself. He wants to save himself for you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Marking whether it be biting or scratching mostly on himself, This body is yours please mark him! However he does has thoughts about marking you with his teeth or claws He doesn't want to hurt you but... If you ever ask him to bite you or scratch you you will get a unreadable reaction before he asks "are you sure?"before going into mark everywhere all over your body.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He prefers the safety and privacy of your bedroom but he won't be opposed if you wanted to do it in his office.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Everything and all that you are. However when he gets jealous or possessiveness starts to flare up inside him He becomes a whole new level of horny.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He might like biting or scratching you but anything else when it comes to hurting you is a flat out now especially drawing blood He will never bite you hard enough to draw blood.
Giving. He is a giver he wants to hear you scream have your fingers raked in his hair pulling on his scalp thrusting your hips deeper. And he doesn't mind when you do the same.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow and Central at first but later becomes erratic fast and rough.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Doesn't mind them but doesn't prefer them. When he has you he wants you all to himself. He doesn't like that his time is being cut so short by something else.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
When it's something with a risk he will almost never take it but good Lord you will turn him on so much if you're the one who initiates. The first time you sucked him off in his office he was addicted. Now every time you come in he freezes up and rubs his thighs together in anticipation. You broke him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Demons can usually go forever. Sitri is no exception. He may not look like it but he's actually on the higher side of stamina. He will go forever.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Yes, he wants to be the one to use toys on you. And he wants you to use toys on him. And he wants to watch you use toys.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Sitri as much as he loves you adores you and worships you there are times that you need to face punishment for actions you cause. Then what better way than to tease you till you are a whimpering sobbing mess.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not too loud but he's not quiet either. He tries to stiple the sounds of his voice so he can listen to yours and the sound of your heart.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He wants to fuck you in front of Minhyeok. God he hates him He thought he hated him because of his jealousy but now it's a new another level of hate after that Halloween bullcrap. He wants him to see you fall apart on his cock and make sure that Minhyeok knows that he'll be nothing more than a childhood friend.
Extra: I always see Sitri on the yandere side a little bit.
Normal girth, big cock he's quite the grower.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High higher than most demons He just doesn't show it He takes pride that he is the devil of self-control.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Nope. Even after he drains his balls inside you He has enough stamina to let you sleep pull the covers over you and go finish with work. When you wake up you'll have some nice hot tea and something to eat all prepare to by him.
meanwhile in gehenna
satan's imaginations weren't too far off
Dios mío, estuve todo su evento tirando llaves mayores hasta que se acabaron y ahora me salieron en una tirada de 30 llaves inferiores. Eso está bien? Creí que solo los conseguiría por los anillos de Salomón, pero los conseguí en las tiradas comunes de llaves rojas.
La verdad no me importa mucho, estoy feliz de conseguirlos 😊
Idk, I think this chat with Sitri is just too cute for some reason
I started the writing I’m doing but DAMN I’m tired a bit and just hoping to finish it but I been playing this one game “What in Hell Is Bad” and it is fun but the whole Animation just creeps me out when you summon but Mammon and Satan is my favorite right now.
Himbofication ¿?
⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut, chastity, cuck Amy,
Himbofication consists of turning your favorite boy into your dumb boyslut. A living Dildo for you to bounce on whenever you feel like it. His cock has to always be hard and ready for use, and he has to always look aesthetically pleasing. Nobody wants an ugly toy, so you always take care of him and his appearance. You make sure he has a clean shave, he smells good, his clothes aren't wrinkled, and you train him in good manners. His bad attitude will be forgotten in no time, and he will behave himself for you.
No boytoy of yours will be an embarrassment after all. You keep good boys only, and you train them consistently to make sure they maintain their manners.
Boys who don't behave themselves get locked in cages, and teased until they learn how to behave. It doesn't matter how heavy and full of cum their balls get, they'll stay blue until they kiss your feet and worship the ground you walk on.
Amy, in particular, has been trained to be your fine little boytoy after you lock him in a chastity cage, and force him to go weeks without release. The only time you take it off is to clean it while he showers, with you keeping a close eye on him. You can't have him disobeying you and jerking it in the shower after all.
Your dumb little boyslut is still in training.
To make his life more difficult, you make him watch you as you stroke and suck Sitri's cock, reminding him that this could be him if he started being a good boy.
An; my first attempt at writing himbofication. Future ones will probably be better :)
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