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iceinwhb · 3 days

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I died, revived, and fell asleep. LMAO. Definitely loved the ending. In fact, I'm fascinated by your requests, because they allow me to think of a good answer. I need to do more, in fact!

BESTIE Listen... I need Leviathan to breed me

Like Babytrap

Like.... He's as anxiety that one day MC will leave him sooooo He's going to put a stop here. And of course he makes mc all his win win.

I like the idea... Wait.

﹅ contains ;; what in hell is bad, Leviathan, sensitive content, nsfw, explicit content.

﹅ warnings ;; Enjoy it!

Your fingers tightened in nervousness, perhaps because you knew what it meant to be walking right up to Leviathan's throne.

You tried to believe it was because he was frustrated, and suffocated with his job, taking care of his citizens, but it was becoming more recurrent that this kind of incident happened, more and more often, to the point that you still weren't able to take a step away from Hades, because Leviathan needed your company.

But the reason you were anxious, was actually because it was that day, Leviathan wasn't waiting for you with a silent and fixed gaze, but he was tearing up his entire hall, in whatever way he could.

He didn't wait, he didn't call you either, not like last time. You were running, trying to catch up with Barbatos' quick steps, and when you finally caught up with him, that's when you reached the door. He opened it for you, but even if you had already arrived, you were stopped by the silence inside.

It didn't seem to bother Barbatos because he pushed you inside, gave you a sweet “good luck,” and closed the door behind your back. You didn't turn around, and try to fight for your freedom, because the menace in the gray eyes was too sharp for your arrival.

“What took you so long.” It was a question but it seemed to demand a quick answer. At least before he left the spot he was sitting on and headed your way. “Why did you get up, where were you?”

You opened your mouth, before frowning.

“I was walking around the square, before you went fucking insane, and I came in his coffin, so…” Leviathan leaned back against the door, almost to the point where your nose brushed his chest. You swallowed saliva, as fingers lifted your head, and uncovered your neck.

“You went to the square, and you hid it.”

“Aren't you supposed to feel bad? You look perfectly fine.” You crossed your arms, and raised an eyebrow. “I want to go out, and preferably, go Gehenna as soon as possible.”

He moved closer, clearly annoyed, to the point that he would truly hang you, but instead, a soft kiss was pressed to your lips.

“You wouldn't have to go anywhere if you just stayed here.” You were surprised, and ignored his fingers intruding on your arms, to pull them apart. “Just accept that you're staying here.”

“No one knows, not even you.” You licked your lips, before a smug laugh came from him, and he kissed you again, slowly, with the typical strange sweetness that most of the time he never had.

You tried to push him away, but you only made him open his eyes and become slightly softer, enough to convince you of anything that wasn't normal, but you couldn't help that strange need to understand his intentions.

Maybe even feel you immersed in the soft caresses before you sucked in your lip slowly, enough to think about exactly where you'd been all week, but it didn't matter enough when he opened his mouth.

You lifted your arms, to tangle around his neck and went deeper inside, even playing with his tongue and teasing every time he tried to subdue you. You didn't let him breathe, to the point where you felt a moan vibrate through your mouth.

You released him soon after, with one last suck on his tongue, and sighed.

“Next time you lie to me, I won't come back.”

He didn't hear a word, you knew perfectly well by the way he slid into your neck, as his hands lifted you up, and teeth nibbled at your flesh, before sucking greedily.

Your flesh bristled, as the panting got louder. You knew he was looking for a way to keep any marks made by him from being hidden, and he seemed to challenge you for it.

You crossed your legs over his hips as he took you deeper into the room. You shuddered, as he licked more intensely and you smiled, at how absurdly wet he was.

The erection even pressed against your stomach and became sticky on your clothes. You moved your hands to the pants, and froze when you realized that there was no clothing to get in the way of the wet dick, to the point that it had already stain even your stomach.

You opened your mouth, but it seemed like an invitation for him to lunge inside you. He sat you down, on his own throne, and his hands slowly unbuttoned your shirt, like your pants.

He also deftly slid down to the panties, which he pulled down quickly outside of what would be usual.

You pulled away, breathing hard as the last chance to leave the place slipped through your toes.

“Why…?”

He slid his touch under your thigh, and along your leg, and again you felt the heat, the vibration and the wetness that the blunt tip gave off.

“Can you only think about that?” a moan mingled with yours as the cock rubbed against you. You shuddered, knowing what was coming, but your body still couldn't take the hard thrusts, pushing all the way in.

You held his shoulder, trying not to let the sensation escalate, but all Leviathan did, was thrust into you, battering your insides to his pleasure and enjoyed the moans until he cummed.

You laced your fingers in his shoulder, while the other reached for the arm that held from crushing you. You shivered at the warm sensation filling your belly. He came out slowly, his attention on the clear image of you, ruined on his throne.

Your legs tightened, from the lack of an orgasm. You swallowed spit, and looked up, annoyed.

“You know what you're doing.”

A small chuckle came out, before he lifted you up, and straddled you over him. This time, the introduction was gentler, at least when you held onto his chest.

“I never do anything as useless as that.”

“This is fucking tiring.” You dropped your head on his shoulder, as you rubbed the most sensitive places. You moaned, this time, trying to hold on as you enjoyed every place you could reach. The climax was long, and almost destructive, burning your brain slowly.

“Wait!” Overstimulation hit the sensitivity of your nerves, as you tried to escape the position, avoiding its continued movement.

But Leviathan only spun you around. He took you to the floor, where you held on barely by your knees and elbows. You gasped in surprise, as moans filled your mouth from the raw sensation. He was fucking you again, pressing even your hands to the floor with his, and moving mercilessly.

You tried to escape through the heaviness that was beginning to press against your lower abdomen, lowering your hips, but he followed you, reluctant to leave your insides even if he slammed you to the floor.

He was hitting too hard, to the point where he was even hitting the right places to bring on another orgasm.

“That's enough! Wait!” When you tried to move, you moaned from the pressure that kept building up, even spilling down your pelvis and staining the floor.

You realized that even if he was just fucking you, he was still filling you with his seed, on the edge of your limit. The moan mingled with a grunt, the warmth of his mouth pressed against the back of your neck, to the point where a spike of pain prickled inside you.

“It's too…”

“I won't do anything useless.” He held your leg, lifted it and sucked noisily on the tibia. Le erection was getting harder and harder, as the movements continued. “Will end when it comes to its purpose.”

Your head blanched as you writhed from the painful pleasure, but your quickly understood the words, perhaps because at the time it was too literal.

“You ca…” You screamed in surprise when they were facing each other, and he thrust in slowly, too slowly to get another orgasm from you when there was no inch of distance.

You breathed hard, this time, more semen gushing out with the slightest movement.

“Who told you no?” He leaned down to lick your lips, as the small movements made you moan louder. “It's been a week now… No rest, every night. I wouldn't be so brazen with that, not so reckless even now either.”

“Levi…”

“If you're not… You soon will be.”

You clenched your jaw, while slowly closing your eyes, dizzy.

“Marriage is usually requested...”

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I had to re-read Levi's H, but it was worth it! Sorry if it took me a while, I usually write them fast, but I have five hours doing something I haven't finished.

Anyway… Had a fetish with that chair for as long as I've known it existed, don't blame me. Also with some hallway, but Levi's too jealous for that. I really enjoyed writing it, honestly! (I always want to drag on, but I can never get enough of my favorite. I'm so happy with this.)

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iceinwhb · 4 days

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BESTIE Listen... I need Leviathan to breed me

Like Babytrap

Like.... He's as anxiety that one day MC will leave him sooooo He's going to put a stop here. And of course he makes mc all his win win.

I like the idea... Wait.

﹅ contains ;; what in hell is bad, Leviathan, sensitive content, nsfw, explicit content.

﹅ warnings ;; Enjoy it!

Your fingers tightened in nervousness, perhaps because you knew what it meant to be walking right up to Leviathan's throne.

But the reason you were anxious, was actually because it was that day, Leviathan wasn't waiting for you with a silent and fixed gaze, but he was tearing up his entire hall, in whatever way he could.

You opened your mouth, before frowning.

“You went to the square, and you hid it.”

“Aren't you supposed to feel bad? You look perfectly fine.” You crossed your arms, and raised an eyebrow. “I want to go out, and preferably, go Gehenna as soon as possible.”

He moved closer, clearly annoyed, to the point that he would truly hang you, but instead, a soft kiss was pressed to your lips.

“You wouldn't have to go anywhere if you just stayed here.” You were surprised, and ignored his fingers intruding on your arms, to pull them apart. “Just accept that you're staying here.”

“No one knows, not even you.” You licked your lips, before a smug laugh came from him, and he kissed you again, slowly, with the typical strange sweetness that most of the time he never had.

Maybe even feel you immersed in the soft caresses before you sucked in your lip slowly, enough to think about exactly where you'd been all week, but it didn't matter enough when he opened his mouth.

You released him soon after, with one last suck on his tongue, and sighed.

“Next time you lie to me, I won't come back.”

He didn't hear a word, you knew perfectly well by the way he slid into your neck, as his hands lifted you up, and teeth nibbled at your flesh, before sucking greedily.

Your flesh bristled, as the panting got louder. You knew he was looking for a way to keep any marks made by him from being hidden, and he seemed to challenge you for it.

You crossed your legs over his hips as he took you deeper into the room. You shuddered, as he licked more intensely and you smiled, at how absurdly wet he was.

You opened your mouth, but it seemed like an invitation for him to lunge inside you. He sat you down, on his own throne, and his hands slowly unbuttoned your shirt, like your pants.

He also deftly slid down to the panties, which he pulled down quickly outside of what would be usual.

You pulled away, breathing hard as the last chance to leave the place slipped through your toes.

“Why…?”

He slid his touch under your thigh, and along your leg, and again you felt the heat, the vibration and the wetness that the blunt tip gave off.

You held his shoulder, trying not to let the sensation escalate, but all Leviathan did, was thrust into you, battering your insides to his pleasure and enjoyed the sigh until he cummed.

Your legs tightened, from the lack of an orgasm. You swallowed spit, and looked up, annoyed.

“You know what you're doing.”

A small chuckle came out, before he lifted you up, and straddled you over him. This time, the introduction was gentler, at least when you held onto his chest.

“I never do anything as useless as that.”

“Wait!” Overstimulation hit the sensitivity of your nerves, as you tried to escape the position, avoiding its continued movement.

He was pushing you too hard, to the point where he was even hitting the right places to bring on another orgasm.

“That's enough! Wait!” When you tried to move, you moaned from the pressure that kept building up, even spilling down your pelvis and staining the floor.

You realized that even if he was just fucking you, he was still filling you with his seed, on the edge of your limit. The sob mingled with a grunt, the warmth of his mouth pressed against the back of your neck, to the point where a spike of pain prickled inside you.

“It's too…”

Your head blanched as you writhed from the painful pleasure, but your quickly understood the words, perhaps because at the time it was too literal.

“You ca…” You screamed in surprise when they were facing each other, and he thrust in slowly, too slowly to get another orgasm from you when there was no inch of distance.

You breathed hard, this time, more semen gushing out with the slightest movement.

“Who told you no?” He leaned down to lick your lips, as the small movements made you grumble louder. “It's been a week now… No rest, every night. I wouldn't be so brazen with that, not so reckless even now either.”

“Levi…”

“If you're not… You soon will be.”

You clenched your jaw, while slowly closing your eyes, dizzy.

“Marriage is usually requested...”

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I had to re-read Levi's H, but it was worth it! Sorry if it took me a while, I usually write them fast, but I have five hours doing something I haven't finished.

#whb #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#pretty busy #whb leviathan #what in “hell” is bad?#I stayed up all night but it was worth it

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iceinwhb · 5 days

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He's so beautiful...

and I'm so poor. (⁠ ⁠:⁠ ∧⁠ :⁠ ⁠)

It is estimated that only $9 will be reduced on the pass. So... Whoever can buy it... let him take it to heaven for us. 🥲

#whb #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#pretty busy #in case anyone got excited... bad news

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iceinwhb · 6 days

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Dark headcannon II

﹅ contains ;; what in hell is bad, Leviathan, sensitive content, violence, explicit content.

﹅ warnings ;; Dark headcannon, insane descrptions, abuse.

His fingers gently stroked the hair, slowly abstracting in the sensation of softness, even soft breathing, and finally, his touch ended on the cheeks.

The body shuddered under his gaze, which needed to memorize every crease and form, before it all ended hopelessly wrong.

Silence was evident, but he could still feel the slight uncertainty in Foras. That worry I always hate to death, but he could do nothing but bite his tongue every time and avoid sentimentality, on his own.

At least that was the case when Solomon's descendant was in hell, she was a danger and above all an imposed weakness. But he constantly made it evident that she was not to leave hell. Too many times to count on his hands.

And it was absurd that she would have preferred to go back and stay with a human, clearly inferior to anything he could offer her.

But he didn't bother to reflect his constant anxiety about it. In fact it was just the opposite, he hoped she make the decision to end up there.

For by then there would no longer be anything that could take her away from him. There was no longer a king she could miss, and he was, by far, far better than a mere weak mortal.

He lifted her gently, even knowing the kind of sensitivity she managed when she slept, and went back to hell. It was even easier to take each step as she slowly opened her eyes, and realized she was being robbed.

She seemed to feel the fury itching under his skin, and looked for the tiniest crack to push itself outward, but he was no longer even capable of using a rope to hang her. No, that time, he had something he should have done from the beginning.

“Who are you?” His eyes did not lower, but continued to be fixed on the path, as his fingers buried themselves more firmly into the body that was beginning to twitch annoyingly. “How did you get into my house? Where are you taking me!”

“Foras.” He made barely a simple gesture, but it was enough for Foras to stop following him and stand halfway down the hallway, knowing exactly what Leviathan wanted.

As the deeper the path he stepped on became, where not even a single bolt of lightning was able to reach him. The trembling increased, rather than the resistance, and the only salvageable reaction was how the breathing began to move with excessive force.

“What are you doing. With me.” There seemed to be a flicker of a voice, too small to compare to the first time she teased him. He would have found it boring, and would have left her there, except that it would still be obvious that she was in hell.

“Learn to control yourself.”

A tentacle slithered under the bed in the room he had entered, and lifted the furniture, moving it out of his way, even lifted the wood off the floor, opening a more secret door, and intruded into the deep darkness, as if to lead the way.

He descended the steps, ignoring even the fingers that tried to make it out of the force he implemented.

“Please, please, stop.” He paused only when the body stretched, struggling not to enter the darkness, as if there was something there, that gave her the message of danger. “I'll do anything you want, but don't do this.”

She didn't have a clue that there was a chance, and she blew it completely. He knew there was the slightest risk, and if he gave her the benefit of the doubt, it was like handing her the perfect weapon to assassinate him.

He stood, halfway up the stairs, enjoying the fear, feeding on the trembling as the torso and part of the chest pressed against his nose.

He did not insist on forcing her by his own hand, but simply watched as a groan of surprise came from her, before her body fell on the hard stairs and she was dragged down by a tentacle that clung to her throat, similar to a necklace.

He followed the body, as his attention continued on her and the way she writhed, as her hands struggled against the apostle's grip, but it was in vain, because five minutes later the body turned livid.

He smiled, as they finally reached the room, made solely for the purpose of being inhabited by the last descendant of Solomon. He almost laughed, as the apostle curled up on every limb, as a reflection of the obsessiveness to take her completely.

His eyes kept boring into her, unable to forgive her. That was just one more reason to quit hiding what he wanted, over the poor selfishness she aspired to achieve.

He refocused on the hoarse moan, and the slow movements, regaining her consciousness. The gasp that followed was just the beginning of a long process, which she took immediately into practice.

“Stop it, please, stop it.”

“Does it matter now?” He held the dirty cheeks, as the eye contact grew heavier and denser, but what was in every feature, there was fear. “You can't leave hell even if you die. You knew that, but you still made your decision.”

She opened her mouth, barely a few moments, trying to get words out that were interrupted when he held her neck and pressed down.

The windpipe was even soft, mallugged by the apostle's strength, but that didn't mean Leviathan should trust in it. He held the nape of her neck, as his fingers dug in hard, drowning out the sound that vibrated in his hand as a bone broke.

“Just a moment longer.” Another crunch filled the space, but this time, with more perpetual intent. The thyroid glans twitched even lowered the pressure, perhaps hurting itself from the sudden movement and finally he released it.

A scream came after a long deep breath, she coughed and screamed again, all mixed into a whimper that was clear right after. The cry rose, and though he must have stirred his chest, he felt nothing but anxiety.

For it was not enough, he would not have enough, and at that moment, though pain clouded the human mind, soon, the only thought she would have would be him, every moment of every day and every night.

She turned, trembling, and he allowed her to for a second, before he held her arm and stand over her body, never letting his attention leave her.

“Leviathan is the only name you must call out. The only thing you will think from now on, and the only thing you will have until your death.” Lips trembled, tears fell, and yet, though she must have been frightened, all he saw was fury. “You must hate me, to the end.”

And that was fine to him. The purest, and most mammoth hatred that blossomed with injustice, and overcame any human limitations.

“Let go of me!” She hit his jaw hard enough to make him pull away. She didn't even wait another second before she returned to lace another blow across his face, breaking his lip. She climbed over him, clearly angry.

He laughed, as he wiped the tingling, rather than stinging, blow.

“Your worthlessness transcends your own reason. Weak human.” Inevitably he yearned for more. With the same unwarranted manner, he sought to compete with his role as abuser, and take the consequences.

Not only did she hit his stability, again and again, pressing the dangerous spots, but he got what he needed.

He held her hips, even as the furious scratches snapped into his face, and he felt the raging desire again. For he wasn't capable of having her only one way, but wanted to hog every part.

And like the first time, she tried to choke him, because there was nothing she could use as a weapon. He pushed the erection to the center of her legs, knowing exactly how it would end when he clamped her wrists and tightened his grip. She gasped, sharply enough to bristle his skin, and his eyes moved immediately to the apostle's arm, which was pulling her toward him, more closer.

There were tears instead of fury, again, as if she couldn't be consistent with her feelings, but he didn't care, as long as he was the only for her. It was fine even if he pushed himself over the edge, as long as they just stayed that way.

The sobbing didn't stop, perhaps because she was finally realized that the darkness was going to drown her at any moment if she didn't cling to him, and fight for her life.

The creaking in her limbs did not stop. Nor was it going to stop, until every muscle and bone became a useless mass of flesh.

And only then, only after realizing that he was all she had to survive, would it truly be just him.

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I'll be honest… The writer side of me wants to drag it out even a little longer, and give it some closure, because it has potential to be a good novel… I guess, since it's a short story, it's not pleasant because it bores.

And I know you can't imagine it, but yes, I write. Do I make it pretty? Do you like it? lmao. If you see mistakes, again, I apologize. I was never good at editing, but I was good at writing unintelligible. (For some reason I always end up writing this at night and you know…My brain is already on its full.)

I'd like to say that Leviathan is a poor little bb looking for love, BUT that baby is already like 2000 years old breathing, so he doesn't count anymore.

And I apologize if I can't give you something that these crazy (demon) men would really give, I have a lot of respect for people who don't like this content. (And even for those who did want to, I spared them a trauma, believe me. I made a “WTF? WHAT IS THAAAAAAAT” face as I was reading, and I cut the text and redid it twice out of indecision, lmao. I don't think I'm sure about some parts either because I find the reading slow, not shocking.)

But anyway, in case you didn't know, you can write me and ask me whatever you want (requests). I am always there, I want to listen to you.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #pretty busy #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#leviathan x mc

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iceinwhb · 6 days

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Do you take requests?

As many as you want and more.

The theme would be nothing too big to get my account blocked. LMAO. (It have always been open to everyone.)

Just let me bring you Levi and I'm immediately free.

#whb #I am a slave to good bad ideas #You tell me #and I write

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iceinwhb · 7 days

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I had a heart attack...

He's so tender and Idk how Ra-on regards it. Does she see it as a game or do they already know and still try to convince her?

#whb #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#pretty busy #whb mammon

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iceinwhb · 8 days

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Dark headcanon

﹅ contains; what in hell is bad, sensitive content, nsfw, explicit content, foul language, explicit lenguage, female Mc.

﹅ warnings; Dark headcannon, insane descrptions, unhealthy relationships, the softest is at the top.

He no longer had any idea how long it had been since he had last properly killed an angel. Perhaps too long to remember how to avoid instant death on the first hit.

Another army of wounded angels came out of their territory, weary from the constant fighting that hadn't changed for years.

Solomon's descendant no longer participated in the war, nor did he allow her to use any special skill. She only stayed in hell so as not to break the guidelines that bound her to him.

And it worked well for a while, until she became suspicious of the strange movements, and eventually, she realized what was going on.

He tried to hide it, but it wasn't long before she realized his intentions.

He still wanted to believe that if she spent more time in hell, maybe just a little longer, would learn to love it and stay. But the betrayal in her eyes, the feeling of him having cheated on her was still there.

She never said anything, and the more time passed, less she liked Gehenna. He couldn't follow her either, or even claim her because he himself condemned her, every day, to delay what might be inevitable.

But this time, at least that day, she had not avoided him. Her eyes did not leave him as he moved deeper into the room where he had taken refuge, so as not to feel that he was losing her.

“Let me go.” Her determination formed quickly, as he approached. “I want you to take me back to Earth. Reverse the deal right now.”

His brow furrowed, not only at the order, but at the strange feeling that plagued his chest.

“Hell…”

“It's your fault, not mine that the deal hasn't yet…!”

“If you can't deliver it, then you shouldn't have made a deal.” He tried to convince himself that this was the right thing to do, even if was wrong. “Or you're going to lie, and tell me you don't enjoy this place…”

“What the hell is there on earth that you can't have here!” He finally reached out, and touched her, not allowing her to move further away. “I saved you from dying back there, you can still die if you come back! You know exactly what you promised.”

“What I promised ended when you did what you wanted, you don't care about anything else!”

“Then go and ask any demon you find if he wants to help you. Go again, scour hell looking for just one…!”

The resounding smack on his cheek stung, especially since it was full of rage.

“Shut up!” he stepped back a few inches, trying to process the kind of feeling that was rapidly evolving, and looked at her again.

The silence was long, more tense than it had ever been, but no words could fix the mistake.

“Whatever you do, you're not coming back” He closed his mouth tightly and gritted his teeth, not knowing exactly what to hide, but already fury was beginning to rise in his brain, as the tingling in his hands began to rise. “At least I thought it would be different.”

“Don't you dare…”

“He and his lineage is always the same…” He held her again, unaware of how much the pressure of his touch had increased, as he threw her onto the bed. His body trembled as the high-pitched whine entered his ears. “But there will be no one who can take you.”

“Son of…” He held both cheeks with one hand, clenching her jaw tightly, the energy of fury continuing.

“Try it. Leave this fucking room and you'll see.”

“I'm sorry, but I can't stay.”

It was the first thing she did, politely, as she turned down the marriage proposal. She wasn't able to remember how many times considered Mammon's feelings after that.

In truth, she did nothing more than take care not to be rude, as her purpose in hell came to an end. She was more relieved to finally be able to come out to earth again, and feel like had a normal life, that even the excitement was more visible than could have imagined.

Didn't care that hell was safer, not quiet either, or that it could give her anything in return, after all, she was aware that once got out. She wouldn't remember anything.

Didn't want to be like Solomon, looking for a place in the heart of the demons because knew that wasn't her place. The reflection, as walked down the hallway of Satan's palace, ended.

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the figure, too large not to quickly identify. The clear eyes, with a hue as beautiful as gold shone in a different way than she knew, especially as the silence continued.

“What are you doing here?” she hugged herself, as walked in the direction of the greed demon, without a fear in the least. Eyes felt intense as it followed her, and immediately, the decompensation of familiarity when not greeted by a habitual smile appealed to her senses.

“You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?” she laughed, as excitement rose in her head again.

“Yes, that's why I couldn't sleep and thought it was a better option… To have some peace, but if you're here…” She looked around, especially to the sides and frowned slightly, forgetting what was about to say. “Just…”

“Can we walk together?” She nodded absently.

“That's what I was going to do anyway.”

“Aren't you too happy?” Mammon seemed to notice the strangeness she felt at every turn, but the question only made the atmosphere more uncomfortable. Discomfort pounded in her brain, making her aware of the bad feeling that slowly clung to her flesh.

“I don't…”

“You know you're going to forget hell, and all the demons in it when you get back.”

“I thought they were all aware that I wasn't going to… I didn't do anything to make them think more of me, either.” She looked up, leaning closer to Mammon, but was unable to look him. “I never coveted a place in anyone's heart, and I never wanted to hurt yours either.”

“I always told you I'd give you anything you asked for.” Long fingers covered her wrist, gripping her hand tightly. “And I'm willing to give you anything as long as you stay.”

Her only response, at least quickly, was easy to get out of her mouth, with a clear denial that there was nothing better than hell.

That was the worst mistake she could made.

Tried to remove his hand a few seconds later, but failed to move his hand at all.

The last thing she remembered hearing was Mammon's deep voice, with a completely different tone to the assurance he exuded.

“I can't… forget you.”

It was dragging, full of feelings she couldn't understand. But she didn't need to because his thoughtfulness was extinguished when she suddenly lost consciousness and woke up in that place.

A year ago.

And every day she could clearly remember every movement, every gesture. The difference from what Mammon was, to the demon of greed who only looked at her from the other side of the room.

Like at that moment, where the clear, golden eyes were brutally digging into her skin, burning her nerves and digging a deeper and deeper emptiness, to the point that she could even feel cold.

She tried to understand it every time Mammon spent hours watching her, where she had gone wrong, or if from the beginning her fate had already been written by the demon who rose from his desk, with the slowness of a predator about to hunt, until he touched the barrier that separated them.

The hand was not on her skin, but she could feel the need it gave off, the desire to touch her again, and play as if her body was that of a doll for the enjoyment of whatever needs Mammon might have.

A soft smile rose to his lips, and his cheek hit the material of gold and diamond cage. He dared to savor the minutes as fingers slowly opened the door.

“Don't you think it's time for a bath? I'll buy prettier dresses today than last time, and change your place, sweet master.”

Her lips trembled, in sadness, but she made no visible grimace, for no matter how hard she tried, was unable to move the crystalline diamond because of how heavy it was, and also to escape because the hands were too strong to hold her, like a leash that would take her for all eternity if possible.

And at that point, when he carefully held her waist, she was already resigned to being an object that she hoped, would be discarded as soon as possible.

Beelzebub's eyes were lost in the flickering spotlight, with a dull light, and the humid atmosphere only increased the rapidity of his breathing, as his nose sank into the wet panties. The smell of semen and female cum was so thick it made him dizzy.

It was an addictive drug that he could not stop consuming more and more, more and more hours of his day until he completely stopped moving, the bittersweet smell, the salty taste of sweat, and the moans made him lose the thread of coherence that he didn't know when he had lost, or for how long.

Only rolled his eyes, drenched in lust as he looked at the body of the descendant of a man he had forgotten. Tears steadily filled her eyes, as the moans were muffled by the cock that was penetrating the back of her throat with desperation, while pussy and ass were filled by others.

The scene made him move his attention to the semen-filled bosoms, the same that also marked the panties and cheeks, full of deep bites and saliva his. He didn't need to get lost from sight because another copy, took it upon herself to lick the red, sore, and quivering peaks.

His copy's fingers moved to her pelvis, and deftly advanced on her clitoris, before his eyes connected with it, and with a mischievous grin, the Beelzebub overstimulating her parts, opened her lower lips. The copy of his cock was crushing harder on the small body, to the point of making her squirm and almost scream.

He moaned, raw, as his hand pumped the erection harder than he should have applied. He felt suffocated, and at the same time, ecstatic in madness and pleasure.

Came down from the cloud of pleasure as the precious semen was held between his fingers, and his eyes came back into view, where his copy had already cum in his mouth, burying it to the full.

They all came out at the same time, leaving a long line of white semen, with no space to stain when he finally stood up. He held her neck carefully, and swallowed her tongue, the taste so exquisite that he just clicked his teeth together again.

She screamed, but he kept stifling the sound as the blood touched the roof of his mouth. And when she pulled away, his nose followed the line of his neck, perversely enjoying the smell.

She was the king of gluttony's whore. He could smell it in every pore of her skin, so deeply that it stained even her soul.

“You smell soo good…” Too good to want to eat her in one bite, too good to want all hell to notice how much she'd taken and how very much his she felt.

He bit into the skin again, making her scream again, but even the sound impoverished his ability to reason, and heightened the mammoth pleasure. The piece of skin he had torn from the soft skin made him shiver. The softness in each bite, the sensation that scraped warmly across his throat.

It was a taste he had never tasted before. Beyond anything he could have tasted. He sighed, almost cumming again as the whisper burned in his ears, his name, in the bulging mouth that did nothing but tantalizes him, every bite until there was nothing left.

“Please, Beel.” He brought his eyes to the sound, and his mind paused for a moment. The lips were bruised, red, hot, bleeding.

The tears wouldn't stop flowing, and her body barely had the strength to move. She was so adorable that made him laugh, as he held her wrists tighter and his gaze bored into the dark, tired, on the verge of fainting eyes.

“Should I eat you now?” Her eyebrows furrowed, blood continued to drip, staining the white red, and her consciousness slowly faded. He smiled, as he ran his lips over her wrist. “Unless you finally choose to stay. By my side.”

She didn't speak. The silence became so grotesquely awkward, for seconds before another bitter laugh hit his throat.

His chest wouldn't stop pounding, and the shape of his body was becoming less easy to hold as remembered why they were in that place.

They had gone through Abyssos. Passing time as usual, until her excitement slowly faded and she began to want to go back somewhere else, desperate to get away and leave him abandoned.

He returned to his reason, got control of his body and breathed hard.

“Then eat and fill yourself with my cock until you agree. And if you deny it again…” He held her chin, to make her look him in the eyes, but her eyelids fell slower, even disoriented. “I will eat you.”

“Come to Paradise Lost, one last time” She never denied him the opportunity.

He only acted out of condescension, because his conscience was pounding with despair at the thought of losing another loved one, and being forgotten as if he were nothing.

That was the decline of the last drop of patience he could have. He wanted to respect her decision, but the dark thought that she, in particular, did not want to stay was stronger.

And then, once he managed to have her one day, to give her up, but he did not succeed. They walked together, talked, laughed, even the tender moments became a burden and finally, before sunset they ended up in the greenhouse. He offered her a last cup of tea and they continued together as if nothing would happen afterward, as if it was just another day, where he could see her later.

And when she stood up, slightly dismayed, she finally looked him straight in the eye. For a moment, there was clear hesitation, but instead, she reached over and hugged him.

There was a small farewell, the size of a sigh. She touched his face, held his cheeks, and said words he could not have forgotten, “I am grateful to have known you, and I would only like to stay. But this is goodbye, and I hope it won't be the last.”

“You can't go.”

The minutes went on in silence and continued for twenty after his first words were not a simple acceptance.

“I have to go, Luci.”

“I'm not letting you go.” Surprise came over her, slowly, obfuscating his chest, but it was no greater than the sense of loss that kept dripping out, unsteadily, and almost choking him, as he clung to the hands that were still on him.

“Lucifer.” She swallowed saliva, then looked at the door, thinking of a possibility he had already completely abandoned. He tried to stop her, but she only took a step back, avoiding him, wrenching the resignation from holding her even without knowing what would happen.

“You're going to die if you walk through that door.”

The silence continued, before she sat back in the chair, almost laughing, incredulous at what was happening.

“You're not going to keep me here forever. You know that.”

But even if she was sure of it, she wasn't aware of what it meant forever. But that didn't matter after a while, nor did the certainty of an eternity.

He was barely able to leave the room because each time, he found something different, with the same ending, before Gamigin fixed it again and again.

At first, he could understand the urgency to remain vigilant, and eventually, stopped weighing too deeply, because he was by her side, after all she would always live, no matter how many times tried to kill herself, like in that moment, where she was scratching hard at his throat, looking to cut it for having tried to disobey his words again.

He stopped her fingers, lowering them, and momentarily removed the restraint. She finally drew in a sharp intake of breath, coming back to herself. She moved her hands quickly, trying to pull away before salty tears filled her cheeks and came with a loud sob.

Lucifer moved his hands to her cheeks, as she finally seemed to give in and lick gently at the wetness, savoring the salty taste, then sucked hard, longing for the sensation, taking his full attention.

“Stop it, just let me go…” He brought her tongue to his mouth, and tangled his tongue with the other, which was trying to hide, and the tears continued to enter his palate, relentlessly.

The human body was too weak to resist, even when she tried and finally manipulated it to his liking, even touched hard, to the point of leaving nail marks on the soft, warm skin.

But it was not enough.

He grabbed her neck and pulled her towards the wall, the sound was dry, he repositioned the barrier, and his teeth dug into the flesh, mercilessly, as he removed the clothing, ignoring even the struggling that went on constantly, not giving up even when he tore the blood-filled shirt.

Before his eyes, there were only marks of the countless bites that sank into the skin, each time he made her own. There was no longer any place without scars. Even the fingers, hands, and thighs that struggled to flee from his grasp were marked as his.

Though at that moment she was not yet ready to stay, she would slowly realize that the only one she needed by her side was him, for he would not let her see and touch others.

“The only thing you have now is me.” Blunt teeth bit into his shoulder, as nails dug into the wound in his bleeding wings. “The only place you belong is these four walls.”

The little grunt of discord entered his ears, but it was useless when she continued to cry, without stopping, to the point of shaking off his need. The hand he still had available rose to the nape of her neck, and again, he licked away the tears, for he was unable to let her go.

“Only me, descendant of Adam.”

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I dance to you so that it is not obvious that Leviathan is missing here, but don't worry. I'll write it later.

On the other hand… I don't know about you, but they are still very soft cuties (I also don't want to stress that I censure it too much, because yes, you can imagine how they ended with their own mc).

Aaaaaaaaaand… I think when I'm really fucked, sleep deprived and hundreds of wanting to sleep, I don't check well the coherence of the sentences, which is who, and for you guys it must have been a fucking shitty thing to read it, LMAO. I promise to check that for you guys, and even “render” my headcannons. For your health, and mine.

But right now, if I got something wrong, many apologies, (I love very, very, very much the beautiful people who did help me in the last poll. I need you guys too much, I will never leave you. <3).

Although… (I am a poll addict)

#whb #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#pretty busy #whb beelzebub #whb satan #whb mammon #whb lucifer #whb mc #whb mc x kings #Don't ask me where is Min

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