#whb writings

[boycrazybimbo]

Avisos: MC that offers to cockwarm them(EXPLICIT)

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#CNC #Slut-shaming #Spanking #DD/lg bc Stolas #Hair-pulling implied #Spitting #Saliva as lube #Threats of rape & abuse #Rough sex

Expect lots of furious blushing at the beginning.

Poor guy almost choked on his drink when you approached him and sat on his (already hard) lap- It all happened so fast. One moment you both were chatting about wholesome things, then the next you (somehow?) managed to sit on his thighs when he was distracted. He was taken aback, hell, even you were because he didn't get hostile towards you during the act(lots of regrets later for thinking too soon-).

BONUS: He got all blushy and started to grind against your ass despite his confusion, he caught on very quickly. He even would lightly push your face away every time you'd turn to face him, just to hide his own face. Sadly, it was a subtle blush since he has a tough exterior and isn't a tsundere and only lasted for about 5 seconds.

(Waaah! I hope he's either canonically dominant or a tsundere :<)

He applauds your bravery for sitting on him, might I add, before even asking to cockwarm him, but you're still not off the hook!: He'll take a fistful of your hair and arch your back, his face would be centimeters away from yours and his breath hot against your skin. His stare icy cold yet with with a lustful grin and a sinister gleam in his eyes, plus his raging boner beneath your ass, intimidated you by a lot. His previous blush of shock and slight embarrassment was soon replaced by a small blush that dusted his pale cheeks only prior to his arousal{{{ Author-chan's note: Wtf does autocorrect keep changing this to carousal- }}}.

Ideally and actually, it wasn't your plan on suggesting to cockwarm him, let alone participate in any sexual activities with him-. You just wanted to sit on his lap (for whatever reason). It actually was WHOLESOME, just not until the groans and spanking sounds filled the room and occurred afterwards-

His boner would rub between your cheeks, his smeared and clothed tip would lather droplets of his leaking pre-cum against the crack of your thong. He would take ahold of your wrists between his big hands and continue to hump your rear. He never stopped until you spoke, teasing you to no end with his degradation:

"You whore, don't act surprised. You brought this upon yourself, brat. Papa wants to give you his Daddy dick, so take it willingly."- He would chuckle slightly, pulling at your belt and bending you over a table, his hands rubbing up and down the back of your thighs until they sneaked up your miniskirt, groping and spreading your asscheeks apart wide for him to see before pulling one from under and smacking one of said cheeks in which he previous gripped.

"Your throat is looking awfully more pretty today, baby girl. I just want to wrap my hands around it while I fuck you deep from behind. Ah-ah-ah! Shut the fuck up, bitch! You have no say in this now. Fuck you!"-He would cover your mouth with his gloved hand when you protested to him, leaning down to you(you're bent over a table for a spanking, not a short woman, unless you are-), whispering utter vulgarity as you tear up from him smacking your ass hard with a pink crop that was lying on the table beside one of your arms for some reason(?).

"Shut the hell up! Papa will not hesitate to hurt you, you little slut. No attitude will make Daddy better, only fucking you senseless will."- He would shove two of his fingers past your plump lips, rubbing them against your tongue to lubricate them or shush you(Maybe both?). His other snaking over one of your hips to pull your thong down from under your skirt that, due to his strength and you trying to pull and get away from him desperately, your hands trying to grip the edge of the table for stability and for grounding, leaving it torn and dangling against one of your ankles.

(That was more than a pull- R.I.P. the thong and let's pray for dat ass XD)

So, your way of getting out of god knows what he'd do was to offer some "help" for his hard-on. And by help, you meant satisfying his aching cock before he takes the situation into his own hands.

(He already has your ass in his hands, so... Also, doesn't he already have this situation under his control? More like YOU'RE under his control. idek anymore-)

He would then grin, giving you a soft "love tap" on the ass for being his good girl. Such a good girl you are for giving up you will for the time-being and finally make that pretty twat of yours useful. He would pull his fingers from out your mouth, spreading your legs with one of his knees to open you for him, his other hand gripping your one of your hips harshly that were sure to bruise the next day. Oh, no, dear: Your tears and sobs would only make him further his activities, so good girls shouldn't speak unless spoken to. But in your case, you should cry for "not having a reason to".

After all, there's way more useful ways you can use that adorable mouth of yours than to let out pathetic choked sobs. Specifically sucking him off or letting out a series of blissful moans or even letting his name escape your lips like the dirty bitch you are.

He would then shove his coated digits in your tight and already puffy cunt, pumping them in and out, his nails grazing your fleshy insides. Your feminine scent filled the room with a tasty aroma to demons and angels alike. You were scared you'd attract another man nearby. You definitely didn't want a threesome at a time like that-

Your creamy juices would coat his digits like glue, causing him to groan and lick them clean, pulling out roughly and leaving your abused twat gaping, bloody, and dripping with arousal. You can't help but let out a pained moan of both relief and frustration for the lack of his digits up in you like a puppet. He would moan softly at your taste, his brain instantly recognizing and differentiating all three of your tastes so then he would enjoy each of their flavor individually so that he might savor them all...

"Aww~ Look at your gaping cunt. So wide and hungry for my semen already. I bet if I only put the tip in, it'd suck my whole dick inside like a whore vacuum... Let's test that, hmm?"-Despite his question for consent, he would unbuckle his slacks, pulling out his long and veiny cock and giving it a few strokes, grinning at your reaction of horror. But no, despite being scared out of your shit, some part of you wanted to find out how much you could take. Sure, you had dildos, but none came in comparison to his meaty shaft. Besides, those types of dildos would be too expensive with no guarantee of fitting.

(not me getting actually getting angry at overpriced dildos-)

You would wonder which parts of you both were more eager: The gaping and dripping pussy you shamefully admit is yours or his hard erection that he'd had before you got into that mess. You can't shake the thought that you could MAYBE fit him. You thought if you were this wet already, surely you could take it? But... You started regretting the fact you promised to cockwarm him, which, stupidly obvious, meant that you'd have to have that thing inside you for unfortunately hours on end...

Will be continued!(7/15/23)

[cynnkk]

LUCIFER IN A THONG???????

the pegging sessions we would go through could scare asmodeus himself.

pull the thong so it hits his ass and his hole so many times he gets overstimulated.

move the thong aside to make way for your dick/strap.

grab him by the hair so he arches his back and make him grind on your strap/dick while he gags on your fingers.

remove his thong and put it in his mouth to gag him and make him finally shut up [be careful, he's a (s)creamer]

ALL DAY ALL NIGHT ON EVERY SURFACE HE'S NOT LEAVING THE BED TILL WE'RE DONE WITH HIM

[sweetkiitsunez]

HI I'M THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THE RECENT SMUT, IF U WANNA MAKE IT PUBLIC UR GONNA HAVE TO POST IT AGAIN I THINK, I SEARCHED IT UP AND I DON'T THINK U CAN MAKE IT PUBLIC, I'M SO SAURI

PLS TELL ME U HAVE A COPY OF IT

❞𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 - synopsis: being sandwiched by two kings

❞warning: nsfw content (18+) + sub!Gender neutral!reader + threesome + dacryphilia + double penetration + degradation and praising + Dom!Lucifer and Dom!Levithan + unprotective sex + size kink (?) + deepthroat + creampies + dubxon(?) + errors + being slap by Levithan

a/n: repost bcs I literally had a major panic attack when my smut was accidentally privated anyway!! problem fixed!! now I can relax now _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _

"ngh...ah...ah..." the sound of moans coming from your mouth as you're being sandwiched by two kings. King of Pride, Lucifer is holding your thighs as he is licking your tears. King of Envy, Levithan is thrusting his hips destroying your hole. Your back is leaning on Lucifer's chest as he opens your legs wider for Levithan to thrust.

You don't remember how you got yourself into this mess. You remember being cornered by two powerful kings and then your clothes are gone or ripped into shreds.

"Fuck... you're tight..." the King of Envy groans as he thrust his cock inside your hole. He has gone into a quicker and faster pace. In and out of your hole

"Hmm... look Solomon of Descendant. You're doing good..." Lucifer praised as his sharp black fingernails poked your cheeks, so he could taste your tears. You could feel Lucifer's crotch rising from his pants. Levithan is the only person that is fucking your hole.

"Ngh... s-slow down. N-ngh, a-ah! ah!" You moaned as you placed your hand on his chest, groping his right chest as he let out a husky moan.

You can feel the tip of Levithan's cock hitting your g-spot as you couldn't help letting out a loud cry, although that makes Lucifer ten times more excited to hear your cries. His crotch raised as it hit your buttocks.

"Hmph, you're... ngh, sensitive, slut..." Levithan scoffs as he slowly pulls out his cock halfway into your hole. Hearing your whiny cries makes Lucifer hard. He loves hearing your cries and your moans. It sounds like music to his ears. He wants to know how does your insides feel like? Is it tight...?

"Let's not bully, Solomon of Descendant, Levithan," Lucifer said as he leaned his chin on your right shoulder. While the tip of his fingernails drawing circles on your perky nipples as your body trembles.

Levithan made a scrawl look on his face. His jealousy is slowly hitting him as he gives Lucifer an intense stare. You're already worn out for some reason.

"Let's share our little Solomon of Descendant, King Levithan, how about that?" Lucifer wraps his arms around your naked waist as he looks at Levithan. Of course, the King of Envy wants you, all for himself. He hates sharing with other Kings or other Noble Demons. Lucifer seems to see his hint of jealousy as he gropes your chest, twists and pulls your nipples and you let out a squeal. Your head is leaning against Lucifer's shoulder as your eyes roll back to your skull as you stick your tongue out.

"Hmph, I would like to see you try..." Levithan gives Lucifer the same scrawling look. He doesn't want to give up on you for Lucifer nor want to share with others. Does sound like a challenge to him. He would love to see your fuck face with his cum all over your face and insides.

"Your tongue is truly extraordinary..." He lifts your chin and his thumbs open your mouth as he rubs his thumb on your tongue. You look amazing when your dazed eyes look at his cold ones. "Open your mouth for me, slut."

You could tell that Lucifer and Levithan were switching positions and you were onto all four positions. You were immediately been slapped in the face by Levithan's angry dick in front of your face. Slender and beautiful... there's his pre-cum appearing on the tip of his cock. So delicious... your jaw trembled as you opened your mouth wide for him, just like Levithan requested. You could feel Lucifer's sharp nails holding onto your hips. You shift your gaze to Lucifer...

Your eyes widen when you see his size compared to Mammon. There's no way that "thing" will fit into your hole! He will break you apart!

"T-Too big, Lucifer!" You cried. "Y-You're gonna break me apart!"

"Stay still, don't move your hips, love..." Lucifer's soft words spoke. The tip of his large cock kisses your walls as you let out a closed whine.

Levithan doesn't seem to like it when your attention is focused on Lucifer. He grips your hair as he shoved his whole length into your mouth, completely deepthroating you as you gag and choke on his cock. He loved your fucked facial expression as he grips your hair hard enough to pull some strands. He let out a pornographic groan as his whole length is into your mouth down to your throat.

"Your mouth... oh... it's warm..." Levithan groans as he leans his head back.

"I'm putting it in, Solomon..." Lucifer leaned in as he whispered into your ear. He isn't rough like Levithan as he gently pushed his length through your walls and into your insides. Your eyes roll back in your skull as he is inside your hole. Oh god... he is big...

"You're tight... ah... be good for me, okay?" Lucifer chuckles as he rubs your bums.

Levithan is busy fucking your mouth as you couldn't answer Lucifer. The sound of your gag and choke and Levithan's moans as he is deepthroating your throat. Lucifer seems gentle as he moves his hips against yours. You could feel the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot every time he moves. It's good... It feels so good..

However, it didn't last long as Lucifer is starting to pick up the pace as he roughly fucking your hole. Levithan takes it as a challenge as he continues to deepthroat your mouth at a faster pace. Your jaw feels so sore. Lucifer continues to stretch your walls as he continues to ram your insides.

"F-fuck... you're taking me so well, slut..." Levithan groans as his dazed eyes look into yours. He is covered in sweats and his cheeks are flustered soft red. Lucifer is loving this... you're so much smaller than him. He wants to eat you... or take you away from Levithan and continue to destroy your hole.

"J-Just a little more..." Lucifer mumbled. "Ah... Look how good you take it."

Levithan let out a scoff as he gave Lucifer the coldest glare. He is praising them? How pathetic... You are just a slut for him. A good cumdump or a fuck toy where Levithan can, "hang" you.

"U-ugh! Mm-! Aah-!" Levithan could feel his orgasm was reaching. Your teary eyes... too bad that Lucifer couldn't see it as he is behind you. He just wipes it with his black gloves. "Fuck... your throat... A-ah! Mm...! I-I'm cumming... be still s-slut!" He let out a heavy moan as he thrust his hips into your mouth.

"I'm cumming... Aah... nngh! God, you're so tight..." Lucifer lets out a shaky moan as he continues to thrust his hips against yours. The sound continues to thrust his hips against yours. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes throughout the room. Your eyes roll back as you feel warm semen enter your body. You just let out a muffled cry as you feel Levithan's semen. Lucifer is filling you with his cum as he slowly pulls it out after his orgasm. Levithan pulls out cock out of your mouth as he harshly cup your cheeks.

"Open your mouth for me, slut." He commends with a cold, sultry voice. You slowly open your mouth as your tongue sticks out covered in his cum.

"Drink it, whore. I want it gone." He said as you closed your mouth as you swallow his cum, before showing it to him. He seems satisfied.

You're so tired all of a sudden... you wanted to close your eyes until you heard Levithan spoke up.

"I don't care if it takes all night, you will submit." You could see his eyes glowing as he met yours. You knew that you were good as dead meat.

"Aah! Nngh! O-oh god...! F-fuck! A-ah!" The sound of your high-pitched moan as you are being sandwiched by Lucifer and Levithan. You are leaning on Lucifer's chest since Levithan is still giving dirty glares at Lucifer while he fucks your hole and giving your attention away to Lucifer. He luckily gives in, since he doesn't want to deal with Levithan's envious as long he is taking you, very well. Two cocks are deeply inside you while Lucifer is supporting you as he spread and held your thighs wide while they're fucking you. You had no idea how long they had been penetrating your holes. You already feel so full... You could see your stomach bulge due to Levithan''s cock is moving in your walls.

"N-ngh!! W-wa! A-ah! M-More, please! Mmm!! Aah!!" You scream while Lucifer and Levithan are destroying you as they are thrusting roughly. Being fucked on the bed, then now you're being lifted or carried. You don't remember how many times that you had come. Your thighs are already wet, and now you're hearing loud sloppy wet noises of skin slapping.

"Did you come already? Tsk, such a whore." Levithan scoffs as he looks into your faced face. "So weak..."

"Solomon, you did so well..." You hear Lucifer whisper some praises in your ears as he leans into licks your tears. His tongue is sharp like sandpaper.

"Tsk, why are you praising them? They're such a crybaby..." He taunts Lucifer, but he doesn't seem to care as he is much more focused on your delicious tears and your cries that turned him on.

"N-nghm...! N-no more...! S-so full..." You moaned as you placed your hands on Levithan's shoulders as he held your thighs to spread it wider.

"Hmph, you seem more sensitive than usual." Levithan pointed it out as he continued to thrust his hips against you, his hand gripping harshly on your sore cheekbones to make him look into his eyes.

"Be gentle with them..." Lucifer let out a sultry groan as he continued to grind his hips against you.

You couldn't answer them as they're fucking you really good. They're so big... as if they're ready to rip you apart. Being fucked by the most beautiful demons in Hell. Your orgasm is approaching behind you. The light is so bright that you feel like your eyelids are getting heavier. You were immediately being slap on the face by Levithan with annoyed look on his face.

"Pay attention, slut." He said with a sultry voice as he pulled your face closer to his and his lips pressed against yours. Hearing your muffled moans and cries when his tongue swirls against yours.

"Hah... ngh...! L-leaving me behind, heh... ah..." Lucifer chuckled with a smirk as he leaned against your neck and gently blew your marked neck covered with bite marks and hickeys from Lucifer and Levithan. Lucifer's bite mark was the painful one, but he liked it when you cried out loud, turning him on, again. Levithan pulls away from you and leaves a trail of saliva as he ignores Lucifer's remarks. "Hmph... ngh!"

Levithan and Lucifer are close as their thrust is getting more intense. You have no idea how much you came as there is your sex liquids are now dripping from your hole onto the floor. Your legs is on Levithan's shoulders.

"You like it that much, hm?" Levithan groans as his eyes are focused on you. He felt envy for you being pressured. He is gonna come as he let out another grunt. "If you want to cum you'd better beg."

"You look good all soaking wet..." Lucifer hums as he leans forward from behind as he licks your tears. "Such a good human..."

"G-gonna c-cum...!! N-ngh!! A-ah!! Ah! pleaseplease! L-let me cum!! A-ah! Aaah!!" You babbles as you look at Levithan with a pleading look your head leaning against Lucifer's sweaty chest.

Lucifer looks at Levithan who doesn't look pleased. "Let them cum." The fallen angel said as he snuggled between your neck and shoulder.

Levithan could only roll his eyes as he let out, "Fine, let them cum... We're not stopping anyways... Ngh! Aaah...!"

Lucifer doesn't say anything as he is focusing on his orgasm and yours too. "F...fuck... you're good... cry for me. Cry for me, Solomon..." Lucifer groans hearing his heavy breathing.

You could feel cums shooting your insides as you release your orgasm and leans on Lucifer's sweaty chest, all tired. Lucifer and Levithan seem to release their orgasm when they shoot their cums in your fucked hole. Hear the panting in the room, but their cocks are still inside you as they want to keep their cums deep in your hole preventing them from spilling out.

You felt Levithan grab your arm as it shook you. His eyes is still filled with lust as if he is possessed.

"We're not done, yet Descendants of Solomon..." Levithan let out a sadistic smile. His grip is tight.

"Bare with us, Descendants of Solomon..." Lucifer places his hand on your shoulder while the other one is supporting your hips.

This is gonna be a long night...

[notquitebunnie]

WHB Cat Café AU

Gehenna

Treat feeding facts below

Satan WILL attack your hand if you dangle treats in front of him

Ppyong will sit on his hind legs and beg with his front paws

Sitri will sit there and stare at the treat before leaving, he’s only interested in catnip or silvervine tea

Belial can give you paw, when you ask for it both him and Jjyu will give you paw, be sure to reward them both. Jjyu will run away if he’s not with Belial.

Zagan doesn’t like receiving treats from strangers’ hands, leave it on the floor. But otherwise he’ll rub his face on your hand before eating the treat

Astaroth will sniff the treat first, then eat it, putting his paws on your hand to secure it

Leraye will do tippy taps for the treats

Paimon will gently grab the treats from your hand

[sweeteaacakes]

Hiya 👋 Do you still accept requests? If you do, can I have some headcanons about the kings nap on Mc thighs for whatever reason 👀 And if you can, maybe 6 presented kings too pls

♡》 『WHB || Kings × Reader, Sleep T(h)ightly』

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The kings falling asleep in your thighs :3

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Satan

You'd expect him to stare at you while sleeping but he is purring like a cat in a deep sleep.

He moves a lot. First he is hugging your thighs. Then rolling on the other side. Next thing he is sleeping in a fetal position. Now he is upside down, head on your feet and his feet on your thighs, legs open wide—

Your hand patted and searched for warmth nearby as you slept. It was cold and the blanket was tossed aside somewhere out of your reach. Not being able to grab onto anything but the empty side of the bed, you open your eyes and stand up only to be blocked by a pair of arms wrapped around your legs.

You squint your drowsy eyes at the giant furball and smile. You leaned forward and gently tucked his soft hair behind his ears to get a better look.

Satan's shoulder heaving ups and downs as he snored… or purred. His ruby eyes that are always open even during sleep are hidden behind his eyelids. The sight somehow made you smile and you found your hand stroking his hair, making Satan purr in his sleep and snuggle on your thighs.

You kept stroking his hair not realizing you're also affecting his horns until you felt nails clawing on your thighs.

You gasped and retracted your hands as Satan opened his eyes and gave you a lazy smile.

“If you keep doing that, you might as well go all the way.”

Mammon

His horns are huge! So it would be more logical for him to sleep face down on your thighs uwu)

He feels your thighs with his cheeks while you comfortably use his hands as a throne so your bum won't get sore. Win-win situation.

If Mammon had his other horn, they would be like a cage around your thighs as he laid his head on them.

“It's quite uncomfortable,” he said without being upset but pensive. “The weight of the horn is completely off and it drags my head down unevenly.”

You nodded at his words, stroking his horn thinking it would be nice to have the other one for your other hand too.

“I guess, I'll just need to come up with an alternative.”

Mammon let out a ‘hump!’ as he lifted himself up. He shifted his weight and now his head is laying on the left. You feel his hands digging under your bottom and scooping them in the palm of his hands.

“M-Mammon…!” You gasped, letting out a small laughter.

Mammon smirked and squeezed your bottom cheeks.

“It's more comfortable this way. Don't you think so?”

Leviathan

Arms wrapped around your thighs like a cage so you can't leave >:3

Or… like you're his anchor. He is sleeping outside his coffin. That's a big feat! TT-TT)

Um… he is also demanding. Like, “stroke my head” “eyes only look at my beautiful sleeping face or else I won't be able to sleep” and “I want my sleeping image to burn on the back of your brain”. Lovely stuffs like that :3

Too bright… it's too bright… you wish you could blame the sun shining down upon you but it comes from the sculpted pristine figure of the king of Hades who suddenly decided to have a picnic with you in his garden.

But now here you are, sitting while he slept on your thighs.

“Child of Solomon…” you heard him growling. You looked down with squinted eyes to see Leviathan's sleeping figure.

“You're in Hell… so look down here and not in Heaven, understand?” He said, biting his lower lip as a habit. The moment he opened his eyes, it was the defeat of yours.

Blinded by the light that threw your sense away, you grabbed both Leviathan's cheeks. His eyes widened by surprise but the moment he could say something, he felt warm lips on his forehead taking his breath away.

You lifted your head and you met his soft silver eyes glittering like the starry sky.

You stared at each other for a while before you looked away, heart drumming in your ears until you dared to look at Leviathan once again.

A soft smile formed on his face with a glint in his eyes before he closed them once again, sleeping peacefully on your thights.

Beelzebub

Face down. Breathing loudly inhaling your scent.

bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you—

It's not a hard bite (okay maybe a few) but it's like he is making out with your thighs 🙂‍↕️

When Beelzebub crawled down your thighs, you were expecting them to be lifted up and spread wide so this moment was more surprising than what you thought.

The wandering king, insatiable and a force that cannot be stopped now sleeps using your thighs as a pillow. Usually, such moments would be so romantic in movies but you can't help but hold back your laughter as you observed the devil on your thighs sleeping, heavily inhaling and exhaling a loud purr.

You leaned back, not wanting to wake him up. He is probably tired and wants to rest. Beelzebub shifted on his back and yawned before rolling on his side again— CHOMP!!!

“AHHG!!!” you yelped as teeth sank on your skin.

“Beel!!” Lifting up yourself, you tried to push away the king from your thighs but you only managed to slightly move him.

You looked at Beel. He is still sleeping and you realized that he was just nibbling and sucking on your thighs as if he was enjoying a feast in his dream.

If this goes further… you don't know what to do.

Lucifer

Will definitely leave marks once in a while with his sharp teeth.

Your thigh is bleeding and will lick and suck it

Other than that, it's peaceful. He sleeps on the side, or face down, because of his pointy horn.

It got you both an amount of awkwardness before you both managed to find a good position for Lucifer to lay on your thighs. He was so mindful about you not getting stabbed by his horn.

In the end, he laid on his cheeks. Face facing you.

You leaned back to have a good view of his sleeping figure. Stroking his hair, you looked at the red horn on the back of his head so you were startled when you realized he woke up.

“Ah! Did I disturb you?” You asked, pulling away your hand.

“No… keep doing it…” he said, slightly smiling with a plea.

And so you did. And Lucifer once again closed his eyes. You wanted to ask him about his horn but you refrained.

He looked like living a moment of reminiscence before he reached out for your hand and brought it to his lips. Lucifer placed a little kiss on it and cupped your hand on his cheek as he drifted again to sleep.

Belphegor

A third demon, a third cat and a third rock.

When will he wake up? Good luck on that.

Hope you agreed on letting him sleep on your thighs after emptying your bladder or you're gonna wait for Beleth to come and pick him up.

This was the day you learned that sleeping was a serious affair in Niflheim. Before you could meet Belphegor at your date that day, Beleth greeted you two hours before to explain the terms and conditions, protocol procedures and safety service.

Told by him, this would require more hours but after years he managed to find a shortcut to summarize the content.

And so now here you are under the sun of Niflheim. The trees rustle by the pleasant wind. The fish of hell that resembles koi swims in the pond. The king of sloth sleeps on your thighs. And you were thankful that underneath you is a whole mattress.

You felt like a substitute for a pillow. You are. The pillow was discarded on the side.

“Why are ya still sitting…?”

You heard someone. You looked at Belphegor who's sleeping like a rock.

“There's a big bed. Lay off, would ya? You're makin’ me tired just by sitting your day away…”

The voice said… Belphegor… it comes from Belphegor!

“Ventriloquism?!?” the lightning struck you.

Despite the yell remained in your head, you somehow can feel Belphegor glare at you as if you shouted right at his face.

“...Lay."

And so you did.

You laid to the left side and reached for the pillow so Belphegor can still lay on your thighs. The bed was too comfy that drowsiness caught you up easily.

It didn't matter when you switched positions because even Belphegor made himself comfortable. He rolled on his left, snuggling on your thighs as he tucked his arms underneath to wrap them around it.

This sure was a… particular picnic.

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Author Note: owa this is a bit short but I had fun writing it...? also made me realize how i write each kings. how come i end up making leviathan soft and tend to give him kaomojis? lololol

[astrobolical]

To make you forget, if only for a while

How the kings (Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub) alleviate your fears and worries, at least for a little while— as best they can, and in their own unique ways.

I love the utter filth that comes from this game, but sometimes a little fluff is welcome, too. If this does okay, I may see about doing some of the other devils as well.

Also yes, I do fully believe that there’s no way Leviathan doesn’t have a larger source of water in his home— his bathtub just being his favourite— it’s not as though he’s going out to find any.

Oh, and I went with “Bell” as Beelzebub’s nickname, as it’s what Mammon calls him in Chapter 3.

Content Warnings: Mildly Suggestive (Mostly Beelzebub), devil behaviours, brief mentions of alcohol, brief & mild mentions of depression, (lightly described) anxiety

Reader: Gender Neutral

Your voice had fallen silent, trailing behind the trio in front of you— and Satan cursed himself as he came to realize far too slowly that you’d withdrawn. His steps slowed, turning his head to see just what had garnered your attention… but was left with a foul taste in his mouth as he discerned what exactly it was. Your eyes were gazing down a street visible from where you were, seeing the frantic devils working tirelessly to restore or save their homes and businesses. Fires were being quelled, devils saved from rubble— trying their best to survive. Satan knew, however, that you weren’t simply watching, he could see how your eyes watered, bordering on tears, as you walked helplessly along.

In your racing mind Satan knew that you were blaming yourself entirely, allowing yourself to wallow and drown in the guilt that had begun to eat away. The look in your solemn eyes told him everything— it was a darkness he was all too familiar with, one that gripped him often, one that was difficult to escape from, especially alone. He wanted to stop, to tell you that none of this was your burden to bear, that not a single citizen of Gehenna would ever blame you. You hadn’t asked for any of this, hadn’t wished for an angel and Satan himself to whisk you away into chaos.

Yet all the same he knew those doubts and worries would not be easily assuaged, that your mind would inevitably take his words and discard them as if they were worth nothing. No matter how sincere they may be.

No, Satan knew that words were simply not enough, not for this— not for the gravity of the weight you felt on your shoulders as you looked out into the destruction and havoc. Instead, he decided, quite quickly, on another course of action that always helped him when he needed it the most.

His pace halted entirely, not having to wait long before you bumped carelessly into his back, not realizing he’d come to a full stop in your stupor.

“Satan?” You questioned, breaking free from whatever thoughts had held you. “Did something happen?” You glanced towards Sitri, as if trying to see if he’d heard someone approaching, or trouble nearby, but he shook his head.

“No,” He placed his hand atop your head, smoothing your hair out gently. “Nothing’s changed… I just think we need a break.”

You pouted, studying his eyes and expression. “A break? I’m fine…” You lied through your teeth— he’d already learned your little human quirks, at least partially.

Your protests, however, went unlistened to, and you were given no more time to voice your concerns. Satan pulled you close, holding you around your waist as he had so many times before and started down an unfamiliar alleyway. Not once did he look back to ensure your companions were following, knowing that they, too, completely understood the situation— you however, felt lost.

He led you, primarily, through the alleys and side streets you hadn’t yet seen, keeping away from the carnage you’d been surrounded by. His pace was quick, determined, keeping you against him as he trekked. You couldn’t quite grasp the sudden change of plans and direction, but your trust in Satan allowed you to relax and follow him as best you could (though you were sure without his arm around you, you’d have stumbled multiple times already). You knew that Satan would never harm you, not intentionally.

And, as expected, your intuition was correct and your trust well placed. There was not a single sign of danger where you now found yourself. In fact, it appeared more like a safe haven, mostly left untouched by the chaos that the angels had wreaked upon Gehenna.

It reminded you of the bar that you’d stopped in to rest before, though even more lively. It was larger, decorated with more lavish designs and furniture. Within were dozens of devils, relaxing and laughing with one another— and each and every one rejoiced when their king came through the door. Shouts and hollers, an energetic flurry of motion as they led your ragtag group further into the depths of the building. Not once did Satan release his hold on you.

It warmed your heart to see how joyous his people were just to see him. Though, it alarmed you quite readily when their joy, energy, and questions were also turned towards you. They offered everyone drinks, began to loudly tell you all manner of stories from their lives here in Hell. It as a flurry of motion, of attention and an infectiously rambunctious attitude— a wonderful and welcome feeling, compared to the ghastly reminders just outside.

Satan and Sitri — and even Ppyong— joined in on the revelry, encouraging the energies around them and rallying the morale. Unlike the last visit to a bar that you’d had, this time it was simply for fun and leisure. Satan kept you steady on his lap throughout the whole affair, hand idly massaging your sides or your thigh. You could feel his gaze on you every now and then, though each time you glanced back you were met with a shockingly gentle smile, and encouragement to pay more attention to his people.

He kept any grabby hands at bay, and a few were sent flying with a well-placed kick upon their weaker frames— though this did little to quell them, if anything it had only added to their adoration. Though you noted that with each attempt to get just a little too close to you, his hold would grow a little tighter, he’d pull you more fully into his lap and against him with a snarl.

You hadn’t laughed as much as you did then in what felt like your entire life— hadn’t met so many new faces, or heard such crazy tales, each one more absurd than the last. You leaned back into Satan, nestling yourself close to his warmth and comfort. When he turned to glance your way you stole a kiss from his parted lips— choosing to ignore the whoops and calls of the others in the room— and caught him off guard.

His eyes were wide as you leaned towards his ear. “Thank you,” You murmured, so quiet you were sure that only he (and perhaps Sitri) could hear. “For bringing me here, Satan.” You knew how much he cared for the denizens of Gehenna, how much he treasured and valued each and every one of them. And you’d realized that’s exactly why he’d brought you to such a place, at such a dire time.

In your moment of heartbreak and darkness, he’d brought you to them. To a place you were sure he’d probably often escaped to himself when his mind spiraled and he couldn’t quell it alone. He was showing you that these devils could be your safe space as well, your light out of the darkness that plagued your heart.

His people were his respite, and now they were yours as well.

This king of Hell had done so much for you, in such a short time… saved you more times than you cared to count— so you allowed yourself to enjoy his, and his people’s, company well into the night. Until the drinks finally slowed, and he’d ushered you to a place to rest on the upper floor. It was then that he returned the kiss you’d stolen earlier, with fervour, as if imploring you to realize that you were never alone in this.

He was alarmed— his gut telling him something was amiss, even if he wasn’t quite sure what it may be. Mammon knew only that it had to do with that faraway look within your eyes, almost as if you were looking through the brilliant gold around you rather than at it— it was not admiration, not his coveted greed, it was nothing. Mammon couldn’t understand why you weren’t pleased with your surroundings, or what all you may be thinking… just that he didn’t like it.

He wanted you to look around and desire it, to want the world despite knowing that it was already yours, as he was. He loved to see your eyes alight with a fiery passion, your heart just as full… but somehow you had fallen far, right under his nose. A human folly, he was certain, and not one he had ever encountered. Yet this? This he did not want, he did not covet this new experience, this new emotion. He wanted to be rid of it.

Mammon lifted you with ease, and without warning, breaking your senseless focus immediately, drawing you towards him effortlessly. You clung to him in surprise, steadying yourself though you knew that to Mammon you weighed nothing— he’d proven that already. You wound your arms around his neck, legs finding purchase on his hips, exclaiming his name in your surprise. His strength always amazed you— then again, he was simply amazing overall.

His silence continued as he pressed a warm kiss against your forehead, holding you close with one arm, while pulling your head closer with the other before it settled on your cheek. Your face flushed pink, dumbfounded at the gentle touches he’d graced you with.

His deep voice rumbled as he spoke, and pressed against him as you were you couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling of the vibrations. “What is bothering you, MC?” He questioned, eyes that looked like molten gold peering into yours with concern.

You stared back, silent, unsure how to answer— or if you even should. You worried your lower lip with your teeth as you pondered, not missing the way his eyes flicked downwards at the motion, how he held you a little more tightly. “Nothing,” you finally relented, though accompanied by a forced smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes. “I’m alright.”

Mammon did not know doubt, or lies— you knew that your words alone would calm him, come as a reassurance that there was nothing to worry over. And you told yourself that you would do better to keep your worries hidden. A white lie, you decided, was the better way to go.

Even if the weight of all the events thus far was pressing down around you, exerting more pressure with each new battle you found yourself surrounded by.

Yet, despite your reassurance, Mammon’s brows furrowed, and he shook his head. “…While I do not know—or even understand— doubt, MC, I know that there is something wrong. I just know.”

He looked pained as his eyes bore into yours, unyielding as he studied your expressions. His grip became a little tighter as he sighed. “Can you not trust me?”

The question made your breath hitch, and you shook your head rapidly. “I trust you!” You reassured, your heart wrenching at his assumption. Of course you trusted Mammon— with everything in you, you did. You just didn’t want to burden him with your worries, your fears, and your guilt. You’d buried it so deeply within you throughout your journey that you’d thought that maybe you’d somehow escaped it… but it had consumed you the moment you’d finally attempted to rest, comforted by the massive devil’s presence. “I do. It’s just… it’s nothing, really. I’m just worrying over everything that’s happening here in Hell— if Satan hadn't saved me…”

His eyes widened, and his forehead bunted against your own. “Never think that way, MC. Nothing here is your fault— and there is no devil in Hell that thinks that it is.”

“Everyone is ecstatic that you’re here— even more than when they see me!” He continued, placing slow, soft kisses on your face between each breath.

You knew he was right, deep down. That if it hadn’t been you, another descendent of Solomon could have just as easily ignited it all. It wasn’t your burden to bear, just as much as it wasn’t Mammon’s. Whatever happened to God — the event that had earned the angel’s ire— was still a mystery.

You sighed, your eyes glossy as you looked up at him once more. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

“No need for apologies.” He straightened again, adjusting his grip on your bottom. “Just tell me when these thoughts plague you, and I will reassure you of every worry— I am yours, after all. You have me at your side to deal with whatever you feel you can’t. You are the only being to ever have this, the only one I’ll ever give it to.”

He grinned, sharp canines glinting in the light that shone into the room from the elegant (yet gaudy) golden windows, and you couldn’t help but smile— genuinely, this time. “Thanks, Mammon. I’ll keep that in mind.” It was strange, you thought, that he could so easily clear your mind with his promises alone… but when you looked at him, it also wasn’t hard to see why. He was powerful, confident— and he so proudly declared himself yours it was difficult to not believe him, to rely on him. “Aren’t you getting tired of holding me up, though?”

Your attempt to change the subject earned you a hearty laugh, that shook you in his arms. “Never!” As if taking your words as a challenge he tossed you upwards before catching you just as effortlessly, before securing you once again against him. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll parade you around Tartaros to prove it.”

“Please, don’t!” You laughed, though you could see that he was absolutely considering his own words. “Mammon!”

“It would do you well to go out— and you can still rest as long as you’re in my arms.” You hit his chest, grumbling about how impossible he was— but there was little you could do to stop him from walking out the door, with you still held close. Though, despite your protests, you really didn’t mind— Mammon was right, seeing the devils of Tartaros going about their daily lives, seeing their smiling faces as they saw their king, and you… it really would do you good.

And, though you didn’t give him the pleasure of telling him, being held by Mammon was the safest place you felt you could be. Untouchable, secure, and comforted by his warmth.

Even if it was still a bit embarrassing.

Your mind was elsewhere, lost deep within unwanted thoughts that forced their way through despite any efforts to hinder them. Leviathan, in a way, couldn’t fault you for it— you were only human, and your entire world had been upturned and threatened. But Leviathan himself was at your side, seated just an arms length away— could you not even consider him a worthy distraction? Surely his presence alone should earn your gaze, at least? Yet your eyes were staring at the floor, your brows furrowed.

It irked him, stirring feelings in his heart that made his eyes narrow and fists clench— especially when he wondered just what it was you would finally use to alleviate whatever thoughts you were unable to escape. Whoever, or whatever, it may have been, even if imaginary, made envy seep through him.

Had he not proven he would go to great lengths for you already, without question? He’d even gone outside of the sanctity of his home for you, protected you from angels at the cost of his own wellbeing.

He sucked in a breath, steadying himself from whatever spiral he himself had nearly fallen into— now was not the time, not when he could simply take your attention for himself and eliminate the threats from the equation altogether. Motioning with lithe fingers, ropes quickly fell from the inky darkness of the ceiling above, entangling you despite your surprised protest. At least you’d called his name in your alarm.

The ropes dragged you closer to him— surprisingly gentle— and you wondered what his plan was, recalling just how pleasurable it could be to be bound before this devil king. Yet only your jaw was slowly traced by a singular long finger, no further touches gracing your skin. Instead his pale eyes met yours, contemplative. He did not seem exceptionally angry or upset, in fact he appeared oddly calm for having called on his favoured ability.

And then he stood, sighing, leaving you where you were. “Come, then.” He spoke, a chill running through your spine— from suspense or anticipation, you weren’t sure. Yet despite ordering you to follow, he hadn’t intended to give you a choice to begin with, the strong ropes moving you for him, just behind (but so, so careful not to damage your frail, human skin).

He spoke nothing of where he was taking you, barely acknowledging that you were with him at all. At times his intense gaze met yours, as if checking on your wellbeing — though you surmised it was to ensure your attention was on him, as he wanted.

Any complaints you had, though, died on your tongue the moment he opened large double doors with a wave of his hand, and you were greeted with a marvelous sight that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

Within it was not quite the same castle-like structures you’d come to know, it was somehow more cavernous while still retaining its elegance. In the center was a pool, of sorts, though if you were to describe it properly it was more akin to a man-made (devil-made?) lake within the confines of Leviathan’s estate. The water’s surface was reflecting all across the walls and every item it could reach, creating a beautiful, moving pattern that was hard to tear your eyes away from.

You wondered if you should really feel as surprised as you do, that he had such a place tucked away, being as fond of water as Leviathan was.

“Very few have been here, Child of Solomon. I don’t allow it.” He spoke bluntly, those agile fingers motioning for your freedom (and oh, you knew what else those hands could do). “But,” He continued, turning to face you. “It appears you need something to distract you. Come.”

His hand extended towards you, waiting impatiently for you to take it, and despite your surprise and tentativeness you did just that. He led you towards the waters, still fully clothed and unperturbed. “Wait— shouldn’t I get a bathing suit, or something?”

He stopped, a quizzical look upon his beautiful features. “If you must worry about your clothes, just remove them.” As if assuming you would do just that he released your hand as quickly as he’d taken it, stepping into the water without waiting any longer for you to decide.

It wasn’t hard to see he belonged there, his pale skin practically glowing in an ethereal light. Soon enough he vanished into the depths, only to resurface a ways away, floating lazily despite the weight of his clothing.

Hastily you joined him, donning only your undergarments (not quite as confident within such deep waters while being weighed down). Yet when his hands were on you you knew that even if you even began to sink towards the bottom, he’d keep you afloat with ease. “You’re only the second outside of myself I’ve allowed in here.”

“…Why?” You murmured, enjoying the feel of the small, cool waves on your skin.

“Because it’s mine.” A simple answer, blunt as always. “But … so are you. So I don’t mind you being here, as long as your attention is on me, MC.”

Your heart felt warm as you realized how much you meant to him— that he would break his own comforts for your own, in a way. Even if it was borne from wanting your attention only on him and nothing else. “Sorry, Leviathan,” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek, which met with a strong hand pulling you closer to him. “For being so distracted before. Thank you for showing me this.”

He hummed in response, more taken with your body in his arms than with your gratitude— though you could very easily see he enjoyed it.

He’d succeeded in claiming your attention, keeping it upon himself with ease now that you were reminded that not everything in your situation was a bad thing. That you had devils like Leviathan at your side, and that they would do anything to assist you. Leviathan, who so rarely let others in but who opened himself to you without thought or hesitance.

Even if Leviathan’s needy hands barely gave you a moment’s rest, itching for your touch at every turn. You’d give him everything he wanted— how could you deny him, after all?

The room felt as though it was nearly split down the center as Beelzebub glanced around— on one side was the chatter and planning, a tense atmosphere of grumbling devils attempting to decide what to do… on the other, was you. Around you was quiet, abnormally so— the devils had let you be, he supposed it was to give you time to breathe and catch up with everything that had transpired.

Yet to Beelzebub, you simply looked pitiful, too sad for his liking. Your eyes were staring blankly out the window, sitting idly and unmoving on the sill. Yet you weren’t really looking at anything, your eyes barely moving even when there was an outburst on the other side of the room, or a bird flew by your window.

Clearly, despite what the others may think, you didn’t need time to yourself to breathe. In fact, it seemed as though leaving you to your own devices was only making things worse in that little human mind of yours. And, being who he is, Beelzebub was more than willing to bend the rules and expectations just to make you smile again.

He could sense Bael’s cautious yet curious gaze on his back— unwilling to believe that his king would simply sit idly. And he wasn’t wrong, really. Yet Beelzebub didn’t do anything immediately, instead standing and making his way over towards you rather languidly, lazily as though he just wanted to banter with you—despite being told to leave you be.

You didn’t react to his approach, or even seem to hear his intentionally loud footsteps, utterly lost in whatever thoughts were plaguing you. If this were another time, or he were any other devil, it may have been concerning how unaware you were of your surroundings in an unfamiliar environment— even if it was safe.

However, he was not another devil, and was still Beelzebub. He looked at this, instead, like an opportunity he simply couldn’t let go of and let pass by. In one swift motion you were hoisted upwards, a garbled noise of surprise escaping you as you were thrown over a strong shoulder. His hand kept you steady, lying comfortably on your lower back (if a little lower than necessary). Instinctively you reached out to grip anything you could to ground yourself, hands clinging to whatever you could reach on him. You knew that no matter how irresponsible Beelzebub may be, he would never drop you, but it was still difficult to settle when you’re quite literally thrown like a sack of potatoes.

“Let’s go out and play, MC.” His voice was a purr, adjusting you quickly before the others could react and taking off out the door with a surprising burst of speed— you hadn’t even known he could move that quickly!

There was chaos behind you near immediately, and you could see the others— particularly Bael— preparing to stop their quick-footed king from escaping, especially with you in tow. However, as much as the efforts were doubled by your presence, they were also incredibly hindered, not wanting to harm you in any way while attempting to stop the ever-troublesome man.

“Bell!” You protested, though he could hear your insincerity within your voice, a bubble of laughter escaping you at the audacity of the unanticipated situation you’d found yourself in. “Where are we even going?!”

The gloom that had surrounded you already began to crumble, and he laughed as he replied. “Somewhere fun!” He didn’t elaborate, however, as he dealt with the devils in his way, deftly outmaneuvering them.

Looking back once more, you couldn’t help but pity Bael, seeing now what it was he dealt with, but at the same time you were thankful for Beelzebub and his free spirited nature. You’d forgotten that, though the situation was incredibly serious, you were still allowed to have fun.

Almost as quickly as it had begun, the chaos came to a close, Beelzebub successful in his escape, and you now safely hugged within his arms after he’d set your feet back down securely to the ground. His grin was positively infectious as you took a step back from him, and you had to stifle your laughter. “There!” He exclaimed, fixing your hair idly as he spoke. “Now, let’s find someplace fun to waste some time in. Let’s let loose, MC.”

Grasping your hand he pulled you along through the streets, searching out a familiar haunt that would be filling in with devils soon. He didn’t pay mind to the confused looks he got along the way, loudly talking with you all the while. He didn’t let you rest until you’d arrived at wherever it was that he’d thought of.

The rooms were dimly lit, but there was a well-stocked bar at the far end of the largest one, the music blaring from speakers already despite guests just beginning to filter in. It wasn’t terribly large, more quaint than you’d expected for Beelzebub, but it was clear he was a common sight there, as no one batted an eye in his direction as he led you further in.

You clung to him as the crowd steadily grew, unwilling to be parted from your guide— and it wasn’t as though you disliked touching Beelzebub, either. There were certainly no complaints from him, either, as his hands groped and prodded your body in return. It wasn’t long before he led you to the dance floor, where his hands explored more boldly, front pressed against your back as you swayed to the music.

You knew it didn’t matter if you were any good at dancing, Beelzebub simply wanted you to lose yourself to the music, and more importantly with him.

It wasn’t difficult to persuade you, letting his body guide your movements, losing yourself to his touch and the vibrations in your body from the sounds around you and the mesmerizing lights.

You could hear his praises when his hot breath ghosted by the shell of your ear, sharp teeth toying with the cartilage. His lips finding your neck, his hands dipping lower— it was so easy to lose yourself with Beelzebub, that your worries melted away. Not even the inevitable repercussions that were to come from your escape could bother you.

You were thankful for how carefree the king who held you was, that he’d decided to encourage it within you, too.

Though you weren’t sure how long you were among those on the dance floor before Beelzebub inevitably led you towards the dark bathroom, your bodies barely parted for a moment. You locked the door behind the two of you, opting to lose yourself to him in another way, even if someone heard you.

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I had a dream about this so I'm going to write some headcans about it

Reader forgetting all their memories headcannons Whb Kings

Cw: angst, hurt very little comfort,no NSFW but get suggestive because of certain people >.>, Demons trying their best, Don't worry You get some comedic relief!

Intro:

Sometimes the kings forget and are reminded how sensitive and fragile humans really are. Weather be from an angel attack or them rough housing a little too much around you. It is not unusual for you to accidentally be in the crossfire. Or whroughhousing, devils sometimes need to hold back in order to protect you from angels.

However, to these Kings who constantly love to show their power like proud peacocks with grenade launchers, They never knew this day was coming when they would look in horror at your lymph body on the ground, your head spilling blood. They're so glad that Lucifer is on their side.

But something is wrong... Lucifer healed you. But once you woke up you had this horrid and confused look on your face. The way their heart simultaneously stopped when you uttered the phrase "Who are you?"

Satan

Satan is not good with fear, to someone who wears his anger freely on his sleeve he's not good with someone who is very very frightened with his frequent angry outbursts that often turn very violent. He was lucky to have met you in a very specific situation to have you get used to as rage and be friends with him, And perhaps something more.

Poor Satan, his violent outbursts are just scaring you more So he tries so desperately to hide it. His entire body shaking because looking at you just fills in with more rage. He tries to assure you that it's not at you. But from the way he's yelling Your human brain interprets it differently Even when you don't want to.

He tries to show you around Gehenna But it seems like the only thing on your mind is The fact that hell exists and you are there.

He feels so useless watching Sitri calm you down and try to explain who are you and why are you here...Sitri can feel the quickening heartbeat of anxiety from his king and tries to make you see him in a different light. Satan is on the verge of tearing apart a building in rage because it hurts to control something that's essentially 100% a part of who he is when before you accepted him with open arms.

He feels like a monster, a feeling that he has never felt being around you and it hurts. He loves you so much and seeing your eyes filled with fear knowing that he caused it hurts him. Even now he's surprised that you come up to him when he's digging his nails into his pillow drowning in his own thoughts. Despite everything you've seen you still somehow feel and need to be close to him. You tell him that He's going too fast and You want to trust them despite... Everything because what your heart tells you doesn't lie, He just has to take it slow and give you some time.

Mammon

From what Lucifer tells him objects also help to recover one's memory. So that's what he does. Mammon has a storage 'closet' where he has little keepsakes all with stories of what he did with you and what time. His chest swells with pride as you look at his golden palace and hallways. "This isn't the first time you've seen these, master." He says with a smile as you hiss at him not to call you that.

He lets you go through the closet one by one every time you pick up or look at an item he tells a story, whether it's the two of you going out shopping or the time he finished constructing his pool that he let you name. There's something oddly calming about re-remembering his precious memories with you. That's why he has this room because every memory of you with him is precious So precious that he must materialize it and keep it. Because if he has anything to learn from a certain devil friend of his is that memories are far too fickle to not keep in physical form.

Mammon is a demon who always looks toward the future. Even now, when he is sharing with you all these memories and trying to help you regain those memories, back He's already looking toward a future solution, perhaps a photo album. It is an idea that he has not used yet, but maybe he could finally have an excuse to use those expensive cameras he has lying around collecting dust.

When he visits he always brings gifts and they are always gifts from places the two of you have either visited in the past or something that is from your memory. Perhaps chocolates from an extremely expensive chocolate store that he has brought you to.

Or maybe he shall bring you to dinner once again at an expensive restaurant he has taken you before. The Kings criticize that he is just using this as an opportunity to spoil you more than instead of actually helping. As much as he finds that insulting because he cares for you so much so that he gave his whole being and life to you but he can't deny that they're not completely wrong.

Leviathan

Leviathan is not okay.... Especially when the first 5 minute interaction you had with him ever since your memories have been wiped was him shaking you and demanding you to get your memories back all the while insulting you on how weak You are before rushing off back to Hades. So your opinion of him is sour. But his subordinate name Foras tells you that surprisingly your first meeting was far worse than this. Leviathan is under the impression that you forgotten him forever and you could never recover your memories. So it's useless to even try.

As much as you don't want to see him his subordinates urge you with begging and pleading and puppy dog eyes to please see him. You only agreed because of how nice they are. Leviathan has locked himself in his room ever since that little outburst in Paradise Lost. When he hears your hesitant voice he pauses before letting you in.

Instead of insulting you are grabbing you partially instead he walks for it to you and talks softly he sounds... Hurt. "Am I truly that forgettable to you?" You don't know why your heart softens to that perhaps it was the fact that deep inside you did feel something for him or maybe it was how kicked he looks right now, His eyes or red from crying? You smiling hold your hand over your heart and tell him the truth "I do feel a fondness for you."

If Lilith or God leave him a second chance to start your meeting all over again He'd taken it. Levi is a lot softer now for some reason that phrase very hauntingly vague yet reassuring. Maybe it's because you're speaking from the heart maybe it's because the fact that something inside you could never forget him.

He gently takes a hold of your wrists and guides your hands to cup his face or intertwine his fingers with yours as he softly asks if You felt something in your heart? Sadly no matter how much he tries In this softer more vulnerable state I don't think you could ever remember him because of most of your memories are quite negative. Just give him this... Just let him be soft and hold you as he asks how your heart feels when he does these things.

Beelzebub

It is what it is! As he introduces himself as Beelzebub to you. You forgot everything? Bro he forgets everything All the time same! It's hard not to get along with Beelzebub even if you have no memory of him He's very adamant that you know him and the two of you are besties.

He brings you to places that he's already brought you before some places he remembers vaguely others not so much. He does have a better time remembering actions or notable places better than words. So he often repeats himself. He's repeated himself so much to you that even now with your memories fuzzy or forgotten what he says to you feels so familiar. His eyes widen when he hears that under your breath because it means he must be doing something good.

The next time he swings by the castle because Bael Heard about your state and is worried sick. Beel sighs and his smile drops A smile that was performative as he speaks to his best friend from the heart.

"ya know... I'm usually always the forgetful one so I never knew how What it was like to be forgotten..." Bael felt something for his friend as he puts a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't help but rub a little salt in the wound "It hurts doesn't it?" Beel could only nod.

Even though devils can't lie, Beel feels like keeping up a smile with you is lying. But he can't stop doing it because it makes you feel calmer to know that everything is okay. You don't need to know that pain he's going through, of just realizing someone he deeply cared about just forgot everything about him, and not knowing if this was permanent or not.

Lucifer

He fixed you up. physically you were good as new... So why are your memories still broken?? He doesn't understand human psychology. Another reminder that he doesn't know everything. Another reminder that he is in hell for his pride. He can't have another incident like this again because of his incompetence.

He can't help but be happy with how many visitors you get. As much as he doesn't like how much competition he has, he can't help but be fond of how much love you get. Though he does probably have to limit visitors since he's pretty sure causing stress on a human is not good for them mentally.

He's with you 24/7 asking you little questions here and there You trust him the most because... You think he's your doctor? He was the first person you saw when you woke up and he has this aura of professionalism and mystique. It was really hard to grasp around the fact that you were in hell and everything you ever learned in the Bible was correct (somewhat) it's really hard to hate Lucifer as a concept when the man is standing right there next to you reading a book human psychology that looked about 50 years old and sipping tea like an English nobleman from the Victorian era as well as him being your doctor. If he was there to hurt you he would have done so already.

You call him Dr. Morningstar as you point out that that book might be a little too outdated. His eyes waiting for a second when you mention his 'last name' He brings the teacup up to his lips tied his smile as he corrects you to just call him Lucifer. And averts his attention to the fact that how could a book about psychology be so outdated when it's produced to not so long ago.

Turns out that not even humans know about their own psychology it's hard to say pitiful that is knowing that he knows nothing. He asks you if you would like to go to the human world to do some book shopping. You don't know why you nodded your head. As you knew that your family is dead and you have no family. But by the time you were there till the time you left you couldn't help that nagging feeling that you were forgetting somebody, somebody important. Lucifer asked about the sad and conflicted look on your face. You just shake your head and tell him "it's nothing."

Belphegor

Belphegor dreams of the past all the time, they're not pleasant dreams but they're better than nightmares. So he thinks that a good way to recover your memories is to sleep He knows that sleep at least makes you feel good and is good for the mind and the soul.

He is not very cultured on Western media, since he prefers anime and manga but he knows that those guys in the west always hold those... What are they called? *Snaps his fingers twice* before Beleth chimes in with the answer "slumber parties?"it's also a good way to get to know you more.

Even though he is just as worried about you and if you'll ever retain your memories ever again as much as the other kings but it's a waste of energy to worry about it and freak out. He'd rather just still get to know you if you recover your memories or not.

And to be frank if his genius calculation of rolling a bullshit d20 on you sleeping is correct and he probably doesn't even need to do anything except have fun nights binge watching anime or reading manga with you.

Occasionally he's still ask the question here or there. Honestly the one who is most worried is Beleth. He is relaxed but not as lax as his king. Because he knows that His king does care for you because he was there when Belphegor try to fight passing out because he knew if he woke up he wouldn't know if you were alive or dead.

Asmodeus

He washed for this event!🎉 It's because he'd rather have everyone caring for you then sucking his dick. He won't be so merciful next time (half joking)

Oh you It seemed like you forgot your memory? Well he knows a little bit more about human psychology then the doctor in front of him. And he does blatantly incompetently say that humans tend to remember unforgettable and 'traumatic experiences' More vividly then regular memories. Give him one night and you'll remember everything. (Half joking) No one found that funny.

He's so adamant that sex solves this issue!! All the other kings are basically either ignoring him or telling him the idea sucks ass. He does like it how your eyes always gaze over at him in such curiosity. You're so cute!!! With your mind wipe clean You're practically a virgin. With those wide little eyes filled with such life and innocence. Just looking at you makes him hard.

He didn't even try to stifle the laugh and smile on his face as he proudly shows you his proof that you know him with the plethora of pictures of his cock inside you or sleeping, or miscellaneous photos from either his subordinates when they hang out with you or the other kings as well as photos you have sent of yourself, that he saved in a special folder called 'fap material❤️' it's the only folder on his phone and He dodges the question every time you ask him about the folder name.

In the end he has the last laugh. literally he's on the floor wheezing, coughing and laughing. When the Kings found out that the memory start to flood back after you had sex with another devil.

[goodnight-whore]

He’s literally so adorable I love him so much RAHHHHHH

[2af-afterdark]

"Would You Love Me if I Was A Worm?": The Kings' + Minhyeok + Angel Answers Versus the Truth

A/N: I need some random, goofy fluff. Please don't look at me.

Satan

“I don’t know.”

Honestly, Satan is the kind of guy who couldn’t answer you because, well, you aren’t a worm. How would he know if he’ll still love you? In reality, he would probably love you in a sense of the word. He would definitely take care of you and kick anyone who dared to get too close to his worm, because you know half of Hell would still be obsessed with you.

Mammon

“My master as a worm? How amusing.”

When he said he belonged to you, he meant it. Human or worm, that will always be true. So, yes, he would still love you as a worm. You would live in a worm palace and have all the pleasantries you could ever desire. He’d set you on his desk when he’s working and carry you around when he’s out. You are not some mere pet that stays at home when he leaves. You will always be at his side and pampered to an absolutely terrifying degree.

Leviathan

Yeah, he’s going to glare at you because the question is nonsensical and really dumb. He doesn’t even answer it because it’s a waste of oxygen to do so. 

Except the truth is that he would be the only one caring for you because he’d get jealous if anyone else tried to. The emotion isn’t exactly romantic love, but he loves you even as a worm regardless. You are his special little worm. He takes good care of you, although he’s not much nicer to you as a worm than he is when you’re human.

Beelzebub

“What a weird question. Sure.”

He says he would love you if you were a worm, but we all know that he would forget about you whenever he leaves the palace for more than 2 hours. All your care would fall on Bael, just like everything else does. He would definitely pay attention to you when he remembers to come home though. He would probably give you apple slices and watch you for a while whenever he returns. His feelings would probably be more akin to fascination than love; like watching a squirrel in the wild, except you're a worm in a terrarium. That’s sort of a form of love… Sort of.

Minhyeok

“Yes!”

Honestly, he responds before you’ve even finished the question. You got to “would you love me” and he already knew the answer. He will love you no matter what. He would want to be a worm too so he could be your worm husband and start a worm family with you.

Gabriel

“No.”

Why are you asking him this? He wants to kill you! A worm sounds really easy to kill. On second thought, sure. He’d love it if you were a worm… For about five seconds before you weren’t anything anymore.

Michael

“How tragic that you want a form different than the one God blessed you with.”

Again, he wants to kill you! Please stop harassing Heaven to ask weird questions. He doesn’t love you now, let alone if you suddenly became a completely different creature. He’s actually insulted by the question. Why are you like this? Yes, he would definitely be fighting Gabriel over who gets to kill your adorable little worm form.

Raphael

“Do you plan on being one? I'm sure I could keep you.”

The man is kind of obsessed, honestly. Look at how cute you are as a worm; truly the most beautiful worm in the world. Man would treat you like a pet but still expect your little worm self to show him affection. He wouldn’t want to leave home and would spend waaaaay too long watching you all day. Also, he would sleep next to you, even if that meant sleeping in the dirt. The man is weird.

[da-shrimping-station]

cat!Kings and how they cuddle/sleep with you

Satan

definitely on your chest or anywhere on your torso

your thighs are a good spot too

he purrs so damn loud it wakes you up, especially if he's right on your sternum

if he ends up sleeping anywhere near your face, you're waking up with fur in your mouth

sometimes falls asleep with his eyes half open

it looks like a demon is watching while you sleep

is pretty chill with other cats but will fight if they try to take his fave spot

Mammon

1000% makes biscuits on your butt before falling asleep on it

any time you sleep/lay on your stomach, he's there to settle on your lower back

it feels like something is pinning you down tho cuz he's a biiig kitty

if you sleep on your back a lot, he will settle on your tummy or thighs instead

he likes to sleep on your chest sometimes but only when Satan's not around

they will fight

doesn't mind sharing his spots with the others tho

Leviathan

he hates you, you swear he does

but he always sleeps at your head/neck

legit will sleep on your face/neck

no one dares to go anywhere near

except for Satan but only on accident cuz he moves in his sleep sometimes

he gets the bap

everyone gets the bap

you tilt your head in a way he didn't like? bap

the other cats being annoying? bap bap bap

but on rare occasions, he's agreeable and cuddles without problems

Beelzebub

he's claimed the laundry basket where you put your dirty clothes

if it's full, you can find him there buried under your clothes

which is dangerous cuz one time you weren't paying attention and dumped him in the washer by accident (thank goodness you saw his lil butt poking out and got him)

but if the laundry basket is empty, he'll sleep w his face smooshed in your armpits

he always invades the other cat's fave spots but only Levi has beef with him (he gets the bap for just being there)

very rarely, you can have Beel and Levi sleeping on either side of your neck without fighting

he'll also sleep smooshed against your crotch or butt

Mammon doesn't mind sharing thankfully

will join him for biscuit making on your thighs

moves in his sleep A LOT

Lucifer

doesn't really cuddle

he'll be there on the edge of the bed, far enough not to get caught in the four's chaos but close enough for you to give scritches

closest he gets in laying against your shins

almost never ever sleeps belly up (the only time he does is when sleeping with kitty!Gamigin)

sometimes you wake up to him going around checking you and the others

more often than not, you see him staring at you as you fall asleep

chillest cat of the bunch, though he gets bitey sometimes (Satan holds the record for most bitey cat)

[tokkiiecloud]

It’s hot outside so get hit by this bus take whv this is (Also don’t mind my writing, I ain’t no writer I have written a few fanfictions here and there soo..yeah)

WHB : it’s summer and it’s hot / Beach dates :

Characters : gn!reader ; Belphegor ; Bael ; Gamigin ; ppyong (Juno p) +angel : Raphael

CW : Sweating ; OOC

Belphegor :

this dude just sleeps through the heat

He’s inside with the air conditioner on

You just came back from a small trip in town with Agares and Vassago, and directly joined Belphegor who was sleeping in his room, you were drenched in sweat because of the FUCKING HOT AIR OUTSIDE and you were too lazy to go shower and change into a pair of fresh and cool clothes(he rubbed off on you)

You collapsed on the bed where Belphegor was sleeping, when he felt something that resembled a wet rat, he had to wake up from the discomfort, when he saw it was you he pushed you off the bed :

“WT- BELPHI?! THIS HURTS!” You yelled at him, he ignored you and went back to sleep, you were forced to take a shower and change when you came back he finally used you as a pillow.

Bael :

This man works through the heat (ac broken)

Collapsed bcs of the heat after waking up he started working again.

You walked inside of Bael’s office, he was still working despite when entering you could feel the unbearable heat, you started sweating profusely how could Bael work in this environment??

He smelt you’re sweats and looked at you giving a weak smile, he was close to collapsing, alerted you quickly went to him and grabbed his face worry in you’re eyes :

“Bael?! Your office is like an oven?!” You said worried, he just looked at you and apologized

“Sorry..the ac is actually broken but I’m used to the heat do not worry about me, go somewhere where the ac is on-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence before you dragged him out of the room, he wasn’t able to fight back because of his brain being turned to mush because of the heat.

After dragging him to a random chamber placing him onto the bed, making him drink some water, changing him into more comfortable clothes and going into the bed to cuddle with him.

He smiled softly before kissing your forehead and letting himself be taken care of by you.(Bael my beloved)

Gamigin :

He’s very worried about you staying hydrated

“Please don’t go outside too much”

Paradise lost, for some reason is not that hot?? But Gamigin still worries a lot about you he heard from Lucifer that human’s can’t withstand too much heat so he’s constantly checking on you, giving you water to keep you hydrated!

Ppyong (Juno p) :

Spends his day at the beach to be able to cool himself in the water

Listens to Avril Lavigne while swimming

He begged MC to go to the beach with him so he could spend some alone time together! Drinking wine together, watching the sunset together, swimming, his perfect idea for a date! Sadly he can’t hang out because the others will tag along…

At least he got a kiss on the forehead for the cute idea! It was worth it :

“Ppyong, I mean Juno, this is a very cute idea! Let’s do this next time!”

He giggles as you kiss his forehead, his smile is super bright almost blinding you more than the sun

Raphael :

Doesn’t give a flying fck at the heat

Has tried to kiss you while watching the sunset and will continue to try when he can

Interestingly, you found Raphael at the beach while hanging out with the devils of Gehenna and when he saw you…He took you away from them so for the rest of the day you spent you’re time with him

It was fun! You had a really good and goofy time with him he was still acting high and mighty but he was softer than usual until the sun started to set, both of you were sitting down on the golden sand :

“The sunset is beautiful..all those golden and pinkish mixed with a hint of blue create such a unique and ethereal look…”

He looks at you, eyes sparkling, he smiles at you as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, extremely gently as if he was handling a crystal glass :

“You know what else is beautiful and ethereal?” He looks deep into your eyes, leaning in closer to your face, when suddenly a bunch of demons intervened and brutally ended the sweet moment by starting a fight after the fight Raphael left but not without saying one last thing :

“Our moment was interrupted but we’ll have time to continue it some time later. See you dear” he smirks and flies away.

It’s donneeee!! YAYY! Don’t mind it going from weird /goofy or cringe ?? To sweet, I couldn’t stop myself from writing about them I just had too before the fandom completely dies you know?? So every time I get an idea I’ll write it!! :3

[boycrazybimbo]

Kings’ reaction to MC with a child(that’s not theirs):

Before we get into this, I will further explain your relationships with them each and how many children you have. The biological father will be unnamed, but the lawful father will be said demon. :D Please enjoy! This is mostly fluff, so this won’t be titled explicit. Not yet anyways. NSFW is (heavily) implied in red, so skip through the text until it’s back to normal. 😈

ֆǟȶǟռ ❤️

{Relationship status: Dating(7 months)} {Children: 2(3 month year old(female)and 1 and a half year old(male))}

You and Satan have been together for months. At the beginning of your relationship your body went through drastic changes. You gained weight, you lost some. You constantly went dieting or even starving yourself.

You loved your children, you really did, but as each days went by, soon months, you always kept one thought in your mind. The children that your ex left you were a constant reminder of how much pain you felt for about 2 years and how abusive and toxic your previous relationship was. You despised the so-called “father” of your children. But being the great mother you are, you never took your aggression out on them and awaited the right chance to tell them of their absent father. Without a father, you only ever tried to be a better mother to make up for that. You hoped you were all they needed, but… You hoped to find a true father and new love and move on.

You didn’t have time for clubs since you have children, and you weren’t the richest woman or mother. You took on double shifts day in and day out. You even picked up side gigs in hopes of making a little extra. You lived in a small apartment with 3 rooms. One bathroom, one master bedroom, and a small living space. It was pretty easy monitoring your children when you came back from your job since they would either be in the living space or your shared bedroom. By now, you had all your taxes and bills paid, but you were still short in buying a house yet. This was sure to be tricky. You didn’t want to do more than you could. You didn’t want to faint from exhaustion and so you promised to get at least 6 hours of sleep a day. The last thing you wanted was to abandon your children at a young age especially after he had…

One day, on a weekend, when you were free to relax and didn’t have to worry about stretching your minimum wages, you decided you should get some time to yourself. Well, with your children also. You thought that today would be best to make up for the times lost of your children and go on an outing with them. Hell, you all could use a break. Especially after the neglecting babysitters whom you trusted them with. You also wanted to make up for that, but you weren’t entirely at fault. You didn’t have any close relatives nor did you have times for romantic or friendly relationships. Damn, if you had spent all this time socializing with others, you could have an easy 100+ friends by now.

{{Author-chan: Yes. Your hours were 2,000 a year. There’s 8,760 hours in a year btw}}

You put your youngest child in a stroller with your other strapped to your back. You had enough money to ride a sub that day so your shoulders didn’t hurt(your oldest baby is kinda heavy). You reached your stop and headed to the nearest park. Your oldest child was starting to get fidgety by now. “It must have been their lunchtime already”, you thought, taking each of their pacifiers out and pulling out two sealed plastic boxes containing their baby food you prepared for them earlier. You took both of them from either their stroller or baby holder(I think that’s what you called those things mothers put on their back to hold the baby up) off and placed your youngest on your lap and your other near the side.

As you were spoon-feeding them with a peaceful smile, a tall man waved at you from afar. You failed to notice him since you were feeding your children. It wasn’t until your oldest child has their mouth agape, staring at a figure in front of you. You quickly wrapped your arms around them protectively after meeting face to face with him.

“Who are you?” you spat, your brows furrowed, keeping your children from of reach from him. Your oldest child looked up at you curiously, babbling and clapping their hands together excitedly. Your gaze never left the stranger.

Narrowing your eyes upon further inspection, you could make out his features. He had long white hair tied into a low ponytail behind him and crimson red eyes. He was oddly pale despite it being sunny for this past 5 months. So hot, in fact, you had to take a parasol with you and extra thermostat bottles. You quickly scanned his figure and realized he was very muscular, but his paleness didn’t sit right with you. If he had been here for so long, his complexion would differ, which means he’s now here at this park today, despite you not always being here.

Despite his oddly pale complexion, your eyes were focused on the horns on his head. ‘Was he some sicko in cosplay to try to lure children in?’ was your first thought. It was pretty suspicious that he came to the park by himself with no children as it seemed. Your thoughts were rational, but maybe you should not be so quick to judge? You couldn’t help it, you were a protective mother.

The man holds his hands up from his pockets in front of him, stepping back to try not to intimidate you and not to further your suspicions. He chuckled, averting his eyes in thought. Satan knew that if he told you his name as Satan, you would probably call the cops. He hoped you weren’t very religious or knew the origin of the word…

He looked back at you, biting his bottom lip, his eyes trailing down from your neck. He was checking to see if you wore a cross, and grateful to know you weren’t. His eyes then progressed slowly down to your cleavage, noticing the shape of your firm yet soft-looking tits. He could make out your nipples from beneath your blouse, his eyes darkening for a brief moment before his eyes met yours again in an almost hungry stare. You hadn’t bothered to wear nipple covers today since you were going to breastfeed your youngest child, so your nipples were poking through your blouse, erect. You blushed a little, quickly catching onto where he had been looking, your arm covering your breasts firmly behind them. It wasn’t the fact that he had noticed you were braless that you were embarrassed by, but because you were prone to leak milk without wearing one. You weren’t worried before since no one bothered to approach you and that you were just a single mother to yourself. The man, Satan, chuckled again before speaking, his hand on his hip as his tongue lightly grazed his lips in a seductive purr.

“I’m Satan, princess~ Great job you’re doing, by the way,” he said with a smug grin. You weren’t sure on what he meant by that, but you didn’t really want to know.

You scoffed, mocking him. “Oh, yeah, and I’m a succubus. Pot meet kettle. Oh! And I forgot, I’m a succubus nun, also, “Satan”. Clearly succubuses can be holy, uh-huh.”

He threw his head back in a laugh, almost in a howling sound. You gave him a look that suggested he might be a crazy person, which only made him laugh harder. He laugh was quite charming.

He calmed down, remaining cool and handsome just as before. “That’s cute. You’re the most beautiful succubus I’ve ever seen~ And I applaud you for keeping holiness for being a demon, doll,” he said, looking deep into your hypnotic-like eyes. You gasped, covering your mouth as you noticed a cross in his eye. ‘Was that always there? Surely it’s a contact… This smooth-talker must think he’s all that, huh? Approaching me and being flirty as if I would allow a hot guy like him into my life,’ you thought, crossing your arms with a frown.

“What’s your business here, “Satan”?” you said straightforwardly, tilting your head to the side in annoyance. Your oldest child giggled for whatever reason, but you couldn’t keep up your tough front, your frown turning into a small smile at their cuteness, but you tried suppressing a giggle in response to their contagious one, wanting the man to take you seriously.

Satan noticed this and chuckled, speaking softly so he doesn’t seem even more suspicious, “Doll, I’m was just walking by. I was just sight-seeing as a random passerby, nothing more nothing less. I have no ill intent, I swear, beautiful succubus. I only approached you because… Ah… How should I put this?”, he looked down at his feet, scratching the back of his head curtly.

“Say it,” you hissed, your frown returning once again, your arms instinctively going back to block out your children from Satan.

Satan stood up straight, his hand returning to his hip, carefully choosing his next words, “Well… You’re a single mother is all, at least from the looks of it. Sorry, I don’t mean to offend or get overly flirty with you, you might be taken, but… I came here to ensure you were okay. This might sound cheesy, but… It’s dangerous for women, let alone, mothers be alone in one place for two long. Especially this open place. If I’m bothering you, I can leave. I just… Want your children and you to be safe.”

Satan’s words pulled at your heartstrings, you were about to tear up, but you tried laughing it off. You had the wrong first impression of him… Never in your life has someone willingly wanted to watch over your children with getting paid nor did anyone pay your well-being any mind. This stranger, no, Satan just wanted to protect you and your children from actual sickos. He surely was muscular enough to fight some creeps off compared to your lithe body.

What he said was sadly true, perverts do target women and children, and what more to achieve both of them by targeting single mothers. Ironically enough, he was more father material than your ex, your children’s biological father, were.

To be continued. -w- 🫦👉🏾👌🏾 The emojis, XD.

[cynnkk]

mammon. oh mammon.

since he's competing w/ all the other devils for your attention, he decided to be owned by you, not the other way around.

He opened up and admitted that he fell in love with you at first sight. if you remember, you were resting on his chest when you woke up in the hospital and he spent all that time thinking about how wonderful, breathtaking and powerful you were and what it would feel like for you to own him, for him to belong TO you.

He would be solely and exclusively devoted to you and to your well-being. Mind you, he's not a low level demon: he's the king of Tartaros, the wealthiest kingdom in Hell and everything belongs to him but, as his master, everything will belong to you as well.

The whole thing is new to the both of you but he's resolute: he likes you "just because", not because you're solomon's descendant but because you are you.

You'll come around someday and love him like he loves you. He wants you to surrender to your greed, to take everything from him and he'll accept everything you have to offer: from lovely dates along the tartaros river to long fucking sessions on his throne, he would lap it all up, like the good sub he was always meant to be.

in a world where you are seen as somebody else's stand-in, he's the one asking you to recognise him.

You're his master after all, no one can replace you.

He's yours. you just have to accept it as a fact, because he's not letting you go.

[sweetkiitsunez]

❞ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 - synopsis: being gangbang by Beelzebub and his clone inspired by Attack the king card

❞ warning: nsfw content (18+) + f!sub (afab!reader) + Dom!Beelzebub + Gangbang + Clone sex + rough sex + double penetration + dubcon(?) + overestimated + public sex + creampies + bites/hickes all over your body + bulge

a/n: I apologize if it so bad!! I was in the rush, but thanks to the person i've talked with share the ideas :3🫶

"Your moans are my favourite sound."

“I could make you feel better.”

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?”

"Can you feel how my body is reacting to you?"

You don't know how long that they had been destroying your holes. There's two Beelzebub penetrating your pussy and hole in a fast pace and your hand rubbing the other Beelzebub's dick. You look like a mess. You are filled with sweats and cums and juice. Your clothes were taken off, but your panties were torn apart due to Beelzebub being impatient, stripping your clothes.

"Aaah, ngh, you're so tight...!" Beelzebub in front of you thrusting your insides.

"Aah! Nngh! Mm!! Aah!! Aaah!" You moan feeling hot already. You could see Beelzebub's dick bulging your tummy. It's so big... you already feel so full. Your eyelids were getting heavier, but you couldn't afford to fell asleep yet.

Hearing the loud wet slaps noises in the busy clubs. Everyone is getting high, drunk, having sex in front of everyone. You felt the third Beelzebub grabs your face as he pulls in for a tongue kiss. You continue to rub your hand on his dick, pressuring him.

Beelzebub from behind you playing with your nipples as he continues to pound you from behind. He growls in your ears while pounding your hole. "Fuck, you're taking me really well, heh." You couldn't respond as the third Beelzebub is kissing you. His fingers is digging into your flustered cheeks. You let out a loud groan as your eyes rolls back of your skull.

“Oh, I love that sound you make.” Beelzebub in front you, laughs while he held your thighs tighter while thrusting ferociously in your pussy. You felt crowded as Beelzebub's clone is eating you alive. You're so cute and sexy in front of them. Completely covered in their sweats and semen. You felt Beelzebub from behind push your abdomen while Beelzebub is in front of you thrust his penis inside you. You let out a squeal and a loud cries while he laughs at you from behind.

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” He whispered from behind. His dick is still inside your hole. You felt like they're gonna stretch you. It's hurt, but it's feels so good! You never want them to stop.

"Aah!! Ah! Mm!!" You already came... how many times? You don't remember. You felt so full. Your jaw was so sore after sucking third Beelzebub's large dick when he slaps it in front of your face. He just wants some fun. Your mouth was so warm...

They prefer hearing your moans and cries while they're fucking you. They indeed take turns in different positions to fuck your pussy and hole and doing a blowjob or handjob. You switched positions as Beelzebub third is taking over your pussy as he laid on the floor and the second Beelzebub took over your behind and the first Beelzebub grabbing your hair as he thrust his large dick into your mouth. You don't even know which is the real Beel or could tell which positions that they had took.

"I will give that mouth something to do." Beelzebub in front of you groans as he bit his bottom lips. Your throat is so warm... too bad that he has to destroy you.

They're all look the same to you. The third Beelzebub grabbing your hips as he slams your body deep as the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. Your eyes widen as your mouth vibrant while Beelzebub's dick is still in your throat as he let out a sultry groan.

"Oh, you like that?" Beelzebub underneath you, chuckles as he continues to grind you.

"Oh I can do this all night long." Beelzebub from behind as he pounds deep into your hole as he slaps your ass.

Of course the night doesn't end. You continue to gag and cry as they kept fucking you in a new position. Your body aches as you are covered in head to toe with bites marks. You don't even know who, beside Beelzebub.

"Who knew that you're hiding such a dirty mind."

"Our bodies fit so well together."

You were about to reach your climax. Hands are all over you. Beelzebub's hands is much larger than you as they grope your body. You don't enough energy to move or foucs anymore. How much energy does he have...?

"I-I'm coming! Fuck! You're so tight!"

"Aah! Shit! You're taking us really good!"

All of the Beelzebubs are reaching their climax and you too. They even gone a faster pace, literally destroying you and tearing you apart. Your jaw is so sore as Beelzebub wouldn't let you breathe for a second!

"Mmh! Mmn! Mmm!" Gagging into Beelzebub's dick as he thrust his hips in your mouth. Your body is trembling badly, but it feels so good!

Beelzebub took his dick out of your throat as he releases his semen onto your face as the white milky liquid spills into your mouth as you stick your tongue out to taste his cum.

Your body shivers as you feel your tummy is filled with others Beelzebub's semen. You couldn't help as you let out a shiver orgasm. You all came at the same time. You feel messy as you are covered head to toe with Beelzebub's liquidity semen. You fell on top of Beelzebub that was underneath you as his hands spreads your ass cheeks to show off "their" meals.

Liquids semen are dripping from your thighs on the dirty floor. You couldn't move anymore as you laid on top of him, tired and exhausted and filled.

“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

"One more round? Don't fall asleep with us~"

Your eyelids feels heavy as you laid on top of his chest, panting heavily.

" One more round? "

[wordsvomit101]

I would put him as a "sad old man" on my contact list if I were MC.

Sometimes I gotta be a bit petty for MC cause they don't do it for themself. Credits to @shyanimeboi and their friend on X: https://x.com/shyanimeboi/status/1795183592961655077/video/4

Warnings: Sexual content, complicated brainstorming about guilt and legacy.

Of course, you would say that- No but honestly, I would be pissed as hell if he said that to me directly, cause sir your brother lowkey put MC's parent on the news, made their friend see his ancestor temporarily, and then almost put them in the casket as well. It's a miracle that they do not blindly hate everything relating to angels at this point. (Although I'm glad that you at least find closure from it you dismal oldster ╮(─_─)╭)

It's a little heartwarming that he shows that he still loves his brothers a lot, given how he said: "traces that Gabriel is alive and well". It got me thinking about how it could very likely mean that he believes at some point in the future, either the other kings kill his brothers or Lucifer will have to choose between Hell (repentance) and his love for them when put in a corner he cannot back out, and with him being the Sin of Pride, I don't think he would either.

Also, if he is happy just by seeing the brand alone then his brothers either avoid attacking Paradise Lost personally or he didn't face them directly after he told off Michael more than 100 years ago and he did say that he "can no longer meet to ask how he is doing".

This first option seems like something Solomon would say. As his descendant, how MC presents themself in the daily chats and some of their options are probably the closest we get to see how Solomon would act when he was still around. An example would be how they question the goofy 3 rules policy in Paradise Lost that was set by the nobles, I will admit, I didn't think of that either. I was affected by the devoted behaviors of the nobles from both the event and the beginning of the prologue, in turn, I put Lucifer on an unreachable pedestal and I love that MC boldly questioned it and presented their opinions and rationale that bring Lucifer closer to the player and shows more air-headed sides to the nobles. They bring new perspectives and challenge the assumptions albeit in a small but significant way. I love it, I hope they do it more in the future.

He also finally said it, the holy words of every prideful bastard I know on media, "How dare you", it took 4 chats but we finally got here.

How he process his brothers' wrongdoings and his own? Very understandable and something, in my opinion, most victims would rather want to get from their offenders' family members, acceptance and acknowledgment of the issues and the damage that was done, and a genuine effort to do the right things. Familial love is very complicated, and it is… difficult to hate and condemn someone you come to love first naturally in your life. I think Lucifer, besides God (but also not really), first loves his brothers, probably the first angel to do so for their kind, and by reading the Seraphs’ comics it clearly shows how they either don’t care or hate each other guts yet still capable of loving Lucifer. He raised them, he's both their brother and their second parental figure, and he show them love outside of their devotion to God.

And how he addresses them in the chat, he calls each one of them a "child", he was being very quietly affectionate by focuses on their well-being when he saw the brand on MC. He also only does this with them and Gamigin, so it is clear how he sees them from a caretaker standpoint (the allegation of him being born in his 30s and raising his brothers is not so far-fetched now, honestly, he is the true dilf here, not God). He knows his brothers ruining other people's lives but when they turn around and love and treat him so dearly that it can feel like what they have done to others is an illusion.

When that illusion doesn't cloud his judgment and beliefs anymore? It will hurt and it can feel like his perception of his brothers are lie. It can be easy to deny the first time but since it happens again and again he has to accept the change and it ain't gonna feel great to realize how he is not the bystander here and directly or indirectly enable his brothers' atrocities (maybe join them in it too at some point, but this is just my thoughts). It gonna rewire how he views a lot of things and it gonna run back from the beginning to the current time, and with how long Lucifer lived? That's rough buddy.

Now, humans are insignificant in these guys' eyes and a single death is nothing to them in the vast universe, yes, but like Lucifer said, God made humans and with how he said it after that, humanity is a part of God's legacy. Legacy is fundamental to what it is to be human to many, something to be carved on their graves and will at the end of their time, it also helps people who live beyond them to remember and let their spirits or unconscious presence remain on the world. So despite humanity in the grand scheme of things, humans are still the work of God. By referring to God as "Our Father," besides asserting his connection, he also indirectly extends that connection to humans. It suggests a shared lineage and inherent value in all of God's creations.

If I interpret what Lucifer said correctly, then the duty of the Seraphim has always been to protect and care for all beings created by God, ensuring the preservation of His legacy. This duty encompasses all creations, whether great or small, beautiful or flawed. To destroy these creations and leave only themselves as His legacy would be a betrayal of their responsibility. A legacy, regardless of its nature, is not to be forcefully erased. Those who seek to erase it tarnish the very legacy they are meant to safeguard and were entrusted to honor.

So if they can't even accept all of God's legacy, no wonder why they can easily go hunt down every single child of one (1) man they are jealous of. Perhaps this is my speculation on what they did with Solomon, who seemed resigned to being forgotten by the devils in chapter 5. They sought to erase his entire bloodline, his descendants, and his legacy, ultimately aiming to make him extinct from the world (like how poachers do it toward endangered animals). For someone like Solomon, this, in my opinion, could be the most terrible fate for him. I honestly wouldn't put it past God's plan to make MC a part of this war for Solomon.

This option is more like the canon MC than the Solomon option from before. They felt more personal here in their anger.

The desensitization for guilt and emotional detachment is strong in this. Lucifer acknowledges the gravity and permanence of the sins he and his brothers have committed and accepts that he must coexist with his guilt and remorse, but how he goes around with it is mostly for himself. Lucifer mentions that he "voluntarily fell to Hell", a form of self-punishment despite his brothers' protests (but also calling Hell the starting point of sadness is wild cause honestly? Not that wrong, I can't see truly happy devils, and if there is, their development happened off-screen).

Lucifer’s remark that the MC is "not that meaningful enough yet" is his emotional detachment from others. His focus remains on his own internal experiences rather than on the perspectives or forgiveness of others. This detachment suggests that his pursuit of guilt is inward-focused, rather than being about seeking forgiveness or redemption through the eyes of others. Selfish and very prideful, very fitting for the Sin of Pride. The idea that Lucifer is almost addicted to the feeling of guilt points to a self-destructive aspect of his personality. It indicates that he may be using guilt as a way to continually punish himself or a way to keep feeling alive through suffering.

Now this leads to my next point:

Lucifer's search for guilt and remorse indicates a need for intense emotional experiences. Witnessing someone cry, especially if he has caused the tears, could provide a powerful emotional release or catharsis for him. This could momentarily alleviate his own feelings of guilt by transferring some of that emotional burden onto others.

Control. By inducing tears in others, he might be exerting a form of control that he lacks in his own life. This dynamic could satisfy a deep-seated need to reclaim some semblance of power over emotional outcomes.

Witnessing tears might serve as a mirror to his own inner turmoil. It externalizes the pain and suffering he feels internally, allowing him to confront it more tangibly. This externalization can create a twisted sense of connection or empathy, aligning with his need to constantly grapple with guilt.

Lucifer's enjoyment of seeing others cry could be intertwined with his own cycle of punishment and redemption. Inflicting emotional pain might be a way for him to project his self-loathing and need for atonement onto others. It creates a scenario where he can experience the aftermath of guilt without direct self-harm.

Causing others to cry could validate Lucifer's sense of guilt and reinforce his belief that he is deserving of punishment. This validation can be perversely satisfying, as it confirms his self-perception as someone who commits unforgivable sins.

Tears are often a sign of vulnerability. Seeing someone in a state of emotional rawness might create a sense of intimacy that Lucifer finds alluring. This intimacy could particularly appeal to someone who feels isolated by guilt and sins.

[sweeteaacakes]

Wow thanks for open the ask, I need more WHB content now 😭

I still confused a little about differences between images and headcanons, but can I have some headcanons with WHB kings as fathers, have a happy marriage and they now look after their newborn(s) plsss (father's journey is now beginnnnn) 🍀

♡》 WHB|| Kings Parental Bonding Time

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The kings spending time with their newborn baby. Some chaotic and some soft than the others :3

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Note for anon ♡: imagines are snapshot stories which are shorter that shortshot while headcanons are bulletpoints (aka list).

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『Satan』

It's surprising how a being can contain so many emotions running in their veins. But then again, the being is none other than the Sin of Wrath himself. Satan. Joy was shown through the tears cascading down his face and anger blended with the triumphant shout.

It has been days since your baby was born and, well, despite the excitement they did nothing but cry. You and the others did their best to calm them down but with no success. It became more difficult when they started thrashing in your arms to which Satan couldn't handle just watching you and had to intervene so you could rest.

Was it normal for human babies to be this loud? But, then again, his blood also runs in their veins and as the baby trashed and cried in his arms his smile widened to the point he showed his fangs.

It really is his child.

Satan bursted into loud laughter which woke you up.

You open your eyes and see Satan cradling… cradling…?????

「“SATAN!!” you gasped at the sight of him cradling or more like swaying your baby in his arms left and right and doing a pirouette. You called him again, concerned and weirded at the scene.

Satan was laughing along with another voice. He turned at you with a gleeful smile and laughter vibing on his chest as your child laughed vibrantly. It was the first time you see them laughing that much.

“Our child is a devil of Gehenna through and through!” Satan said and bursts of laughter. You fell back on the bed questioning yourself if your nerves calmed down or it's just your bones that melted away at what you saw. Ofcourse. Your child is a devil. And from those who are pure of heart nonetheless. Still you reminded Satan to be careful and to not let them hitting others being a habit. You fear that you're nagging too much but he understands your worry.

Emotions, afterall, are something that needs to be used properly.」

『Mammon』

Your newborn child has the biggest nursery room.

“Mammon! They don't even know how to use this yet! You said slamming your hands on a toy car for children.

Mammon is having fun watching you gasping at the things he bought.

He will be very attentive to your child's health. He used to be weak at a young age so his eyes will be sharp as diamonds toward them.

Is it just you or maybe the gold around you shines brighter?

「Mammon looked down at the newborn in their crib.

“So fragile and so small,” he said as it reminded him of the time when he was young and wondered how they would be when grown up. A solemn smile formed his lips with a heart wanting to break free from his chest.

He looked at the baby sleeping peacefully. Right now they were the one shining amongst the walls of gold. One of his most priceless treasures.

He looked at your resting figure on the bed then his gaze turned back at your child. His fingers gently traced their hair to their plump cheeks making the little one shift on their sleep and reach out to his fingers with their little hands.

Mammon's heart swells as if blossoming. He is the sin of greed and never for centuries he believed there would still be something he can possess.

A treasure you gave to him who with those little hands holding his will one day have everything in their grasp.」

『Leviathan』

Flawless, smooth, perfect.

Jealousy didn't only run within the nobles but especially you who mostly get tired when taking care of the newborn while Leviathan seems to make it easy with a warm smile on his face.

From cradling, to getting their attention, to play with them, feeding and his humming voice to lull the little one..

Yeah. He even changes the diapers when he has the chance and is not busy with duty.

But it'll take a deep look to realize that underneath such a facade, deep down he is stiff and such a perfectionist as him has to do a mental workout before confronting the situation he is not familiar with.

Give it time and his perfect-attitude will melt and become more natural.

「It's been weeks since your newborn came into this world. Everything is perfect and happy with of course part of difficulty being a parent.

When your child first met Leviathan and his cold piercing gaze they immediately cried; however, a few days later, they gradually calmed down. Leviathan cradled them with grace. Changed their diapers with perfection. Bathed them with care. And when he is only feeding them the bottle of milk it's like worth the pain.

He never missed to give you affection. In fact, he spends time with you and lets you rest whenever he is off duty, however you can't ignore the jealousy that's making your skin green.

How the hell does he do that?

One day, you were on your way to find Leviathan, followed by Foras. You admire his dedication by putting in the effort to go outside and their favourite place to relax was the garden.

Arriving at the gate, you searched for their whereabouts and there they are near the fountain.

The water sprinkled like diamonds under the warmth of the sunlight that illuminates the figure of Leviathan and your child sorrounded by flowers that seemingly blooms only to admire their beauty.」

『Beelzebub』

Ahem ahem. I'm sure once the war is over, Beel would be more present in his children's life despite wandering a lot. But this ain't the case.

When he knew about the newborn his whole system halted.

During those months strange phenomena started happening around you. Atleast, they weren't as bad and actually benefited you until your delivery!

You kept wondering whether he'll show up or not but here he is holding your hand and reassuring you as you deliver the baby.

When the excruciating hour was done, Beel was there to ease your pain until you went to rest.

During the first day, he stayed in Avisos to take care of you and the baby but he was gone after that and it was the noble's task to help you.

But, somehow, you can still feel he is there as strange occurance kept happening this time to your newborn.

「It's been weeks since Beelzebub disappeared again and you feel like going crazy! There are times when you feel very tired and no matter how you struggle to stay awake just to do your parenting duty, you inevitably fall asleep. The nobles assured you to not worry about it and they'll take care of them however you fear to ending up neglecting your child.

You are about to feed him? Surprise! He is already feeding on a bottle of warm milk! Diapers? Changed! There will be times when you will see toys you don't recall buying so you put two and two together and solved the mystery.

You don't know if it's Beel's doing but when you caught him, you confronted him with subtle words and confessed he's been using your power to let you rest while taking care of the child since only his power can reach you and not his presence. Two birds in the stone.

When you tell him you're not a fan of it, he promised to not do it again and ask your permission whenever he have an idea.

From then on, the strange occurrence happened less but it eased you. However, Beelzebub visited more. Or atleast, one of his clones which comes one and the other goes.」

『Lucifer』

Lucifer was eager and tense since the first time he got the news.

You will have the most care in Paradise Lost whether you like it or not. You look at Lucifer if he is behind this but the nobles simply had a silent agreement as they fawn over you.

It's your and Lucifer's child after all!

And when the baby is born, they will take care of you and the child with utmost care.

Documents? Allergies examination? Health? All checked!

If you're feeling overwhelmed, all it takes is Lucifer's gaze to make them step back.

He is 100% there for you in an instant and won't even break a sweat.

The steady anchor to your rocky ship.

He enjoys taking care of both of you!

「*jigglejigglejigglejiggle*

The newborn baby is cradled in Lucifer's laps while Gamigin jiggles his staffs in front of their grasp and Jjok is making funny faces.

Lucifer enjoyed the moment. His eyes fluttered until they closed. The image of four little angels replayed in his vision as they sat next to him. The black haired one is always close to him. The white haired child reading a book and the blond geumpy one who seems not wanting to be there but tried to include himself. Meanwhile, the fourth one, lay on his lap asleep…

Lucifer's vision faded when Gamigin stopped jiggling his staff after being called by one of his hyun. Despite the frown od young dragon, he along with Jjok quickly recovered and bid goodbye to Lucifer and the baby and promised to play later.

Now alone, the two enjoyed the silence of the greenhouse. The baby cooed to get his father's attention. Lucifer smiled and lifted him up and rubbed each other's nose tip then high-playing making the little one laughs.

After a while, Lucifer made them rest and made them stand on his lap while holding them. They both stared at each other for a moment and— HISSSS!!!

“AAAHHGGG!” You screamed when you entered at the sight of Lucifer and your child with eyes of void, bearing their fangs and snake-like tongue.

“Oh. Greetings, my love.” Lucifer turned his head to greet with face gradually turning back to normal replaced with a soft smile as if he didn't just almost gave you a heatstroke momengs ago while your child just laughed at their view of entertainment.」

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Author Note: lol I had fun writing this. Especially Lucifer is very funny. Like, with Satan you'll have them both sleeping with open eyes. With Lucifer the horror-esque hissing good luck for your hearts, y'all TToTT) Mammon having the most calmest and wholesome one while Levi is doing his best— But ngl... Leviathan was becoming more longer but I had to cut it off 👀

Anyyywaysdd I fun writing this. I have another Kings&Child scenaruo in the ask! Along with ask of Foras and Lucifer! Again! Thanks for the ask~♡ |っ'ヮ'c)