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I write fanfiction for LoL, HSR, ZZZ, GI, and more as my ADHD dictates. https://archiveofourown.org/users/SalubriWrites/pseuds/SalubriWriteshttps://ko-fi.com/salubriwriteshttps://twitter.com/SalubriWritesPFP & Background by @xno_box on Twitter!
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salubriwrites-blog · 1 day ago
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are you still accepting requests? if yes raise your hand, if not ignore this, okay, straight to the point, can i get Leviathan, Lucifer and Glasyalabolas with fem pretty and elegant Pure Blood (Vampire) mc who can be said to be quite strong, like she can regenerate/heal fast several times, if her body get destroyed she can be resurrected only with her blood which has its own 'soul'/mind that she can store in a bottle and entrust to her friends.
She also uses her blood or the blood of her enemies/friends as a weapon like satan, but the difference is she doesn't consume blood from anyone, she 'can' and 'will' in fact forcing blood to be drain from her enemies or friends to be used as an attack weapon such as for example: sickle. She can also control the blood of an enemies, like katara (blood bending) but even stronger, she can make their hearts explode because it makes the blood flow from her enemies to flow at an abnormal speed which causes her enemies' hearts to explode. plus, because she is a vampire (undead) she does not need air which makes her more adaptable in hell, the undead factor also makes her not affected by hunger or poison/venom, which makes barbatos' poison ineffective on her. but the downside is, she might need a blood supply to survive, oh, and she has low libido aka she kind of not interested in sex due to her undead nature, that's all thank you.
Gaddamn Anon wrote a whole story themselves LMAO I'm gonna copy/paste this to a Google doc and I'll try to make a 2-3 shot story. I love a good challenge and this was a lot to chew on, so I'm gonna need a minute. I'll be sure to reply with the link when I cook this to completion!
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salubriwrites-blog · 2 days ago
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Playing a carry vs playing a support
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salubriwrites-blog · 2 days ago
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Hellooo if you're still taking requests, could you please write a little something involving cuddling Andrealphus? Like I'd love nothing more than to have him laying on me and I get to play with his hair like I need him to be real so bad omg
I GOT YOU BOOBEAR Warrior and the Worrier
"You're home," you called from the front room, snapping your text book shut at the same time as he closed the front door. Staggering implications existed on the punctuation of that sentence. Was there ever a doubt that he would? Of course not, you were relieved every time the door closed and you heard the ruffling of feathers and sliding of leather on the ground.
When it came to the battles against Heaven, Andrealphus was an unparalleled warrior in his skill. All of the devils of Niflheim were master butchers, cleaving paths open for a clear shot into Heaven's gates. Every war needed someone like Andrealphus. You on the other hand were a worrier ,who paced the empty rooms and searched the lone skies for a signal that all was well. Warriors like Andrealphus needed worriers like you, something to look forward to that wasn't carnage and uncertainty. Worriers like you needed warriors like Andrealphus, someone to fight away your doubts and bring you trophies of peace of mind.
Dragging himself into the front room, the butcher devil was tugging his gloves off by their bloodied fingers. Each haggard step dislodged his pants from around his hips until he was out of them completely. Out of his clothes and into your arms, Andrealphus greeted you with a heavy huff. Andrealphus' nonverbal cues didn't stress or worry you, sometimes he just couldn't bring himself to talk after a day of duties. Screaming orders and responses, dying to be heard over the dying cries of friends and foes, words could be too much. He trusted you, and that you'd know what to do with him.
"I know," you soothed, hiking his arms to drape down your shoulders in a loose embrace. Together you stood in the room, allowing him to lean into you and slouch his posture. "Do you want to take a bath?"
Huff, he replied and he let you walk him into the bare bathroom. The tub was deep and long, so you were able to fit yourself behind the devil when he stepped into the warm water. Armed with an old song your mother used to sing and a sponge, you used long strokes down his back to clean the blood away.
"Gonna wash that dirt right out of your hair, I'm gonna wash that dirt right out of your hair," you sang lightly in time with the sponge. Its texture turned red and clotted as his skin paled and pinked. In his shoulders you could make out the divots where the joints of his angel wings dug into the skin, and you took extra care of the callused flesh.
It made you happy when he hummed tonelessly along, drawing Andrealphus from that dark place he went to wasn't easy. Long hunts with no sign of the angel he truly wanted to destroy sat on his mind often. Every day Raphael lived was another day that Andrealphus carried the guilt of his survival. Getting to press your naked chest against his freshly cleaned back was necessary respite. A carnal reminder that there was more to the hunt than just a clean kill.
Once the bathtub was drained and the faint pink traces were scrubbed away, you helped Andrealphus into a bathrobe and then bed. Laying down first, you waited as he walked around like an animal. Using his fingers and senses, Andrealphus found the softest place to land was against you. Straddling your sides and working his arms beneath you, he navigated his horns so as not to puncture you while he listened to your breath. His weight was just enough to crush down your own doubts and worries. The ones that took root when he wasn't there, because he was here now. He was here, unharmed and in your arms.
Using your fingers you brushed out his hair, holding and running it through your fingers like a spool of thread. Countless thin hairs that caught the light, webbing through the air and spreading out on the bed. Letting your mind wander, you mused about what to do with it this time. Andrealphus had so much, letting it loose was hazardous as it got caught on things, collecting debris like a net wherever he went.
Gathering it up, you smiled to yourself as a design to shape in your mind, and your fingers began to move. Parting and brushing out the strands, you lapped them over each other, pulling apart and detangling as you went.
"What are you doing this time?" He murmured from the crook of your neck, where his breath was warm and made your still wet skin tingle. Andrealphus was talking about the braid you were crafting, he couldn't stop talking and bragging about your handiwork to his comrades. It was art that he could touch, and it thrilled the devil to become your canvas.
There you are, you thought to yourself as he shifted his posture to let you find more hair. There's my sweet Andre. "It's called a fishbone braid," you explained, helping his hand reach back to feel the pleats. "It's good for extra long hair like yours, but it takes a while."
"That's okay," he sighed, nuzzling back into you and huffing a contented sigh. "I might fall asleep."
"That's okay," you said back, using some of the strands of his hair to tickle his nose and eyelashes. "I could use a nap too."
Relaxing totally into his place against your heart, Andrealphus only mumbled little words here and there. Enough to keep you both awake, but not so much that the shifting of his head disrupted your weaving. When you were done, you tied off the tips of his hair with a fresh band and draped it between his fingers so he could feel the finished product.
"Feels complicated," he drowsed, in that tedious place between asleep and awake. "I like it, thank you."
"You have the perfect hair for it," you reminded him, working your fingers underneath the robe that absorbed all the bathwater. He groaned into your touch as you locked your fingers on the small of his back, pinning yourselves in place. "I'm glad you're home."
"Me too," the warrior agreed, happy to dispel your worries that he'd return.
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salubriwrites-blog · 3 days ago
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What a beautiful way to start the new year
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salubriwrites-blog · 10 days ago
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Santa!Andrealphus knows if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. Or else.
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salubriwrites-blog · 18 days ago
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IT SHOULD BE MEEEE
Okay, I cooked something wild af lmao
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I just had to lmao
Phoebe is about to have a wild time.
“Is this a team-building exercise? Seems a bit different from my last workplace.”
Phoebe’s portrait created with this Neka.cc
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salubriwrites-blog · 23 days ago
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💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌
AAAAAWWW IM GONNA PUT THIS ON MY FRIDGE
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salubriwrites-blog · 26 days ago
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Look at MY BABY
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salubriwrites-blog · 29 days ago
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You Choose Morax
I'm on a train again! Time to get funny and write romance~
This one comes with a few Content Warnings so listen up:
Satan is kind of a villain here, this story contains references to domestic violence. You come to realize through a conversation with a healer that maybe all of the ways that Satan is treating you and hyping you up aren't actually healthy? Part 2 is in the works, probably on the way home
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“You gotta be pregnant.”
“I’m not pregnant!” You laughed back, even though in your eyes being pregnant with a devil’s child was no laughing matter. Especially not this devil’s child. You were doing it to offset your nerves and placate him. 
“... But what if you are?” Satan asked next, voice tame and even hopeful sounding as he rested his chin in your lap. Those big red eyes stared longingly at your belly and you suppressed a shudder. 
A month and a half had passed since you were dragged to Hell, branded by Gabriel, and broke Satan’s contract with Solomon with your new power. Quite a lot had happened during that time; you were traveling around Hell, playing politician to all of the Kings, but most of all, you were getting laid. If sex was an ocean, you were drowning in it, mostly with Satan. What had started as a need for energy transfers to help you acclimate to Hell was now becoming a passtime. 
It started only a few times a week, and you could feel it coming on. The shortness of breath, numbness in your extremities, it felt like you were suddenly having an onset of a scorching fever. You would only have seconds to fall into the arms of someone, pulling at the collar of your pants as though that would open your airways as you gasped for cock. In the beginning you had a circle of devils that you could rely on; Sitri, Amy (they spent more time fighting for the right to fuck you than actually fucking you), Paimon, Zagan, and Satan. However as the weeks passed away the circle became smaller and more elite, until Satan was all that was left. 
He fucked you often, claiming to be able to sense that you were about to go faint even though you felt fine. You suspected that he was really just using it as an excuse to throw you over his shoulder and carry you out mid conversation. For being the King of Wrath, he sure did enjoy showing off how he had unlimited access to you. You didn’t mind it. Satan was undeniably attractive, and even if his technique was primal and outside of your comfort zone, he never failed to chase down and bring you to orgasm. So no, you didn’t mind all of the sex at all.
Until now.
Your period was late, something that had never happened to you. Satan found out because he noticed that you were avoiding him that day. Meanwhile you were tiptoeing around, feeling like you were only able to confide in Sitri about your concern. He had initially done a great job of informing you that such a feat was impossible. Until Ppyong overhead and had to reiterate everything that Sitri had told you at the top of his little, red, lumpy lungs. Which in turn created the domino effect of Satan going on the attack immediately. 
“Technically, Demon’s cannot get each other pregnant, let alone a human, your Majesty,” Sitri was trying to say. He was following Satan who had once again thrown you over his shoulders. Instead of carting you to the nearest flat surface, he was carrying you out of Gehenna and to the nearest portal.
Which was how you were here, sitting on a hospital bed with a half empty bottle of water in one hand, petting Satan’s head with the other. You weren’t sure how nervous to be, you had never had a pregnancy scare before. Scared, probably, it was in the name after all. 
The hospital he insisted that he take you to was in the garden of Lost Paradise, ruled by Lucifer Morningstar himself. You knew the old story well, about the devil who disguised himself as a serpent. Hoping for a chance to meet the celebrity, every time a shadow passed your room you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning out in hopes of catching a glimpse of the unholy celebrity. Like most things in Hell, being admitted into the hospital was surprisingly normal. From writing out your details on an intake form, to peeing in a cup for the pregnancy test, you welcomed the familiarity of the act. Though unlike human hospitals, they also requested to know your natal chart, and when you didn’t know that, your exact time and date of birth and the city you were born in. You had heard on a podcast somewhere that planets and signs can affect a person’s mood, but this was taking it a step in a strange direction. 
Since you were in the company of a King of Hell, you didn’t have to wait long. Which you were grateful for because the longer you sat in silence, the more ideas about having a family began to fill Satan’s head. He was interrupted by an alarming knock at the door, and the devil wrapped his arms protectively around you and your flat belly as the doctor entered. 
Hell had many surprises for you, but this one was the biggest of all as the… man? Human? Blinking and shaking your head, you squinted at the man who walked across the room, stepping into the swivel chair and shoving himself across the room toward you. All devils in Hell had horns, it puzzled you to see only a head of red hair protruding from all the bandages- ah. You had heard of this particular devil, he was something of a celebrity himself. The devil who healed by wearing his patient’s scars.
“Lord Majesty Satan, honored to have you here today,” Morax said brightly, looking up from the folder with your name on it to blink briefly at you before turning to acknowledge the King of Gehenna. “Pleasure to meet you, miss, and welcome to Lost Paradise. I regret having you here under these circumstances, it is quite a pleasant place to visit even when you aren’t ill.” 
“Thanks,” you said slowly, staring down at his tapered fingers which were flipping through your charts. “I just wanna make sure that everything’s fine, ya know?” 
“Of course, of course,” the kind devil smiled at you, or seem to, it was hard to tell what kind of face he was making underneath the bandages that covered him. Morax had a noteworthy mastery of his emotions. Sometimes they obfuscated his emotions completely, such as when he asked for the reason you were there. His eyebrows didn’t so much as knit at the idea that you might be pregnant. Except when Satan declared himself as your emergency contact (and even labeled himself as your partner) his eyes and the bandages furrowed with polite confusion. You could tell now that he was frowning as he stared at Satan, who was still busy admiring your stomach. “Some of these questions are sensitive, would you like for his Lord Majesty to wait outside until we’re done?” 
“She can say anything in front of me,” Satan growled, hugging you protectively. Morax’s bandages shifted and you read the emotion well; concern. Why though? You expected the doctor to buckle under the King’s statement, instead he and his bandages shifted their posture, like they were all squaring up against him. 
“I’m happy to hear that you think that, sir, but you aren’t the patient.” 
Oh damn, you thought to yourself as Satan now glared up at you, looking for your response. No devil had ever given the devil of Wrath lip like that before. Morax was looking at you too, holding your chart close to him while waiting for your reply. 
“It is entirely up to you if you want him in the room for this exam. We have a perfectly well equipped waiting room just around the corner.” 
“H-he can stay,” you decided, and Satan smirked triumphantly at the doctor, who was not paying attention. Instead he was flipping through your paperwork, single eye moving erratically across the results. 
“What is the approximate date of your last menstrual cycle?” 
That was easy, it was exactly a week before… before…
Morax lifted his face from your folder when the words got caught in your throat. “A week before Minhyeok was… when Gabriel…”
Not saying a word, the devil kicked his rolling chair off from the bed, propelling himself across the room to grab a box of tissues. 
“Sounds like you have had quite some trauma recently as well,” he offered along with the tissues for you. Ignoring Satan’s low growl when he leaned in close to leave the box beside you, Morax went back to your chart. “You’ve been sexually active during your time in Hell?”
“Yeah,” you said shakily, dabbing at your eyes and playing with the wet tissue in your hands. Suddenly you were wondering if it was too late to ask Satan to wait outside as Morax made a note. 
“How many partners have you had?” 
Now there was an awkward pause as you quietly counted on your fingers, mentally listing all of the devils from Gehenna, Tartaros, and Hades. Satan’s eyes flashed red as your fingers kept ticking. By the time you had racked up the grand total in your head, the devil’s fingers were digging into your thighs, leaving deep divots in your skin. Morax on the other hand didn’t flinch at your body count, only asked the follow up question, “all male?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Are all these questions really necessary?” Satan complained, trying to lean over and peek at Morax’s scribble.
His bandages shifted and contoured as the doctor frowned deeply at Satan, flipping the folder out of his line of sight. “Yes, we’ll also be testing you for sexually transmitted infections,” said the bandages to you now. “We’ll require a genital swab or a blood draw, lady’s choice.” 
Nodding understandingly, you squeezed your legs instinctively together because it had been a while since you went to a clinic for a test like this. At least it sounded all like what you were used to, Satan’s face was red at the thought. 
“What about the pregnancy test?” The King asked, watching as Morax closed the folder and reached for a stethoscope.
Once again you were impressed at how the subordinate devil was able to shoo Satan off of you like he was nothing more than a fly. Pushing the King of Wrath away with just a wave of his hand, he rested his elbow on the examination table. 
“I’m still waiting to hear those results- deep breath please… Good, and again please, this’ll be cold on your back… very good, healthy lungs - but we devils are naturally infertile. Have you had intercourse with any mortal men in the last month?” Morax directed at you, looping the stethoscope around his shoulders as he pressed his bandaged fingers to your throat. 
His touch was swift, but even after he had pulled away you could still feel the pads of his fingers pressing on your lymph nodes. 
“N-not intercourse,” you mumbled, blushing deeply when Morax’s bandages raised at you. “I’ve been drinking uhm… A human’s essence to help with acclimating to Hell.” 
“That won’t get you pregnant,” Morax assured you, patting the back of the table and urging you to lay down. “You’re going to feel a little bit of cold again.” Pulling up your shirt and quick as a cat before Satan could be outraged, Morax pressed the pad of the stethoscope to your belly. Running the cold metal along the hem of your naval, he didn’t ask you to breathe this time. “Hello? Anyone home?”
Just as Satan was about to grab Morax by the tails of his bandages, the devil was retreating, tossing the stethoscope aside. “We’ll wait for the test results to come back, let me go and see if those are ready now. I’ll be right back.”
Sighing with relief once Morax was gone, Satan went back to moping with his chin on your thigh. You sat on your hands this time, busy wondering if a nurse was going to come in for the other stuff. Satan was too occupied with mourning a child that would never exist when a different, wicked thought took root. 
“W-what are you doing?” You hissed when his thumb began to ride along the seam of your pants, moving inward to stroke at your clothed mound. “We can’t fuck in a hospital.” 
“Why not?” He asked devilishly, sitting up and kissing you to quiet your protests. Meanwhile his hand squirmed its way to unbutton your pants, his fingers about to rub your clit between them, when Morax knocked at the door again. 
“Come in!” You called, jerking your whole body out of Satan’s grip as Morax reentered, head down and conveniently not looking at you. Instead he was focusing on a tray which had been lined up with the test kits, parking that on the other side of the bed. Glaring at the utensils, Satan frowned deeply and stood from his chair. 
“I’ll be outside,” he grumbled, slamming the door with enough ferocity that a jar of cotton swabs threatened to fall from their shelf.
“Sorry,” you started to say, but Morax tutted and he and his bandages smiled at you. That easily undid the knot in your mind and allowed you to relax. 
“Your situation is… unique, there’s no need to apologize for it. Though I am obligated to ask,” he paused, tilting his head towards the door as if listening for Satan. You found yourself doing the same, wondering if the King may be standing with his ear pressed hungrily to the door. “Are you currently experiencing any kind of abuse or violence?” 
Oh yeah, you thought to yourself, realizing that human hospitals and clinics really were fashioned like the ones in Hell. It made you think though, because at first your response was going to be no, but now you were thinking about it. It wasn’t a straight and simple no, you realized. Satan’s voracious appetite to have you all to himself did bother you to an extent. Was that really enough for you to say yes?
“Your answer is confidential,” Morax spoke up when you didn’t immediately reply. He must have been mistaking your hesitation to answer for fear of retaliation. “We have resources that you may use, even as a mortal. He may be a King, but he is not free to mistreat you, even if you aren’t a citizen of Hell.”
“It’s not like that,” you began, but you were still thinking about it. It had been easy for you to write off Satan’s behavior of isolating you as sweet possessiveness because he was handsome. He was handsome and one way or another you always came on his dick. Your stomach began to turn as that simple question was undoing everything you thought about the King of Wrath. “I-I need to have sex with devils regularly because of my condition.” 
“Yes, PDD,” Morax said easily, flicking open your file. “Planar Dissociative Disorder, when your body is unable to stay in one realm. We’ve only had one other case of this.” He gave you a look as he made another note. “There is a way for us to stabilize you to Hell without all of that… extra activity, if you’d like.” 
 “Wait, really?” You asked, shimming to sit on the edge of the bed as Morax nodded enthusiastically, the tails of his bandages were working out from under his coat. You wondered if he would come apart like a cartoon mummy if you tugged on them.
“Of course, transferring raw energy from one being to another is not a new practice. Devils need energy transfers for many things, and while sexual activity is potent and works, it’s not the only means.” He tilted his head now so that his unobstructed eye could look at you fully.
He didn’t ask the question, because the answer was written on your face as your epiphany made you light headed. Before you could faint from the dizzying realization that you had been tricked, a bandaged hand was guiding you to lay back on the bed. “Easy, take a deep breath. If you’re going to have an attack, do it. I promise you are in the safest place for it.” 
Were you really mad about falling for it? Letting Satan fill up your head with the idea that the only way for you to survive in Hell was dick? That was your next question, and that answer was also apparent in your eyes as Morax sat patiently at your side. You felt uncomfortable, this new truth was forcing you to reexamine every sigh and every pair of eyes through a new lens.
“Do I have to answer that question?” You finally gulped, looking to Morax who had pressed the stethoscope to your wrist. It looked like he was keeping time of your heart, and when he looked up at you he didn’t move from his spot. 
“If you want to continue using sex as the vehicle for the energy transfer-”
“No, not that question,” you flushed and pulled your hand out of his. The bandages scraped on your skin and begged you not to leave, but you put your hands in your lap anyway. “The question about abuse.”
Up above the clock on the wall was the only noise in the room; you were holding your breath, Morax’s eyes were closed as he was summoning up words of wisdom to serve. Each second that passed made the question feel heavier on your head. “You don’t need to answer, but for my own peace of mind as a healer, I would like one.” 
His gaze followed yours as you stared at the office door one more time, still wondering where in this hospital Satan was. 
“I wouldn’t call it domestic violence, but he’s been… uh, really needy.” 
“Would you call his Lord Majesty your primary partner?” Morax asked, reaching out with a foot to pull the trolley of syringes and cotton swabs closer but not picking anything up. 
“Yeah, I guess I would. Ever since I came back from Hades he has been nervous about letting me out of his sight. Or anyone touching me,” you added with a shiver, remembering the first time you two did it after you returned to Gehenna. He broke his desk pounding against you, eyes and face flushed red with passionate fury. Snarling desperate promises to not let you out of his sight again.
Nodding along, Morax drummed his fingers against the bed before putting a hand empathically on top of you. “I understand if you don’t want to answer, it can be hard to reject a King. Especially one as impulsive as he, but King or no, he is not entitled to you beyond what you are comfortable with. I have an open door policy for all of my patients, and I would do everything in my power to shield you from retribution.” 
“Thank you, doctor,” you answered awkwardly, pulling yourself to sit up straight as a familiar urge took root in your belly. Calm down, you told yourself as Morax switched gears swiftly, reaching for the syringe. 
“I presume you’d prefer a blood draw?” He’s being professional, don’t hit on him. Do not hit on him, do not- 
“Is there a Mrs. Morax?” What the fuck, you asked yourself, pinching yourself when he turned his back to you for something off the trolley. 
Chuckling lightly, the devil twisted the rubberband around your forearm, rubbing at your skin to find a vein. “No, this profession and appreciation of my patients is my love. How are you liking Hell?” 
Grateful that he was a better conversationalist, you went back and forth with the small talk. The blood draw was the easy part, he was gentle and the needle breaking your skin felt a little bit like a kiss. After the way that Satan had bent you over a few nights before, a syringe’s prick was small comparatively. 
You started to feel bad for your flawed flirting because despite all of it, Morax was kind. He made eye contact with you while you spoke, his kind expression reading your animated hands while you went on and on. Even his bandages seemed to hold you as you talked about traveling to Tartaros, your ability to break contracts, and the death of your best friend. Before you realized it, you had confided in him about everything that had happened to you and what you endured during your time in Hell. As well as some of the things you endured on Earth too. The craziest part about your visit? He listened. Didn’t try to demean or simplify your worries, only asking clarifying questions before going quiet again, he listened and understood. Which was its own kind of healing, you hadn’t been allowed to just talk about what you’ve been through, the things you left behind. 
“Maybe going home for a day would be good for you,” Morax suggested as he assembled your pamphlets to take home. Quietly, you appreciated the insert he hid containing his contact information inside of a generic health brochure. Something Satan would never look at, so if you ever needed assistance, he was just a discreet text away. “Pluto will be entering retrograde in about a month’s time, which is also what’s making your condition so much more pronounced.”
“Oh wanting to know signs wasn’t a personal request?” You teased, and Morax shrugged defenselessly. 
“You aren’t a doctor, you’ll never know the truth… Anyway, Pluto descending is a time of personal healing and closure. You are a Leo,” he declared, pausing at a small desk alcove that looked like it might be his. A group photo of other devils lined up shoulder to shoulder in military uniform was above the computer screen. Pulling out a sheet of paper, Morax stuffed it into your take home folder. 
“Pluto in retrograde for you will be defining, damning even. You’ll enter the final phase of a transformative experience, and also have the chance to be the hero of your story… or the victim. This will be decided by your own actions, as well as the ones of those you trust.” He avoided giving you a pointed look, instead wrapping his hands behind his back and escorting you to the waiting room. 
“You got all that just from knowing my sign?” You asked, once again feeling a little light headed and dizzy from realizing just how close to home his observations were. 
“Medicine is more than just anatomy, chemical reactions, and alchemy. Sometimes the stars push us to be destructive, and knowing the star’s plans can be life changing ammunition.” Coming to a stop just outside the double doors, Morax looked at you again. “All in all, you are healthy and not pregnant. You will be forced to look at a few aspects of your life, and tie up loose ends. The following month is about closure and healing, allow yourself to do both. We’ll be following up with you on your test results for the STIs in about a week. If you don’t hear from us, assume it's good news. Should you need anything, anything,” he stressed and tilted his red hair toward the door. “Call me.” 
Stepping out into the lush waiting room, Satan jumped to his feet at the sight of you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you to stand away from Morax. “How is she? What was the result of the test?” 
“Negative,” Morax replied, and you could have sworn that, even for just a second, there was a glint of delight in his face at Satan’s open disappointment. “Her body is just going through transformative measures because of the energy transfers. Expect your cycle to be spotty from now on, as long as you have PDD. You will need to have these transfers while you remain in Hell, so as discussed we can look at alternatives.” 
“Will going back to Earth help with that?” You dared to ask, aware that Satan’s grip on you tightened defensively. 
“I doubt it, it might only reset and make the condition worse… but it might help with all of the other things you mentioned.” The doctor concluded with a short bow, not looking at Satan as he started to pull you toward the door. 
“Thank you again for everything,” you called over your shoulder as the King hauled you out of the hospital and into the Garden’s gradient light. "That wasn't so bad," you added to Satan as you walked arm in elbow to the portal back to Gehenna. "He was nice."
"I guess," Satan gritted his teeth in reply, eyes ahead and focused on the task at hand. Which was finding a place to flip you over and pretend to impregnate you all over again. "Let's never do that again."
"Yeah, definitely," you lied, casting your gaze backward as the portal swallowed you home. Part of you hoped you had every disease in the book, just for a chance to see Morax again.
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salubriwrites-blog · 1 month ago
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RAAAAA
ALL THE KINGS
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salubriwrites-blog · 1 month ago
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Me with you guys simping over hot men
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salubriwrites-blog · 1 month ago
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I like your fics! They’re very engaging. But could you please put a Read More break on them so they’re easier to like and reblog?
Btw who are your top 7 characters in WHB?
I literally had no idea that that was something you have to actually do i'm dumb LOL. I only just got into Tumblr so I'm still learning how to do all that stuff. Thanks for pointing it out ^^ I don't think I even have 7. I think I have a bunch that sometimes take turns being my number one.
Sitri lives in my head rent free 90% of the time. I was like "oh he's from Satan's faction idk if I'm gonna like him". Literally the *only* one from Satan's faction I love.
Andrealphus fights for first the other half of the time. I love my blind baby girl princess. I have pretty severe eye issues so Andrealphus inspires me to explore more about that through writing him.
The other ones kinda wobble around for a bunch of reasons. Barbatos, Morax, Mammon, and Leviathan (though not in that order, obviously). My ultimate goal doing a "You Choose" story for all the devils and angels.
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You Chose Barbatos, Pt 2
To celebrate good news, I'm wrapping up Pt 2! You can find Part 1 here:
CW: Bondage (with vines)
Giggling like maniacs, Barbatos held your hand as he led the way through the perfectly sculpted breezeways. Every few steps you would jerk him backward for a kiss. Little sips of his energy to keep you going to your euphoric end. His lips were smooth and reminded you of sunrise, Barbatos would hold you until you caught your breath. You had a stupid smile on your face, you knew that for certain as the devil held you to his chest, keeping you from sinking to the ground in a puddle of relief and excitement.
“I can’t believe that worked, we did it,” you hissed, clutching his hands and shaking them excitedly. 
“I did nothing, it was all you,” Barbatos chuckled, rewarding you with another soft kiss that pulled you to stand up straight. “Let’s get you somewhere private, you look exhausted.”
Everywhere in Hades was a scenic place for a moment of romance, but as news of your decision began to leak from the castle grounds, the devils allowed their true natures to shine. Inquisitive and jealous eyes began to peer around corners and through the arms of Leviathan’s statues. Trying to get a glance of what Barbatos had, of what they never would. Neither of you acknowledged them, but Barbatos was not above showing you off. Sweeping you off your feet and perching you on the garden walls, he would part your legs and step into a chaste kiss. Then he’d wrap your legs around him and carry you, holding you up as you threw your head back to laugh at his absurdity. The devil was one to boast, and with you as his trophy, he took every opportunity to drink in his siblings’ envy. 
At the mouth of a familiar hedge maze he set you down, planting a softer kiss against your forehead while you sought balance. It loomed in front of you like a beast, ready to swallow the both of you whole. 
“How are you feeling? Well enough to walk?” Barbatos asked, letting you be the one to take the first step. That was what had pulled you to him to begin with, his patience. Everyone in Hades was arrogant and prideful in their own way, needing to make themselves the center of attention so that you never took your eyes off them. Not him though, Barbatos was happy to share the spotlight, and let you be the one to wrap your hand in his and tug him through the mouth of the maze. 
Every day the walls were adorned with different colors and smells as the flowers and vinework changed. Today they were reds and purples so deep it was almost black, the sunlight and the hues of each other lending an iridescent sheen. Your feet knew the way to the center, the maze had become a place of comfort for you during that week in Hades. Once you made it to the middle, Barbatos forbid you from taking another step. Sneaking up from behind, he swept you off your feet and flipped you over his shoulder. Laughing at his triumphant display, you watched as the path you just walked filled and blocked itself off with more foliage. Concealed inside, no one who had followed you two for a chance to gawk would find you now. Or so you both thought as Barbatos swung you again, this time spreading you out on the lawn of long grass that felt more comfortable than any bed you’d found in Hell. Each blade contoured to your skin, keeping your bends and shape in mind as it cradled you. 
“What will be your first pleasure?” The devil asked, whipping his cloak off and letting it fall to the ground. Over his shoulder you saw them, eyes peering just over the garden wall. Raising your hand to block the sun from your vision, you caught sight of the devils. They clung to the top of the hedge, eyes widening with panic when your sights locked on one another. 
Your first pleasure was going to be that you two get right down to business. For Barbatos to shed his clothes and rip yours away. Then use his vines to hold your legs up and bend you in half, that way his hands could be free to touch and pinch you as he thrust easily into you. Instead all of that was scrambled by the envious eyes of a peeping tom, and you uttered, “I don’t want anyone watching.”
Following your gaze, Barbatos turned slowly as he was in the process of unbuckling his belt. The devils on the wall were frozen and panic stricken when you saw them, and that was only amplified by whatever hot stare they received from your devil. “It will be yours,” he said and raised an arm, the veins defined in his wrist and forearm as he strained. All around you both, the walls rose higher, high, and impossibly higher still. On the other side there was a shout as whatever voyeurs were pushed away. Thorns and spikes grew and crosshatched over each other, forming a dome that blocked out everything. Not even the sunlight could penetrate the thick foliage Barbatos summoned, and when he turned back to face you, beaming proudly, you wondered. 
“Barbatos,” you began, sitting up and taking his fingers, giving them a half hearted shake hoping to undo his display. “You didn’t have to block out the sun too.” You knew how badly Barbatos needed light, his love language was that he shared it with you. Something so simple has become intimately integral to your relationship. Hours spent tanning together, smiling drowsily at each other as heat exhaustion claimed your minds. 
Laughing, Barbatos finished unbuckling his belt, allowing his pants to collapse at his ankles as he stepped out of them, along with his boots. Soon he was only wearing the little red undies that he would sunbathe in with you as he got on his knees, almost bursting out of the hem his cock’s head was already glistening with precum. Crawling over the bed of grass and roses that grew around you, the motion of his hips and the protrusion of his erection was almost enough to pull the briefs away. He’d leave that honor to you. In the half light his eyes almost became an eclipse as Barbatos’ face came closer. “Who needs the sunshine when you’re here?”
His kiss spread warmth down your neck and across your shoulders as with just the force of his lips Barbatos laid you down. Knowing what you needed, his fingers were quick to pull your dress up to your hips, hands rubbing your thighs as he worked himself between your legs. Moving on their own, your own hands pulled his underwear, yanking them down enough that his dick and balls hung loose. You were impatient, hungry, and couldn’t even be bothered to undress completely. Instead you reached up and hooked the chain that linked his horns in a finger and pulled him to press against you. “Now.” 
“Yes madam,” Barbatos panted, working a finger up and down your slit, opening you enough for your arousal to drench him. His jaw dropped and expression tightened when his nail teased at your clit, making your whole body jolt as if he’d electrocuted you. “Right away.” Pawing your wetness out of you, he used it to lubricate himself hurriedly, daring to tease you for a few seconds longer than you’d like. Just to watch your brow furrow with frustration when it was only his slender fingers inside you. 
“I said-” you started to complain, but the penetration interrupted you. Throwing your head back against the earth, your moan fell flat within the leafy dome. Cupping the small of your back, Barbatos let your body arch and tighten how you pleased as he thrust eagerly. As wet as he was from coating himself in your release, your hips still protested and pleaded for gentleness as you took him. This devil was particularly large, your body was scrambling to make room. Sensing your discomfort when your moans changed pitch, Barbatos was gentler as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder and then the other, kissing your ankles as vines coiled their way up your bodies. Abating his tempo, the flowers that adorned your thighs and hips pulled and shifted your posture, helping you find the space required. 
“Is that better? Am I still hurting you?” He asked, running his fingers over the ribbing of the vines across your belly. 
“Yes, better,” you whispered, momentarily distracted as rose buds crawled and blossomed over your body, pulling your hands above your head to tie you loosely. Testing their vitality, they would break if you needed to pull away, but why would you want that? You felt safe here, bound up like a present for Barbatos to slowly undo. “Now, more.” 
As if the word had been the crack of a whip on his back, Barbatos planted his hands on either side of your head. The weight of his hips impacting yours pushed you along the ground, staining your dress in green, red, and purple. Inside you felt his head threatening over and over to burst through your cervix, testing your innermost limits. There was a pain that rode alongside the pleasure as he drove you to madness. You didn’t want it to end, but you couldn’t get the words out between thrusts, his expression cracking and breaking away as he found his own climax before yours. Posturing himself up on his toes, Barbatos threw his arms around your shoulders and pushed all his weight with that final thrust. His cock spasmed and his belly fluttered against yours as he spent himself, and the devil relaxed while pressing kisses into your neck and shoulders. Meanwhile, you stared at the canopy overhead, mouth dry and body wanting. Surely that wasn’t all? He was going to let the vines come undone and flip you on your belly to finish making you cum. He had been your choice after all, he wouldn’t make you regret it so quickly?
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the devil began, a big teasing smile on his face as his dick receded. His face melted into pleasurable surprise when your body did not give him up so easily, not done with him. “Where are my manners?” With a grin, the vines that had held you in place tightened and pulled your legs further backward, bending your body in half and leaving your dripping hole exposed. Thorns worked their way under your clothes, peeling and ripping them to ribbons that got caught in the foliage that decorated you. “I was so caught up in making sure that you got the energy you needed, I seem to have missed something, hm.” 
Still teasing you, his knees scooted to rest against the small of your back as he held your upside down body in his lap. Moving across the ground, the vines tightened and half suspended you, relieving the weight off your shoulders as he blew cold air on your cunt. Again as though electrocuted, your body jolted and strained against the lattice that no longer broke or tore. 
With that cool breath, your arousal began to dry and crust to your thighs, but it was immediately rehydrated as Barbatos clamped his mouth over you. Howling with sensation, your body tried to find purchase around him. The vines held you firm, leaving you struggling to express your satisfaction beyond stuttered squeals and deep gasps. First he flattened his tongue against your clit, pulsing it to deliver sweet ripples that turned into a tsunami through your core. Only able to buck and shove your hips against him, you rubbed against his tongue in a way that made the pleasure overwhelming. It wasn’t enough, the devil could sense you reached a plateau. You thought you caught a glimpse of his smile as he found a new way to push you, sliding his slender fingers inside you. Quickly he found your g-spot, massaging it roughly while his lips sucked and kissed at your swelling clit. Hearing him hum with excitement at how your body engorged itself eagerly at his treatment only made you wetter in his mouth. 
“You taste delightful, I could live off your sweetness,” he whispered to your lips, kissing them while his fingers filled you up. “Relax yourself against me, let me do it all.” He urged, but every time your body tried to do as he asked it trembled violently, sending shivers through the roots and maze that confined you. Any devils outside the thorny facade would be able to see how you shook and seized for Barbatos, and that revelation made you shake even more. 
When his hands and tongue stopped being enough, you were able to utter out a single word, a shallow gasp that you didn’t think he heard. “More.” Maybe he didn’t actually hear you, or wanted you to beg, you licked your lips and tried to heave your body so that you could speak clearer. “More.” It was difficult because even though the vines were suspending you, the angle of your shoulders resting on your neck made your belly cave and lungs feel small. Only when you bucked yourself into him could you get enough air to breathe and that in kind would make his tongue stroke over your sensitive spots, so the only sounds you could get out were more moans of pleasure.
“What’s that?” He asked after you gasped for the third time, sitting up tall to lean over you, his smile peaking over the valley of your mound. His eyes were alight with glee, taking in your flushed face and sweat stained locks. “You still aren’t satisfied? How voracious,” he teased your blush, extending his tongue so that you could watch him work his way inside you. Burrowing impossibly deep, your face burnt even brighter when his tongue lap up traces of your excitement. It coated his tongue and his eyes fluttered with ecstasy as he savored it before returning for more. “Perhaps you need something to enjoy as well?” Unable to speak, you bucked your hips in response hoping that it got the point across well enough. 
Chuckling to himself, Barbatos pulled away from you and stood, walking in circles, admiring your tangled shape. “It almost feels like a sin,” he mused, strumming the vines and lattice work that kept you bound. “To be the only one to enjoy how marvelous you look… but I like it. Being the only one allowed to have you like this, it makes me want to have you all over again.” Speaking truthfully, on his second pass you could see that he was hard again, staggering more than walking as it swung like a pendulum between his legs. “May I?” He asked, stopping to bend over you, his face upside down and looking wildly hopeful. Around you the vines strained and lifted you, just enough that you could breathe fully and speak clearly. 
“Yes, please,” you choked on air, gasping again as he lowered you back down. 
“Thank you,” he whispered, stroking himself to his full length, meanwhile the vines put you spread eagle on the ground. Barbatos’ erection eclipsed your sight, and opened your mouth so wide your jaw strained. You could taste yourself on Barbatos, and eagerly you ran your tongue along his shaft, hoping to taste a fraction of what he had. Silver and sweet on your tongue, every time you swallowed you felt yourself relaxing, able to take more and more of his length. The mixture of your combined release had an alchemical property that made you numb and not mind that the head of his cock grazed the bottom of your throat. On the other end, his lips found your clit again, lapping your impending orgasm up like a hungry animal. The vines that had bound your legs together spread you wide, loosening their hold enough that you could wrap your limbs around his shoulders. Free at last, your feet flexed and crooked as you shuddered into his lips.
When you felt yourself reaching the precipice, you opened your mouth further, stretching your tongue as far as you could until gravity allowed you to fit one of his balls in your mouth. Barbatos had been fervently stroking your spot again when you did that, and the gasp he let out as he realized what you were doing made you coat his fingers. 
“Oh, what a mouth,” he cried, burying his fingers in your cunt again, alternating between thrusting into you with his fingers and his tongue. All while he gently rocked his hips against your jaw. “If you keep being a good girl, I’m going to come again- just kidding.” Barbatos added affectionately when you began to spit his balls out. “I want you to come this time… would you like that? Alright, I’ll make you come now.” With his attention focused on your order, the devil pressed his fingers inward. Finding your spot again he was merciless, his lips and teeth teasing your clit, hand filling your hole, your body trembled from the overload. You had never felt so full before, didn’t know that you could take all of his cock in your mouth, or all his fingers in your cunt. Going slack jawed, you happily let Barbatos’ hips shift and thrust against your mouth, your tongue only able to draw lazy designs on his shaft. All of your energy went into cumming for him, your moans reaching a pitch that could have blown the leaves off the branches of the maze. A slow dribble of cum stemmed from Barbatos as he listened to your orgasm, ear pressed to your naval, feeling your muscles contract and spasm. Hips aching and begging to relax, your whole body sighed with relief as he pulled his fingers from you one by one, not knowing peace until he sat up from on top of you.
“May I keep you like this? Just a little longer?” Barbatos asked, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip, licking the release he collected. He could have fucked you all over again and you wouldn’t mind, your mind was abuzz and the combination of asphyxiation and orgasm left your face feeling fuzzy. When you didn’t answer though, the vines came undone and your body flopped into the grass.
“We can stay like this, I like this too… Did I please you?” The devil asked, surprisingly sounding a little anxious as he slipped to lay in the grass. Twining your legs together and stroking your mound, his eyes searched for a sign of life, satisfaction. 
“You were perfect,” you managed to exhale, finding enough power to touch his cheek and run your thumb down his lip. That was all you could do though, you hadn’t been fucked with like that since you fell for that online scam. If he asked for your next pleasure, it would be a hibernation in his arms.
Pleased with your answer, Barbatos waved a hand overhead then dropped it on your belly. Above the vines wriggled and squirmed, letting sunshine down. No faces were waiting on the other side of the hedge maze as the sky opened for you two, allowing the sun to speckle rays and shapes on your skin. Beneath you the grass and flowers rose up to cradle your bodies, both out of breath and filled with sunlight. Rolling on your side to better face him, Barbatos had thought the same and the next, easiest step was to twist your limbs together into a lover’s knot. You dozed together in the sun, exercising your favorite pastime together: stroking each other’s backs and cooling each other with your breath. 
“Thank you,” the devil whispered, grappling your fingers into his and kissing your knuckles. 
“For what?” You asked, unable to raise your head and smiling when the roses beneath you did it for you. 
“For choosing me.” The vines twisted you two closer together, helping you fall asleep in each other’s arms. “I hope it’s the most difficult decision you’ll have to make in Hell.”
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salubriwrites-blog · 1 month ago
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salubriwrites-blog · 1 month ago
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Took sitting in a dentist’s waiting room for 2 hours to finish writing Barbatos’ story.
When I get back to WiFi I’ll be uploading it.
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salubriwrites-blog · 1 month ago
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When I first started playing WHB I redid the personality quiz 5 times cause I wanted to get Leviathan. They gave me Mammon 3/5.
But then they gave me ALL OF MAMMON’S CARDS during my free daily draws and at first I was pissed.
But I love him and I hate that a game knows me so well.
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I like my beefcake garnished in gold please 👌✨
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Shirtless Sitri though??? Yes PLEASE????????????
May I request Sitri and Amy, but they've swapped clothes? 👀 Just pure absolute chaos. Thanks.
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did my best but omg gehenna uniforms are so detailed 😫😫
anyway idk how you'll convince sitri to do this lmao amy would just take any opportunity to mess with sitri but you'd probably have to be sneaky with him and infiltrate sitri's closet
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