#whb buer

[harunayuuka]

Buer: You’ve just woken up, but you look like you already despise the world…

MC: I hate mornings.

MC: And I hate everyone.

Morax: ...

MC: ...

MC: You're an exception.

Morax: *eye smile*

Gamigin: Am I an exception too?

MC: No. You pissed me off.

Gamigin: *sad pout*

Buer: *sigh* Anyway, here's your cup of coffee.

Gamigin: Doesn’t coffee make them grumpier?

MC: *scowls even more* This is the only thing that helps me tolerate you demons.

Gamigin: Okay...

[mitraclueless]

Chapter 7: Main Story (Recap)

Sub story is posted after

White hair is Kesi

Black hair is No. 1

Their relationship is father and son

Why you staring at me boy

Oh look, a handsome angel-

WTF

Bimet and Valefor

Leviathan came to the rescue

Bimet and Foras

Gamigin and Buer

Badass Gamigin

Cute Leviathan

Wonju, devil of Hades

We're in Abyssos now

Naberius about to transform

Oh, that why he mad

Beelzebub came

Stolas dissing Beelzebub

NAILED IT

AmySitri nation eat uppp

Context: Amy is on the battlefield and Sitri is calling him

Sitri: AMY CAN YOU FIGHT PROPERLY?!

Amy: ARE YOU MY BOSS OR MY WIFE?!

#sitri is the wife

Breaking contract with Glasyalabolas

Omg a cute lil boy-

Wait, who are you-

Stay tuned for the sub story y'all

[aiikuraa]

Colored version of Mammon's (selfie) likeability comic.

Sorry if the first page look a bit different, that's because I coloured them a few months ago •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

[allhailmeandmy]

Look at my fuckin doctors bruh, I'm dying in this paradise lost hospital

Sorry for not picking morax, I thought the expressions were needed and he has limited expressions

[sparkbeast20]

[wihellib]

Look at Buer gooooooo

Unfortunately, we won’t be able to experience dancing on top of you for awhile, Buer, since you were passed over for the H scenes for Chapter 7.

In case anyone’s wondering, the place he visited was Abyssos.

[sulumuns-dootah]

I just saw the upcoming Christmas card with Luci and I'm shocked, how come the rest of the healers are present at my Christmas dinner??? They are turned away and tied up, but they can still hear everything and use their wild imagination. How would the demons of Paradise Lost react to this scene?

Paradise Lost demons' thoughts during the Lucifer(Blow) card

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Hi, sorry this took a while U.U I sadly don't have the card, so I'm kinda assuming what happens during it T-T

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I think it's safe to start off by saying that they are ALL HARD :D

Morax

Above everything, Morax is content that his king is happy

And you already know, that if Lucifer praises you for your skills or anything, Morax's dick is twitching like crazy

Still, I imagine that he's just there to be there and mostly tries to zone out to give those two behind him at least some privacy

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Gamigin

Gamigin is jittery asf

On one hand he's also excited for his big bro

But on the other, he wishes it was him instead

It's kinda hard for him to not try and at least look over his shoulder so he can think about it later on his own

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Buer

'Think happy thoughts... Happy thoughts...'

Just like Morax, he's trying to give you two as much privacy as he can

Unlike all the others, however, it doesn't even cross his mind to look over his shoulder

Patient-doctor confidentiality and all that

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Marbas

Oh boy

It takes all Marbas' strength to not turn around and cure your Christmas Cold on his own

He doesn't know whether he should try to zone out like Morax and Buer or if he should listen for every wet squelch and gagging sound coming from you

Listening to those sweet sound makes it harder for him to restrain himself, but he'd hate himself if he were to miss any one of them

[flys-domain]

Reasons why your favorite WHB character was put on timeout (part1)

[demonsword586]

Just searched through the entire internet (and accidentally downloaded PB's whole insta on my pc) but I finally found it!!

Behold! The early sketches of devils! They are pretty similar to the end designs but we do have some exceptions!

Like opened eyes Buer!! Look at him! He looks so suspicious and handsome!...or like he's smelling something sussy

Um Astaroth...that you? Omg he looks so freaking beautiful. But personally I prefer him with long hair. Suits him better.

Also Gusion,who did this to you?! Wait,imagine if he was meant to be a tired skater boy instead of a math teacher! ...Math skater even?

Also...

Morax!!! His smile! Omg I just wanna kiss him and hold him and omg his head shape...actually he lost a bit of hair I think.

[bluefisho]

Meet my babies!

Igor is currently working as a nurse in Paradise Lost!!

Little guy on upper right is @flys-domain 's oc hehehe-

And have some extra doodles for good measure

[harunayuuka]

WHB Satan: Are you crushing on anyone?

MC: No.

WHB Satan: Don't be shy. We're all devils here.

MC: I don't have one.

WHB Satan: Come on! There's no way you wouldn't have one!

MC: ...

MC: He'll stop bothering me if I just give him a name.

MC: ...

MC: Morax.

WHB Satan: Oh? Haha! I'll tell him!

MC: Yeah, whatever.

Morax: *standing beside them*

MC: ...

MC: Morax.

Morax: Yes.

MC: You need to change your bandages.

Morax: I should.

MC: ...

Morax: ...

MC: ...

MC: Wait here. *proceed to get some*

Morax: *follows them*

WHB Satan: Kekeke!

WHB Lucifer: Hm...

Buer and Sitri: ...

Buer: Are we playing matchmaker?

Sitri: It seems that way.

[mitraclueless]

I cleared up chap 6!

Here's stuff I wanna share with y'all

Leviathan

Foras

Jealous much?

Bimet: Lemme call my bestie

Buer came after the call

Handsome dudes

Cliffhanger? Classic

Juno x Minhyeok canon /hj

Ppyong visiting Minhyeok at April fools, having a date with him, forgets that MC is struggling in hell

Basketball

Motorbike at full speed

Juno P Cruel Orgasm 666

I SEE A BLUSH RIGHT THERE MINHYEOK

He's basically saying "Don't leave me"

Before their goodbyes, Minhyeok wished that he could meet Juno again, in the next April fools <3

Despite Minhyeok's sprite being taller than Juno's, PB described that Juno is taller than Minhyeok. "He looked down at the man"

PB loved this ship so much they got a full arc (sub story full of them dating)

[teyvatairconditioningco]

OH FUCK

UUUUOOOOOOOO

GAMIGIN?!?! THE LITTLE FLOWERS?? OH MY GOD??

BUER WITH HIS LIL WREATH OMG

HNNNNFFFF AAAAA MORAX OH MY GOD MORAX HOLY SHIT MORAX CONTENT I'M EATING THE GD DRYWALL LOOK AT HIS HANDS LOOK AT HIS SHOULDERS I'M AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[belphegore]

Next to you !

⊹ Paradise Lost nobles find themselves waking up next to you.

ႉ❤︎ . ̊ ⏝minors dni ⊹ fluff ⊹ reader has a fever/is a little sick in marbas' and morax'

⊹ featuring: marbas, morax, buer & gamigin separately.

⊹ n.a this has nottt been proofread

Although he can't quite remember the moment he let go and drifted into sleep (which constituted a fault for his job), Marbas at the very least does remember how you two ended up like this.

You had been running a slight fever while on his watch: he'd noticed first while brushing his lips to your forehead, cheeks, the tip of your nose and chin in a flutter of feather light kisses, using the pretext of being the best physician available in a couple blocks, said all with a straight face.

He'd mentioned it, then.

Marbas had to leave, actually. Lucifer trusted him well enough, although he wasn't always allowed to stay and even less so while unbound. But...after he brought up your feverish state and you downright begged him to with "if I'm so sick then stay and take care of me", he knew he was done for. Not even his utmost loyalty would allow him to leave your side that night.

Now it's not less bewildering, to find you asleep nestled against his chest with the most peaceful expression he ever had the grace of witnessing. And you're so close, so tightly pressed to his chest, nose squished against his chest, that he thinks he could die from closeness alone.

Marbas, who often has no right touching others unless it's contractually stated for healing, suddenly finds himself in need to caress you.

Maybe just this, he tells himself, nuzzling the crown of your head to inhale the scent of your shampoo better. Maybe a little more and he's brushing the back of his hand to feel your warm cheek.

It's hard to stop, when he's made aware all of a sudden that he might in fact be touch starved-- but he does, at last, when you stir and hum like content in his embrace. Or does he?

A last press of his lips to your hairline, then, and he says he's making sure your fever has receded.

He hasn't moved all night. He thinks he hasn't even breathed-- not that he needed to, but this now was not by lack of want.

By midnight you'd rested your head on his bandaged shoulder, and ever since then, Morax had been unable to lift a finger.

He was grateful, though. You were breathing faintly, no longer raspy, warming his throat, and whatever had ailed you last night were now his to tend to, like orchids blooming in warmth.

There was pleasure too to be found in that-- his own skin had burst in a delicious ache the moment you had curled by his side and begged to at least take some of the soreness away and the process of absorption began.

He's like to say your pain made his made him more happy than he would like to admit, though he would have actually admitted to that gladly. And then, wasn't that only natural? He cherished you so deeply that this was the helpless way he'd come to react to anything involving you.

It wasn't some crazy realization moment, now, or even of all his love pushed forward by the notion of you there, arm draped across his front like anchoring him down to your bed. It was just how things were meant to be, and so for this he wasn't surprised. Only moved, grateful.

Morax doesn't dare to caress you or even kiss your cheek and risk waking you. He lays there ever reverent only, breathing in your trust in him, and allows himself this much: to close his eyes back again and go back to sleep with the certainty of you being there and the selfish hope that once you wake, you'll reach for him again.

There's a deep silence only ever interrupted by your soft snoring, muffled by the silk of his robe.

This is how Buer knows himself to be truly fortunate.

The way you cling to him, hands bunching his sleeping garments, the tenderness of your nuzzling against his chest as if you were unconsciously tracing his tattoos with the tip of your nose and scenting him...

He's been to the richest corners of Tartaros and the most lush of gardens of Paradise Lost, yet he's known no peace like this.

It is of no consequence how it comes to happen every time. Maybe lounging, maybe chatting until late, but it is you who always begs him to stay a little longer. Once you do, he knows he won't be able to leave until next morning.

Just this once, Buer thinks, he isn't feeling as dutiful as he is feeling indulgent.

Last night you hadn't asked, he had simply snuck under your covers and brought you into his warmth.

Love is, then, an understatement when he finds himself offering much proof of adoration, of care, towards your person.

His clawed hands draw idle sigil-like patterns along your bare arm, similar to his yet invisible-- he'd like to do more, he wishes you'd never felt lonely, or uncared for, or in pain.

For now all he can stay and keep you safe until you wake.

There's pillows, plushies, blankets, warmth, the smell of you-- you? oh, he had forgotten about that.

And where was he even? Gamigin rubs remnants of sleep away from his eyes with until things start to make more sense, or at least his surroundings do.

Your room, not Paradise Lost. Your bed, yesterday fashioned by him into a nest of cozy things. Your thigh, lazy and thrown over his hip in an attempt to find the most comfortable position to sleep in.

He brings you closer even with a groggy sigh and buries his face in the side of your neck, taking advantage of the moment.

It honestly takes his brain a minute to catch up to it: you really are this close, this cuddly almost as if you in fact trusted him. Gamigin couldn't be happier; he couldn't also calm down if he tried, now the realization sinks.

He had let you rest your head on his lap while you two watched a silly movie involving dragons and you made your remarks while he huffed and tried to tell you he wasn't at all like those dragons, and he couldn't spit fire, and his stomach did somersaults and heat came up to his ears and face because you were so precious and-- then you were both entangled, taken in arms of slumber.

Gamigin breathes deeply and leans away for a second to take in once again the image of you: he thinks you'd probably laugh and fluster up if you were aware enough, because you're drooling a little over his arm and your hair is sticking in all directions.

He though? He finds all of it incredibly endearing, and the only reason he resists the urgency of leaning back in for a kiss is because you'll wake up and cuss him out, which isn't the most wonderful way to wake up, he reckons. Still he snickers, makes the bed vibrate with his soft laughter and has to bury his face between you and the pillow.

It's too late, you're groaning too and pushing a hand into his face, begging him slurring through words to "shut up" and "it's Saturday" and "five minutes more".

He's love-doomed, Gamigin thinks, but he is exactly where he wants to be.

[sparkbeast20]

Miracle?

So, just so everyone don't take that scene out of context and assuming things. Here's the context of that scene

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Paradise Lost nobles reacting to being called babygirl

Gamigin: Make sure to take your vitamines.

Mc: Sure thing, babygirl.

Gamigin confused: I'm not a girl. Shouldn't I be your babyboy?

Mc: Nah, babygirl suits you better.

Gamigin is confused, but he's got the spirit. Trys to call you babygirl as well and you almost choke while laughing. Please explain to the autistic dragon what babygirl is, he doesn't get it, but he wants to be included. Once you explain to him the joke behind it, he'll start calling everyone in Paradise Lost babygirl. Uses it so much that it infiltrates Lucifer's vocabulary. You won't be able to go to Paradise Lost again without being called baby girl

Morax: Done! The cavaty has been removed. How are you feeling MC?

Mc: Amazing... Thanks babygirl

Morax: You're welcome!

This man... when I tell you that Morax is the most squishable character in whb. He has no fucking brain, this man is an orange cat, a lobotomy survivor. He gets high on nose sprays every morning. I want to aggressively shake him until he pukes from motion sickness.

Anyways, he wouldn't even notice he's been called babygirl. Even if he goes, he just takes it as a compliment. He is very babygirl if you ask me.

Buer: That would be 200 dollars

Mc: What?! I didn't know Paradise Lost doesn't have universal healthcare.

Buer: We do have universal healthcare, but yoga isn't considered healthcare. So, that's 200 for all of our sessions.

Mc: Can't you make a discount for me, babygirl?

Buer: No.

Calling him nicknames isn't going to get you free yoga classes. There's no nickname you could use that he hasn't heard before from people trying to weasle out of their payment.

Marbas: ...

Mc: ...

Marbas: Don't say it.

Mc: Babygi-

Mc proceeded to get body pressed by Marbas and his metal wheel thing (tf are those called?). This man has been called babygirl by the entirety of Abaddon since he's the doctor assigned to that region. He has had enough. If he hears anyone call him babygirl again, he'll start friendly-firing right through your skull.

Lucifer and MC are cuddling peacefully

Lucifer: Become imortal with me, Mc, and I'll make sure not a single day of yours is touched by sorrow.

Mc: ...damn, babygirl, who gave you the right to be so poetic?

Lucifer just takes it. No reply, no nothing, he just nods. It kind of reminds him that you're human, since only those would laugh at sarcasm like this. It's fine, he loves you even if you aren't imortal. He just wished that you would call something more romantic like "love" or "darling", though he won't say that out loud.