Ilxina's Den of Sin

𝙎𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙉

Satan loved sleeping with you. Both hands weren't enough to count the reasons why. The main one had to be that when he was lying in your arms (or you were lying on his, depending on his mood), he felt like nothing could go wrong. He felt all his worries disappear, and just that small moment between him and you was simply perfect.

One day, while walking out of a meeting, he felt as if he hadn't seen you for a while, so he made his way to your room. Once there, he found you peacefully sleeping—how cute!

BUT, what if you weren't sleeping? What if you passed out? Maybe an angel attacked you and set up your body so it would seem like you were just asleep, or what if Gabriel kidnapped you and set up a lookalike of you or a doll that looks like you to confuse those who walked into your room.

Overthinking took over Satan so he rushed to your bed to check on you, and once he got in your bed and got close to you he suddenly felt your arms wrapping around his neck and pushing his face.

He just remained there, dumbfounded, still processing what just happened, sure he knew you were quite naughty, but so naughty to a point where your sleeping self yearned for him? That was a surprise, a very satisfactory surprise.

Satan lay down with you and hugged you tightly without caring much if he woke you up or not if you had put him in such a suggestive situation it was because you wanted “Something more” But once he felt both your bodies cuddling, your soft hands tangled in his hair, your arms hugging his face endearingly and the comfortable warmth surrounding his face coming from your soft chest, Satan wanted to stay here forever, fuck the angels and fuck the war, this was all he needed in his life.

He felt Gabriel’s brand on your chest pressing against his forehead, it was mocking him, reminding him that he could take you away from him at any moment if that were to happen, Satan had no idea how could he move on, that’s why he treasured moments like this so much, he’s confident about his power and his abilities at protecting you, but one part of him was genuinely scared about the future.

He just wishes time froze and this moment could last forever.

𝙈𝘼𝙈𝙈𝙊𝙉

Satan arranged a super urgent meeting between the two kings that he described as a “Life or death type of urgency”, but that was the secondary reason he went to Gehenna that day, the main one was to visit you, and since the king of that land refused to let anyone kidnap you, Mammon had to settle for sporadic visits until he had a defined plan to steal you away from Satan.

Once his meeting was over, he went straight to your room, at first he knocked, but once he received no response he just entered, once inside he saw your little body wrapped in the sheets, he began to walk slowly trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake you up, and as soon as he was close to you he brought his face closer to yours to observe you more closely, Mammon thought you couldn't look any cuter until he saw you right now.

He may have let his guard down a little too much, because suddenly one of your hands grabbed his horn and the other grabbed his head, and somehow, you planted his head between your breasts.

He stands proud as an ass guy, but who is he to complain, and if it’s your will to keep him in your arms while you sleep, or more specifically, in your chest, then he must obey his master, so as carefully as possible, he places his heavy body beside yours and places his hands directly on his target, your ass.

He would’ve loved to have let his hands explore your body more, in fact, if he wanted to, he would have done it, but Mammon does not dare to break into his master’s dream, your life in hell is stressful enough, that you deserve to rest, and he’s honored that you’re allowing him to be with you at this time, and as long as he’s here with you, no angel would success in trying to attack you.

Mammon hopes that neither of you wakes up to Satan shouting and attempting to murder him when he sees the scene of both of you sleeping together, however, any punch or kick that he may receive will be worth it as long as he continues to enjoy this moment between the two of you.

𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉

He's not a huge fan of sleeping with you, or anyone, but as long as you weren't sharing a bed with somebody else, it was fine for him.

It was a peaceful noon at Hades, way too peaceful, unusually peaceful if he had to admit, something must be wrong, where are you by the way? Where were his nobles?

Casually, Leviathan happened to pass in front of your room, that moment, he stood there and he felt uneasy, it was too much of a coincidence that neither you nor his nobles were around, he opened your door with a bang and entered your room, he started looking desperately, he searched in every corner, opened every cabinet and even checked if Foras turned invisible and hid somewhere.

Then he noticed your sleeping self that by miracle didn’t wake up by the bang of your door and the amount of noise he made while rummaging around your room, that’s when he remembered, he hadn’t checked your bed to see if there was anyone’s unpleasant presence.

That's when it happened, when Leviathan got close to you to lift the bedsheets off your body, in an instant and taking him off guard, you grabbed his head with your arms and planted his face in your chest.

In the beginning Leviathan got mad, how you dare treat him with such rudeness, what’s wrong with you? But then he smelled you, no disgusting smell of any other nasty devil was on you aside from his, he sighed in relief, well, now that his job is done he must go, he had lots of things to do anyways and cuddle time with you wasn’t one of them.

Without caring much if you woke up or not he tried to pull away from you, tried, for a human you had a pretty strong grip he thought, and it didn’t help that your sleeping self gently kissed the top of his head as you snuggled up in his hair, that little act caused things in him, maybe Leviathan was completely unaccustomed to receiving this kind of gestures, so he felt quite weird, and if he was honest, maybe even a little bit good.

Hesitantly, Leviathan got comfortable in your bed and awkwardly held your body between his arms, if he stayed with you right now none of his nobles would dare to enter your room, yeah, that was the reason why he was in your room right now, with both your bodies curled in the bed, his face buried in the pillowy surface of your chest and your hearts beating in unison.

How long has it been since he’s been so at ease in his life? Probably never, and for the first time in god knows how many years, he fell asleep out of the comfort of his coffin, but in a newfound comfort, you.

𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙇𝙕𝙀𝘽𝙐𝘽

Beelzebub has been away for some weeks now, and the first thing he wanted to do was to spend time with you, in fact, he only returned because of that, but to his surprise, when he broke into your room in Gehenna from the window, you were passed out in your bed, how cute.

He not so carefully sat at the side of the bed you were facing and stared at you for minutes, you really looked cute when you were asleep, he swears he just wanted to get a little sniff of your natural scent, but with a tight grip around his neck that for a second caught him off-guard you pulled him to the bed with you, or more specifically, to his favorite place on hell right after between your legs, your chest.

Could he easily get away from your embrace? Yes. Was he going to try? Nah.

Beelzebub would die a happy man suffocated in your chest, and also, this was a great way to get away from Bael, he wasn’t going to enter your room without your permission, right? And also, a little nap with you doesn’t sound bad, who knows what can happen once you wake up, or when you're still in your sleep.

And that's how he ended up getting comfortable beside you, with his head still face planted between your boobs, his legs tangled with yours and a firm thigh pressing against your crotch.

Bold of you to assume Beelzebub isn’t going to try to get his hands on you, in those weeks without you he couldn’t get you out of his head, so as soon as he gets settled in your bed, he takes a deep sniff of your delicious skin and slips his hands under your shorts and places them on your butt gripping it roughly and almost waking you up, almost.

Because once he saw that you were still asleep, he left his hands to wander under your shorts, and before you could do something about it you woke up to Beelzebub with two fingers buried deep inside you and your whole chest covered in hickeys and bite marks, and most importantly, Beel’s mouth vigorously sucking on your sore nipples.

A long night awaits you because he’s not getting out of your bed until he gets a taste of you, or until Satan realizes that he broke in.

𝙇𝙐𝘾𝙄𝙁𝙀𝙍

He would rather die than admit it, but Lucifer had a habit of watching you sleep. He would wait for you to fall asleep every night to sneak into your room just to observe you, sometimes he would bring a chair closer to your bed to be more comfortable, and other times he would cover you more with the sheets when he noticed you’re cold, or he would carefully remove some strands of hair from your face, and in some occasions when you’re in a particularly deep sleep, he would sit on the side of your bed to feel you closer to him, situation in which he was in right now.

You were like a beautiful artwork to him, he could gaze at your human self for hours in pure admiration, it didn’t matter if you were in Paradise Lost or in another kingdom of hell, when he had time, he would indulge in this embarrassing habit of him.

You were in such a deep sleep that he felt that if tried to give you a small kiss you wouldn’t wake up at all, but the moment his face approached yours, an unexpected strength that for a second he doubted was yours grabbed his head tightly and smashed it against your warm chest.

Never in his millions of years of age had he been so caught off guard as he is now.

What was he even supposed to do now? Were you asleep? Did you discover him? Lucifer was blank, after a few seconds he realized that your impulsive action was possibly due to an instinct, surely even in your dreams you can recognize him and that’s why you brought him closer to you, which in short means that you want him close to you.

Once his thoughts were organized, careful not to hurt you with his pointed horn, Lucifer lay down on your bed as close to you as possible, in this position he could feel your heart beating more closely, and the fluffy surface of your chest cushioned his face in a comfortable position.

He had to restrain himself from biting your chest or trying to put his hands on your private areas, eventually when he managed to fall asleep he put those thoughts aside, he preferred to be with you in a more personal moment right now, when you both woke up he would have plenty of time to enjoy you in every possible way.

Extra: Gamigin found you two when he was looking for Lucifer, he took a photo for future blackmail material.

𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙂𝙊𝙍

Well, since he's already here, he might as well just sleep with you, what a hassle would it be to go back to his room.

He loves it when things go in his favor, he came to do his great deed of the day by checking on you since it had been a while since he saw you for the last time, and whoops, he's now sleeping with you, what a casualty.

To his surprise, your sleeping self took the initiative and pulled him to the bed first, to the bed, and to somewhere else too, most specifically the best pillow he could ever wish for, your chest.

Belphegor said to himself that he must have been an amazing devil in his past life, because of how wonderful what was happening to him today.

He hates wasting time, so as soon as you planted his face in your boobs, he snuggled there and got comfortable in your bed hugging your body tightly against his.

He would have loved to savor this moment, but his sleepiness won the battle against his horniness, and he passed out, good luck trying to get out of his embrace.

𝘽𝘼𝙀𝙇

He swears he was just trying to cover your sleeping self with a blanket, you pulling him to the bed with you was most definitely not on his plans, not that he complained.

He tried to softly push himself away from you, not because he didn’t like the current scenario of you tightly hugging him, but because Bael thought that even tho you were the one that put him in this situation, you were asleep and weren’t conscious of your actions.

It was a fool's intent, because the moment Bael tried to take your arms and softly put them away from him, you hugged him from the back of his head and squished his face between your beasts.

He was fucked

He was so fucked

Bael had two options, push himself away from you and wake you up, or stay with you in your embrace, in the soft pillowy surface of your chest, surrounded by the aroma of your delicious smell, with your soft arms wrapped around him.

He concluded that he deserved a little rest, and what better chance than this one, cuddled up with you, snuggled up in your chest, what a great life he has, he just wishes that Beelzebub doesn't find him anytime soon.

𝘽𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙏

It was an easy task, you had a headache so Mammon insisted that you should take a nap, he was just supposed to check on you by orders of his king, the current situation he was in was far from the original plan, and turned his quick task into the worst internal debate he’s ever had.

Bimet couldn't even remember how he ended up with his face buried in your chest, for a second he even doubted if you were human because of how fast everything happened.

Should he separate himself from you? You are his king’s property so he would probably feel jealous about this, wait, didn’t Mammon also own him? Then there shouldn’t be a problem, right?

You felt extremely warm, but it was a comforting warmth and not a fever type of warmth, maybe this wasn’t so bad, and either way, you were the one who faceplanted his face between your boobs, so in case anyone complained he had an excuse, Bimet could say that you suddenly developed super strength one day and he couldn't escape from your grip, yeah, that was an amazing excuse, what a genius he is.

Now that his mental debate is over, he could enjoy this little (And convenient) moment with you, so he got comfortable and held your body in his arms.

Just thinking about how the amount of money other devis and even the kings would pay just to be in his place got Bimet all excited, but to their disappointment, he had you now, or you had him.

Bimet underestimated how comfortable he was because in a matter of minutes, he had fallen completely asleep in your arms.

Satan

- Would literally be the most heartbroken. Would feel like it was his fault. Did he drive you away?? Since you lived/spent most time in Gehenna, Satan spent the most time with you over all.

He was technically your first kiss (or demon kiss).

- Satan was maybe a lil parasocial with you. Even if you never reciprocated his affections, he felt like you were his completely as he was the only to retrieve you and bring you down to hell where you belong. Also felt a lil proud of himself. If it weren't for him taking you with him, this war would ve ended much bloodier and all those contracts would have never been broken.

- He's not the embodiment of pride, but he definitely feels a sort of praise when people speak highly of you. His happiness is interlinked to you.

- When you told him that you were ready to go home, his heart literally broke into 2. Then 4. Then 6. Then 18. And then 2 billion. Legit held back tears in front of you. But.. he would do it for you. He knows you want to go back to Minhyoek, and it fucking kills him that you'd choose another man over him. But, alas, he loves you. And wants you to be happy. So, he takes you home, and walks away from you no matter how much is body is screaming not to.

- Lowkey stalks you after tho just to make sure your safe ano happy. If Minhyoek messes up ONCE, he's sweeping you off your feet and taking you back with him.

Mammon

- Laughs. Legit thinks you're joking.

- Tries to stav in denial and kinda ignore the request, hoping you'd let it go or crack up and say you were pranking him. But that moment never comes.

- He keeps his composure pretty well. Clears his throat, clenches his jaw and sighs to himself before proceeding. He asks why you want to leave and you two have a very long and thought out conversation about the topic.

- Lowkey tries to convince you to stay indirectly. During this convo, you bring up all the things you miss or hate about Hell, while he brings up all the good times you both have had in hopes of changing your mind.

"-like that time Naberius almost took a chunk out of my leg on accident?!"

"But wasn't it fun? 🥹" He's so delusional and hopeful.

- You are his master. And whatever you wish, is his command.

Sadly so. He takes you home, after throwing a farewell party that could rival any royal funeral, wedding, or birthday. Literally all of hell will be invited. Goddamn.. even heaven and all of its angels were invited! (Jk ofc.. but an angel or 2 would show up and call for a truce just to say goodbye to you)

- Please kiss him one last time. Especially if you 2 are alone, he will legit grip onto you like you are his lifeline. Which.. ya kinda are.

- He's pretty indifferent about you leaving him for Minhyeok. In hell, he doesn't really mind you spending time with others! Just as long as you come back to him in the end. But now you aren't coming back..

- Might cry in his bed that night. It's never felt so cold and stale before. Even if you had spent nights with another king or subordinate, he knew you were close in spirit. Now you felt worlds apart.

Leviathan

- No. Legit might die laughing. Complete utter denial. Hell to the fuck no.

- You could beg, scream, whine, cry, he doesn't give a flying fuck. You aren't leaving him. ESPECIALLY not for another man. Might even kill Minhyoek..

- Lowkey yandere with it. I kinda see him locking you in his palace or even impairing you. If you 2 have a deep connection of friendship or more, you could persuade him.

- But on his conditions only. You have to spend a week with him every 2 months. Probably might try and make it more. You have to come back with a smile on your face only. If you show up in hell for yalls monthly hang out with an annoyed look or listless attitude, you will be hung. At least fake it.

- Even the he can tell when you fake it...

- Omg do not tell him about Minhyeok. Will legit kill you, him, and himself. Triple homicide.

- When he says goodbye, he tries to act like he's mad and dismisses you. Like get tf out of here u cheating loser worthless mutt! But the second you're about to leave he grabs you and puts you in a crushing hug. He's heartbroken a lil but won't show a smidge of it. He sends you off like "Fine! Go be without me! You'll miss our time together!"

- Broods for a long time. Sits on his throne and sulks in silence. Very very restless.

Beelzebub

- Ha! Cuteeeeee! Fun!!! He's coming with you.

- Doesn't even consider you leaving him and legit took your claim as an invitation or date idea. "We're going to the human world!? I've always wanted to go!"

- Starts packing a bag and spewing about all the sights and scenes he wants to see. You have to carefully explain to him that you want to LEAVE. Like.. GOODBYE kinda leave.

- Very very confused.

- Like you, MC, wanna.. LEAVE him for good? Like bye bye smell ya later?? Ha! Not happening.

- You are basically beel's stress ball. His emotional support animal. His. HIS EVERYTHING! How could you leave him all alone!? You're just like everyone else!

- He takes offense. He's personally hurt and takes it as you saying you hate him and want him to die. Beel won't listen to your reasoning of homesickness and disliking the constant risk of death. All he hears is that he didn't do anything for you and you hate him.

- When he finally gets over himself, he will sulk like a child but eventually help you pack ur shit and leave. But don't expect him to fully understand the terms of the "goodbye". To him, that's a "cya later"

On one hand, he thinks you're really cute. On the other hand, he's here to fuck so.

He's going back and forth so much in his head for a moment he's not even paying attention to you talking oops.

Gets so frustrated and angered from trying to decide what to do it ultimately ends with him just jumping on you.

Cut you off mid word with an incredibly heat filled kiss from rage.

Honestly you might not even 100% be certain what happened but you're not complaining!! You can always talk about the rest of your plushies later!!!

Well. If Satan doesn't fuck you until the point you're resting for the next couple days.

Once he actually pays attention to you talking about them he'll remember some names here and there, but he will get them wrong on purpose to try and see you angry lol.

Mammon

The reality is he probably got you most of these plushies.

He adores seeing how you cherish them and the lore you've decided for them!!

Will remember every single detail you tell him about them!!

He thinks it's super cute and will humor you for the moment.

However, Mammon will get what he wants eventually. But for right now you're so adorable how could he tell you no?

He is DEFINITELY teasing you later once he does get to sleep with you about how cute you are.

This man lives to see you embarrassed and shy from his compliments.

Is probably buying you even MORE plushies now, hope you're prepared for that!

Leviathan

I think it depends at the point in your relationship, if it's early on he might just toss the plushies aside and get to the point of what he wants.

Later on I do think he genuinely listens, even if he's impatient and pretends like he doesn't care. If it's important to you he does care, just doesn't always show it.

Especially if you use the plushies as a form of comfort due to trauma or any other issues.

You won't even realize how much he paid attention until he refers to your plushies by their names if you accidentally leave them laying around.

However he does still get jealous so so easily so maybe try not to spend too much time at once focusing on them rather than him.

He tries so hard but eventually the jealousy will overtake him and he will just get straight to the sex.

For what it's worth, he still found you cute! He just can't help himself.

Beelzebub

I'm not gonna lie, you might be able to successfully distract him for a good bit.

Dude's invested in the names and lore and anything you have created for them!!! He likes hearing about it !!!!

He isn't gonna be able to remember every single bit of these details but he might remember some of it here and there. Either way he likes listening to how you talk about them!

That being said he can only sit still for so long so maybe introduce him a little at a time lmao.

Especially because once he DOES start to get distracted he's gonna remember the original reason he was here.

And well. Yeah just like that it's time to fuck!

Because you successfully distracted him for a bit you might be in store for an extra long session this time so! Good luck!

Lucifer

He listens fully. Wants to hear everything you have to say about them.

He finds the plushies super cute, so he enjoys listening to your ramblings, even if he had certain intentions when he arrived.

But most importantly, he's so endeared, you're so absolutely adorable to him. The way your face lights up when you talk about them, he can't get enough!!!!

So he lets you have your moment.

And when you're finally done is when he's actually gonna fuck you lol. Yeah, that was still happening he had a goal.

And if he's teasing you extra specially tonight, don't even worry about it (whether it be from compliments or degradation who's to say!! just know you're gonna be crying extra hard this time he's so worked up from how cute you are!).

Of course, he remembers every single detail you tell him, he has that shit committed to memory. Asks you questions sometimes to see that adorable look on your face again!

Belphegor

Goodnight.

He tries to pay attention but he's ready to fall asleep apologies.

He showed up for sex and when it wasn't happening his brain turned off.

That being said the second you realize he's asleep and start trying to wake him up he's on you!!

Like okay conversation done we're fucking now right?

It's just easier to give what he wants and lecture him in the process.

It's fine he tries to listen later. That being said if he invites Beleth to listen too don't worry about it. He totally didn't tell him to memorize details for him because he's probably gonna fall asleep again.

Asmodeus

Sorry there's just no way to distract this man from sex.

If he's showing up for sex he's here to for sex !!!!

And he WILL get it!!!

If anything he just starts fucking you while holding up the plushies to you and asking you details about them.

Unfortunately you're kinda too fucked out by that point to truly answer them.

He's a fucking menace apologies.

And he cannot be stopped I fear.

That being said any information he does manage to get out of you he does fully remember!!

It's his own weird way of showing affection, ya know?

After getting through the checkpoint, you managed to confirm where the trees are supposed to go thanks to the lieutenant that always supervises you on base. You think he's creepy but you're not about to tell him that. He's scary looking and never takes off his mask but he always has a cold drink and a snack for you when you need it. It wasn't an exception for that appointment. 

You were drenched in sweat and most of the trees had been planted, though they all still needed a good watering and some mulch. He gave you a bottle of lemonade this time and you downed it in one go. You couldn't even thank him for it as the world started spinning instantly. You stumbled like a water buffalo that had been hit by a tranquilizer dart and were about to fall until the lieutenant caught you. The last thing that you remember seeing was the way that his eyes crinkled up into a smile before you passed out.

You looked up at the ceiling with hazy eyes when you finally woke up and as they began to focus, you recognized two faces looking down at you. There was the weird Colonel from the international PMC who always tried to feed you and asked your opinions on recipes that he was trying. There was also the overly friendly CEO of the other PMC in the area who always tried to get you to sit in his air conditioned office and tell him about your hobbies. You always figured that it was just a weird recruitment method but this was going way beyond the usual.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re alright. It’s okay! You’re safe, kid! Nothing bad’s gonna happen. Relax for me, okay?” Graves said softly as he put his hand on your back and gently tried to keep you from getting up too fast.

“Where am I…? Where are the trees…?” You questioned groggily, squinting up at him as your eyes adjusted.

“You’re home! You need to rest and this is the best place to do it. You need to just relax. You’ve been working so hard and you need time to recover. You don’t have to worry about your job anymore. We’ll take care of you.” He said warmly.

“Oh, thank God.” You muttered before flopping back down onto the mattress, pulling the covers over yourself, rolling over, and shutting your eyes.

Phillip paused and blinked for a few seconds before smiling. That was a lot easier than he was expecting. You didn’t ask any questions and spent the next six hours asleep.

When you woke up again, it was König sitting next to you on the bed. He wasn’t as intimidating when he was in civilian clothes. If you weren’t so sleepy, you’d probably be surprised. He was softly petting your head and looking down at you with the most adoring expression that you had ever seen. 

“Are you warm enough?” He asked quietly, continuing to gently pet your head.

“Yeah…” You groaned, nuzzling back into your pillow.

“I think that you are lying. Wait here.” He said in a voice that could almost be called stern if not for the affection dripping from it.

He left the room for a few minutes while you lazily dozed, not bothering to move. You couldn’t remember the last time that you had gotten so much rest, let alone in such a soft and comfortable bed. The sheets were cotton and so soft that they felt like woven clouds. The comforter was fluffy and a pastel version of your favorite color. The mattress felt like you were being cradled by the softest flower petals. The aches and pains in your body were entirely gone and strangely enough, you felt perfectly hydrated. When König came back, he was carrying the biggest knit blanket that you had ever seen in your entire life.

“I made this. It will keep you warm.” He said simply as he covered both you and the entire bed in the blanket, making sure to tuck you in further during the process.

You grunted your thanks and returned to your nap, unaware of the prideful expression on your second captor’s face.

The third time that you woke up, it was to the tantalizing scent of breakfast. After sleeping for more than 24 hours total, you were hungry. You yawned and stretched before clamboring out of bed. You barely acknowledged that you were dressed in the softest pajamas you had ever worn as you stumbled out of the door and towards where you heard voices speaking and food sizzling. You didn’t even notice the bandaid over the IV needle mark on your arm. All you wanted was food.

You wandered into the kitchen in a daze. König was working on adding frosting to some fresh pastries that had just finished cooling and Phillip was working on cooking up a classic Southern breakfast with grits, bacon, sausage, and fried eggs. They didn't seem to notice you until Phillip turned to grab his coffee mug. His eyes widened when he saw you standing in the entrance and he seemed worried as he rushed over to you.

“Oh, sweetheart! We didn’t think that you’d be up yet. Why are you out of bed? We were going to bring you your breakfast.” Graves said, abandoning the stove to guide you to the kitchen island. König muttered something rude under his breath as he abandoned the pastries he was frosting to keep the eggs from burning. Once they were done, he carefully plated your portion of food and brought it over to you with ketchup and a fork.

You didn't have the chance to reply as König shoveled a forkful of eggs into your mouth.

“What do you say to your Papa for bringing you your breakfast?” Graves said, motioning to König.

“Uhhhh… What…?” You replied between chews.

“I'm your Dad and he's your Papa. Don't you get it, kid? We're taking care of you for a reason, sweetheart.” He cooed, gently rubbing your back. He was clearly trying to ease you into the idea as best as he could.

You stared at him for a moment, slowly chewing your food as you thought about the situation. You swallowed your bite and shrugged before grabbing the fork from König’s hand.

“Yeah, okay, whatever. As long as I don't have to work anymore.” You said much more casually than you probably should have.

Phillip and König shared a concerned look. They were probably pitying you or something but you were busy eating the food in front of you. You didn't really care. You were just happy to not have to break your back working for next to nothing. König carefully filled a glass with orange juice for you and put it in front of you.

“Have more. You never drink enough, Schatzi.” He said softly.

“Sick, thanks.” You said as you took a sip.

“Do you really not… You're just… You're fine with this…?” Phil said, looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“Dude, I don't know if you understand how much I hate my job. Like, it sucks. I got into it because I love gardening but all I do is get yelled at by clients and supervisors on power trips and work myself half to death for barely enough money to make ends meet. This is way better. I can't even remember the last time that I had time for a breakfast like this.” You answer with a shrug. 

They looked both relieved and stunned.

Once you're done with breakfast, Phillip brings you to the living room and turns on a children's movie. König had gone back to icing the pastries that he made earlier. You get bundled in a blanket on the couch and don't particularly seem to mind. Phil seems happy to snuggle you as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, gently rubbing your back and occasionally pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He looks down at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.

“Can I have my phone now?” You ask about halfway through the movie.

Phil’s hand stops.

“Your phone was… Disposed of. We couldn't have it tracking you on your way here.” He said after a moment of thinking of a tactful way to phrase it. 

You give him a dirty look.

“I saved up for months to get that. You better get me a new one.” You mutter quietly before nuzzling back into his chest.

Graves practically melted. It was the first bit of physical affection that you had shown him and he was over the moon about it. If you wanted a new phone, you would get it. You were too cute to not buy things for. By the time König was done with his pastries, you were fast asleep on Phil's chest.

“My poor little one…” König says quietly as he scoops you up into his arms. “Such a big change for such a sweet little thing.”

He carries you back to your bed, ignoring the look that Graves gave him for stealing you away, and sets you down before climbing under the covers with you. He tears up a little as you unconsciously cuddle closer to him, seeking out his body heat. He's so used to others avoiding him because of his height, build, and scars that your simple sleepy attempt to steal his warmth is almost too much for him. He holds you as close as he can without squishing you and watches you sleep, occasionally dozing off himself.

Phil is still in the living room while you sleep, carefully figuring out what activities to do with you next. He knows that you probably miss your electronics and thinks for a bit. He decides that video games are probably the best way to help you bond with your new fathers while still giving you a bit of independence.

“It's just Papa, Schatzi. It's okay.” König whispers as you start to wake up. He continues to hold you until you sit up, desperately wanting to keep contact with his new child. All he had ever wanted was right here in this house and he didn't want to ever let go. 

“What time is it, Papa…?” You ask as you rub your eyes.

König doesn't answer. He practically crushes you in a bear hug and doesn't let go until you tell him that you need to go to the bathroom. He waits outside the door for you to be done after he releases you, giddy with delight from you acknowledging him the way that you should. He fusses over you when you get out, dragging you over to the closet to have you help him pick out an outfit that you won't mind wearing. After you change into equally soft clothes in the bathroom, he brings you to the living room to do the activity that Graves had set up.

He was waiting with an old game system set up on the TV as well as a few handheld devices with more game cartridges than König had thought was reasonable when they were shopping for different entertainment methods. Phillip prided himself on spoiling you so he loved the way that your eyes went wide when you saw what he had for you. König didn't miss his smug grin but you were too busy looking through the games to notice.

After a dozen rounds of a multiplayer racing game, you settle in on one of the couches and begin playing a game that you had always wanted to try on one of the handhelds. Both König and Graves can't help but love the way that you look when you're so focused on the toy in your hands. They settle in on either side of you, one rubbing your back while the other offers some encouragement during the more difficult parts of each level.

The peaceful atmosphere is interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Phillip is the one to get up and get the door. You hear him exchanging words with another man, a bit of laughter, and then two pairs of footsteps approaching the living room. You recognized the eyes of the man that walked into the room as the lieutenant that had given you the lemonade. You side eye him from your position on the couch, clearly displeased that he's around you again.

“Sweetheart, Uncle Simon's here to visit. He wants to see how you're settling in.” Phil says softly. This was the first time that you had shown any true resistance to your current situation and he wasn't about to make it worse.

“Okay. I'm not drinking anything he gives me though.” You say, looking back down at your game.

König snorts in amusement and Phil rolls his eyes.

“Very funny. That was a necessary evil. He's not going to give you any more meds in your drinks or food unless you decide to misbehave and become out of control.” Phil says firmly, though you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Do I look out of control to you, old man?” You mutter as you continue tapping away at your game.

“I think they need a snack. Their blood sugar is probably getting low by now.” König says before walking off to the kitchen and coming back with a cherry jam filled pastry.

“Feeling better, kid?” Simon said softly as he stood at the foot of your bed with a gift bag in hand.

“No thanks to you. I bet you're banned from every club in the county for spiking people's drinks and selling them off to desperate weirdos.” You grumble.

“They'll be nicer once they've eaten.” König says, lifting you up like a baby and ignoring your squeak of surprise and protest. He holds you like a child as he starts feeding you the pastry. It's delicious, much to your dismay. You settle down and begin to willingly eat after a few moments. König knows that it'll take you a while to get used to being babied but he's glad that you're fairly accepting so far. You glare at Ghost as you eat your pastry.

“It's alright. I'd be cranky too if I were them. I can't blame them too much.” Simon says with a small smile. It's obvious that he thinks that your sassy attitude is adorable.

Phil frowns at that. He doesn't think that you're cranky. You're his precious child, not one of his poorly mannered recruits.

“They're adjusting and hungry, Simon. Not cranky.” He attempts to clarify

“Sure. I brought the kid a present to say sorry. I felt bad for giving them such a high dose.” Ghost says, brushing off Phil's words like they mean nothing as he presents the bag to you.

You look at him suspiciously before your curiosity wins out and you look inside. Within the confines of the sparkly paper, there's a stuffed animal version of your favorite dinosaur as well as a king sized version of your favorite candy. You pull them out and look them over, unable to hide your approval of gifts. You look back up at him and seem a little ashamed of how you were just speaking to him.

“Thank you… Sorry for being rude.” You say quietly.

“It's okay. Like I said, I don't blame you. Your Dad says that you're settling in well. Much better than expected, if I do say so myself. I thought that your Papa would have to tie you down to get you to let him hug you like that.” Simon says in an amused tone.

“It's not bad here. I don't have to work or cook and I can sleep as much as I like. Dad and Papa are nice.” You respond hesitantly, holding onto König's shirt as he continues to cradle you in his arms. 

Ghost doesn't miss the way that the other men's expressions soften even more at your words.

“Hm. Doesn't sound bad. Why were you mad at me for bringing you here then?” He asks teasingly.

“I… You drugged me…! I'm allowed to be mad about that!” You sputter indignantly.

Simon laughs, his voice as raspy and deep as always. 

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” He says and lays down on one of the other couches.

“What are you doing?” Graves asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Settling in. My leave got approved. I'm staying to make sure that the kid's alright. Need to make sure that they don't mind their new family.” Simon explained.

“And you expect to stay here?” Graves questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep. I got you the kid. I get to stay. You both owe me.” Simon stated matter-of-factly.

Phil looked like he was about to blow a blood vessel but König wasn't really paying attention. He was much too busy wiping crumbs off of your face and setting you back down on the couch. He puts a blanket over your lap and smiles as you go back to playing your game. You open the wrapper of the candy bar and slowly begin eating it as you work through the next level.

“If you're going to sleep, do it in the guest room. I don't want the kid to have to deal with your lumberjack snores.” Phil relented.

The next few hours went fairly well. Ghost went to the guest room to sleep and didn't cause any more problems. You played your game and Graves brought you a sandwich for lunch. You got snuggled and loved on by your new family. You got head pats whenever they walked by and your cheeks gently pinched like a Grandma after you had finished eating. König and Phil were both grateful for how easily you were accepting your new life. You were grateful to be unemployed without any bills again.

In the evening, while König was cooking dinner, you decided to ask him a question. You were sitting at one of the bar stools at the kitchen island and were playing a different game on a different handheld. You set the console down on the countertop and speak quietly. “Why me?”

“What do you mean, Schatzi?” He asked.

“Why would you pick me to be your kid?” You clarify.

König looks over at you like you’re stupid as he stirs the stew that he’s making.

“Have you looked in a mirror recently? You’re perfect. You are small and soft and very, very sweet. You are a good child.” He says simply.

“I’m a fully grown adult.” You reply.

“You can tell yourself that. Now, taste this.” He says offering you a steaming spoonful of the stew. It’s tasty and rich and you know that a full bowl of it is going to make you drowsy with how comforting and heavy it is. Dinner that night is one of the best you’ve had in years. Not only is the food good but the company is surprisingly nice as well. Your bowl is filled to the brim and you have an extra plate full of thick slices of warm, fresh bread. You sit between your two new fathers and across from your new uncle. The vibes around the table are warm and friendly and the air is filled with laughter. If you had forgotten the events leading to you staying here, you could fully believe that this was your actual family.

After dinner, it’s time for another movie. It’s a cozy one this time, not one that you recognize but one that you enjoy watching regardless. Simon falls asleep on the armchair five minutes in and snores so loudly that Phil has to turn up the volume of the TV. You’re bundled up under another blanket that König had made. He’s knitting while sitting next to you, the gentle clicking of the needles adding to the soothing atmosphere. Phil is sitting at your other side and gently petting your back as you lean against him. He seems perfectly content to be sitting with you like this. You’re nice and warm and feel surprisingly safe.

Trees, trees, and more trees. The few windows you could see offered no view beyond dense greenery and the dull gray of metal bars covering the glass. Your gaze drifted around the room, taking in the rustic furniture and nature-themed art work that lined the walls. Cozy wasn't the word that first came to find, not given the circumstances.

The huge man kneeling in front of you was talking, but your head throbbed too badly to focus on his words, all your energy going into trying to figure out where he'd taken you. A small cabin in a forest seemed the most likely answer, but since you had been knocked out while he transported you, that was about all you could piece together.

Doesn't look like there's any houses behind the treeline… If only I could—

"Hallo?" The man's face suddenly blocked your view, forcing your attention back to him, "You understand?"

The sound of his voice caused another sharp spike of pain through your skull and you winced before mustering up a glare. "Understand what? Who are you?"

"Who…?" Dark blue eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, taken aback by your question. He reached for your hand and lifted it up, and for the first time since waking on that dingy couch, you notice the sparking diamond ring adorning your finger. "I am your husband. Did you hit your head too hard?"

He raises his other hand up as if to examine you, but you jerked away. The fog that clouding your mind since waking finally began to lift, replaced by a panicked clarity. You didn't hit your head, but you're sure that he had.

"Husband? I don't know you!" You tried to shove him back, which did nothing but prompt him to grab your wrists, which only made you freak out more. Squirming didn't help and your kicking didn't faze him either. Your mind raced trying to recall some kind of self-defense tactic that might actually work against him.

In an unknown location with a freakishly huge man who claimed to be your husband and had already used violence to knock you out cold so you were easier to move… yeah, you were fucked, but you didn't want to give up so easily.

"Let me—"Another swing of your leg towards his thigh"—go!"

He didn't even grunt in pain at that. Instead, he forced you back onto the couch, massive hands pinning your arms to your side while he leaned over you. His knee came up between your thighs, trapping you down on the cushions.

Eyes darted around to see if there was any item you could grab as a makeshift weapon the moment he released you before they landed on a familiar bag. Your large duffel bag that you use for traveling, unzipped and seemingly filled to the brim with your personal items, if the pairs of panties nearly spilling out the top were anything to go by. Your stomach twisted at the realization that this wasn't impulsive, that he must have been planning this for who knows how long.

As your resistance faltered, your captor eased off of you as his eyes follow yours. When you looked back at each other, your mouth hung slightly open and his own expression morphed into unmistakable pride.

"See, all your favorite—"

"You sick fuck!"

"Don't say that, Schatz," his grip tightened painfully, and his gaze hardened, an immediate reminder that you shouldn't get mouthy with a man who decided kidnapping you was reasonable… and had successfully went through with it. "I told you: You will be happy here. That much I promise. Just behave for me."

He released your arms, and his free hands moved to cup your face, rough palms engulfing your cheeks. You had noticed how large he was the moment you woke up and while you didn't remember his initial ambush, you doubt that you would have realistically been able to deter him from abducting you.

The fire driving you to fight him dimmed as you realized your body felt terribly wrong. Still, you forced yourself to meet his gaze, "I want to go home."

"This is home."

You didn't bother to argue, but you weren't about to agree either. Movement at the window caught your attention. A small bird perched on one of the bars, peering inside before flying back off into the trees.

"Can you at least tell me where we are?"

His head tilted to the side, genuine confusion crossing his face, "Did I not just tell you?"

Frustration threatened to overtake the panic bubbling up inside of you, but you swallow them both down, struggling in your attempt to stay levelheaded. You stare back at him while you collect your thoughts, and really take in his face. In another life, you might've thought him handsome as you passed him on the street, but right now, you wanted to claw at that face, adding to the small scars that litter it.

His thumb brushed between your brows, rubbing the skin as if smoothing out the tension, "Don't look so upset with me on our first night here together. Besides," he gestured between your ring and his own, "you agreed to this."

"I didn't agree to anything," the words bitterly jumped out before you could stop them and you knew you screwed up when his own brows furrowed. For a brief moment, you wondered if he would knock you in the head again for mouthing off. "We… we agreed, right? This—" you refused to say marriage"—takes two people, so…"

As much as you wanted to argue with him, to assert the fact that he is crazy and you're not a couple, or to even try to fight against him, you couldn't see it resulting in anything that ended in your favor.

Blue eyes softened again at your words, seemingly pleased by your attempt to placate him. "Of course. Now," he patted your thigh before standing back up at full height, "let's get settled in, ja?"

The ache in your skull began to flare again.

"Leaving already? It's your turn to buy drinks, you know?" Krueger watched as the hulking man hurriedly collected some papers, having turned down yet another invitation to poker night.

Before you, König had stayed on base most days, regardless of whether there was any pressing work to be done or not. But now, he wanted nothing more than to go back to your secluded slice of heaven and smother you with affection. Boring days filled with paper work and meetings — you were on his mind. Days spent away on dangerous missions and fighting enemies on the field — you were still there, his driving motivation to come back in one piece. And if he had any opportunities to himself, he'd sneak away to jack off to a small photo of you that he'd stolen away from a photo album on your desk the night he packed up your belongings.

You had set your difficult behavior aside, finally cooperating to make married life easier by freely giving your own love to him. König was immensely proud of how far the two of you had come together and he even begun to toy with the idea of letting you go outside again since you had been such a good wife for him.

"Skipping out on us again?" Horangi asked, walking up to stand beside Krueger. "Not cool."

"Buy your own drinks," König's voice was unnecessarily harsh. "I'm going home. Meine Frau—"

Krueger smirked, "Ah, so that's what this is about. Maybe she can join us next poker night. As the prize, of course, if you care to share with us." He gestured at himself and Horangi, who held his hands up.

"Bastard. I should beat—" König stopped himself, clenching his jaw under the dark hood.

"Beat what, friend?" Krueger's voice was dripping in amusement, obviously looking to stir up trouble. "I'm simply curious, after all your bragging."

A rough shove on the shoulder as König walked by was the only response he gave the Austrian, resisting the temptation to throw the sleazy bastard into the concrete flooring face first. He doesn't intentionally brag, but he can't help bringing you up whenever he gets an opportunity. Doesn't mean that he'll share you with anyone he works with. The thought alone started to anger him again, so instead, he focused on you, the sweet wife that was waiting patiently for him at home.

This had been the longest time he had spent apart from you and it had been unbearable, even more so when he thought back onto your last few nights together. And he really shouldn't have been thinking like this before even leaving base, but he couldn't help wondering if anything had changed while he was gone.

Before deployment, König had fucked you relentlessly with his thick cock on your marital bed, intent of giving you a baby. To complete our family, he'd explained to you, using his long fingers to push back some cum that leaked out of your pussy. Your groans, to him, were proof of how badly you wanted to be bred by your husband.

A part of the reason he had been so glued to you was because of a sense of urgency — he wanted to get you pregnant before he left. The rest was pure addiction to your warmth around him every time he sheathed himself inside of you.

But as ready as he was to fuck you the moment he got home, he was just as excited for the quiet moments between the two of you. He had grown accustomed to hearing you hum while you baked in the kitchen as he sat at the table, hand sewing up torn holes in his hood, the two of you occasionally trading thoughts. A life that you two had built up together.

Would you greet him with a smile and a kiss when he got home? Hopefully. Maybe you'll throw your arms around him and tell him that you have good news, that his seed had taken and you'll have a little bundle of joy in the house by this time next year.

Fantasy tends to be kinder than reality, though, because when König finally walks up to the cabin, dread sank deep into his chest. The door he always kept locked up tight was blown wide open, and your wedding ring lay shining bright against the dark porch wood.